writetomyheart | [team two] sketches and wrinkles

this is part of an age gap!au where sehun is 21 and luhan is 31 if that squicks anyone out~
(unedited so there's bound to be typos or some kind of mess orz)

Sehun shakes the thought off, plugs in his fallen earphone and focuses back on his work, adding the details to a dress design in his sketchbook. This particular sketch is one he can't see himself bringing to life just yet, feeling the fabrics between his fingers as his sewing machine whirs to life, but one for his more experienced future self.

The lead of his pencil breaks and Sehun sighs, digging out his pencil sharpener, unable to fully shut off his mind from the thoughts clouding his mind. He knows it's stupid to have doubts. But it's easy enough, so early on when he's up to his eyes in coursework and barely has time to see Luhan, when really he wants to see him constantly and wonders if it's reciprocated.

It's not so much doubting Luhan though, rather than doubting himself, wondering why Luhan would want to be with someone ten years his junior, when he could have anyone. Someone more experienced, someone able to provide for him the way Sehun can't; though he knows Luhan doesn't need it. He's fully capable of looking after himself, and Sehun it seems.

It's stupid, because he's the one who pursued Luhan, pushed things further than they needed to go, yet maybe that's why he doubts.

Sehun's mood shifts slightly when he hears his phone vibrate for the second time that hour. He already heard the buzz of his phone while drawing earlier but chose to ignore it in favour of his work, which Luhan would understand anyway, and it's not a complete lie, really.

Babe sorry to disturb you if you're working, but let me know if I can pick you up later?

Sehunaaaaa >3<

Sehun lets out a quiet laugh, imagining Luhan pouting at his desk as he looks at his phone. He feels a quick pang of guilt but tucks it away, attempting to push the other negative thoughts with it.

Pick me up from class asap, he sends with a smile, continuing to sketch mindlessly. He can take his sketchbook with him wherever they go anyway, though Luhan will probably peek at his messy doodles.

Luhan calls Sehun half an hour later to let him know he's outside and Sehun shoves his book in his bag, puts his pencil back in its case with all the others and shoves that in too, waving goodbye to the few remaining students as he jogs his way out. Maybe he's a bit too enthusiastic, but it's been a few days since he's seen Luhan so he doesn't spare a thought to care about it.

Sehun stops to take a breath when he's outside, spotting Luhan's black Maserati straight away. A few students gawk at it and he only laughs, hurrying over to it when he's caught his breath again. Luhan stands leaning against the car, smiling when he sees Sehun rushing towards him, bag bouncing on his side, hair blowing with the wind.

"You're so demanding somet-" Luhan gets cut off by long arms thrown around his neck. "Oh, hello," he laughs, eyes wide, resting his hands on Sehun's waist.

"Hi," Sehun breathes out, pulling back with crescent eyes and pink dusted cheeks.

“Missed you too,” Luhan smiles, pressing a kiss to the corner of Sehun’s mouth.

Sehun feels his face heat up even more, the tips of his ears burning. “Hyunggg,” he pouts, unsatisfied.

Luhan rolls his eyes playfully and Sehun pouts more, until his cheek is being held in Luhan’s hand and his lips are pressed against Luhan’s. It’s brief, but has Sehun’s eyelashes touching his cheekbones, has him wanting more when Luhan pulls away.

“Now get in the car before we gain an audience,” Luhan says, winking at Sehun as he pulls the door open for him.

Sehun doesn’t ask where they’re going and stares out of the car window, letting the breeze ruffle his hair as Luhan hums along to the radio, tells him a bit about his day. The first thing he did was ask about Sehun’s but he didn’t get much of a response.

Sehun’s heart thuds against his ribs when he feels Luhan’s hand settle over his in his lap, Luhan’s fingers curling around his.

“I was going to take you out for dinner but you’re obviously not feeling great, so we’ll go to mine, okay?”

Sehun doesn’t say anything but plays with Luhan’s hand instead.

“Want to talk about it?” Luhan asks and Sehun shrugs despite Luhan looking straight ahead as he drives. “You’ve been silent this whole time. I can tell when you’re upset, Sehun-ah.”

“Maybe later,” Sehun mumbles.

Later finds Sehun with his head in Luhan’s lap, looking through his design concepts as Luhan watches, threading his fingers through Sehun’s soft hair. Once in Luhan’s house, Sehun often finds his mood lifting a bit, the familiar smells and warmth surrounding him.

But still, the worries are in the back of his mind again.

“Do you think it’s okay to be with me?” Sehun asks, not really paying any attention to his drawings anymore.

“That’s what this is about?” Luhan asks, worry evident in his voice and features when Sehun chances a glance at him.

“I mean, things would probably be easier for you if you were with someone your age so-”

“Sehun,” Luhan sighs, taking the sketchbook out of Sehun’s hands and setting it aside. “There’s no need for you to feel that way.”

“But-”

“Don’t you think I feel that way too sometimes?” Luhan says, putting a hand under Sehun’s chin to lift it slightly. “When we met I thought I was too old for you, but you insisted otherwise. It’s difficult for me to understand why you, someone with so much ahead of you, would want to be with someone who has already experienced it.” His lips tug into a smile, “unless you’re with me for the money, that is.”

“Luhan!” Sehun gasps, sitting up.

“Joking, joking, baby,” Luhan smiles. “But you know that I don’t want to be with anyone else right?” Sehun gives a small nod. “You know that I like you a lot, right?” Another nod. “You might not know just how happy you make me, though. How just seeing you lifts all the stress from work right off me. I think everyone needs you instead of an anti aging cream.”

“Cheesy,” Sehun says, holding his cheeks in embarrassment.

Luhan laughs, taking Sehun’s hands off of his face and replacing them with his own. “They can’t have you though. You’re mine,” he grins, pressing his forehead against Sehun’s. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Sehun whispers, a little breathless. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Luhan says, kissing Sehun’s cheeks. “I get it, I do. But believe me, okay?”

“I do.”

“That I think you’re beautiful? Unbearably cute? Funny?”

“Stoppp,” Sehun whines, kissing Luhan before he can say any other embarrassing (but wonderful) things.

Later, as they lie on the sofa together, Luhan helps Sehun pick out the best designs and Sehun gets Luhan to tell him all about all the annoying things that happen at the company, watching all the millions of expressions that go through his face in a single minute. Luhan stops talking when he realises Sehun is just watching him amusedly and hits him on the arm with a frown, and Sehun kisses his adorable thirty one year old boyfriend’s pout away until he’s laughing again, all wrinkles and and white teeth.

He knows he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

your turn, laughingvirus!