Obsession (SeChen)

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Something clicks in Baekhyun's head. "Unless...he grows up again. If he grows up again, we can prevent that from happening."

  "Whether his mind order falls apart, whether he doesn't grow up again, I'd still love him. I'll take care of him. I'll be there every step he takes, even if it's just baby steps. I swear to god I will." Sehun clenches his fists at the thought of him leaving Jongdae; his kitten, his baby, the love of his life.

  "Okay, then. Whatever is up to you, I guess," Baekhyun shrugs. "If you ever need a babysitter though, you can call me. Or...Luhan."

  "Yeah, yeah, because you two need a lesson on parenting skills. If you're done, get out and go to your baby or something," Sehun rolls his eyes, unwilling to hear more lessons on how to take care of his baby. His baby is his to take care of anyways.

  "You're rude."

  "Thanks."

Jongdae seems to like sleeping more nowadays, but Baekhyun had briefly informed him earlier that the changes going on in the mind tends to tire the body out so it could only be normal. The wreck of plushies and stuff toys around Jongdae has him looking younger than he should be, and Sehun can't help but smile.

  He lies down on the floor next to Jongdae and caresses his baby's face, before leaning in to kiss Jongdae's forehead. Jongdae stirs slightly in response but he seems to notice the other's warmth even in his sleep as he snuggles closer.

  "Hyung," he whispers in his sleep.

  Even if your mind falls apart,Sehun thinks, I'll still be there for you.

  His phone rings in his pocket. He picks it up and sees several texts from Baekhyun.

'i conducted an experiment'
'so when the mind order collapses, it can be remade, redone'
'but it will be remade into the age of which the person is acting'
'since dae is 5, his 21-year old mind will fall apart'
'and remake itself as a 5-year old mind'
'then he'll have to grow up from being 5 years old again'
'but he wont remember anything'

  Sehun feels a burden being lifted off his shoulder. He turns back to the younger in his lap and runs his fingers through the soft locks.

  "Kitten, Hyung loves you. Even if your mind falls apart and you forget everything, even me. I'll love you. I promise I will," he mutters softly, careful not to wake the smaller.

Arms wrap around his waist out of nowhere all of a sudden; Jongdae is surprised, but not too shocked, knowing fully who it is. He leans his back against Sehun's chest, smiling softly.

  "Good morning, Kitten," Sehun whispers softly, his nose buried in Jongdae's hair.

  "Hyung, wash me up. It's hard as fuck for me to move around..."

  "Hn, okay, then," Sehun hums as he picks Jongdae up and carries him to the tub, placing him down slowly and gently. He turns on the warm water and adds in the bubble solution, which forms bubbles not long after.

  Sehun gets in, and shifts for a bit so Jongdae would be sitting in his lap with his back pressing against the taller's chest. Jongdae hums contentedly as Sehun starts stroking his hair.

  Jongdae slips into his subspace at the action, smiling softly. "Thank you, Hyung."

  Sehun hums and smiles, burying his nose in Jongdae's hair. The atmosphere is calm and peaceful as the couple indulge in their moment together. "We should get married soon, then," Sehun adds, a sheepish grin on his face as his kitten blushes.

  "Get married with hyung?" Jongdae beams, turning to Sehun. "Can we? Can we? I want to become Hyung's wife! We have to invite Minseok hyung, Chanyeol hyung and---" Jongdae pauses and Sehun's breath momentarily hitches.

  "And..?" Sehun repeats after Jongdae.

  Jongdae appears to be visibly confused. "Hm. I don't know where those names come from, hyung," he pouts slightly, drawing circles over the bubble foam.

  Sehun, on the other hand, is experiencing a mental breakdown. If Jongdae recollects his memories—If Jongdae did, and he left him—oh god, he wouldn't know what to do.

  "Hyung?" Jongdae calls out, and he breaks out of his trance-like state. "Why is hyung crying?"

  Sehun hadn't realized he was crying, not to mention having a panic attack as thoughts of his baby; his kitten; leaving him clouds his mind. The worried look on Jongdae's face makes it even worse.

  Sehun purses his lips tight, looks away before he splashes his face with the water, managing out a low grunt. "N-Nothing, Hyung's just... Bubble got into my eyes."

  Jongdae cooes sweetly, turning towards the taller. "Hyung's eyes hurt? Let Dae wash it off!" He smiles brightly, and something aches within Sehun seeing that he had to manipulate and get rid of so, so many things just to have that smile. Sehun had sacrificed Jongdae's sensibility, just to have that smile for himself.

  "Hyung is crying again," Jongdae frowns, wiping away Sehun's tears before placing a chaste kiss on the older's lips. He wraps his arms around Sehun, hugging him tightly.

  Sehun's sobs become mute as he turns into a puddle within Jongdae's arms. Jongdae whispers comforting words in his ears, promises, vows, simple 'i love you's—but Sehun knows they're empty. His heart aches longingly, painfully.

  Sehun desperately wishes for time to stop, he wants it all to pause while everything still feels real for him, though Jongdae's want and need for him is drug-induced, and unreal, and temporary (And Sehun knows this despite Baekhyun having told him it's permanent.)

  Water splashes gently around them. Sehun wraps his arms around Jongdae's frame just as tightly. For a fleeting moment, Sehun considers putting the pieces of maturity back fixed into Jongdae--Keyword; Fleeting. Sehun doesn't think he'll ever end up letting Jongdae go.

  Just then, Sehun's world seems to crumble as the boy wriggles out of his arms and pushes away, backing away from him.

  "W-Where am I? What—What are you doing with me?"

  Sehun blinks. This can't be real. It's too soon. This can't be real, this can't be real. Sehun reaches his hand out towards Jongdae but Jongdae only backs away further, a fearful expression on his face.

  "I--Aren't you, Mr. Oh? Why?" Jongdae covers his bare body up immediately when he realizes he's butt naked, and shit, the fuck, is that soreness in his ass?

  "Ki--Jongdae, it's--"

  "What the fuck did you do to me?" Jongdae's voice is low, and almost harsh-sounding.

  A part of Sehun wants to reach out to him again, but he knows Jongdae wouldn't accept it. He tries to find the right words to say, but nothing seems to come out of his mouth.

  He tries explaining, but before he could, Jongdae's running out the door. His body feels weak, limp, unable to chase after him. His throat and lungs hurt greatly, not to mention his heart, when a loud slam of the front door is heard. "J-Jongdae—"

  Voices haunt and plague Sehun's mind—they're back again, he cries. He covers his ears, trying to block them out, but to no avail as they continue ringing in his ear.

  'You lost him again.'

  'Everyone will leave you.'

  'Why would anyone want to be with you, after all?'

  Sehun screams, cries, anything, just to block out the voices, but it doesn't work; nothing works.

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BAD ENDING.

The good ending will be published soon :3