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#planet ramen🍜
mybiasisexo · 3 months
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Genre: idek | exopower!au Pairing: sehun x Reader Length: 946 Warnings: vague...just like this warning lmfaooo
@avatarren asks: I love Drabble games! I’d like to request number 7 & 11 with Sehun!
a/n: idkw this one was so difficult for me. ig im getting rusty 😭
DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST
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You were in the kitchen of your small apartment when some commotion caught your attention. You turned around and screamed from the top of your lungs when you saw a dark figure by your open window—which was not opened by you.
“It’s just me!” An urgent, familiar voice assured.
“Oh Sehun!” You cried as you placed a hand over your racing heart. “You scared the hell out of me!”
“You should really lock your windows,” he reprimanded as he closed the one he entered from, before coming into the light of the kitchen. He was dressed like a soldier, his dark hair cut short, exposing his beautifully sculpted face.
“I live on the fourth floor,” you informed him, trying not to get too distracted by his beauty.
“Still….” He leaned against your counter that sat between you both.
You go back to the ramen you were cooking, trying to ignore the tall man behind you.
You’ve known Sehun for five years now. It was a rather long story, but you had gotten yourself tied up in some scary illegal government stuff, and he had helped you out of it. Helped you get back to normality.
Unfortunately, normal was a word he never could get used to himself. He was a soldier, a defender for both this world, and one he no longer inhabited, apparently. It was all very inconceivable. All you truly understood was that he ended up stuck on Earth fighting some evil force, and he and his other friends may or may not have superpowers.
Yeah, very inconceivable.
“Ramen?” You asked.
“Yeah,” he was quick to agree. You put the pot on the counter, handing him some chopsticks. He didn’t waste any time digging in.
“You’re dressed for war,” you mentioned, noting the camo outfit and boots.
He scratched his head. “Suho found a lead. We’re heading out to investigate in the morning.”
“Oh….”
“You scared for me?” He questioned with a smirk, teasing you.
You rolled your eyes. “I should know by now that you don’t need the concern. But…. I feel like somebody needs to. You guys are always putting yourself in danger. Whenever you leave, I always wonder if….”
You were revealing too much, getting to emotional. He caught onto that, and gently asked you to continue.
You inhaled some courage. “I wonder if it’s going to be the last time I’ll ever see you.”
His eyes took you in. You watched as they bounced around, locking with every point of your face.
“You have nothing to worry about,” he finally answered. Not going to lie, you felt disappointment from his reply. “It’s our job. Why we were created.”
“But you have lost people,” you reminded him, thinking about the Luhan fellow he brought up occasionally. The best friend that wasn’t able to escape the hell they endured when they first landed onto this planet. “You are capable of dying, you know?”
“We’re stronger now. And we’re always careful, we know what we’re doing.”
“I know,” you said, dropping your gaze to the little bit of broth left in the pot. You shook your head. “Never mind. Pretend I never mentioned it.”
He went back to quietly observing you. This was what your relationship mostly consisted of. He would pop in out of nowhere and watch you, as though he was trying to understand how humans worked.
He pursed his lips and walked around the counter to stand before you. As if he weren’t completely sure what he was doing, he slowly lifted his glove-covered hands to your face, pulling it up so that you were looking at him. Your breath got caught in your throat at the contact, he’d never touched you before, not like this. It was…intimate.
“Thank you for your concern,” he said. “It makes me feel good, knowing someone cares if I’m dead or alive.”
“Is that why you always come back?” You questioned, sounding a bit more bitter than intended.
He grinned down at you. “You’re my person. You’ll always be the one I go to.”
Your eyes widened from his confession. His person. It was the most romantic thing he’d ever said, but you weren’t sure if that’s what he meant it as or not. Maybe you were reading too much into it. His eyes glimmered with something though, something that led you to believe he was indeed being romantic, in his own little way.
You smiled up at him. “You’re sure it’s not just because you saved me all those years ago?”
“I’ve saved a lot of people,” he told you. “But I don’t check up on them.”
“Just me?” You breathed.
He nodded.
“Okay.” You blushed and glanced away, growing shy. “Well, before you go, I should give you something. As a thank you for saving my life.”
“You don’t owe me anything for that,” he declined.
“All the same.”
You stood up on your tip toes to press your lips against his. It was quick. He didn’t even have time to react before you were falling back to your feet. When you pulled away, he leaned down, returning the gesture. You share a few more kisses, his arms going around your waist, yours to his covered forearms.
When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. “I’ll need that again, I think.”
You giggled. “Whenever you’re back from your mission, I’ll gladly give you however many more you want.”
He hummed and gave into the urge to kiss you again, this one lingering. Once you slowly broke it, he left you—out the door this time.
You stood in that kitchen, shaking and praying that he would return unscathed.
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