For the first time in forever; xiuhan 2/2

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The Red River is beautiful at sunset, when the sun makes water burst out in flames and the light on Xiumin’s face gives a whole new depth to his eyes and sets his dark hair on fire. Lu Han has taken Xiumin to other places in the past few days - the old palace with carved dragons and golden doors; the Blue Meadows and the Sky Temple. He’s a boy from the North Capital, grown up in this beautiful corner of the world. But Xiumin isn’t, and this must be his first time seeing this beautiful scenery.

When they cross one of the main bridges, Xiumin runs to the railings to have a better look at the millenary guardian carps of the Capital and Lu Han lets him go.

He knows that this cheesy romance must absolutely end. He’s not in love with Xiumin yet, but he’s in danger and he can’t let that happen. He values his freedom too much.

Today is the last day. They’ve visited many places in the last week, but nothing will ever compare to the last kiss of sun and water at the Red River, perfect for a goodbye.

He finally reaches Xiumin, still staring in awe at the ten metres long fishes, floating lazily near the surface of the water. Lu Han takes Xiumin's cold hand in his own to warm it up, loathing the moment he’ll have to let go. It’s almost too easy to forget that everything is going to end now. It’s the first time that he has regret. And maybe, just maybe…

“It’s been nice, being with you the past few days.”

Xiumin’s eyes are always so wide. Lu Han can’t bear to lose himself in them as he struggles to say the right words, but it seems like Xiumin’s eyes are everywhere. And so is his quiet voice. It paints Lu Han’s mind like paint on canvas. Lu Han’s steps come to a halt.

“It’s been really nice, but I can’t do this anymore,” is what he wants to say, but he can’t bring himself to say it. He bites his lips, but nothing comes out. Being with Xiumin has been nice so far, and Lu Han wants to see him as more than an old flame. Lu Han wants to see him, always. He wants to palm his hand against his forehead in dismay because he feel in his own same trap, but at the same time he wants to sing. He can’t believe he’s got a crush on the quiet, invisible Ice Sorcerer in the third class, of all people.

“It’s been really nice, but I can’t do this anymore,” is what Xiumin says, instead.

“What?”

Xiumin shoves his hands in his pockets, leaning over the railing. A perfect contrast against the redness behind him. Lu Han is almost starting to regret choosing to have the talk in this place, where Xiumin is even more beautiful framed in crimson. The object of his newfound affection cocks his head, throwing an assessing stare at Lu Han. “I am surprised, you know? This charade went on for much longer than I thought it would. Personally, I thought you were going to dump me after that kiss at the Low City.”

“I don’t understand,” he mutters, at loss of other words. He opens his mouth. Closes it again. Shakes his head. “What do you mean?” Xiumin is still looking at him like he’s a strange experiment. The same look he used to reserve for the Summon II paper due to Wednesday, a mixture of “I don’t understand you” and “I don’t even care” and it’s throwing Lu Han out of balance.

“You’re not the kind of boy who decides to go out with someone like me out of the blue. So what was that? A bet? Did Jongdae challenge you to conquer me for revenge? He doesn’t seem the type to hold grudges on unrequited love but in the end it’s always the most unsuspecting ones who hurt you the most…”

Jongdae? Unrequited love? From what Lu Han knows the only unrequited love of Jongdae’s life is the fried chicken of the vending stall near the cobbler. And Huang Zitao, but Lu Han only says it’s unrequited when Jongdae is being nosy and annoying, and shutting him up with the sad love life argument is the only way to avoid an accidental but somewhat brutal murder. Xiumin doesn’t let him organize his thoughts; the words pour from his mouth like a flooding river out of its bed.

“I’ve been in your same classes for the whole third year and you never noticed me, not even once, and then you’re suddenly draping yourself all over me. It was strange, right? I thought you were going to kiss me and take your fucking reward, or whatever you fucktards bet on when you’re bored.” Lu Han gasps at the swearing words, because Xiumin doesn’t seem the type who’d swear, but here he is. “I kinda have to admit that I misjudged you, you know? You have the reputation of being quite a player, but I’ve never such a pathetic level of cheese. You flirt like you eat, and to be honest it’s disgusting. I thought you would whisper gross, fluffy things in my mouth even when we kissed, but thanks the gods at least that activity managed to distract you enough to keep your mouth occupied and not spitting nonsense for once. But, whatever, you didn’t dump me and I played along only for curiosity sake. You know, I wanted to see what you were up to.”

