the first time sehun ever saw him, there was absolutely no spark—no fireworks bursting with color behind his eyes or love songs on repeat playing at the back of his mind.

baekhyun had insisted on playing a round (or two. or three. four?) of laser tag to celebrate the end of a nerve-wracking academic year.

sehun gives one last look at his surroundings, foreign and familiar—he is terrified and uncertain of what’s to come. yet, as baekhyun talks in soft murmurs to ease him, he feels oddly safe.

what started out as a casual fling between teenagers led to a somewhat inevitable downturn of events. jinri called him one evening, sobbing uncontrollably through the static, 'i'm with child,' and sehun slumped to the floor of his dorm in utter disbelief.

when the sun seeps through the window in a faint stream of light and sehun wakes up with baekhyun in his arms, he is awashed with calmness, warmth, and it doesn’t feel like waking up from a dream at all.

eight years and counting, and yet baekhyun feels like he’s seeing sehun for the first time every waking day, thoughts going haywire with every touch, every word spoken, every glance thrown his way, reducing baekhyun into a mess of feelings and oh sehun, like every fiber of his being is rooted in the way sehun hold him together.

sehun is beautiful, baekhyun thinks aloud, because the gentle pitter-pattering in his chest is enough to tell him so.

there is something particularly different about today, because it's the first time sehun ever sees him, and he thinks the sun rose in those eyes.   based on disney's 'paperman' (the 2013 academy award winner for best animated short film)

'c'mon, i'll shower with you,' sehun pulls baekhyun from the bed, catching him momentarily in his arms, baekhyun’s mumbled protests too weak for sehun to take to heart.

it was a sudden jolt in the chest, a momentary tug at the heartstring, that byun baekhyun knew he’d fallen deep into the confines of oh sehun’s charm. ‘junmyeon-hyung,’ he starts one evening, unsteady under the leader’s curious glance. ‘it’s sehun—it’s sehun.’