notorious

The adrenaline racing through his veins has him on edge, has him feeling numb to it all but the stumble from Hyungwon’s shove sets him off. As much as he desperately wishes to hate his ex-boyfriend for all the shit he’s put him through, he can’t and each punch he aims and lands on Hyungwon’s face causes him pain more than satisfaction. He feels worse with each connect of his knuckles to the younger male’s skin, but his anger takes precedence over the flicker of worry and regret. Hyungwon’s constant provoking doesn’t help and the words fuel the fire Hyungwon started months ago, when he just up and left with virtually no explanation for the breakup. Sehun feels his heart seizing painfully at the sight of blood decorating Hyungwon’s skin and his own pale fists. It’s a gruesome combination from both of them, his knuckles split and undoubtedly bruised underneath the coppery smear but he doesn’t stop until he stumbles a second time, this time from the other male grabbing onto him for balance. His arms fall by his side tiredly, feet stepping forward to keep himself from falling over at the imbalance of weight hanging from his shirt.

Still though, he can’t just drop everything and give in now, not after all the verbal and physical blows. His own insecurities are eating at him from the inside out and the frenetic energy bubbling beneath his skin from the buildup of everything he’s tried to smother is itching for release. So he releases it in the only way he can think of – he balls up his fist and throws a punch. The impact is painful, the sting of his skin splitting and the jarring reverberation of energy drawing a hiss out of him in response as he pulled his hand back. Hyungwon hadn’t bothered to try and avoid the blow, and it frustrated him that the younger male refused to fight back. His goading words only further fueled his irritation and Sehun narrowed his eyes, nearly glaring at the boy as Hyungwon challenged him to hit him again. “Stop being such a little bitch and fight back.” He snapped, fingers curling into a fist at his side. “Though I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you can’t. You gave up on us, of course you’d give up here too.”

“Perhaps,” he murmured agreeably, eyes greedily taking in the way Jongin’s eyes fluttered shut and relishing in the groan that he managed to draw out of him with the pressure of his palm. “But you still like me regardless,” His voice was no louder than a teasing whisper as he leaned in closer, chair scooting towards Jongin until there was no more space to invade and his lips grazed over the shell of his ear. Sehun’s grin never faltered, curling into something closer to a smirk when Jongin’s breath caught in his throat and he only pressed harder in response, squeezing and stroking him through the denim. It was easy to see how quickly his actions were riling Jongin up, the flustered way he shook his head and the addition of teeth to their lazy kisses exposing his rising excitement.

Jongin drawled at him, stumbled over a comeback and didn’t manage to finish when Sehun silence the protest with another kiss. He couldn’t help but laugh when Jongin groaned and exhaled sharply at him. The abruptness and break in the silence around them when Jongin slammed his books closed startled him and Sehun pulled back just enough to watch him, amusement and desire swirling in his eyes as he observed him while Jongin chucked everything back into his bag without care. It had a grin tugging at his lips again, mirroring the smile on the other male’s lips when he chided him grumpily. It was cute, really and anything but discouraging – if anything, the sudden eagerness only added to Sehun’s impatience and had his fingers itching to yank at his jeans and press into Jongin’s bare skin. “And? I don’t recall there being a rule that says no fucking at three in the afternoon.” He countered playfully, eyebrows quirking in mild surprise at Jongin’s suggestions.

His racing thoughts were interrupted with a harsh yank to his arm and it had him slowing until his legs reached a complete stop. It didn’t seem like the best idea to rest now, not when he could still see the mist trailing behind them and lingering now that they’d stopped. It didn’t look like it was coming any closer, but Sehun didn’t let his guard down, eyed it closely while he waited for Jieun to catch her breath. Aside from Taemin and Seulgi, Sehun didn’t spend a whole lot of time around witches; spent much of his time with other familiars so he wasn’t used to someone with less endurance. He felt kind of bad as he watched her gasp for air, working to fill her lungs.

“Honestly, I don’t know… I just. Whatever that thing is, it can hurt us and I wanted to put as much distance between us and it as I could.” He admitted, eyes still trained intensely on the lingering mist. “For now anyways,” he countered warily. “Doesn’t mean we’re safe just sitting here.” She didn’t seem to find the mist as intimidating or as dangerous as he did, and it was concerning. The last thing he wanted was for her to drop her guard, think they were safe and have it take advantage of their vulnerability by attacking.

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Taemin grumbled at him, words making absolutely no sense but it still had Sehun chuckling in amusement regardless. This was what made the difficulty of being Taemin’s friend worth it, these moments of immaturity and playfulness. It was a side of Taemin that not everyone got to see and it pleased Sehun to be one of the few that did. “Oh come on TaeTae, don’t be like that.” He drawled playfully, more to incite petulance than anything else because Taemin’s reactions to his teasing were amusing. He snorted when the other male stuck his tongue out at him, not bothering to answer with actual words and it had him laughing again. “You’re such a brat.” Sehun huffed out, words filled with fondness. It didn’t take long for the playful atmosphere to dim, shifting into something tense and fearful when the creature appeared and launched itself at them.

Taemin scrambled to get up and Sehun did his best to guide him in the dark, skin sore beneath the vicelike grip Taemin had on his wrist as they ran in what Sehun hoped was the right direction. He hadn’t paid all that close of attention to every single turn when they had wandered deeper into the maze, but something in him just told him they were going the right way. Intuition, instinct or whatever it was – it was screaming at him to get out, provided him with a vague map to get them out as quickly as possible. Right, left, left, straight – Taemin snapping at him made it hard to concentrate and he simply shoved him along faster, ignored his comment about the possibility of there being more of them around. The thought of it did absolutely nothing to calm his already shaken nerves and Sehun decided that if he managed to get them out safely, he was going to strangle Taemin for having the worst ideas.

The jealousy that pumped through his veins made him nauseous, his stomach churning uncomfortably and jaw clenching so hard Sehun was surprised he didn’t chip a tooth. He closed his eyes, steadied his breath as he exhaled through his nose and tried to clear his mind. It didn’t do much good, the unwanted visions of Hyungwon with someone else shifting into something much more familiar and replaying the memories of them together. They had been happy once, so at ease with each other and attuned to one another; used to fall into bed with laughter on their lips and pure adoration in their eyes. There had been an effortlessness to their relationship before everything went sour, had Sehun feeling whole and like he could take on the world with Hyungwon beside him. Now, all he felt was a cold emptiness and a desperate craving for the warmth the other familiar used to provide, both physically and emotionally.

His eyes followed the movement of Hyungwon’s hand, narrowed at the sight of his skin tinged pink from where his knuckles had met Sehun’s face. There was a time when Sehun would’ve fretted over an injury like that, despite how minor it was; was a time when he would’ve worried and done his best to tend to the scuffed up hand like the good boyfriend he had once been. Now however, he could only scoff at him derisively. “How pathetic, can’t even handle a couple bruised knuckles,” he commented uninterestedly, voice completely uncaring and hard. He wasn’t about to let Hyungwon see just how much his words had hurt, how deeply they had cut. “You’re still just as weak as ever, I see.” Sehun tilted his head, fists clenched by his side as he watched Hyungwon’s expression, searched in vain within the vacantness for something he already knew he’d probably never see again. “People actually sleep with you willingly? You’re really nothing special in bed, I can’t imagine any of them ever come back for more.” It wasn’t the strongest blow he could’ve given, but at least it was something; the best he could come up with really, when all his focus was on swallowing down the hurt and trying to appear unaffected.