His mouth moves quickly and his voice pierces the fog in Lu Han’s mind to stab right into his heart.

“Oh, no, don’t give me the kicked puppy look. Let me finish. I don’t understand what’s the great deal about you. You’re gross, you make inappropriate comments at the most inappropriate time and you’re not even that good looking-”

“This is where I must stop you,” screams Lu Han. He’s so angry, sad and frustrated that he doesn’t even care that his voice sounds very thirteen years old girl. “I am, in fact, remarkably good looking.”

“Yes, for a kindergarten beauty standard, maybe. I want a manly man. I want someone to sweep me out of my feet and make me see the stars.”

At this point Lu Han is acutely aware of his hands trembling in shock. He is so offended that he can’t even talk properly, let alone defend himself.

“Anyway, I decided to go out with you because I wanted to know what you were planning, but today I had a stunning revelation. I think that, despite you being a disgustingly self-centred ass who only thinks about himself and his own benefit, you may be starting to like me. And I can’t afford that.”

“Am I so undesirable that the mere thought of being my boyfriend disgusts you so much?” he can't help but ask.

“Oh, Lu Han, you’re so caught up in your little world of fake, saccharine romance that you’d make the worst boyfriend ever. The proof is that you’ve been going out with me for a week already and you didn’t even ask me my real name, not even once.”

“Isn’t your real name Xiumin?”

Xiumin, or not-Xiumin, seen the last shocking revelations, straighten his shoulder, looks right into Lu Han’s eyes, and puts an end to this pitiful story.

“I don’t like you. I think we should stop this… whatever it is.”

And that's final.

“I’m sorry.”

Should the Divination books be placed in the kinetic abilities shelf? Lu Han isn’t so sure, but it’s not as hell going in the physical training shelf.

“I tried to warn you.”

Now, Lu Han’s most urgent problem is finding a strategic place to hide his Musical Stones, an extremely rare collection of exotic music from Silla that is his most precious treasure. His mother would kill him if only she knew that her only, dear son, wastes his time listening to foreign songs, rather than applying himself to study. He briefly wonders how his mother would’ve reacted to Xiumin-who-is-not-Xiumin and his innocent smile. Seemingly innocent smile.

“You never listen, Lu Han, that’s your problem. If only you followed my advice back then…”

Lu Han wonders what his real name sounds like. It’s like trying to imagine a face you’ve never seen even if no one ever described you its features.

“… but no, you must be stubborn and full of yourself, right? I knew it would’ve ended badly, one way or another.”

“Yixing,” he finally says. He lets the realization that he has talked, for the first time this evening, sink in the conscience of the other boy. His best friend resurface into the world of the living after a three hours long tirade. Lu Han is long accustomed to Yixing’s scolding manners. He just let the other boy talk, and talk, and talk, minding his own business as Yixing vents his frustration. “Yixing, do you know Xiumin’s true name?”

Yixing blinks, eyes narrowing in concentration. He even lets himself fall heavily on Lu Han’s bed from the fatigue of thinking too hard. Lu Han must restrain himself from shoving him on the floor. His bed is precious and no one is allowed to sit on it. Yixing takes his time to remember, before exhaling a firm “Nope. He never said anything.”

Lu Han just nods, and decides to stop his friend before the silence in the room is a cue for him to start another, eternal rant. “Do you think Jongdae knows?”

Yixing stops in the middle of the umpteenth “I told you” of the day, pondering about the possibility of Jongdae knowing. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen the two of them talking. And it’s strange. They’re both transfer students from Silla, I thought they would’ve developed some kind of bond.”

“Yeah, I thought it was strange. Jongdae chose him for the bet, but when they saw each other that day at the library they barely exchanged greetings.”

“Why don’t you ask him?” asks Yixing innocently. Of course he could ask him. He doesn’t even know why he didn’t think about it himself. “You know, Yixing, you’re a genius. When you’re not sitting in my bed and complaining because you told me before. I’m going to find Jongdae, and then I’ll make him spit the truth at every cost.”

“Wait, Lu Han, you shouldn’t…”

He’s out of the door and sprinting towards Jongdae’s room before Yixing can finish his warning. Whatever, it can’t be something that important anyway. Finding Jongdae now is the priority.

