Sehun

“Right,” Sehun told himself sternly. “Right. You’re going to fix this and you are going to Tim Gunn it and ‘make it work’ and it is going to be fine and you aren’t going to freak out, no one is going to freak out because there is nothing to freak out about.”

“Hey,” Seulgi’s sleep-tinged voice broke into Sehun’s very passionate and epic soliloquy. “No. We sleep now.” Her hand came up from the nest of blankets and slapped his cheek and fumbled over his nose, finally resting against his mouth. “No more of the sound. Sleep.”

Sehun looked at the clock. It was 4 AM. Seulgi had a point. He snuggled back down into the tangle of sheets from where had propped himself against the headboard.

Seulgi smacked his lips, mostly asleep, and wrapped her arms tightly around Sehun’s waist, nuzzling her cheek against his chest like a cat.

“You aren’t going to remember any of this in the morning, are you?”

Sehun grinned and nuzzled into Seulgi’s hair, letting the smell of her appallingly expensive shampoo soothe him to sleep. He had the most beautiful girl in the world talking in her sleep, practically on top of him. All was well in the world.

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The next morning, Sehun woke up early. Despite his late (soliloquizing was important, okay?) night, he felt extremely well-rested. That had nothing NOTHING nOtHiNg to do with the girl still asleep beside him in bed. It had much more to do with the fact that he had been actually sleeping in a bed, instead of on a couch. Yes. That was the reason.

Still, he lingered there for awhile. He spent most of the time looking at Seulgi.

It was very creepy – very Edward Cullen – and he knew it. But Seulgi was a different person when she was awake – all manic energy and loud voice. When she was sleeping, she looked young, quiet. She slept like a rock, her body a dead weight against Sehun’s, and Sehun wondered aimlessly what it would take to wake her up. Would a hand brushing through her hair do it? Would she be easy to kiss awake? Would… He groaned quietly. That path led to unfortunate and torturous morning wood. And he had promised that he wouldn’t it up this time.

He wouldn’t push, wouldn’t make Seulgi uncomfortable or let his less-than-platonic feelings show. Agent Lee would be impressed.

But he wouldn’t push Seulgi away, either.

He was done with that. Done with the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach when Seulgi looked at him like she was betrayed by the distance between them, like being pushed away by her partner was the worst possible thing.

He didn’t care if it jeopardized his career anymore. Whatever Seulgi Kang wanted to give him, he would take. Sehun’s feelings were unrequited, he knew that, but he also knew that there was a possibility that could change. He would not fight for Seulgi, because he wasn’t sure Seulgi wanted to be fought for, but he would wait, and maybe, someday, Seulgi would catch up.

Sehun slowly wriggled out of Seulgi’s octopus-limbs, pushing a pillow where his body had been and laughing a little when Seulgi latched onto it, placing a big, wet kiss on it in her sleep.

God, I am in love. He shook his head at himself. He had never told a significant other that he was in love with him/her. It had never slipped out accidentally during , or as a joking response to a cute comment. It had always been easy to avoid, because he had never felt it. Now, it was getting to be such a habit to drop the l-bomb in his head, he was sure it would slip out eventually. Hopefully, not before Seulgi was ready to hear it.

He pulled a piece of computer paper out of Seulgi’s desk and drew a kangaroo on it. It had a speech bubble that said “Just making you a kanga-brew.” The kangaroo may have been holding a cup of tea. Sehun felt quite clever, but when he turned around to put it on the pillow next to Seulgi’s head, her eyes were open and blinking blearily at him.

Sehun pouted. “Seuuul! You ruined it! Go back to sleep.”

Seulgi rolled her eyes, but wiggled deeper under the covers and yawned, folding her hands under her cheek and closing her eyes.

Sehun wanted to coo at her. He wasn’t sure it was normal to want to coo, but he definitely did. God, he was like a stalker pigeon. Like a stalker Edward Cullen pigeon spy.

He carefully placed his gorg