Lu Han tells stories like a child; all tangents and digressions and excited faces, and Sehun wants to keep that, too. Just dig his hands into it and gather as much of it as he can, letting bits of Lu Han’s enthusiasm get trapped under his fingernails and in the wrinkles of his knuckles and in the webbed skin between his fingers.

i want to write... marriage proposals... to this.

also the writing the days in the steam.

also

It’s only Sehun who wants to put Lu Han inside of a cage and make him sing only for him.

also did i mention my heart's on the floor