If Baekhyun was sunlight, gentle, warming, setting flowers into bloom and kissing skin golden, Chanyeol was magma core, seething molten under the surface, erupting to destroy flowers just starting to bloom, setting the world in monochrome, grey against grey against black. 

The first time Sehun sees him, he thinks he's maybe some sort of angel. The second time, he decides he's more devil than anything else. The third time, he's pretty sure he's falling in love.

Chanyeol whispers that they have forever, that they have all the time in the world, and Baekhyun laughs, head tipping back, eyes turning to perfect slivers in his face, agreeing even though he can’t help but think that forever meant nothing when they had nothing to begin with.

Theirs was not a love story. They weren't candy coated kisses and sweet nothings. They were handprint bruises on hipbones, hickeys like bullet wounds, kisses that burned like fire. Theirs wasn't a lvoe story, so Sehun wasn't quite sure if he was falling in love.

Sehun runs a finger over Jongin’s gills, little slits of pink peeking from behind tanned skin. Jongin bats his hand away, head coming to meet his shoulder, exposing the other side of his neck. Sehun’s hand darts forwards, , softly, once, fingertips rippling as Jongin inhales, breathing in Sehun: Fairytale!au