Sehun could resist no longer. He had finally succumbed to the urge of opening his laptop to type a few lines of fan fiction that he had begun a few months ago. He had been facing writer’s block with the addition of deliberate laziness, also known as procrastination, for the past two months and was unable to update his stories as much as he expected himself to.

 

Deadlines and determination can go to hell, according to Sehun. It was a widely known fact that Sehun is a weak-minded human being, and the slightest distraction will successfully pull him away from what he was doing in the very first place. ‘Just one more episode,’ Sehun would tell himself every time he watches a new episode of Choco Bank, promising himself that he will type at least six pages worth of a chapter when the episode ends. Choco Bank always wins.

 

Or when he’s not even halfway typing his new chapter, a pop-up notification from his favourite Youtuber, Lay&Lays, appears and Youtube would be where Sehun spends his next four hours, the unsaved Word document hidden behind his Chrome window.

 

But eventually, Sehun always regrets it, feeling the guilt of not updating as frequently as he used to. That is why sometimes he would pull out his laptop, type a few lines, and the whole Distraction process will repeat itself again. That is, until now. The urge to update or even getting his fingers flying across the keyboard acts up a tad too often—when he’s reading a thriller book that he’d just bought a few days back, when he’s watching videos of cute couples kissing, even to the extent when he’s merely lying on his bed trying to sleep. He couldn’t.

 

So he forcefully pushes a snoring Jongin’s deadweight arms off himself and stalks out of their bedroom. He enters the study room and opens his laptop, squinting as the bright screen momentarily blinds his eyes in the dark room. Sehun has a knack for typing on his laptop in total darkness, finding peace and solitude when he only has to focus on a thing at a time, provided that he doesn’t open a Chrome window and go to Youtube to watch Yixing posting new dance routines, again.

 

Pushing his brown fringe out of the way, he opens a Word document that he has not touched for the past six to seven weeks. It’s the fifth chapter of the latest series he has been writing, and it unexpectedly received widespread attention, mostly positive, anyways. It’s a secret and nobody knows about it, not even Jongin. Sure, Jongin knows that Sehun writes fan fiction once in awhile, and leaves the fact as it is. But he doesn’t know that the younger is currently writing about him. Jongin certainly doesn’t need to know that.

 

If Jongin were to find out his husband is writing a fan fiction of their love life, Sehun would certainly hear no end to it. It’s not that what Sehun writes isn’t true (it’s just a little exaggerated), but he really doesn’t need Jongin finding out about his undying love towards his protective, loveable, adorable, cuddly, muscular, guardian-like, caring, wonderful, y—there he goes again. Yep, Jongin really, really does not need to know about his newest series.

 

Sehun posts his stories on a popular fan fiction website, under the pseudonym Sebootylicious. Hey, Sehun knows he has it and he’s not afraid to flaunt it. I mean, who would actually find out that The Oh Sehun is actually a fan fiction author?

 

Sehun checks the time at the bottom right-hand corner of his laptop. 2:04 AM. He needs to make it quick. He has to get up at 6:00 AM on the dot as EXO has an interview session at some radio station which name he has forgotten at 9:00 AM. Sweet old Manager hyung says it takes at least one and a half hours from the SM building to reach there. He really couldn’t believe that despite five years after EXO’s disbandment, people were undoubtedly still interested and curious about them, how they’re coping, etc.

 

He and Jongin moved in together as soon as the official disbandment announcement was out, and chose to become performance choreographers for SM, not wishing to covet after the fame they had for the past few years. Minseok and Kyungsoo carried on with their acting careers, both making it big and are now A-Listers in the Korean entertainment industry. Yixing returned to his own studio in China, frequently posting dance videos on Youtube using the pseudonym Lay&Lays. If the fans (and Sehun) were lucky, they would spot the occasional inclusion of Joonmyun. The leader of EXO had expressed his wish to follow his fiancé (they secretly got engaged during one of their tours to North America) back to China, helping out with the clerical work of the dance studio. All of them knew that Joonmyun had the knack for managing anything well under his lead, the most prominent example being EXO themselves.

