Word Count: 1175
Summary: A shared shirt is just the beginning (or the slow, sweet development of Sehun and Luhan's relationship over a shared shirt)
The first time Luhan wore Sehun’s shirt, his own had been thoroughly destroyed. Being a nice guy, Sehun had taken off his own shirt and given it to Luhan to wear. True, he had to walk home shirtless beneath his sweater, but it had been worth it to see the grateful smile on Luhan’s face.
After that incident, Luhan had come to return the shirt and the two had gotten talking. Sehun found out that most of Luhan’s clothes were in bad shape due to years of wear and little money to spend on new clothing when it had to be spent on something more vital. So the next time Sehun saw Luhan, he had a bag of his own shirts to give to him. While not new, they had been worn and were now too small for Sehun. He was going to give them away so why not give them to a friend in need?
Luhan had blushed but thanked him profusely, treating Sehun to a meal despite Sehun’s protest. He brushed it off, saying eating is vital so it was okay to spend money on it.
From that point on, Sehun made it a point to see Luhan once a day to treat him to a simple meal. Luhan had protested at first, but when Sehun allowed him to return the favor every once in a while, he accepted it.
The two would meet up for lunch or dinner and after a while, began to spend more time together. Sehun would meet him in the library where the two would quietly do their homework together.
A chance sighting when walking home revealed that the two lived in the same direction. Sehun offered to walk Luhan home and soon it became part of their routine. After several weeks of walking home together, Luhan had shyly invited Sehun inside.
Luhan’s apartment was quite small, a studio with the bare minimums. He took in the old faded futon, the small coffee table, and the empty kitchen. The small bathroom wasn’t much, just a sink, toilet, and shower with a slightly ratty shower curtain. Sehun couldn’t help the little shiver running down his spine.
Luhan had given him a slightly embarrassed smile, never having someone over at his place before. “Sorry, it’s not much, but it’s all I can really afford right now. Once I graduate college and find a better job, I’m hoping things will get better."
“Oh no, it’s fine. It’s…cute."
Luhan grimaced. “Thanks, uh…did you want to get something to eat? I’m not sure what I have but I can whip up a little something, if you’re hungry."
“Uh…how about some take out, my treat?"
Luhan’s lips turned into a small pout. “Fine."
“Sorry,” Sehun leaned over and kissed Luhan’s cheek. “Just…”
He trailed off when his action caught up with his brain. He could see the shock in Luhan’s frozen face.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. It just kind of happened and um…” He saw Luhan giving him a slightly shy smile.
“Well…that was unexpected but not unwelcome."
“So would it be okay if I did it again, but on your lips?"
Luhan shyly looked down. “I think that’ll be okay."
Sehun leaned down and pressed his lips gently against Luhan’s. He pulled away and saw a light blush on Luhan’s cheeks, a mirror of his own. He leaned down and pressed a second kiss to Luhan’s lips.
“Let’s go order that takeout before I forget all about food in favor of your sweet lips.” Sehun grinned, seeing Luhan’s blush deepening.
After that initial kiss, there were many more kisses as Sehun and Luhan slipped into an easy relationship. They shared meals, completed their homework together, went on walks, and if Luhan allowed him, Sehun took Luhan out to different places.
Luhan graduated and soon found a well paying job. Sehun had moved into Luhan’s new apartment, their relationship still going strong. They had found great joy in decorating the apartment together, filling each space with all sorts of knick-knacks and furniture. The home had become warm and cozy, something the two took advantage of. And yet with this new financial stability, Luhan still wore Sehun’s shirts.
Sehun hadn’t thought much about it at first since he had given Luhan his old shirts to wear to replace his old, threadbare shirts, but after Luhan had gotten his first job and was getting paid more to afford luxuries such as new clothes, Luhan still wore Sehun’s shirts everyday.
It was a Saturday, where Luhan didn’t have work and Sehun had finished his assignments. The two were cuddling on their couch, some movie playing on TV. Luhan was dressed in one of Sehun’s shirts and his boxers. Sehun had on a tank and boxers. His fingers were playing with the hem of Luhan’s shirt.
“Hmm?” Luhan turned to look at Sehun.
“Can I ask you a question?"
“How come you still wear my shirts?"
Luhan looked down at his hands, resting on Sehun’s chest. Sehun could just briefly make out the blush on his boyfriend’s cheeks.
“Uh well, ‘cause they’re really comfortable."
“But they’re so big on you. You can buy clothes that fit you better than my shirts."
Luhan began toying with Sehun’s tank. “Well, you gave me your shirt to wear that day and then after, you gave me a bunch of your shirts to wear. I guess it kind of became habit to wear one of your shirts. Plus even if it’s faint, there’s a trace of your scent on them or I remember they used to be on your body and it makes me feel warm inside and…I’m rambling and you must think I’m weird."
Sehun was smiling at an embarrassed Luhan. “You wear my shirts out of habit but also because they’re mine?"
“Well yeah…,” Luhan had twisted Sehun’s tank around his finger, "I kinda would wear your shirts and think about you…which I guess is how I fell for you."
“Well I may have fallen for you before that."
Luhan looked up at Sehun, confusion in his eyes.
“You may not have noticed me but I noticed you around campus. I just never had the courage to approach you until that day your shirt got ripped. And well, you know what happened after that."
Luhan intertwined their fingers. “Did you really notice me so long ago?"
“Yes,” Sehun lifted their joined hands up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of Luhan’s hand. “So you’re going to keep wearing my shirts?"
“Yes, if you don’t mind.” Luhan gave Sehun a shy smile.
“No, it’s fine. You look cute in my shirt.” Sehun leaned down and pecked Luhan’s lips. “If you want to keep wearing my shirts, feel free to any time. My clothes are your clothes."
“Thank you, Sehun.” Luhan leaned up and pecked Sehun’s lips. “I love you."
“I love you too.” Sehun pulled Luhan more firmly against his side as the two settled in to watch the movie and relax.
A/N: orz I am terrible but got the idea just from light_kira1’s summary “Stealing your boyfriend's clothes might be a bit clichéd, but that doesn't stop Yixing from doing it nonetheless."
wow this did not go the way i had originally planned since I thought i’d write smut but this is just fluff…fluff fluff fluff :3