[team 5] le tapis rouge

[bluedreaming]

This is part 4 of Chevaline. (preceded by Sang and followed by retrouvailles)

The opening section of this story references the Hungarian film Fehér Isten.
The song A Little Death by The Neighbourhood greatly contributed to the plot. (Thanks chentiary and I'm story for running with your song ;; )
This story was inspired by this fanart of Sehun (trigger warning for blood in art form) linked to my by lattelotus and while looking for pictures I found a picture of Jonghyun I hope this is an edit or there's a reason behind it, but in conjunction with the story I had already written below, by the time I found this photograph, it was incredibly disturbing to me. photo ‡



. . .humming along in agreement, the butcher proceeds to carefully flay the flesh of the cow, carefully removing the internal organs before proceeding to cut it systematically in half with the meat saw, the red meatiness vibrating slighty, gentle reminders of of was still alive as the carcass hangs from hooks, and parted, is passed to the meat inspector, who probes the flesh carefully before announcing it passed.

He isn't much of a book person. Lines of black on paper? Too monochrome. The cinema is so much better, a controlled loudness, splashes of colour and light in the dark.

Sehun likes red things. Red wine, red velvet cake. Red scarves. He likes making things red too; from where he stands, looking over the lovely picture, red on white, he smiles, drawing lines with his eyes along the parted skin.

"You're beautiful," he says, and he means it.

Redness drips from his fingers, from the blade, over the creamy skin of Jonghyun's chest. Jonghyun, with the wide eyes, throat seeping but he still smiles up at Sehun. Sehun likes him a lot.

"I really like you," he says, and draws a flower over Jonghyun's ribs as his chest contracts and fingers knot in the sheets, sodden by now, the redness dripping off to soak the carpet. Jonghyun looks up at him, he's not talking, and his eyes are hazy, indistinct. He's looking at Sehun like people admire a great artist from afar, with awe and admiration. Jonghyun is lucky, he gets to be the canvas.

A few strokes more, angry red, romantic red, passionate red, quiet red, and Jonghyun's eyelids slowly flutter shut.

"Thank you," Sehun says. He never fails to thank his canvases.

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His phone goes off in his pocket as he's wiping the blades. Sehun finishes tucking them away in the case before answering.

"Hi," he says. He can't quite keep the afterglow out of his voice. The satisfaction of a job well done.

"Soojung and I are going out for supper," Kyungsoo says. "La petite France. Are you coming?"

"Is Jongin there?" Sehun asks instead, running his hands under the faucet to remove all traces of red from under his fingernails.

"He's not getting beef tartare today, if that's what you're asking," Kyungsoo says, and Sehun can hear the laughter in his voice. Kyungsoo is always so amused about Sehun's little inconsistencies. "There are fresh mussels in from the south of Britanny so we're having moules et frites." He can hear Kyungsoo talking to someone on the other side of the telephone.

"I'll be there," Sehun says, and dries his hands carefully on the towel.



lattelotus I'm skipping you again because you need to study so goodbyelover is up!

Edit (05.10.2015): goodbyelover is skipping so nachtegael is up!