 

 

Sehun stifled a laugh as Jongin made funny faces, attempting to cheer his boyfriend up. He knew that Sehun had a rough day—he was down with a persistent flu since morning and they had a schedule-packed day with only three one-hour car trips for him to have a quick nap inbetween. Jongin was his usual sweet self, pampering his sick boyfriend with warm hugs and sneaky kisses, when he thought the other members weren’t watching.

 

Sehun ultimately bursts out in laughter when Jongin rolled his eyeballs back into his head, forcing out the ugliest sausage lip he could manage, exposing his perfect set of white pearly teeth. Jongin pulled back and grinned, happy that he could cheer his sick boyfriend up. He gently grabbed hold of Sehun’s pale hand, lifting the back of it to his lips, all the while looking at Sehun. Sehun was sure he’s flushed, turning his head to not show Jongin how flustered he was.

 

A groan was heard from the front of the van, causing the young couple to whip their heads towards the source of the sound.

 

“Look at how sweet and gentlemanly Jongin is!” Baekhyun exclaimed, stretching his outspread arms at Jongin to emphasise his point. “He tries to cheer Sehun up when he’s sick, unlike you!” Baekhyun had been down with a sore throat and a sprained ankle since a few days ago, and it did not seem that he was going to get better any sooner. He turns to whack a dozing off Chanyeol beside him. Chanyeol jolted and looked at Baekhyun with the most confused expression he could muster, before falling asleep once again.

 

Sehun and Jongin could only smile sympathetically at Baekhyun, both wondering why did Baekhyun agreed to Chanyeol’s suggestion of trying to date—it is a well-known fact in EXO that Chanyeol is as straight as Pepero stick.

 

“He’s a keeper, Sehun ah,” Baekhyun gave Sehun a small sad smile, shifting a little to look at Jongin dead into the eyes. “You treat him properly or I will personally see to it that you are slaughtered into a million pieces.”

 

Jongin gave Baekhyun a salute, clasping Sehun’s hand to his chest where his heart lies, “Don’t worry hyung. Sehun is the most precious thing that has happened to me in this world, I would always do my utmost best in taking care of him.” Jongin then faced his blushing boyfriend, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips, which slowly turned into a slow-paced, passion-filled one.

 

Baekhyun gave them one last gaze and faced the front, contemplating his relationship with Chanyeol.

 

Jongin had his arms wrapped securely around Sehun’s waist, pulling him in as close as he could with both their seatbelts in the way. Sehun’s hand was running through Jongin’s locks softly, the other clutching the front of the latter’s shirt. But before Jongin could turn the kiss up a notch, Sehun widened his eyes in sudden realisation and pushed Jongin away. Jongin did a little whine, as he someone took away his favourite treat. Sehun rolled his eyes playfully and pinched Jongin’s nose.

 

“I’m sick, you dummy.”

 

Jongin shook his head petulantly, taking both of Sehun’s hands into his. “Don’t care. Want you.” He unbuckled Sehun’s seatbelt and pulled the male onto his lap, burying his face into the younger’s neck to inhale his scent. Sehun could only smile and shake his head in amusement, allowing Jongin to do whatever he wants.

 

 

The corners of Sehun’s lips were upturned the whole time he was typing, reminiscing the old days. The corners of his eyes are starting to collect tears, his eyes unable to adjust to the glaring brightness of his computer screen. ‘Who told you to only update after so long?’ a small voice from the back of Sehun’s head said.

 

Sehun’s thoughts drifted to Jongin, his husband after so many years. He unconsciously forms a shy grin, biting his lower lip. Sehun thinks that Jongin might be the best thing that has happened to him in the past 35 five years of his life. Despite going through so many hardships, they always stuck by each other’s side, never once leaving. They were each other’s pillars of support and Sehun wouldn’t trade anything or anyone for Jongin. Except for the limited edition Armani watch that he’s been eyeing for some time already.

 

Nevertheless, they had gotten so accustomed with each other that it becomes hard for either of them to fall asleep alone.

 

The light flickers on and Jongin is leaning on the doorframe, sleepiness evident on his face. He had put on his pajama top and Sehun thinks that he looks utterly adorable and y—messy bed hair with a dark purple pajama set with white bunnies on it, the top buttoned messily.

