Pairing: Sehun/Luhan (Sehun/Exo-K)
Summary: In which Exo-K fights to be Sehun's first kiss and Luhan is oblivious as fuck.
first kisses and all that jazz
When the rest of Exo-K first learns that Sehun has not had his first kiss yet (how dare he not tell us himself, we had to find out from some sticky-note? screams Chanyeol), they all sit with their mouths wide open in front of Joonmyun's laptop.
"The fuck," comments Jongin. "But he's cute. And he's always had loads of girls after him during high school."
"We're not all like you, Jongin," Joonmyun replies. "He's only 19. Some people are innocent."
"Exactly, he's 19. By the time I was 16, I've already–"
"Jongin, please!" Joonmyun stops him with a wave of his hands when he catches Kyungsoo's eyes increase in size with fear (disgust). "Please spare us stories about your sexual escapades, thank you."
The dancer shuts up, but pipes up again a few minutes later with a mischievous smile on his face. Joonmyun groans inwardly because he knows this face all too well.
"Guys, let's have a bet to see who can be Sehun's first kiss. Winner gets to ask each member to do whatever he wants for a week."
Chanyeol nods in agreement. "You know, that's not a half-bad idea, Jongin. Seems like fun."
"Count me in," adds Baekhyun, who pretty much agrees with everything that Chanyeol says.
Kyungsoo looks at Joonmyun nervously for support, but to his dismay and surprise, the leader seems to be actually contemplating the idea as well.
"Alright, I'm in," says Joonmyun. But, only because of the prize that I'll get when I win. I still think the bet itself is extremely inappropriate. Poor Sehun. And if anyone asks, I did not approve of this, just throwing that out there."
But in the end, they all high-five each other at the brilliant idea Jongin has come up with while Kyungsoo's eyes remain the size of soccer balls, having no choice but to join in on the bet as well.
Jongin, being the egotistical person that he is, announces to everyone one day when Sehun's not around that he will most definitely be the winner of this bet, earning eye rolls from everyone. Standing at almost six feet, with dark skin, toned muscles and full pouty lips as his main feature, Jongin was more than confident that he would be Sehun's first kiss because how can anyone reject this pretty face.
Jongin stays after dance practice one night, making up some excuse of wanting to perfect some moves with Sehun (we are the two main dancers after all) and corners the younger boy against the mirror.
"Hy-hyung, what are you doing?" Sehun stutters in fright because Jongin's face is a little too close to his for comfort.
"Sehun-ah, is it true you've never kissed anyone before?"
"It's okay. Let hyung show you how it's done. Kissing is fun," Jongin says before further invading Sehun's personal space even more.
"Ew, gross, hyung," whines Sehun as he turns his head so Jongin's lips land on his cheek instead. Sehun practically claws at his own face to wipe the patch of skin that Jongin's lips had just harassed.
Jongin feigns shock.
"How dare you, Oh Sehun? You know how many girls and guys are lined up to kiss me?"
Sehun cracks up (he doesn't think Jongin's being serious, but it's Jongin and of course he's serious) and swats his hand away when Jongin tilts his chin up for a second attempt.
"Then go kiss one of them. Now leave me alone, hyung. I have to get these moves down."
Sehun shoves Jongin out of the room and locks the door.
Jongin stands on the other side with his brows furrowed and stalks away, muttering something about that bastard, how dare he reject Kim Jongin.
"You're too aggressive," says Kyungsoo as he watches Jongin dramatically groan into his pillow, rolling around on his bed, whining about how he's never been rejected before and now he can never show his face around the company ever again because he had finally been rejected, by their fucking maknae of all people.
"It's always worked on everyone else. How can it not work on Sehun? I'm going to try again."
Now it's Kyungsoo's turn to groan. "Jongin, Sehun's not a piece of meat, you know. Your usual tactics won't work on him. He's a wine-and-dine type of guy, which is why I'm going to win this bet."
"I'd like to see you try," Jongin smirks from his bed.
Kyungsoo throws a pillow directly at Jongin's face to shut him up.
Sehun comes home one night to a dinner table full of his favorite dishes – soondubu jjigae, bulgogi and oh my god, aren't those the pork mandus that he loves so much.
"Sehun-ah!" Kyungsoo says with a flourish as he emerges from the kitchen with two bowls of rice. "Are you hungry? Let's eat."
