Sebaek One-shots

Casablanca (SMUT) hehe

A/N: Sorry for the wait and I hope this was worth it this took me forever to write anyway onto the chapter and prepare your holy water yall ;)
no one asked for this sksksksks  lol have fun
Well, at least the ones who like this kind of thing...
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They're running, they've been running, for what must be nearing an hour now, and though their feet are covered in scars, though their lungs burn and they gasp with thirst, they don't dare stop.

It's a shame, really, that it's only children who run with a feeling of joy. When an adult runs, it's with purpose; it's for exercise, it's to something, or from something. Gone are the days when a person would run to the end of the street just to prove they can, just to see how fast their feet can carry them.

When Sehun runs, Baekhyun thinks he's beautiful.

The boy's glossy chestnut hair bounces with every step, flying wildly around his face when he turns back to look at Baekhyun, his smile bigger and brighter than the universe. He's breathless, of course, he's breathless, with exertion and maybe something else, too, a reaction to the sight of Baekhyun, following him to the ends of the earth.

Sehun thinks Baekhyun is beautiful, too.

Baekhyun thinks he can't possibly breathe anymore, thinks he'll surely collapse, but laughter is bubbling in his chest and his feet just keep going, keep following Sehun, so perhaps he'll be okay.

Spray paint cans clatter in the pockets of their jackets, the soles of their trainers slap against the cement road, and their laughter bounces off the buildings either side of them, echoing up to the stars. Love like theirs is made to live beneath the night sky, Baekhyun thinks, and though he doesn't say it aloud, Sehun agrees.

They aren't running to anything, or from anything. They have, in the past, and no doubt they will again, but tonight, they just run. Sehun runs because he's happy, because he's young and in love, and Baekhyun runs because he's following Sehun and because he's all of those things, too.

The only thing they can do is run. The only thing they can do is love each other.

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They have no shortage of ways to communicate; with words, without words, with the gentlest touches, with a flicker of the eyes or a quirk of the lips. One such way that they never acknowledge, for fear of spoiling the magic, is through their art.

Sehun likes to creep out of their apartment when Baekhyun is working through the long, desolate hours of the night, finding a spot along the elder's route home where he can replicate his lover's tag, the bubble-gum letters forming the word 'LUV'. He always paints using the red of Baekhyun's hair and the soft, aching pink of the elder's lips, and he always frames it with a border of white roses, visualising his absolute adoration for the name within the painting.

When Baekhyun sees them, his back aching from his long shift and his tired eyes heavy and dry, he has to pull his scarf higher around his face to hide the beaming smile threatening to split his face in two.

Baekhyun likes to return the favour, waiting until Sehun is fast asleep before slipping out of the house and hurrying to the high street where the boy works, painting Sehun's iconic black bunny on store shutters where he knows the younger will see them. He likes to paint Sehun's bunny in different poses; sometimes leaping, as though trying to escape from the wall, sometimes sitting pretty, as though awaiting the arrival of its master. Baekhyun frames Sehun's bunny with roses, too, blood red like the colour of Sehun's fingertips when he's cold, or the tips of his ears when he's flustered.