 

Sehun remembers the strong hatred Jongin had for it when Yifan mailed it over from Canada as a Christmas gift. It was only when Sehun fervently persuaded him that he would look absolutely adorable wearing the pajamas did Jongin finally put it on.  They had even sent a picture of themselves wearing their identical pajama sets—Sehun got a dark purple one too but with cats—to Yifan just to humour him and his ‘great’ fashion sense. The Chinese man had decided to reside in Canada and pursue a more mundane lifestyle by being a fashion blogger. He eventually married a Canadian Danish who speaks only a few words of Chinese.

 

Sehun automatically gives him a look of adoration, beckoning Jongin to sit in front of him. “Why are you up?”

 

Jongin plonks onto the plush seat, resting his head on his palms. “You know why. I can’t sleep without you.” Jongin leans forward and gives Sehun a peck on the forehead.

 

“What are you writing this time?” Jongin asks as he reaches a hand out to pull to laptop across the table. Sehun immediately pushes his hand away and gripped the laptop, adamant on not letting Jongin see what he wrote. Sehun laughs nervously, scratching his nape.

 

“Just the usual, y’know. Some crackish of Jongdae and his ual escapades alongside Luhan ge,” Sehun says, secretly hoping that Jongin wouldn’t catch him lying. Just one look and they would know what each other are up to already.

 

“Hmm,” Jongin hums, and Sehun releases the breath he didn’t release he was holding till now. “You finishing soon?” Jongin tries to make himself comfortable on the chair, “I still remember the two of them boasting about banging almost every SNSD and f(x) member during those days. It’s quite a lot to write, isn’t it?”

 

Sehun chuckles and nods his head. “Agreed. I’m not even halfway done yet.”

 

“Okay. I’ll just sit here till you’re done. Don’t mind me,” Jongin says. “But be quick though, it’s almost 3:00 AM. We have an interview tomorrow.”

 

“Yeah, I know,” Sehun mumbles as he begins proofreading for any grammatical mistakes. “I kinda miss all of us being together. Will Zitao and Lu ge be there?”

 

“Mmh,” Jongin fiddles with a ballpoint pen, “Manager hyung mentioned that Zitao’s one of the special guests. He said he’s free to catch a quick breakfast with us after the show. Luhan ge won’t be there though.”

 

Sehun hums, attention fully onto his laptop now. As much as the darkness aids him in concentrating, it is always better with Jongin around. He knows when to keep his mouth shut and when to put in his opinions, his presence never really bothering Sehun. In fact, having Jongin around makes the whole atmosphere pleasant and comforting. Jongin gradually grew silent, the occasional noise of the pen rolling across the table could be heard.

 

 

By the time they reached their dorm, it was already 12 midnight. The members piled out of the van slowly, one following the other as quietly as they could, not wanting to make unnecessary noises that could alert their fans that may be camping outside their dorms.

 

Sehun was so sleepy that he became oblivious to his surroundings, almost falling head first onto the ground if not for Jongin grabbing his waist with agile arms. Sehun led out a little whine. Jongin’s heart broke a little looking at how uncomfortable and tired his boyfriend is. He wants nothing more than to hug the living out of his Sehun, and to pamper him, take care of him to no end.

 

“Bear with it a little more, baby,” Jongin whispered, “I’ll make you some hot chocolate when we go inside.”

 

Sehun nodded his head tiredly, too tired to even let out an audible response.

 

As soon as all nine of them had successfully entered the dorm with the door locked, it was a flurry of motions. As promised, Jongin immediately went to the kitchen to make two cups of hot chocolate, one each for Baekhyun and Sehun. Chanyeol had already gone back to his room.

 

Kyungsoo and Yixing each occupied a toilet, quickly showering so that they could go to sleep. Minseok was reheating some leftover food from this morning for Sehun and Baekhyun, while Jongdae and Joonmyun sat by the couch with the sick members, checking their temperature while waiting for their turn to shower.

 

While drifting in and out of sleep, Sehun felt Baekhyun shifting to lie his head on his lap, face buried in Sehun’s shirt. Sehun sleepily smiled, happy to feel some warmth.

