Trying to focus on the paperwork in front of him, Luhan sighs.
For some people, summer break would mean lying around on the beach, partying with friends, or just lying in bed doing nothing, hangover or otherwise. Maybe they’d work at their part time job and then blow the money on more partying.
For Luhan, he figured he’d spend a lot of it playing football, sleeping til 2pm on his days off, becoming the best of friends with his PS3 again. His dad had other ideas for him though, sending him to the company most days. Luhan can’t really complain, it means having a wage, which he hopes will give him more freedom in the long run.
But then, the more he spends time working, the more stifled the work place feels, and he finds himself wondering just exactly what he would really like to do with his life, as opposed to following his parents’ wishes.
The one thing that makes him happy, probably the highlight of the boring work days, would be Sehun’s texts. There’s nothing particularly special about them, yet he still feels himself smiling when his phone vibrates, moving across his desk. Sehun uses a lot of cute emoticons in his messages, and they talk about games, food, their days. General things, really. But it’s nice. The only other person he ever really messages is Yixing, so.
Their work schedules seem to clash a lot though, until Yixing drags Luhan down to the park and he’s surprised to see Sehun there too.
It’s a little too hot, so football doesn’t last long, instead they all relax in the grass, beer bottles in hands, courtesy of Jongdae and Chanyeol who seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Yixing’s playing around on his guitar as Luhan lies back, eyes squinting against the sun as he tries not to pour beer on himself as he drinks. Sehun, mostly keeping to himself until now, scoots next to him and lies beside him. At least he was smart enough to bring sunglasses.
“Hey stranger,” Luhan grins, turning to him and shielding his eyes with his hand.
“Hey yourself,” Sehun smiles. “I got you something.”
Sehun brings out a tub from his bag and Luhan has to hold back a snort when Sehun passes it to him.
“Don’t get too excited, I know you love your dou sha bao.”
Luhan blinks a few times and then lets out a delayed yet genuine laughter, because the way Sehun said red bean buns was awfully cute. He reaches over and pets Sehun’s head fondly.
Sehun’s eyebrows raise but he doesn’t protest. “Thank you,” Luhan grins.
“Can you two stop making out or whatever you’re doing down there and come here,” Yixing shouts, even though they’re really not far away at all and Luhan sits up so fast he feels half his blood go straight to his head, the rest going to his cheeks and ears, reddening them. He throws his water bottle at Yixing.
“What’s wrong with you!”
Yixing just laughs. “Sehun-ah, did you know Luhan sings?”
“Oh god,” Luhan groans. Yixing starts playing a familiar tune on the guitar with a dimple decorated grin. “I really don’t think Sehun wants-”
“You want to hear him, right?” Yixing prompts Sehun.
“Um,” Sehun ears are a little red as he looks between Luhan and Yixing, “you don’t have to sing if you don’t want to...”
Yixing rolls his eyes and Luhan sighs. Attempting to block out the thought of people watching him, Luhan begins singing along with the guitar, Yixing joining in at the chorus. It’s a song they’re both fond of and sing well together, Just A Friend. He ignores the stare that Sehun’s boring into his side, not that used to singing around people who aren’t Yixing.
Clapping ensues and Luhan’s face goes red as he grabs another beer. He spares a look at Sehun, eyes widening when he unexpectedly reaches out, touching his hair.
“Um, you had some grass on you,” Sehun mumbles, looking away. Luhan’s pretty sure Sehun's face is turning red as he takes a swig from his own bottle. Luhan decides now is a good time to avoid any awkwardness and eat.
passing the baton to jojibear! ... sorry if it's impossible orz