Lu Han realizes that finding Jongdae shouldn’t have been his priority when he slams the door of his room open and he storms inside without knocking like an angel of the death, only to be faced with one of the most horrific scenes that his eyes ever had to bear.

Jongdae lies on the bed, with his legs spread open and his mouth hanging open as well. Zitao looms over him, hands holding Jongdae’s hips tightly as keeps his thighs open wide. There’s the disturbing shape of his digits printed in form of bruises on Jongdae’s hips. Lu Han has an extensive knowledge of the language spoken in Silla, but fortunately the swearing Jongdae is letting out is so elaborate that he doesn’t understand any of it. He knows the language of Middle Land too well though and he can’t ignore Zitao’s dirty talking. The memory of this disgusting day will haunt him for the rest of his life.

Jongdae screeches in disdain and tries to cover himself, butting Zitao’s chin with his head in the process. They fall separated with a squeaky, wet sound, and a cry of dismay. Lu Han slaps Zitao’s ass in retaliation for the pitiful show.

“You have three minutes to will your erections away and put some clothes on, then I’ll come in,” he warns, and leaves them alone to regain some composure.

Three minutes and a lot of Silla swearing later, Jongdae stumbles out of his room. The tent in his pants is still obvious and his hair are sticking in every direction like a bird nest. “Please tell me you have a goddamn good reason to interrupt the best day of my life.”

“In another situation I would’ve rejoiced the loss of Zitao’s virginity, but I am in trouble and I need your help.”

Jongdae shoots a questioning look right at him, and Lu Han prepares himself to drop the bomb. “I’m in love. And I need you to tell me Xiumin’s name.”

“You’re not in love. You can’t be.”

Jongdae’s statement is bold and provocative, but loud enough only for us to hear it as they sit on the stairs of the Astronomy Tower. It’s one of the quietest places in school, and also the only one where students can hang out also the curfew bell. If caught, Lu Han only has to say that he’s here to tutor the underclassmen in Applied Astronomy, hoping that whoever finds them doesn’t realize that none of them has chosen astronomy this year. Being such a discreet place, it’s not unusual having to fight for the right to use it, and Lu Han spares a moment to throw the third lovey-dovey couple of the night out of the window and right into the flowerbed of poisonous bushes before he leans on the balustrade to answer Jongdae’s question. They hear a little thud and a string of unhappy comments coming from the garden, but Lu Han pay it no mind. After all, he’s granted those two a soft landing, he doesn’t have any more time to spare for cheesy lovebirds who only wish for a secluded place to make out. Not when he’s a single lovebird and his other lovebird hates him.

“I am. I told you, I’m serious.”

Jongdae goggles at him. “Why,” he asks. It sounds more like he’s shooting his question at the gods, but Lu Han answers all the same. “I don’t know. I just do. I want to marry him.”

Zitao explodes in a fit of giggles, slapping his thigh so hard he’ll probably leave bruises. They all ignore Yixing, who’s still muttering about how no one ever listens to him and things are blowing up and he’s not going to save Lu Han’s dick when Xiumin freezes it. Jongdae just sighs.

“Come on hyung,” he says in his broken accent, his tongue curling elegantly on the only word in his mother language before struggling again with the tones, “please. I’m starting to regret the damn bet and everything that came with it.”

“Why did you choose him? You could’ve asked me to conquer the heart of the Hypnosis professor, and you chose Xiumin. Why?”

Jongdae reddens, Yixing bites his lips with the guiltiest expression Lu Han has ever had the honour to see on his face, and Zitao merely lets his eyes darts between the three of them, confused and feeling oddly left out.

“We wanted you to lose,” confesses Jongdae. “In a friendly way. You are way too full of yourself Han-ge,” he adds quickly, maybe hoping that the endearment would soften Lu Han’s furious expression, “so I chose the only student in the entire school who would never ever fall for your tricks. Umin-hyung is an Ice Queen.”

“So what? I already knew about it. I don’t see why this would prevent me from properly dating him?”

“You’ve never met an Ice Queen before. They’re,” he struggles to find the right words, “cold. There’s no other way to put it.”

“Emotionally frigid,” supplies Yixing. “They almost don’t feel anything sensory-related, no pain. And sometimes their magic can also hinder their ability to feel emotions.” Lu Han stares blankly at him. “It just means that they’re extremely picky and they don’t fall in love that easily. I swear, I didn’t think that Jongdae would’ve chosen him, otherwise I would’ve stayed out of this bet. You thought I was worried about Xiumin’s feelings, but to be honest I was more worried about yours, because we, Jongdae and I, knew from the start that this was an impossible challenge.”

