Joonmyun's story from Sehun's perspective seven years after their debut.

genre: family, slight romance, band fic

characters/pairings: sehun, joonmyun, slight!suchen

word count: -

Sehun looks up from where he’s lounging on the sofa with his hand phone when he hears the familiar click of the front door’s lock of the dorm before he hears a few shuffling from the hallway. There’s the sound of shoes being tossed carelessly into the shoe rack (Sehun hears a couple of them falling down) and a sleepy groan (who definitely belongs to Jongin) floats through the hall before he sees three figures lumbering their way into the living room. Jongin, who has his eyes practically closed, heads straight to his bedroom without another word; their manager, who also looks just as tired and sleepy himself uses his last bit of energy to grab a glass of water from the kitchen before he too, disappears into his shared room with Minseok.

Sehun is about to go back to his phone when Joonmyun surprises him by sagging onto the sofa next to him.

“Hyung, why are you still here? Go to sleep,” Sehun says monotonously, shifting his gaze back to his phone, typing away. Joonmyun frowns with his eyes still closed as he rests his chin on Sehun’s shoulder and slumps his whole weight onto Sehun’s right side.

“I could ask the same to you,” the older mumbles, nuzzling his nose into Sehun’s jumper. His phone’s clock shows its long past midnight, but Sehun does not feel the tiniest bit sleepy since he did not have any schedules for that day, taking advantage of his day off by lazing around in his bed all day and occasionally napping.

“How did the recording go?”  Sehun asks, humming softly when Joonmyun’s fingers idly play with the fine hair at the back of his neck.

“It went well, I guess. But seriously Sehun? Did none of you actually listened to us on the radio before?”

Sehun gives him a shrug and cheeky smile. “Sorry, hyung. Too busy texting Moonkyu.” Joonmyun frowns and pouts but continues to comb his fingers through Sehun’s hair lazily, resting his cheeks on Sehun’s shoulders.

They stay just like that for what Sehun thinks might be half an hour in complete silence, until he belatedly realized that the hand at the back of his neck stops playing with his hair. He locks his phone swiftly and shoves it in his pockets, tentatively leaning forward to peek at the older man’s face and finds that he’s already fast asleep, a soft snore escaping his lips. Sehun frowns and slowly moves away carefully as to not wake up the other to adjust Joonmyun’s sleeping position, laying him on the sofa gently with the arm rest as a pillow as he mutters under his breath.

Stupid hyung, Sehun thinks with a begrudging pout as he continues to grumble. This is why you should have listen to your dongsaengs and slept straight away when I told you too.

He sits cross-legged on the floor in front of his sleeping hyung. His face softens as he brushes away the fringe on his forehead and a small unconscious smile plays on his lips when Sehun hears Joonmyun murmur something in his sleep.

But then the smile is wiped off as he studies Joonmyun’s face and notices the faint lines on the older man’s forehead and at the corners of his eyes even if he’s not crinkling his eyes. The makeup on Joonmyun’s face had mostly faded off and he’s not wearing any dark kohl or eyeliner - no concealer to hide away the dark circles under his eyes.

With a tremor in his heart and an unsettling feeling swirling in his gut, Sehun realizes that their leader is not as young as he once used to be.

There’s a sudden urge to hold Joonmyun’s hand, so Sehun reaches and does just that.