Obsession (SeChen)

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Jongdae lies back down in bed, facing Sehun's sleeping face. One of his hands reach out to cup the older's cheek, stroking his cheekbone softly. Jongdae wondered—he really did, how...this...whatever it was, happened. He's beginning to feel conscious--bits of awareness creeping in.

  His eyebrows are furrowed as he stares at the older beside him, whispering a hushed and reluctant, "What did you do to me?"

  Sehun pretends to continue sleeping, ignoring the younger's question as he tosses and turns, before finally deciding to follow his instincts and finding Jongdae, hugging him tightly.

  Jongdae wonders about whatever he had just felt earlier, the need to submit, the need to just be filled--Though he knows fully that he prefers to be in the receiving end of sex, this wasn't exactly how he pictured it.

  He reaches out for his phone, kept somewhere amongst the array of items on the bedside table and looks over the message spams from his brother.

Jongdeok hyung

dae where are you
dae
dae
dae
dae wtf im calling the police
ok notbyet
but still where r u
dae?????
ur colleagues told me u went to work-?
why
dae?

'i have to work overtime'
'sorry hyung'
'something came up'

  "Jongdae?" he hears Sehun's raspy voice. It somehow sends shivers down his spine. "What are you doing? Go back to sleep."

  Jongdae nods, putting down his phone and getting back into bed with the older. "Good night, hyung."

  Sehun leans down and kisses him briefly before pulling away. "Good night, kitten. I love you."

  "Wait--Hyung," Jongdae squeezes lightly on his arm, and Sehun keeps his eyes open just a little bit; and fuck, if only Jongdae wasn't so beautiful.

  "Hm?" He hums softly.

  "What are we? I mean, we're just suddenly doing this without any sudden warning--I mean, it's my fault for jumping on to you.. I mean, why are we doing this?"

  Sehun's heart drops. His pills are losing their effect.

  Sehun purses his lips and gives Jongdae a tight-lipped smile. "I'm trying to protect you," he tells him. "I know...about everything you've been facing recently, and I accidentally saw the texts on your phone.

  "I made up my mind. I want to protect you. I genuinely do love you, though...even if, you don't feel the same. The things you did—it was a...simulation, I guess you can call it. So your stalker sees it, and he'll back off. Hopefully." Now, he doesn't even care if it makes sense.

  It hurts, when Jongdae asked that. Not just because his pills were losing effect, but because he knew—Jongdae would never feel the same towards him if it weren't for them.

  "Let's just...go to sleep now," he mutters, before flipping onto the other side, letting go of Jongdae, his back facing the younger.

  Simulation? Jongdae wonders if that is even any excuse--or a reason? Was that why Jongdae had been feeling odd this whole day--? He doesn't know whether to scold his boss or not, but... he had good intentions, right?

  Jongdae purses his lips, curling his hands into a fist as he eyes Sehun from his side perspective. "W-Wait, Sehun--I..." Jongdae looks for the right words. "Tha-Thanks.."