 

“Aigoo Jongdae! Look at them!” Joonmyun whispered as he whipped out his phone to snap a photo for remembrance. Before Jongdae could say anything, Jongin and Minseok were back with the food, and some medicine. Joonmyun pulled Baekhyun off Sehun’s lap to feed him and Sehun whimpered with his eyes still closed, feeling cold with the loss of body heat. He then felt the couch dip, and a familiar scent wafted through his nostrils. Jongin had pulled him onto his lap for the second time today, trying to feed him some food. Sehun smiles again.

 

Sehun felt Jongin planting his lips on his cheek. “Sehun ah, wake up. Come eat some food.” Sehun opened his eyes groggily, not liking it when he sees the worried frown etched onto Jongin’s face. He lifted a shaky hand and gently rubbed the crease between Jongin’s eyebrows, chuckling hoarsely.

 

“Don’t look like that, I’m not that sick,” Sehun turned to indulge himself in Jongin’s fragrance, giving him a light nip on his neck.

 

“What do you mean by ‘not that sick’,” Jongin bent forward to grab a plate of steaming hot dumplings on the table, “you’re coughing every few minutes and you can’t even keep your eyes opened for a minute, Hun. How are you not ‘that’ sick?”

 

Sehun tsked softly, rolling his eyes. “But stop with that look though, you look ugly.” He opened his mouth again to let Jongin feed him, but not before the latter had cooled the dumpling by blowing it.

 

Within twenty minutes, the dumplings were gone and the cup of hot chocolate is half empty. Baekhyun had already receded back into his shared room with Chanyeol with the help of the three other males. Sehun trudged into the bathroom for a quick shower, Jongin tagging along just in case he doesn’t faint while in there.

 

When he’s securely wrapped under tons of blankets with Jongin spooning him from behind and whispering sweet nothings, Sehun thinks that he has never been more blessed.

 

 

Sehun looks up from his laptop to see Jongin smiling lovingly at him. He an eyebrow and gives Jongin a ‘what’.

 

“You were smiling throughout your whole typing process,” Jongin begins, smiling even more. “Was Jongdae’s session with someone that fun to write?”

 

Sehun splutters and widens his eyes, trying to think of something to say. Jongin chortles and takes hold of Sehun’s hand, lifting it to kiss the back, something he’s been doing for more than half his life. “I’m just joking, Hun. You look positively adorable smiling like that.”

 

Sehun whines when Jongin says that. His husband sure does know how to make him all flustered even they’re together for nearly two decades.

 

“Stop it, Jong. We’re turning forty in a few years and you’re still being a cheesy ,” Sehun says, trying to pull his hand away from Jongin to hide his reddening face.

 

Jongin only laughs even more and pull Sehun closer, pressing his lips firmly onto the younger. Jongin laps at Sehun’s bottom lip, in which the latter readily opens his mouth. Sehun thinks that no matter how many times they have ben doing this, he will never get tired of it. Jongin’s mouth is pure wonder, and it only takes awhile for Sehun to be pliant and whimpering, body half slumped onto the desk.

 

“I’m your cheesy , anyways,” Jongin whispers as they pull away, loving it when Sehun becomes all weak and needy because of him.

 

“Go on, finish your chapter,” Jongin urges him, knowing how easily distracted Sehun gets. “You wouldn’t want your readers waiting for long, would you?”                                                                                              

 

“Besides,” Jongin adds on, “I’m tired. I wanna sleep.”

 

Sehun glared at his husband who winked at him in return. Sehun knew that Jongin had something else in mind when he said he wanted to sleep, that . Sehun composes himself quickly and tries to focus on his chapter, Jongin certainly not helping with the seductive grins and sly glances he sends Sehun every time he looks up.

 

“ you,” Sehun curses his husband. It is an undeniable fact that he’s getting all hot and bothered inside.

 

Jongin wagged a finger in front of his face, shaking his head.

 

“Tsk tsk Sehun. You can’t be so easily distracted, babe. Your readers will suffer.” Jongin stands up and leans in to whisper into Sehun’s ear.

 

“Beside, I am the one who’s doing the ing, remember?”

 

Right now, Sehun wants nothing more but to whack the hell out of the husband, and well, to ride his . Maybe.

 

Definitely.

 

In another twenty minutes, the chapter was done and uploaded on the fan fiction website. He slams his laptop close and drags Jongin back to their bedroom, ripping off Jongin’s pajamas in process. Yifan doesn’t need to know.