Sehun sits down at the table, a little scared and confused as ever because where why is he the only one at the dinner table, but he's too hungry to care so he digs into his meal without a word.
"Hyung, thanks for dinner," beams Sehun after he's eaten to his complete satisfaction and gives Kyungsoo a shy smile. "You're the best."
"You're welcome, Sehun-ah," replies Kyungsoo as he scoots his chair over and ruffles Sehun's hair.
Kyungsoo takes in Sehun's delicate features – crescent eyes, round nose and really nice lips (Kyungsoo-ah, you're not going to do it, you're just too nice, Jongin's words ring through his head) and dammit, Jongin's right because Kyungsoo is positively shaking at this point and there's no possible way he can go through with this. And he doesn't even bother trying. So instead, he pats Sehun on the back and brings out a tub of ice cream for dessert.
"Sehun, my favorite maknae in the entire world!" exclaims Chanyeol as he bursts into Sehun's room one night with a toothy grin when he knows Joonmyun is staying late at the company for extra singing practice.
"I'm your only maknae," Sehun deadpans.
Chanyeol ignores Sehun's comment and pulls out a bottle of soju from underneath his hoodie.
"What is that?"
"This, my little maknae who has finally turned 19 and is now a real man, is alcohol. Want to celebrate your birthday the real way?"
"Hyung, I don't think this is a good idea," Sehun replies nervously.
"Nonsense. Are you a man or not?"
Now, what could Sehun really say to that (of course I'm a man) so he obligingly takes a shot glass from Chanyeol and downs the drink. The liquid burns his throat, but he is a man, alright, so he accepts another one and another one and yet another one.
An hour later, Sehun's drunk as shit to say the least and Chanyeol takes this time to pounce. He edges closer to Sehun on the bed and threads his fingers through his hair.
"Sehun-ah, you're the cutest maknae ever," Chanyeol coos.
"Thanks hyung," Sehun slurs back, managing a weak smile in return.
Suddenly, the room feels extremely suffocating, his stomach is churning and why is everything spinning. Chaneyol moves his face closer and Sehun can smell the alcohol on his breath and oh god–
Sehun pushes Chanyeol away and runs into the bathroom and makes best friend with the toilet for the rest of the night. Chanyeol curses himself for his plan backfiring, but there's no way in hell he's going to kiss Sehun now, not after he's been puking his guts out and fuck it, one of the other members can win the bet. He doesn't want to kiss Sehun that bad anyway (unlike Jongin).
Joonmyun screams at Chanyeol the next morning when Sehun is too hungover (still drunk) to make it to dance practice.
"You got him drunk? On a Tuesday night? Why would you do that?"
"Heh, hyung. Well, you see. I was just trying to win the bet so–"
"So you tried to get him drunk so you could take advantage of him?" asks Joonmyun exasperatedly as he ushers the rest of the group to practice. "That's rape."
Later, Joonmyun gets an earful from their manager for not "leading" the team well enough (where the hell is Sehun? Now the choreographer can't do formation correctly because we're missing one of the main dancers). Chanyeol grins sheepishly from behind Baekhyun and Joonmyun shoots the rapper an accusing glance and mouths you're so dead in his direction.
One evening, Baekhyun steps out of the shower and pulls a rather unsuspecting Sehun, who had just been walking innocently towards his room, into the bathroom.
"Sehun-ah, let's practice another CF. How about for chapstick?" Baekhyun suggests with a smile that he's perfected from months of CF practicing.
"Sure, hyung," Sehun laughs.
Baekhyun reaches for his chapstick sitting on the edge of the sink and proceeds to run it along his lips in the most seductive manner possible while making some more seductive faces into the mirror.
"Etude House. A different flavor for a different kiss," Baekhyun grins cheesily and Sehun doubles over in laughter.
"You're so embarrassing, hyung."
"Your turn," Baekhyun turns to Sehun and offers him the chapstick.
Sehun wrinkles his nose. "Yuck, I don't like cherry flavor."
"It's not that bad," assures Baekhyun as he puts the chapstick into Sehun's hands.
"No, cherry is gross, okay?"
Baekhyun sighs impatiently. Time for Plan B. He pushes Sehun lightly against the door and when his lips are just a few centimeters away from Sehun's, he coos, "come on Sehun, just taste it, it's not that bad."