Lu Han feels deflated. And no, it’s not about his friends deciding to teach him a lesson he doesn’t even need, because Lu Han is not full of himself, at all. He’s disappointed with himself because, hell, he’s spent all his life escaping relationships like an incurable disease and the only time he decides to do it seriously, surprise! He’s going after the only student in school who’d never reciprocate his feelings. Great. No, wonderful!

“I tried to date Minseok, once,” Jongdae confesses, airily, “Minseok is his real name, Kim Minseok. I went after him during my first days here, when I barely knew any of you and he was the friendliest between the Silla students. I tried, you know, even if I knew of his reputation since when we both were students at SM, before we came here. I tried and I failed. He wasn’t cruel, or mean towards me. In fact, he was gentle and comprehensive, but the way he told me I mattered totally nothing to him in a romantic way was too much for me to handle. He broke my heart, you know?”

It’s the first time they’ve seen Jongdae this close to crying. Lu Han knows that he cries, a lot, in the solitude of his room, but not like this, not in front of his friends. Kim Jongdae is too stubborn to show his weaknesses. He sniffles, and Lu Han wants to hug him like the good mama hen he is, but he’s still angry with him. “It was a very dick move to set you up with him, hyung, but I really didn’t expect you to fall in love. You never do, and I just thought that it would’ve been a blow to your self-confidence. A few days of moping and you would’ve been like new.”

“It wasn’t your fault, ChenChen,” coos Zitao, back hugging him and whispering sweet words in his hair.

“Yes, it was,” spits Lu Han, “and I want you to know that I’m officially mad at you. All of you, yes Zitao, even you, because you’re defending him. You’re not allowed to talk to me in the next few days unless I demand company and attention.”

It won’t last more than twenty hours. He knows and they know. Lu Han hates people, and the number of friends, people he considers his real friends and not means to gain something, he’s managed to find in school can be counted on the fingers of one hand. Actually, they’re all here with him and Lu Han knows that he’d never be able to go through a single day without Zitao’s whines, Jongdae’s jokes or Yixing calm and reassuring presence. But now he’s mad. End of the story.

“Well,” concludes Jongdae as they’re back at the dorms, ready to split up and go to sleep in their own rooms where he can probably go back to test Zitao’s sexual prowess, “at least you had the best sex of your life. Believe me, it’s not easy to find an ass as good as Minseok’s in this school.”

Lu Han splutters, reddens and implodes. They wait until his face goes back to an acceptable shade of red. “We. Didn’t. Fuck.” Then, slamming the doors in their faces, he jumps on the bed, thinking of life, love and Minseok’s pretty smile.

-

Lu Han doesn’t wake up the morning after, mostly because he never went to sleep.

Many things can be said about him. That he’s arrogant, a vain fool, an over confident prick, a full-of-himself dickhead and a teachers’ lap dog. Lu Han is the best student in school and he doesn’t care if people whispers behind his back, in admiration or envy, because at the end of the year his team is going to win and he’s still going to be the best.

To be honest, he could simply forget about Kim Minseok and his skittish pout. The boy doesn’t seem the type who goes and brag about the way he dumped the mighty Lu Han. Probably, Lu Han thinks with a snort, because Lu Han’s name runs dreadfully low in the great list of things that matter to Kim Minseok. For everyone else Xiumin would be just one notch on Lu Han’s belt, one of too many meaningless conquests.

Many things can be said about Lu Han, but there’s a saying that goes around the school since the day a little boy crossed the main hall and swept everyone out of their feet with impressive abilities, his cute face and a willpower harder than steel. Lu Han always gets what Lu Han wants. And Lu Han wants Kim Minseok.

The dungeons are cold against Lu Han’s hands. He must advance slowly, following the wall with his fingers because there’s not enough light to walk on his own. But he’s near, he feels the pinprick of ice hovering at the corner of his conscience. Minseok trains at the lower levels of the castle, in the underground caves that served as an escape way during the Great Siege, more than two hundred years before, when Silla mages had attacked and almost destroyed the school of the North Capital.
Down there, the ice sorcerer can unwind the storm without bothering other students.