 

 

The both of them ended up not getting sleep for the whole night, but they showed no signs of being tired. They had only finished their deed thirty minutes before Manager hyung was banging on their door, screaming at them to hurry the up and leave with him. They still had the other members to pick up.

“Sehun?” Manager hyung calls, observing the couple from the back as they walk to the van.

 

“Yes hyung?” Sehun asks, turning back to face him.

 

“Are you okay? Did you hurt your leg? Why are you limping?” Manager hyung asks worriedly, moving forward to grab Sehun’s arm that was not hooked around Jongin’s. Manager hyung may be mean at times, but he certainly has all their interest at heart. During the days when EXO has yet to be disbanded, Manager hyung would not even hesitate to go out and buy painkillers for any of the sick members, even if it’s the coldest winter day, or if it’s 4:00 AM in the morning.

 

Sehun has his eyes bulged out, his heart rate suddenly increasing really fast. He tries to think of an excuse to give Manager hyung and he could vaguely hear Jongin laughing beside him. Sehun tries to glare at him but the only thing he could think of now was to think of an excuse.

 

Manager hyung turns to look at Jongin weirdly, wondering why was he laughing. “What’s so funny, Jongin ah?”

 

“Hyung,” Jongin paused his laughter, his hand now moving to Sehun’s . Sehun squirms. “I swear that you’re too innocent for your own good sometimes. You should find a girlfriend soon, really.”

 

“What? What does this have to do with me getting a—” Manager hyung pauses, looking at Jongin and Sehun with a stumped expression. His eyes then travel to the hand resting on Sehun’s , everything making sense at once.

 

“Oh—I just—Urgh, never mind,” Manager hyung rushes into the van at once, shouting a ‘Sehun you’d better think of a proper explanation for your fans as to why you’re limping!’ as soon as he is securely seated inside. Sehun feels as if he could burn in embarrassment right now and it’s his stupid husband’s entire fault.

 

“This is all your fault,” Sehun whispers as they got into the van. He crosses his arms over his chest, glaring at Jongin.

 

Jongin looked incredulous at Sehun’s accusation, lifting his arms in mock surrender. “What, it was you who rode my like your life depended on it last night. It was you who begged me for another round. It was you who screamed at me to continue even though you were aching despite me suggesting that we should stop. It was you—”

 

“Shhh!” Sehun covers Jongin’s mouth with his hand, turning to the front to check if their Manager had heard anything Jongin had said. To his luck, Manager hyung is very focused on driving, humming to a song playing on the radio.

 

Sehun is absolutely mortified.

 

“Shut up,” Sehun says lowly with the harshest tone he can manage. “Not a single word from you,” he warns as he releases his death-like grip from his smug husband. Sehun leans back in his seat with a slight pout and looks away.

 

“Screw you,” Sehun curses, because there is never once when Jongin doesn’t deserve to be cursed at. “You do know that whatever you say, I’m always going to be the one sticking my up your bubble right?” Jongin teases a little too loudly, causing Sehun to flail his arms in an attempt to hit him.

 

“Okay okay I’m sorry,” Jongin grabs both of Sehun’s arms and pulls the younger nearer. He leans in to kiss Sehun’s nose, then travelling down to his lips where he presses his lips in once more. “Forgive me?”

 

Sehun observes his face. Full round lips pursed into a pout, wide eyes like a puppy asking for forgiveness. How can Sehun not give in? “Fine. You’re lucky you look cute, .”

 

Jongin chuckles and gives Sehun one last peck on his cheek, whispering a soft “I love you” into his ear.

 

Sehun just wants to melt into a pile of mushy goo.

 

 

Sehun remembers that the first time they said ‘I love you’s to each other was just on some ordinary stay-in-the-dorm-to-chill day. They were cudding on couch, as Kyungsoo didn’t want to see their sickeningly sweet kisses and hugs hence chasing them out of Jongin and Kyungsoo’s shared room.

 

“You’re just envious, you poor little single human,” Sehun had said and pulled Jongin out of the room before Kyungsoo’s slipper hit them.