"Hyung," Sehun gasps in terror. "What are you doing?"
"Just showing you that cherry chapstick isn't all that bad," Baekhyun grins.
"Yuck yuck yuck," Sehun squirms. "Get away. This is sexual harassment, I'm telling Joonmyun-hyung!"
Sehun yanks open the door and runs into his room, scarred for life and pretty much on the verge of tears, into Joonmyun's arms, whining about how he doesn't feel comfortable in this dorm anymore because he's constantly being violated.
"Sehun-ah," Joonmyun purrs into Sehun's ear later that night as he slides into the younger one's bed and snakes an arm around his waist, drawing soothing patterns on Sehun's back.
Sehun leans into Joonmyun's touch because at this point, the leader is pretty much the only one who he feels safe with (the only one who hasn't tried anything with him yet).
"You know hyung is always here to protect you, right?" Joonmyun continues as he pushes Sehun's bangs out of his eyes.
"Of course, hyung. You're the best. Not like the other hyungs who always try to harass me."
Joonmyun smiles to himself (this is it Joonmyun, you're going to win the bet). The leader leans in and places a quick kiss on Sehun's forehead and then tilts his chin up so their lips could meet.
"Hyung, not you too!" Sehun cries and he shoots up from his bed so fast, he's dizzy. "I know what this is about. You guys are all trying to steal my first kiss, aren't you?"
Sehun looks on the verge of tears yet again and fuck, Joonmyun thinks, this is so not leader like and fuck Jongin and his stupid ideas. And of course, being Kim Joonmyun, the guardian of all of these boys, it's his job to make sure this doesn't continue on any longer so he mumbles sorry over and over again and tells Sehun to go to sleep.
"Shh, hyung was an idiot, just go to sleep, I'll always be here to protect you," whispers Joonmyun as he wraps the maknae up in his arms, silently cursing Jongin to hell and back for coming up with such a cruel bet.
On the eve of Exo-M's departure to China, Sehun turns extra clingy and attaches himself to Luhan without any sign of ever letting go. Luhan's sitting on his bed playing with his rubik's cube, trying to beat his own record while Sehun lies on his lap rambling on and on about something that Luhan's not really paying attention to.
"Can you believe them, hyung? For two weeks, they've all been trying to kiss me!"
"Oh, really?" Luhan replies absent-mindedly as his fingers glide over the colored cubes.
"Just so they can win some bet to see who can be my first kiss! I can't believe I have to be in a group with these sexual harassers," Sehun continues.
"Yeah, good luck with that."
Sehun pauses and pouts when he realizes Luhan isn't paying attention to a word he's saying.
"Hyung, did you hear anything I said?"
"Hmm yeah, of course."
"Hyung," Sehun says again and pries the rubik's cube out of Luhan's hands and throws it to the side.
Luhan opens his mouth to protest, but quickly shuts up when Sehun gives him a pointed look.
"Did you hear anything I just said?" Sehun asks again as he sits up and moves closer to Luhan.
"Yes, something about all the members making a bet to see who can be your first kiss."
"And–umm, good luck with that?"
Sehun pouts some more and crawls onto Luhan's lap.
"Hyung, is that all you have to say?" Sehun whines as he moves his face closer to Luhan's.
Luhan's breath hitches because Sehun is on his fucking lap, pouting those gorgeous pink lips of his.
"I don't want any of them to be my first kiss," Sehun continues and a tongue darts out to licks his own lips unconsciously.
"Uhh–umm, wh-who do you want your first kiss to be from then?" Luhan manages to breathe out.
Sehun just pouts again and licks his lips. "Hyung," he whines. "Why are you so oblivious to everything? I've been trying to get your attention for fucking ever."
Luhan gets it.
He closes the space between them and feels Sehun's soft lips on his own. He runs his tongue lightly against Sehun's bottom lip and the younger boy willingly parts his lips. Luhan feels Sehun's tongue dancing with his own and fuck, has this kid really never kissed anyone before? Sehun kisses Luhan harder and harder, practically squirming in Luhan's lap; eager, wanting moremoremore. Luhan kisses back just as eagerly, holding Sehun tightly in his arms, responding to every little touch. They pull apart after a few minutes, neither of them able to breathe and Luhan presses butterfly kisses all over Sehun's face.
"Jongin's right, Kissing is fun," Sehun says, looking at Luhan through bashful eyelashes.
