Standing and staring in awe, Jongin couldn't help but shamelessly gape at the tastefully decorated walls of the huge hallway stretching out infront of his eyes.

Pastel colored carpets swallow every careful step he takes as he walks further down the hallway towards a door, percieved twice as big as him.

„Jongin what are you waiting for?“

The deep, husky voice rumbles against his ears, slightly startling his gaping trance.

„Comin'“, he answers raspily before clearing his throat in slight embarassement.

Goddamn never has he been so awfully impressed by anything.

Never has he acted like a little child spotting something shiny for the first time.

Never has he ever been so lost in a situation before.

„Come on I'll guide you to your room“, Sehun continues a bit softer with a slightly giddy smile on his face.

Jongin feels like Sehun is even more excited about the whole situation than he is. Everything about him radiates pure bliss and relief, becoming apparent in toothy grins he has to supress, his voice almost seemig to shake with excitement and his gestures showing some dorky yet lovely form of helplessness everytime he interacts with Jongin.

The younger couldn't help but smile at Sehun ever so often when the elder is busy showing Jongin around, while carrying his luggage.

„Voila, this is gonna be your kingdom from now on“, he declares, one arm pointing inside a bright, spacious room, „And don't worry about me checking in on you keeping it tidy.“

Jongin ignores the last part of his comment as he is utterly captured by the view of his new home.

The whole floor is covered in shiny parquet that is interspersed with some fluffy carpets here and there.

As his eyes travel further, he notices a huge, lavish bed near the wall built of windows. Neat and clean sheets and blankets are stocked upon it in a detailed manner, almost drowning out Jongins urge to throw himself onto it immediately.

Sehun puts the luggage infront of a closet bigger than Jongin had ever seen, making the few things he took from home seem almost a little pathetic.

„Take your time adjusting Jongin, I'll make some lunch meanwhile. I assume you're hungry?“

Now Sehun mentions it, Jongins stomach instantly signalizes it's emptieness with a loud growl.

Sehun giggles and waves off while Jongin is left standing in the awe-inspiring huge room feeling a little lost.

Once his limbs allow him to move again, he takes little steps towards the bed as if scared to touch or break something.

The beauty and generous aura of his new home causes Jongin to feel a little uncomfortable and being honest a little unworthy of all the goodness happening to him right now.

He sits down on the neatly folded sheets, feeling the soft fabric with his fingertips before he lets himself fall into them completely.

It almost feels as if being swallowed by the silky texture of the blankets and he couldn't help but smile into the sheets as he closes his eyes in deep satisfaction.

It still feels a little uneasy being pampered with such generosity but Jongin decides to give it a try and feel thankful for it instead.

As he gets up to sort his clothing, the inside of his pocket starts vibrating shortly.

„Try to not ravish him the first night Jongi“, the text on his phone display reads and Jongin immediately rolls his eyes in annoyance.

Stupid Baek.

Of course he would point out the most awkward thought that'd crush his little head when thinking about this in the first place.

It's not like Jongin finally has the chance to get away from his abusive, drunk- stepdad together with his mom without having to worry about affording their living first.

On the other hand, it's probably not the most conventional way of solving the situation, he's got to give Baekhyun that.

Nevertheless, Jongin feels unimaginable relief now since he took his first step into Sehuns mansion.

With his thoughts already wandering into the kitchen, trying to figure out what Sehun might prepare right now, Jongin stuffs away his remaining clothes rather messily, throwing them aimlessly into the closet until the suitcase is just as empty as his stomach.

Shoving it under his bed, he senses footsteps coming near his room and just the second he turns around, Sehuns head pops up behind the doorframe.

„Lunch is ready in case you wanna grab a bite first.“

Jongin casually waves off. „I've unpacked already. Don't forget I've lived in a small, shabby apartment, there's way too much room for the bit of belongings I had.“

Sehun smiles sheepishly. „Fair enough. Then I guess you don't take issues with having lunch now?“

„Not at all. I could eat a horse right now.“

Sehun arches a sassy eyebrow at Jongin. „I guess that's the only wish I can't satisfy in here.“

Jongin knows the meaning behind the statement and still he couldn't help but having images of Sehuns upper body flashing before his eyes.

He hastily moves forward down the hallway to prevent Sehun from spotting his deep blush as he is unable to stop the images from appearing over and again.

„You're running into the wrong direction“, Sehun laughs deeply and takes Jongins wrist in the process.

Being startled by the sudden action Jongin snaps out of his daydreaming and throws his hands up unintentionally.

As he does so, his palms almost hit Sehun straight in the face and the latter instictively grabs the second wrist to prevent them from causing any accident.

„I-I-“, Jongin stutters irritatedly as he suddenly realizes which position he is in.

He stares into Sehuns dark orbs, noticing the black limbal ring enclosing the slight shade of amber around the iris.

As he regains his conciousness more and more, he feels the warmth of Sehuns hands around his wrists, the softness of his palms and the strength of his fingers embracing the skin around his arms. He suddenly realizes the proximity of their bodies and the heat radiating from the elder.