Lu Han used to come to the caves when he was younger, and the voices inside his head were so strong that he couldn’t sleep. He never learnt to control the power of mind reading when he was a child, it was always imprecise and too painful for him to handle. With time, the voices inside his head faded away to leave space to the most powerful telekinetic control ever seen in the Eastern Lands. Now he regrets the loss, because he’d want nothing more than to be inside Kim Minseok’s head and know what the other boy truly thinks about him.

“What are you doing here?” Minseok asks when he spots him emerging from the shadows, his hands glowing pale blue as he strives to keep the ice from flowing freely towards Lu Han. When the warlock is tired, it’s not unusual for magic to react on its own against a possible threat. Lu Han is, indeed, a dangerous threat, and Minseok’s magic knows it and slips away from its owner’s control to loom menacing around him. Minseok winces. His voice is painfully tired, his chest heaving up and down between harsh pants. It’s always a bad idea to disturb another sorcerer during his training, and there definitely is a reason if Minseok only unleashes in the belly of the mountain inside of using the castle rooms.

“You were avoiding me,” Lu Han answers, stepping on the thin layer of ice that surrounds Minseok like a mosaic.

“Back off!” Minseok shouts, and if Lu Han were smart as everyone deems him to be, he’d do it, he’d read the clear warning in his frantic tone and he’d listen to it but he doesn’t. “Back off, I said!”

His mind feels it a moment before it happens, when a thick and pointed ice spear blooms from Minseok’s hand and flies towards him, leaving ribbons of ice hanging in the air in his wake. Minseok looks terrified, but Lu Han simply dodges it and braces himself for the following wave of ice that is threatening to leave Minseok’s body, knowing too well that the other boy is too weary and drained to stop it, or even to try to control it.

Minseok’s power flurries around him, magic spiralling in frozen thorns pointed towards Lu Han. He closes his eyes and summons power in his mind, feeling it coil in his conscience and then in his body, shattering his bones. When he lets it spring free, a keen, high-pitched vibration echoes in the cave, spreading like fireworks in the darkness. The cloud of ice that surrounds him, ready to smash into his tender skin with its cold bite, shatters with a deafening tinkling of thousand silver bells.

When Lu Han opens his eyes, he’s standing with Minseok on a white floor covered in shining ice dust. The other boy gasps as he tries to regain his breath after the forced strain while Lu Han merely shrugs, shuffling his feet to heave the residual tickling sensation left behind by the kinetic wave. He clears his throat.

“Well, I thought it would’ve been more awkward, you know, after the rejection thing and all, but I’m glad we were immediately able to break the ice between us.”

No amount of willpower can hide the irritated twist of Minseok’s eyebrow. “You, you’re an idiot! What the hell were you thinking? I could’ve killed you, I could’ve…” he falls on his knees, hugging his chest and trying to breath normally.

“Do you need me to walk you to the infirmary? You seem shaken.”

Minseok looks ready to murder him, again. Maybe Lu Han is lucky he can’t even stand on his feet right now. “I thought you were the best student of this school and you can’t even follow the basic rules of safe training! You’re not supposed to approach a sorcerer during a secluded free session, I could’ve killed you, I could’ve hurt myself, I…”

“Oh, come on. I could control even the tiniest specks of dust in this room if I wanted to, your little ice tsunami was a piece of mooncake! Besides, I wanted to do use the ‘breaking the ice’ line so bad it hurt.”

Minseok gets up, probably finding his strength in sheer desperation, and smacks Lu Han in the head.
“I can’t believe someone this stupid can exist. You’re… You’re…” he tries, but Lu Han’s idiocy must be so epic that even Minseok is at a loss of words.

Lu Han watches him, breathless and spluttering and so comically angry with him, exactly like that pixie he found during a winter storm in the middle of December, many years ago. He had blocked the winged creature mid-air with his powers, and the little thing had stayed there, livid and helpless, suspended in thin air between floating snowflakes in a bubble of magic, a little window out of the time in the middle of a howling storm. When Lu Han had tried to touch her feebly trembling gossamer wings, the pixie had emanated such a strong fit of magic that his spell had broken and the creature had quickly fled in a frenzy as the frozen snowflakes fell on the ground, finally free.
Now, with the ice dust fluctuating weightless around his head like the suspended snowflakes that day, Minseok looks mysterious and untouchable and furious just like that pixie, and Lu Han might have grown up but he’s no different from that little kid who wanted nothing more than to hold a mystery in his greedy hands.