 

Sesame Street was on re-run when they turned the television on so they decided to just watch it, too lazy to move from their comfortable positions. Jongin was seated with his legs spread, Sehun sitting in the middle. The younger has his head leaning against Jongin’s chest, eating chips while Jongin nuzzles his neck.

 

“I love this,” Jongin speaks into Sehun’s hair. Sehun hums in response, eyes on Cookie Monster.

 

“Have you ever imagined that one day, after we disband, we can actually come home and do this?” Jongin asked, his fingers slipping under Sehun’s shirt to caress the smooth skin.

 

“Yeah. I bet it’ll be so nice,” Sehun replied, cupping Jongin’s hands with his own.

 

“I love you,” Jongin pecked Sehun’s cheek.

 

Sehun grins and turns to kiss Jongin’s lips.

 

“I love you too, Jong.”

 

It was just like that—short and simple. Not much thought was placed into saying it. They knew it all the while. They have been showing how much they love each other through their actions everyday. The words were said, just like how captions were added to a clear picture.

 

 

“Hey kids!” Jongdae and Baekhyun greets as they enter the van. Both of them looked as if they hadn’t aged, looking almost the same as they were five years ago.

 

“Hey,” Sehun greets back, Jongin nodding in return. “Is Soomin noona coming along too?”

 

Jongdae shakes his head, buckling his seatbelt. “She has to bring my mum for her monthly check-up. She says she’ll watch it when it airs on TV.” Three years ago, Jongdae the Casanova met Soomin at the radio station he was hosting at. It turns out that Soomin was an assistant at said radio station. Jongdae was instantly attraction as usual, and wasted no time to win her heart. Soomin finally agreed to go out with him after half a year. The bomb came around a year later, when Jongdae announced to the whole world that he’s getting married. Everyone was surprised that the Casanova would actually settle down for good.

 

“Where’s Manager hyung by the way?” Jongin voices out, wondering what took the older man so long to come back to the van.

 

“He’s waiting for Chanyeol. That idiot has a stomach ache,” Baekhyun says nonchalantly. Baekhyun and Chanyeol had broken off amicably after the incident when Baekhyun got sick, both acknowledging the fact that Chanyeol, was indeed still straight. He never liked Baekhyun that way, only wanting to try out as he was feeling confused. Baekhyun slapped him for sure, but in the end, all is well. They formed a duet when EXO disbanded, still signed under the same company. Till date, both of them are still single.

 

“Why are you still calling him Manager hyung anyways? He’s no longer our manager, black pig.”

 

Jongin shrugs, “I’m too used to it.”

 

Sehun moves forward to whack Baekhyun on the head. “Do not call my husband a black pig, even though he really looks like one!”

 

All three of them except Jongin laugh. “Oh my god Sehun, you have certainly mastered my ways!” Baekhyun screeches, bending over to laugh even more.

 

“Sehunnnnn,” Jongin whines, burying his face at the crook of the younger’s neck. “Why are you so mean to me? Is this the payback for just now? I said sorry, didn’t I?”

 

Sehun only sticks his out playfully, tempting his husband to bite on it.

 

“Ouch! You idiot!” Sehun whacks him, again. “It hurts!”

 

Jongdae and Baekhyun could only shake their heads in mock exasperation as the whole cycle repeats itself again.

 

 

“When are Yixing and Joonmyun arriving?” Minseok asks for the umpteenth time as he checks his watch. “The interview is going to begin in thirty minutes!”

 

“They just texted in the group that they’re plane was delayed and they’re rushing here now,” Zitao announces loudly. “My plane was delayed too. God, I can never get used to napping in planes. I’m so ing tired now.”

 

Kyungsoo glares at the Chinese male, the latter’s loud voice causing him to forget the line he was memorising for his upcoming drama. Zitao grins sheepishly.

 

Sehun rests his head on Jongin’s shoulder as he logs in to his fan fiction website (he checked that Jongin was dozing off before he opened his browser), after replying to Luhan’s well wishes to having fun. Despite the fact that it had only been a few hours since he posted the chapter, there had been tons of comments waiting for him to be read.

