Title: Fallacious Assumptions

Pairing: HunHan Selu

Rating: pg-13

Genre: angst

Word Count: 1000+ words

Summary: Sehun would willingly come back to Lu Han, except this time, he has no one to come back for...

 

 

It’s Sunday and Sehun found himself standing in front of Lu Han’s door. His hand is tucked inside the pocket of his jeans, the other one holding a bouquet of flower. Lu Han’s favorite flower. He wore the shirt Lu Han picked for him in their first date, and spent time fixing his hair on the mirror, making sure to spray the cologne Lu Han gave him as a gift.

The weather isn’t that bad, Sehun thought. He could see the dewdrops from the rain earlier, coating each flower and leaves in Lu Han’s mini garden. The scent of earth, magnified by the rain, permeated the air, and Sehun never forget to think that Lu Han loves these kind of days.

He noticed that he’s trembling, and he knows that he’s never been this nervous before. He isn’t sure if his plan will work, but nevertheless he needs to try. He needs to try because this is Lu Han, he’s willing to give his all for Lu Han, and he admits that he’d been a total jerk on their previous fight. He never thought Lu Han will cry, and the image of Lu Han crying is the least thing he ever wants to see. He loves him. He loves him so much.

He breathed in and out, saying that everything will be alright after this. He repeated those words like a mantra, and he made sure that he memorized and practiced the things he'll say to him. After gathering all of his courage, he knocked and waited for a few seconds. Anticipation built inside his chest, creating a hollow for butterflies to lurk around his stomach.

The door opened revealing an exhausted Lu Han. His lips are chapped and his skin is paler than before, he also looks thinner, Sehun noted. The lines he memorized earlier were washed away with concern, guilt, and worry. After all, he’s the one who caused this to Lu Han, but before he could speak, Lu Han came towards him and hugged him tightly. Thin arms meeting at the back of Sehun’s neck.

They stayed like that for a while, Lu Han’s head resting on Sehun’s shoulder, and Sehun burying his face in Lu Han’s hair, inhaling the scent of his lover's favorite shampoo. He can hear Lu Han’s sobs, and gently his hair, asking him to calm down because he’s here already, and he’s never going to leave his side again.

 

 

 

 

After making up to each other, they found themselves again in a monochromatic routine: occasional fights, make out sessions, break-ups and “i’m sorry"s, backhugs and cuddles, love making. Sehun thought that sometimes it’s exhausting, but he never expected a steady relationship with Lu Han. He knows that a perfect relationship doesn’t exist, and he never wishes for one. He believes that challenges will make them stronger, at least that’s what Sehun thinks, but he failed to notice Lu Han’s restless nights, failed to notice the blood from Lu Han’s coughs, his decreasing weight, his labored breaths, his dark circles under his eyes. Sehun failed to notice Lu Han’s suffering, so after having another heated fight, he left Lu Han again.

Sehun said that he needs time, that the both of them needs space for a while. He never thought of the things that whirled inside Lu Han's mind whenever Sehun raises his tone at him, whenever he gives him those unforgiving looks that makes Lu Han shrink and shoulder all the guilt, like he's always the one at fault when they fight.

The words he promised became an empty ones, taking every letters from those words with every steps he takes farther away from Lu Han.

 

 

 

 

 

That night, Lu Han had troubled breathing, while the moon casted its light innocently on Lu Han's dark room. He tried to grab the medicines he’s been trying to hide from Sehun. He stood up clutching his chest tightly, silently begging for another chance. He can’t breathe and can't move his body properly, the asphyxia encircled his lungs, squeezing it tight, so that Lu Han couldn't breathe anymore. Unable to catch his breath, Lu Han fell on the cold monochromatic floor, cheeks touching the ground, and tears falling from his eyes.

"Sehun.” He muttered under his breath, then everything went black.

 

 

 

 

It’s Sunday and Sehun found himself standing in front of Lu Han’s door. His hand is tucked inside the pocket of his jeans, the other one holding a bouquet of flower. Lu Han’s favorite flower. He wore the shirt Lu Han picked for him in their first date, and spent time fixing his hair on the mirror, making sure to spray the cologne Lu Han gave him as a gift.

The weather isn’t that bad, Sehun thought. He could see the dewdrops from the rain earlier, coating each flower and leaves in Lu Han’s mini garden. The scent of earth, magnified by the rain, permeated the air, and Sehun never forget to think that Lu Han loves these kind of days.

It’s been a week since their recent fight. He noticed that he’s trembling, and he knows that he’s never been this nervous before. He isn’t sure if his plan will work, but nevertheless he needs to try. He needs to try again because this is Lu Han, he’s willing to give his all for Lu Han. He loves him. Sehun loves him.

He breathed in and out, saying that everything will be alright after this. He repeated those words like a mantra, and he made sure that he memorized and practiced the things he'll say to him. After gathering all of his courage, he knocked and waited for a few seconds.

Except this time, no one opened the door for him.

 

 

 

A/N: Based on this picture.. huhu my feels (if you're wondering... this is written for a while now)