His kiss on Minseok’s lips is brief and hesitant, light as a feather touch, like he’s afraid that, like that time, the spell will end and time will start ticking again. He doesn’t expect Minseok to snarl in his mouth and shove him forcefully until he’s landing on his back, Minseok legs on his sides as he straddles him and growls in his ear, “I thought I made myself pretty clear the other day. I don’t want your cheesy chick flick romance and all family rated kisses. Either you do it like you mean it, or you can go to hell alone.”

Lu Han doesn’t think. He bucks upwards roughly to reverse their positions and kisses Minseok like he’s never kissed anyone, not caring about rules, or etiquette, or the right time or the just way to move his tongue to have him addicted. He kisses to devour, to take and take and take again, not even stopping to check if Minseok is kissing him back because it’s all about him and how much he wanted to be a caveman and do it like this since day one, biting those plump lips and shoving his hands in jet black hair to twist Minseok’s head back and have an even better leverage to grind down.

“Oh rising gods of the East,” he pants, breathless and dishevelled when he resurfaces with Minseok’s taste still strong in his mouth, “I wanted to do this since that time at the library.”

“What a stupid way to waste a week,” Minseok answers sourly, but he’s languid and relaxed and his words lack the real bite. His lips will probably bruise.

Lu Han smirks. “I knew it. You like me.”

Minseok stares. “You didn’t listen to a single word yesterday, at the river.”

“Oh, I listened. All of it. You were painfully clear. But I don’t care. I don’t care if you are emotionally impaired or if you don’t like my romantic pick-up lines. I’ll make you fall in love with me, at every cost.”

Minseok pales under his adoring gaze. “What did I do wrong? I want to go back to Silla. Let me go, let me go.” Lu Han kisses him again, yelping in his mouth when Minseok pinches his side and strikes at the opportunity to plunges his own tongue in Lu Han’s mouth. Then, when Lu Han is distracted, he knees him right between his legs. Lu Han moans in unspeakable pain and rolls away.

“You deserved it!” Minseok squeals, “I’m warning you, Lu Han. Touch me again and I’ll freeze your balls off.”

“Wait, Minseok, don’t you dare leave me here Kim Minseok! I can’t walk on my own!”

“That’s a pity.”

“It’s too cold! My dick will freeze and fall before you can get a taste of it.”

Minseok thinks about it, looking torn and unsure, then his shoulders straighten as he makes up his mind. “I’ll survive.”

Lu Han’s voice follows him across the cave, shrill and hopeful. “Are you free tomorrow night?”

“So, I don’t really understand, are you together now?”

“Yes,” shouts Lu Han, right when Minseok spits a scornful and indignant, “No!”

“That’s confusing,” comments Yixing, before going back to his books.

“I’m not going out with this dick,” he resolutely repeats, and Lu Han leers, cocky.

“But you weren’t so opposed to going down on my dick yesterday.”

“I’m done with you, I’m going home. To Silla, I’ll ask for a transfer this afternoon.”

“What about the final combats?” Zitao pouts unattractively. “Come on, hyung, you were chosen to be our fifth member, you can’t let us down like this. Then we’ll lose and Han-ge will be a sour loser and we’ll all suffer from his bad mood.”

“Or maybe we’ll win because Lu Han is a super psycho warrior, but you won’t be there to offer him congratulatory sex and we’ll all suffer from his bad mood,” concludes Yixing. “You’re his only conversation topic now. I’ve lost the count of how many times I had to hear an impromptu Ode to Kim Minseok’s ass.”

“Because it’s a beautiful ass, so perky and firm. Look at the roundness, here and here. It’s carved in marble but it’s so sof- Ouch!” Three hands slap away his own before he can grope said ass to test the validity of his theory. Minseok massages his temple to relieve the stress, muttering about how much he hates Lu Han and he wants to rip him into microscopic pieces and then feed his mutilated corpse to the guardian carps of the Red River.

Jongdae, who’s followed the entire exchange like it was an exceptionally brutal fight, eyes jumping back and forth between Minseok and Lu Han, steps in with a smirk. “Except you don’t hyung. Hate him, I mean. It’s the first time that I’ve seen you showing this many emotions in years. You never looked this involved when you were with me, not even when we were having sex. I think you like him.”