 

Reader #213: oh my goddddd! jongin is so sweet to his sehunnie sdfhawlefmdb fukfukfuk why can’t i have a boyfriend like this too T_T /wallows in self pity/

 

Reader #349: This chapter is da BOMB, okay??? brb, dying from fluff overdose. Got it? Overdose! Kekeke I MISS OT12 I MISS EXO EXO PLS COME BACK

 

Reader #390: I can totally imagine Jongin being all sweet with Sehun, seriously. Jongin is just a big ball of fluff in real life and Sehun is jutr like a princess waiting to be pampered omg. This is why I love sekai so much <3 I love you Sebootylicious author-nim!

 

Reader #500: dayum I’m the 500^th commentor! This whole chapter was like the best so far, I can’t. the fluff was good, the was good, everything’s just good. Ps what do you mean chanyeol’s straight and he’s dating bacon?! Wtf are you doing to my baekkie you tall giant??

 

Reader #521: . . more.

 

Sehun was giggling to himself as he reads the comments, replying to some occasionally. If only they knew that what they’re reading is the real EXO. Jongin stirred, hugging Sehun tighter.

 

“What’s so funny, babe?” Sehun immediately locked his phone screen and cleared his throat, leaning into his husband.

 

“It’s nothing. Just some silly comments that I got for the new chapter I post just now,” Sehun lies smoothly, sighing in relief when Jongin believes him readily. ‘Nope, never letting Jongin know,” Sehun reminded himself.

 

“EXO?” Manager hyung calls them, Yixing and Joonmyun following him from behind. The eight of them got up and adjusted their attires. It’s time to go onscreen again, not as individuals, but as EXO. The eleven of them, including Manager hyung and Zitao formed a circle each with an arm extended to the middle. All of their faces show excitement and happiness, delighted to be on stage as one again.

 

“1, 2, 3!” Joonmyun shouts. “EXO!” All of them chorused in unison.

 

 

“Wow,” the interviewer says, sitting slightly askew from EXO, facing them. “Time really flies, doesn’t it? Five years and all of you are high flyers in your careers!”

 

EXO looked at each other and smiled. “And it seems that five of you are married already! So how’s married life so far?”

 

Joonmyun laughed and took hold of Yixing’s hand. “Everything is pretty much the same, Yixing is always very sweet—”

 

Sehun tunes Joonmyun out, thinking about his married life with Jongin. So far, everything has been good. Jongin was treating him really well, almost everything has been moving smoothly.

 

Sehun returns his attention to the interview when he feels Jongin holding his hand.

 

“Marrying Sehun was probably one of the best decisions I have made in my entire life. Everyday with him is like an unexplored adventure; it will never be the same. Yes, people might think that doing the same thing and seeing the same person everyday makes marriage life or life in general boring. I personally disagree to that,” Jongin paused and gave Sehun a smile.

 

Sehun wonders what good deed he had done in his previous life to deserve a husband like Jongin.

 

“Everyday, I learn more about myself and Sehun. Even sitting on the couch watching TV with Sehun makes me content. I discover new things about him and never once it is boring. Speaking of which, I found out that Sehun has started to appreciate eating mango pudding a few days ago. For the past twenty years that I’ve known him, he has a strong hatred for anything mango. So I must say I am very shocked to discover the fact when he says that he’d finally had enough of watching me eat dessert on my own. He says he wanna share one bowl of mango pudding with me every time we eat desserts.”

 

The rest of EXO cheered loudly after Jongin finished speaking, Chanyeol being the loudest.

 

“Thank you, Sehun ah,” Jongin says earnestly and kisses his temple. Sehun blushes and shakes his head, enticing EXO to cheer even louder.

 

 

Without knowing it, half of the interview has already passed, mostly talking about how EXO is doing currently and whether do they keep in contact with Luhan and Yifan. Zitao readily answered all of the interviewer’s questions, saying that all of them keep in touch very frequently.

 

“For this interview, we’ve specially prepared an extra segment,” the interviewer says, straightening her skirt. “Despite the fact that EXO has been disbanded for five years, we found out that EXO-Ls are still talking about EXO. Many EXO-Ls were seen carrying banners of EXO at the member’s individual concerts, such as Bekhyun-ssi and Chanyeol-ssi’s recent tour around Asia. Same goes for Minseok-ssi and Kyungsoo-ssi, where fans usually go to their filming locations to cheer for them.”