Goddamn he even notices Sehuns chest moving up and down with the motion of his breath emitting from the lips he is biting right now in surprise.

Jongin couldn't prevent the feeling of electricity shooting through his whole body while his heartbeat nearly doubles with the tension building up in his chest.

„I-I'm so sorry“, he manages to utter out with a raspy voice as his throat seems to be somehow clogged, „I wasn't paying attention.“

Sehun releases his wrists and Jongin almost feels the physical relief washing away the previous tension between the two of them.

He hastily takes a few steps back with his head facing the ground.

„Don't worry. I used to be a flagship daydreamer when I was younger. Not to mention the dozen times I accidently ran into my teacher in the hallway.“ His deep laugh rumbles through the room and Jongin is sure he want's to ease the mood a little but the younger couldn't shake off the feeling he'd just witnessed.

That hadn't been about mere nervousness, that'd been something immensely different.

He could still feel the aftershock of the electricity shoot through his whole body, resulting in weak, wobbly knees and a heartbeat still pumping at a double rate.

What on earth had just happened?

„I hope you like it“, Sehun snaps him out of brooding again and puts down two plates with hot, steaming food on them.

The delicious smell of well-composed flavours causes Jongins mouth to water instantly once the scent hits his nose.

„Enjoy“, Sehun grins and takes a huge bite himself.

Once he sees Sehun starting to eat, Jongin couldn't hold back anymore and devours his whole plate in an astounding speed.

Thinking back, the last proper meal he had was a small bite of a sandwich before he and Sehun went on packing his stuff.

Days before he hadn't been able to take a bite, due to worrying about his mom as well as his own when packing his belongings.

Not eating well had taken it's toll on Jongins body and now it screamed for even more food.

„It's delicious“, he manages to mutter in between his greedy bites making Sehun smirk with amusement.

„Go on have some more, I've prepared more than enough don't worry.“

Jongin thankfully fills his plate again and continues to happily munch on the meal Sehun had prepared.

„Can't remember the last time someone made the effort to cook such amazing food for me“, Jongin mutters while still shovelig the food into his mouth.

Sehun a questioning eyebrow at him.

„Not even your mom? Baekhyuns parents?“

Jongin shakes his head.

„My mom couldn't afford a proper meal on a regular basis as my dad drank away almost all our money. And Baeks parents are stuck up arseholes who think they're better than the rest of the town who doesn't live in their gated community. They always left some money for us to grab a bite or order some food when the maid wasn't there. It wasn't nearly as good as this.“

While Jongin keeps on eating in silence, Sehun is busy supressing the compassionate expression that desperately tries to contort his features with sympathy.

He hastily throws the last bite on his plate into his mouth, forcing it to chew so that his face is kept busy long enough for Sehun to gain his composure back.

Just couldn't be that this little rebellous brat had the power to completely transform Sehuns view of the world and his actually rather strict principles.

The hell, it had even gotten this far that mentioned little brat now sits across the table, calmly eating the food he cooked while wondering if it's even good enough.

Sehun knows all too well that he had let his guard down more than enough right now. Perhaps it'd be a good idea to initiate some distance between them once the whole dilemma with his mom and the police is finally done.

He knows that he cares for Jongin much more than for other students he knows and only thinking about that makes his stomach tingle with nauseous guilt.

He puts down his fork, suddenly unable to eat.

What on earth had this little brat done to him that he hadn't already witnessed in his rollercoaster life?

„Listen“, Jongin suddenly speaks up, almost unnoticably startling Sehun who had been deep in thoughts still.

„Mhh?“

„Let's be real, this whole situation is more than weird and if anyone other than us get's scent of this we're done for, I know. So I'll try to not get into your hair and act as if I wasn't there ok? You don't have to worry about anything other than my mom. I just want her to be happy and well after everything that happened.“

For a second, Sehun is speechless.

Is that kid reading his mind again? The mere thought makes him shudder with confusion.

„U-Uhm, ok“, he eventually manages to utter out, feeling dumb the second those words leave his mouth.

A simple 'Uhm, ok' just doesn't seem right given the request Jongin had just proposed.

He slightly flushes.

„I-I mean I'll do whatever I can to make your mom feel safe and home. I promise you'll never have to suffer again if I can't prevent it.“

„Ok ok“, Jongin throws his hands up in defeat, „no need to get cheesy with it. Just make sure mum's ok and I'll be fine.“

Facing the old, sassy Jongin, Sehun couldn't help but turn his lips up into a lopsided grin.

Jongin notices the slight shift in Sehuns mood and eases back into his seat while taking a sip of the water Sehun had served together with the food.

„Hey Jongin“

„Huh?“

„How about replacing that with some beer and hit the couch in the living room?“

The thought of ending the day in such a convenient manner actually manages to dissipate any doubt Jongin had previously and he happily agrees.

After a day full of unforseen events and uncomfortable topics to talk out, Jongin could feel the fatigue slowly taking hold of his body and he wants nothing more than to fall down on a comfy sofa not needing to think about anything more today.