“Jongdae-ah,” Minseok fumes, looking ready shed some blood, but before he can unchain his hyung power over Jongdae, Lu Han decides it’s time to save his favourite thunder sorcerer from the rage of his favourite ice sorcerer if he wants to win the cup. He curls his arm around Minseok’s neck, there where he learnt that the other boy is more sensible, and whispers in his ear, “Don’t worry, Minseok-hyung, I have enough love for the both of us.”

The following reaction is boisterous. Jongdae explodes in laughter, Zitao pretends to puke and the shade of red that flow to Minseok’s face at Lu Han’s sly words is so violent that it can probably be spotted even from Silla. Lu Han get them kicked out of the library, but he doesn’t really care about books. Not when Minseok, for all the complaining he does, still hasn’t removed Lu Han’s arm from his neck.

“You,” Yixing growls, still clutching to all his books like a lifeline and looking murderously in Lu Han’s directions, “I managed to spent six peaceful years studying inside the library and now I have a red disturbance note in my library card. Our friendship is over. And Kim Minseok,” he adds, “I know we are friends and I’m sorry you have to put up with this idiot, but if you dare disappear and leave us to handle this lovesick fool I’ll personally track you down and dump him in front of your house, you’re warned. I’m going to look for another place to run over my notes, since someone was so keen on getting us thrown out.” And with that, he storms in the direction of the dorms.

“Looks like you’re doomed, hyung,” leers Jongdae at Minseok, and before his hyung can make him regret his words he runs away, tugging Zitao back with him to find a nice, secluded place and break two or three rules about public decency with him.

Finally. Not for Zitao and Jongdae, who’re going at it like rabbits at every available opportunity. Finally for Lu Han, who can have Minseok all for himself.

“It’s just the two of us then,” he says, trying not to rub his hands together like a comedy villain, “tell me about yourself, Kim Minseok.”

“I’m not telling you anything. Leave me alone.”

“But I know so little about you, and I want to know you better since I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Did I already say that I love you?” It’s fun, trying to make Minseok lose his composure. Right now, Lu Han is ninety percent sure that he’s blushing because of Lu Han’s touching words. There’s also the possibility that he’s choking on their deep greasiness, but Lu Han always prefers to look at the bright side of things.

“I know so little about you, only that your name is Kim Minseok and that you’re the son of an Ice Queen…” he pouts. “And it’s more than enough,” Minseok answers, more than pissed off, looking warily as Lu Han as he waits for him to finish his sentence.

“…but if you hadn’t told me I’d never have guessed. I thought you were more of a farmer’s son, you know, you sure know how to raise a cock.”

Minseok doesn’t even try to run away. He sits on the ground and hug his knees in dismay.

“Or a baker’s son, since you have a really nice bun.”

“Please stop.”

“Make me.”

Lu Han always gets what Lu Han wants.



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A/N: first of all IDEK MYSELF. the characters seem so messed up and OOC and i'm not really sure. for anyone who was wondering, minseok was never a shy, inexperienced virgin. it's just that lu han wanted to see him as such. and he actually likes lu han, really likes him, but at the same time he wants to commit ritual suicide to cleanse his soul just for the thought of liking him. which is, roughly, the way i feel about lu han on a daily basic. ahah. i feel your pain, hyungmin.
-this should've been a quick oneshot (ahah cla you tried) for marta, because she's in the middle of her finals, but i wrote it thinking about all of my friends who're studying for their exams rn. fra if you're reading this i miss you i hope you finish soon
-tytle is from Frozen's OST, but there's no real link between the lyrics and the fic if we ignore the fact that minseok is an ice queen and the cheesy, terrible pick-up lines lu han uses in the story are a courtesy of google
-unbetaed
-this fic is part of a broader magicschool!au and is directly linked to a baekyeol fic i've written but is yet to be published. there'll probably be more of this au. now let me cry a little because i planned to make everything i've written until now into a series and i will never have enough time to write everything.
-if you didn't get it, silla is korea and middle land is china (the north capital is beijing) and as you noticed i used exo's powers from mama because that mv is an incredible source of inspiration. the final combats are our finals, but instead of studying you must place good in a tournament. much more brutal U_U
-AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO FINDS THE NEW LJ LAYOUT HIDEOUS? idk but in my screen the html formatting looks all messed up. i want the old one back ;;
-thank you for reading ♥ and if you want to chat you can find me on tumblr, lazing around all day.