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"What do you think, hyung?"
Junmyeon can't help but laugh at their precious maknae. Oh, the sweetest, loving Oh Sehun, how Junmyeon wishes he doesn't have to go.
"You're good, you're good." Junmyeon answers with a smile on his face. Sehun isn't sure if his hyung is really being honest or just being inattentive and lazy. "Besides, you're going to take that off later."
Sehun grimaces at his own reflection in the mirror. "What do you mean take it off? It's not like I can put it back whenever I like." He asks as he continues to comb his hair frustratingly.
"Time flies so fast, Sehunnie. Don't worry about it."
Surely time flies so fast. Yesterday, Sehun just saw himself playing with his hyungs, singing in front of his fans, but now, he has to protect his homeland. A surely very different thing compared to what he used to do for the past 29 years of his life.
"But hyung,"
"Are you ready?" Junmyeon almost ignores him.
Sehun sighs and retracts himself from the vanity and sits beside Junmyeon who's at the edge of the bed and just finished putting on his shoes. "To our date, yes."
Junmyeon holds both of Sehun's hands in between his smaller ones. The younger sure does have plenty of big parts attached to his body. "It'll be alright, baby."
The assurance makes Sehun close his eyes and lean his forehead on Junmyeon's shoulder. "It will?"
"Of course." Junmyeon confidently answers.
Between the two of them, Junmyeon is the most rational one. And he may look weak outside, but all the members will agree that he is also the strongest among them. Maybe not physically, but emotionally and intellectually. Even Chanyeol will not argue about that.
"Hyung, I'm just scared, you know."
The older takes his right hand off of Sehun's and places it at the latter's black hair that he has been styling since earlier, giving it gentle strokes he knows Sehun loves.
"You did it 15 years ago. When we got locked up in the training room for years, eating nothing but tteokbokki over and over," Junmyeon laughs and stops for a while as he reminisces about the past— their past, "we almost had no sleep because we had to practice every day and make everything perfect so that we could debut. We gave it our all when we had nothing at all and look at you now, you've grown to be such a beautiful talented fine chick that everyone loves and adores."
Sehun playfully hits him in the chest. "Aish, I'm a grown man now."
"Oh, so a chicken then, a cock maybe?"
"Hyung!" Sehun whines which makes Junmyeon roll a tear down his cheek for laughing too hard. "Oh, baby. You sure are big."
Sehun raises his head and looks at the older man, setting aside the sly innuendos Junmyeon just made. "But it's going to be different now."
Junmyeon looks at him as he pushes Sehun's hair away from his forehead. "Hmm? Tell me about it."
"I had you back then, hyung." Sehun says, voice almost cracking. When he first entered the agency many years ago, he didn't expect that he would achieve whatever it is that he is getting right now. The fame, the money, the recognition, and even the love of his life. Back then, he just wanted to perform, to show the people of South Korea what he got. But having people all around the globe love him now, he can say that all the sweat and pain and efforts and all the sleepless nights and empty stomach are all worth it now. Not that he thinks it should be normalized. He'll deal with that the other day. But for now, there is one thing he knows that makes it different from what he is going to do a few days later. "I endured everything because I had you back then, hyung."
Warm palms envelop the younger's cheeks. It's soft, it's endearing, it feels safe. Sehun doesn't want to let go. "You still have me, Sehunnie. You'll have me anytime. I won't go anywhere."
Sehun heaves a heavy sigh. He's genuinely afraid. He may be a big guy, a tough-looking one for most people, but he's fragile. He's vulnerable. And he's madly in love that he cannot let go. People really cannot blame him for that.
"Can I not, I don't know, join them?" He knows he's almost pleading. But it doesn't hurt to try.
"But you have to." Junmyeon worriedly replies. Honestly, they both know he has no say in it. "We all did it."
"I know, I know it, hyung." Sehun stands and faces the mirror again where Junmyeon quickly follows him and fondly gives him a back hug.
"I feel so bad for some people because they aren't able to see what I am currently seeing now." Junmyeon jokingly says. They are both facing the mirror and Sehun can actually say the same, to be honest. His Junmyeon is the most beautiful, and more than being sad for some people, he's glad that the older is exclusively his. Bunnyzens can curse him all they want.
"My Sehunnie is so handsome."
"Your Sehunnie already knows that."
Junmyeon smiles and pokes his boyfriend's cheek using his pointing finger. "I wonder what he would look like when he's bald?"
Sehun pretends to think. "Hmm, I bet he's going to be the most beautiful bald you'll ever see in your life."
The smile on Junmyeon's face grows very wide as he gives Sehun a kiss on the back of his shoulder. "That's the spirit."
They stare at each other in the mirror for a while, admiring each part of them that their eyes can see at the moment. They aren't saying anything but the look in their eyes speaks for themselves. It makes Sehun feel warm. Maybe his Junmyeon is right. With all the things he had been through all those years, what he can't do in a mere two years, right?
They smile at each other before Junmyeon speaks again. "So? Let's go?"
Sehun displays his crescent eyes. "Off to the barber, we go." He proudly says.