 

“We’ve also found out that many EXO-Ls, till today, are creating many fan arts fan fictions about EXO! For this interview, we’ve chosen some fan fictions to show you all, to see if what EXO-Ls have wrote were similar to what EXO had experienced in the past!” She gestured to the screen, cueing EXO members to face it.

 

“The first fan fiction to be showcased is by Sebootylicous, who is very popular on the Internet for his or her realistic storylines!”

 

Sehun froze.

 

“Haha Sehun, it’s Sebooty!” Zitao laughed. Sehun could only give him a shrug, trying to act as nonchalant as he could.

 

“Babe,” Jongin whispered into his ear. “Isn’t that you?” Sehun shake his head slightly, trying to send a message to Jongin saying ‘Please-don’t-expose-me!’. Jongin nodded his head, understanding what he meant.

 

Sehun prayed internally, hoping that they wouldn’t display the story about Jongin and himself. Any story but that. Really. He’d rather get called out for writing about Jongdae and Luhan’s escapades than for Jongin to know that he’s been writing about their love life—it’ll be so ing embarrassing.

 

“‘I love you,’ Jongin pecked Sehun’s cheek. Sehun grins and turns to kiss Jongin’s lips.” the interviewer read out a portion of the large chunk of words on the screen, and Sehun could swear that he nearly jumped ten feet into the air.

 

. Of all the other fan fiction that Sehun wrote, why must it be this one? The one that Sehun had updated just hours ago!

 

“The author of this fan fiction had only uploaded this chapter a few hours before this interview—”

 

‘No no no shut up! Stop talking!’ Sehun wanted to scream and strangle her with his bare hands.

 

“Well, there was a scene after that, but we had to cut it out as it isn’t appropriate to air that on television,” the interviewer adds on sheepishly, fidgeting.

 

Sehun tries to ignore Jongin by his side.

 

“Well,” Joonmyun speaks up. “I must say that this author has a really good imagination, a psychic probably. What she wrote really happened!”

 

“Yeah! I was shocked for a moment when I read it,” Kyungsoo added on, “It’s as if one of our members wrote it!” He turns to Sehun. “Did you write this, Sehun ah? There’s a lot of ‘Sehun’ in this story, you know.”

 

“Of course not,” Jongin speaks up, and Sehun wants nothing more but to run away right now. “Sehun won’t even have the patience to write a page, what more a whole chapter, right Sehun?” Jongin gives his husband a mischievous smirk.

 

Sehun nods his head slowly. “Y-yeah. Don’t be silly, Kyungsoo. Of course it’s not me!”

 

“You’re so naughty, babe,” Jongin says quietly, “Sharing our ual activities with the world, huh.” Jongin’s hand began rubbing his thigh, “I didn’t know you’re into that.”

 

Lucky for Sehun and Jongin, the rest of them had began looking at other fan fictions written by other authors.

 

“Jongin…” Sehun tries to explain himself, “It’s not—”

 

Jongin places a finger onto his lips. “Since you enjoy it, how about we skip the breakfast catchup session later?” he suggests. His hand starts to inch towards Sehun’s crotch, and Sehun has half the mind to push his hand away. They’re in public for goodness sake!

 

“We’ll go home and I’ll have you on your hands and knees, all wet for me, shall we?”

 

“S-stop, Jong,” Sehun whispers. Getting aroused in the middle of an interview is the last thing on his list.

 

“I’ll eat your bubble and all you’ll feel is my wet tongue sliding against your walls. I’ll make a mess out of you and have you shaking and crying on the bed, begging me to stuff my up your . Your sweet, sweet , baby.”

 

Sehun tries to push Jongin away, but he doesn’t budge.

 

“Mm, I’m getting a hard-on thinking about that, Sehun ah,” Jongin his lips and , Sehun’s a goner.

 

He prays that that the interview doesn’t require them to stand up or do some , he’s fully hard right now.

 

 

“ my life,” Sehun curses. Jongin laughs.

 

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WHEN I SAY BOTTOM YOU SAY HUN. BOTTOM! HUN! BOTTOM! HUN! BOTTOMHUN BOTTOM HUN!

this 6k+ word vomit i need to get it out of my system