He happily agrees and proceeds to clear the table when Sehun stops him with a gentle movement of his hand.

„It's ok, suit yourself in the living room, I'll take care of this.“

A little irritated by the sudden warmth of his skin, Jongin flinches almost invisibly and puts down his plate.

„U-Uhm, alright I'll … see if some good movie is on right now.“

With that said, Jongin get's out of the kitchen as fast as possible, hastily making his way to the living room.

Once he enters, he looks around to see if no one's watching then takes a deep breath to calm himself down.

Stupid Sehun.

Living with him turns out not to be as easy as Jongin had imagined things to be.

After everything that happened, Sehun still manages to irritate the out of him which utterly irritates Jongin right now.

He doesn't wanna come off as ungrateful but somehow Jongin doesn't quite know how to deal with the sudden proximity.

„Nahh, this is stupid“, he mubles to himself, shaking his head in denial.

Everything would be ok after a couple of days to adjust and some beer to ease the mood right now perhaps isn't the worst idea after all.

With that in mind, Jongin shakes off the uneasieness and cuddles into the huge sofa, aimlessly zapping through the channels until a deep, barritone voice startles him from behind.

„Found something?“

Jongin actually want's to yell something along the lines of „WHAT THE HELL?!“ but stops himself in the middle of his heart attack.

„Welp, it's actually quite boring around the flatscreen right now. There's some sports perhaps that's ok.“

Sehun smiles, putting two bottles on the table infront.

„Whatever you want. I'm not much of a TV-person anyway. I prefer music in the evenings.“

Jongin a challenging brow at the elder.

„Don't tell me you're all about those record-players and a glass of wine?“

„Or what?“

Jongin has to supress a chuckle as the image of Sehun holding a glass of wine while listening to Vivaldi flashes before his eyes.

„How fancy“, Jongin declares cheekily while mimicking something he'd lable as random uptown prick.

But Sehun just shrugs casually, getting up to rummage through a shelve Jongin hadn't seen before.

He pulls out a large record packed up in cardboard but Jongin couldn't quite make out the letters printed on it.

Sehun skillfully puts it in the player before pushing several buttons.

After that, he returns with the first notes of a well known rocksong being played out.

„Not quite Vivaldi isn't it?“, Sehun laughs out heartily at the confused expression on Jongins face.

The younger shakes his head, taking a generous sip of beer to digest the culture shock he'd just experienced.

„You know“, Sehun starts again after calming down, „some classics are better played off a record not an Mp3-player.“

„With some beer not wine“, he adds with a wink while taking a sip.

As Jongin slowly gains back composure he laughs it off casually.

„You know there's actually rarely a better way to enjoy Nirvana, I'm surprised. Never thought you'd be listening to rock music.“

But Sehun just waves it off. „Nevermind. Pun intended by the way“

For s sake, that stuffy teacher isn't meant to be anything near cool and now he crashes Jongins view again with an action that simple.

The realisation slowly dawns on him that Sehun had been more of a father to Jongin than his drunktard of a stepdad had ever been.

This knownledge manages to creep the out of him and he hastily takes another generous sip of his bottle.

He never wanted Sehun to be near him.

Heck, he never would've even wanted to talk to him if not necessary.

But somehow this tard had cleared a solid way into Jongins life like what the hell?

Looking back, Jongin couldn't have even prevented it, he had always been there at the wrong time. Or right if Jongin thinks back to all the times he almost had a mental breakdown.

One way or another, Jongin finds the current situation suddenly more than weird and feels the intense urge to cringe out of the sofa into his own room or into a hot shower.

But before he could do anything related, Sehun suddenly sets his bottle and starts speaking in a mellow, deep voice: „Don't get me wrong, I'm just trying to make things as comfortable as possible for you and your mom. I know how weird this must be for you especially.“

Unbelievable! Is this person able to read his goddamn mind or what?!

Jongin almost chokes on his next sip as he listens to Sehun talking.

This situation could've gotten plain awkward in so many ways but one of them two had always successfully managed to alleviate it.

This guy is straight unbelievable, Jongin thinks to himself as he empties his bottle and snuggles up into the plushy sofa facing the TV which he hadn't switched off earlier.

The slow, colorful pictures that shove their way across the Tv make Jongins body realize just how tired he really is and his lids start sinking more and more as he watches a boring ad playing it's way. He feels his body relaxing into the plushy texture of the couch, his mind already wandering to confusing places as he doesn't quite percieve what's going on besides him.

Before he knows it, Jongin ist fast asleep.

Peacefully for once in this chaotic week.

So so sorry I wasn't able to update for so long :(

To be honest I'm quite in a rush today as well but I just wanted to finish this chapter to give my lovely subscribers something to be happy about ^__^ 

I really hope you like this one as there will be more SeKai interaction coming with the following chapters but keep in mind I won't rush things so please be patient ok? ;) 

I hope you're having a great time even if the weather is gloomy and dark (some winter tea always helps ;P :D)

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