domestic sekai with smut!!! they're married and all in their honeymoon mood and they just want some lovin ;)
(okay here's the deal anon i have decided not to write smut for sekai anymore due to reasons so)
It feels surreal. Sehun used to think wearing rings was a pain; especially when that wind symbol from their old debut days became a ring, and had left pretty gruesome bruises on his fingers when he bumped it into things. Baekhyun used to offer him plasters (that glow in the dark: apparently, Baekhyun had a thing for lights, really), and although Sehun took those, he never used it.
(Junmyeon had asked why, when he saw Sehun stuffing the plasters into his drawer gingerly, but Sehun had shrugged; "they don't bleed anyway.")
But this silver band around his ring finger is light, shiny, and simple. They wanted it to look non-conspicuous, you see, not with those obnoxious diamonds and rubies. Sehun sighs. It actually feels comfortable.
"Why are you sighing? It's not even two days into our marriage and you're already regretting getting married to me?" The smell of chocolate drifts across the room, and Sehun turns to see Jongin with two mugs. "Hot chocolate. Helps you make decisions."
"Decisions?"
Jongin scratches the back of his head, a puzzled frown on his face that he tries to hide it with his jacket sleeves (but fails). "Weren't you thinking of getting a divorce?" his voice comes, muffled by the cloth.
"What?" Sehun asks, incredulous, and he breaks out into laughter. "You-- I-- divorce? Because I let out a sigh? Shit, you really need to stop watching those soap dramas Jongdae-hyung is lending you."
Jongin stares at the mug on the coffee table but says nothing. "Maybe I was being overly worried. But you shouldn't stare at the ring and sigh like that, you know. I wanted to cry."
"Paranoid, more like," Sehun teases, but scoots over to the other side of the couch and buries his face into the soft cotton of Jongin's pullover. "Why would I go through all the trouble to marry the world's biggest idiot in Canada just to get a divorce with him?"
"Thank God you don't-- world's biggest idiot?!"
The room still smells like chocolate when Sehun flops onto the couch after a serious tickle fight on the floor when Jongin chases after Sehun around the house. The sunlight from outside reflects off his ring and while it blinds Sehun's eyes, he smiles. It feels nice.
It feels surreal. Sehun used to think wearing rings was a pain; especially when that wind symbol from their old debut days became a ring, and had left pretty gruesome bruises on his fingers when he bumped it into things. Baekhyun used to offer him plasters (that glow in the dark: apparently, Baekhyun had a thing for lights, really), and although Sehun took those, he never used it.
(Junmyeon had asked why, when he saw Sehun stuffing the plasters into his drawer gingerly, but Sehun had shrugged; "they don't bleed anyway.")
But this silver band around his ring finger is light, shiny, and simple. They wanted it to look non-conspicuous, you see, not with those obnoxious diamonds and rubies. Sehun sighs. It actually feels comfortable.
"Why are you sighing? It's not even two days into our marriage and you're already regretting getting married to me?" The smell of chocolate drifts across the room, and Sehun turns to see Jongin with two mugs. "Hot chocolate. Helps you make decisions."
"Decisions?"
Jongin scratches the back of his head, a puzzled frown on his face that he tries to hide it with his jacket sleeves (but fails). "Weren't you thinking of getting a divorce?" his voice comes, muffled by the cloth.
"What?" Sehun asks, incredulous, and he breaks out into laughter. "You-- I-- divorce? Because I let out a sigh? Shit, you really need to stop watching those soap dramas Jongdae-hyung is lending you."
Jongin stares at the mug on the coffee table but says nothing. "Maybe I was being overly worried. But you shouldn't stare at the ring and sigh like that, you know. I wanted to cry."
"Paranoid, more like," Sehun teases, but scoots over to the other side of the couch and buries his face into the soft cotton of Jongin's pullover. "Why would I go through all the trouble to marry the world's biggest idiot in Canada just to get a divorce with him?"
"Thank God you don't-- world's biggest idiot?!"
The room still smells like chocolate when Sehun flops onto the couch after a serious tickle fight on the floor when Jongin chases after Sehun around the house. The sunlight from outside reflects off his ring and while it blinds Sehun's eyes, he smiles. It feels nice.