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kokoronashimeant for
fandom exo
pairing xiuhun
style drabble
length 592
“Fuck, it's snowing.”
Sehun didn't state that to his flatmate. He wasn't even sure his flatmate was listening or even awake, curled in a plain dark blue duvet, escaping whatever little sun entered their flat as he curled on the floor of their shared studio flat.
Sehun stated that because fuck, it was snowing, and some moments deserved to be adorned b that expletive and said aloud.
He didn't like snow. He didn't like snow especially today, of all days.
14 Feb. 2014, his phone read.
It was today, of all days, that Sehun couldn't afford to be late. He had been preparing for this all week and was wearing his only piece of suit, nicely ironed, and had spent gratuitous amount of time picking which of his four ties and his flatmate's two should he wear. He had made sure his smart black shoes gleaned, freshly polished.
Every bit of him had to be perfect for his interview with The Korea Herald and every bit of him was except for his luck with the weather.
–-- we apologise for the delay
“Well you apology's not going do me jackshit, would it,” Sehun muttered under his breath. Not that the voice over the speaker was in any way sincere: it was an apology that had to be said, not meant to be said.
No one was truly listening to it anyway, just like no one was truly listening to Sehun. On the cold platform of the delayed train, people were impatient, eyes fixed to their smart phones to complain to friends or families to vent out their annoyance – or alternatively, playing Candy Crush Saga for the exact same reasons.
At least, no one should be listening to Sehun.
“Job interview?”
The words were meant for him.
They were said in quiet and unfamiliar voice, but each syllable of the words were meant for him and him alone.
He turned slowly to face another man, white skinned and round faced and a sympathetic smile.
It took Sehun a while longer to notice what he should have earlier: the man was wearing the uniform of the station staff. The tag on him said 'Kim Minseok, station master'. Station master, Sehun repeated the word silently in his head.
“Sorry,” he said, not because he was sorry he was upset about the delays, but he felt like he had to say it anyway, if only to dedicate a word to Minseok.
“What for?” Minseok asked. “It's understandable you're annoyed. You look perfect today.”
“My luck in weather is not,” Sehun replied, although he wasn't quiet sure.
Minseok's smile remained, small and sincere and everything:
“Sorry for the inconvenience,” he said.
And this time, Sehun believed it. This was an apology that was meant to be said and an apology meant for him.
“Fuck, it's snowing.”
Sehun said this for Minseok. Minseok's flat wasn't far from the station he worked at and it was that little bit bigger than Sehun's, with a proper bedroom and a queen-sized bed and all of that.
Minseok chuckled.
And Sehun wondered if the day deserved the expletive today.
He didn't have to leave today. Didn't want to. It was cold outside but he was warm in Minseok's bed. And there was something pretty about it: like it was just him and Minseok with their hair in a mess and their clothes loose fitting and crumpled on them.
14 Feb. 2015, the bedside clock read.
This entire moment was made for them.
fandom exo
pairing xiuhun
style drabble
length 592
“Fuck, it's snowing.”
Sehun didn't state that to his flatmate. He wasn't even sure his flatmate was listening or even awake, curled in a plain dark blue duvet, escaping whatever little sun entered their flat as he curled on the floor of their shared studio flat.
Sehun stated that because fuck, it was snowing, and some moments deserved to be adorned b that expletive and said aloud.
He didn't like snow. He didn't like snow especially today, of all days.
14 Feb. 2014, his phone read.
It was today, of all days, that Sehun couldn't afford to be late. He had been preparing for this all week and was wearing his only piece of suit, nicely ironed, and had spent gratuitous amount of time picking which of his four ties and his flatmate's two should he wear. He had made sure his smart black shoes gleaned, freshly polished.
Every bit of him had to be perfect for his interview with The Korea Herald and every bit of him was except for his luck with the weather.
–-- we apologise for the delay
“Well you apology's not going do me jackshit, would it,” Sehun muttered under his breath. Not that the voice over the speaker was in any way sincere: it was an apology that had to be said, not meant to be said.
No one was truly listening to it anyway, just like no one was truly listening to Sehun. On the cold platform of the delayed train, people were impatient, eyes fixed to their smart phones to complain to friends or families to vent out their annoyance – or alternatively, playing Candy Crush Saga for the exact same reasons.
At least, no one should be listening to Sehun.
“Job interview?”
The words were meant for him.
They were said in quiet and unfamiliar voice, but each syllable of the words were meant for him and him alone.
He turned slowly to face another man, white skinned and round faced and a sympathetic smile.
It took Sehun a while longer to notice what he should have earlier: the man was wearing the uniform of the station staff. The tag on him said 'Kim Minseok, station master'. Station master, Sehun repeated the word silently in his head.
“Sorry,” he said, not because he was sorry he was upset about the delays, but he felt like he had to say it anyway, if only to dedicate a word to Minseok.
“What for?” Minseok asked. “It's understandable you're annoyed. You look perfect today.”
“My luck in weather is not,” Sehun replied, although he wasn't quiet sure.
Minseok's smile remained, small and sincere and everything:
“Sorry for the inconvenience,” he said.
And this time, Sehun believed it. This was an apology that was meant to be said and an apology meant for him.
“Fuck, it's snowing.”
Sehun said this for Minseok. Minseok's flat wasn't far from the station he worked at and it was that little bit bigger than Sehun's, with a proper bedroom and a queen-sized bed and all of that.
Minseok chuckled.
And Sehun wondered if the day deserved the expletive today.
He didn't have to leave today. Didn't want to. It was cold outside but he was warm in Minseok's bed. And there was something pretty about it: like it was just him and Minseok with their hair in a mess and their clothes loose fitting and crumpled on them.
14 Feb. 2015, the bedside clock read.
This entire moment was made for them.