Luhan laughs and pulls Sehun back into another kiss.
The next morning, Sehun stumbles into the kitchen where the others are already seated, still half asleep, but with a stupid smile plastered onto his face. He can still taste Luhan's soft lips from last night as he sticks his head into the fridge.
"Sehun-ah, I made you a glass of your favorite smoothie. Strawberries and bananas. Just the way you like it right?" Joonmyun chimes as he curves his lips into his signature million dollar smile that is way too blinding for Sehun to look at first thing in the morning.
Jongin, who is seated next to Joonmyun snickers at the leader's try-hard attempt.
"Sehun-ah, come sit by hyung. I made you some scrambled eggs," calls out Jongin.
Joonmyun tosses Jongin a "scrambled-eggs-how-dare-you" look and proceeds to kick him in the shins under the table. Jongin hisses in pain and the leader's face turns smug. Sehun pours himself a glass of milk and plops down at the table.
"What do you want to do today, Sehun-ah? Go shopping? Movies?" Baekhyun wastes no time in making his move either and sticks his tongue out at Joonmyun when the leader flashes him yet another deathly glare.
"Guys–" Sehun starts.
"I'll take you out for bubble tea," offers Chanyeol as he scoots his chair closer and drapes his arm around Sehun's neck.
Joonmyun is about to go cross-eyed, he's glaring so hard.
"How about," Kyungsoo interrupts. "I cook you a nice lunch?"
"Guys," Sehun groans, frustration clear in his voice.
Five pairs of eyes stare back at him.
"Yes?" Joonmyun asks sweetly, voice practically dripping with sugar, causing Jongin to gag on the sip of orange juice he had just taken.
"You don't have to keep up with these acts anymore. The bet is over. Someone has already won."
This time, Jongin really does choke on his orange juice.
"What? Who?" he splutters as he slams his orange juice down onto the table. "It was Joonmyun, wasn't it?" He shoots daggers in the leader's direction and if looks could kill, Joonmyun probably wouldn't be alive right now. "God dammit Joonmyun, I swear. If you took this kid's first kiss, I will kill you," he threatens the leader. "Kim Jongin never loses at bets like these." He crosses his arm and huffs.
Sehun talks a gulp of his milk and smiles. "No, it was Luhan," he says simply (dreamily).
"Luhan?!" all five voices shriek at the same time.
Kyungsoo's eyes grow into size of saucers and Baekhyun almost falls out of his chair. Chanyeol has to whack Jongin on the back to prevent the dancer from choking harder.
"The fuck," Chanyeol mutters a little bit too loud.
"Luhan? Luhan?" Jongin continues to scream. "Did I hear this right? Luhan? The skinny Chinese kid with those huge doe eyes that make him look like Bambi? He can't even speak Korean! How the fuck did he win?"
"Hyung," Sehun sighs. "He can speak Korean. Don't talk about him like that."
Jongin leans back into his chair with a scoff, completely at a loss for words for once in his life. The other members are too busy processing the situation to say anything as well.
"Well," Jongin finally says slowly. "How was it?"
"Jongin!" Kyungsoo cries in horror. "That's private, don't ask him that."
"What! I want to know."
Sehun blushes, but says nothing.
"Well, judging from that fucking hickey on his neck, I'd say it went pretty damn well," smirks Chanyeol as he jabs a finger into Sehun's neck and almost mauls his face in an attempt to show it to everyone else.
Sehun's cheeks are now colored in a hue so pink, it almost matches the strawberry and banana smoothie in front of him.
"Oh-oh my god. I can not believe that twelve year old kid was capable of doing that," Jongin stutters, about to faint right then and there.
"Stop it, he's not twelve. Stop hating just because you didn't win. You guys are annoying and sore losers. I'm going to go call Luhan-hyung," Sehun pouts as he reaches out for his smoothie.
Joonmyun promptly snatches it away.
"Don't think you'll be getting this smoothie," he says matter-of-factly, any leader-like characteristics gone straight out the window.
Sehun rolls his eyes and runs back into his room leaving behind the shrieks of I still can't fucking believe Luhan won (from Jongin) and we all fucking lost to some Chinese kid, how do you guys feel about that (from Chanyeol).
But as soon as Luhan's voice comes onto the other line, greeting Sehun-ah in that voice of his, Sehun knows he has made the right choice.