[EXO Fic] Weep For Yourself
Weep For Yourself: Xiumin/Lu Han (1071 words)
The fifth time Minseok wakes up to camellias on his bed, it's enough to become a problem. Not enough to justify a restraining order though, unfortunately.
“Lu Han, I think you need to stop,” says Minseok, arms crossed over his chest, foot tapping impatiently on the kitchen tiles.
Lu Han looks up from the counter, turning the pages of a magazine which he most probably grabbed in a frenzy when he heard Minseok walk into the room, considering it was definitely upside down. “Stop what?” he asks, blinking up innocently and then looking back down to the page, realising that something was amiss, and promptly fixing it the right way up like nothing had happened.
“Stop,” Minseok waves his hands around, “this.”
“What is this?” Lu Han asks, imitating Minseok’s flailing.
“I woke up with camellias on my bed this morning. It was weird. Stop doing that.” Minseok grimaces. Lu Han laughs and leans back on the chair, putting his legs up on the countertop. “I just cleaned that...” Minseok grumbles.
“That wasn’t me,” Lu Han states. Minseok looks at him incredulously. How stupid did Lu Han think he was?
“There was also a card. With your name on it.”
“That is strange...” Lu Han furrows his eyebrows, like the identity of Minseok’s secret admirer was such a mystery. That bastard. “Maybe the card was for me. Do you think someone broke into our dorm and got the wrong bed?” he wonders out loud.
Minseok opens his mouth to retort, but the part of him that still held on to the benefit of the doubt stopped him. Now that he thought about it, that wasn’t exactly a far off possibility. Plus, this was the first incident in three weeks, who’s to say this wasn’t an isolated event? Lu Han cocks his head at Minseok from where he was seated, and Minseok sighs. “Okay fine. I’ll tell Manager-hyung to check out security...” he mumbles.
Lu Han nods, “You should do that.” A ding sounds from behind him and Lu Han jumps up from his chair and towards the oven. He pulls out a baking tray adorned with a dozen or so heart-shaped cookies and grimaces. “My cookies are too pink!” he exclaims. He sighs exaggeratedly and brings them over to Minseok, pushing the tray towards him. “Here, you can have them.”
Minseok blinks. “Um.”
“They’re too pink,” Lu Han insists.
“What’s that you wrote with the icing?” Minseok asks, left eye twitching.
Lu Han looks down, “Oh! M❤L. M standards for Mandarin, and L stands for Language.”
“I’m sure...” Minseok drawls. "Why is it in English?"
“I just think you should learn to embrace the language better!” Lu Han offers, grabbing a biscuit and stuffing it into Minseok’s mouth, causing him to gag. Lu Han’s eyes widen, and he jumps over the counter behind Minseok, wrapping his arms around his torso tightly.
“God, that icing is strong,” Minseok splutters. He notices Lu Han’s hands wrapped around him and fidgets, “Dude, what now-- eck!” He propels his left elbow backwards, effectively striking Lu Han in the chest and causing him to free Minseok abruptly. “What the fuck was that?”
Lu Han winces and clutches his chest, biting down on his lips to stop the spew of curse words threatening to spill through. “I was trying to give you a heimlich maneuver, asshole,” he mumbles, “but I still love you. Like a lot,” he amends when Minseok raises his eyebrows. Lu Han clears his throat. “In a very platonic and brotherly way.”
Minseok sighs, and he pulls down the edge of Lu Han’s collar to check the damage. “Sorry man, I didn’t mean it.”
“I’m sure...” Lu Han drawls, smirking.
Minseok pats the bruised area lightly, grinning up at Lu Han when he notices him staring. “You’re a big boy. I trust this is nothing right?”
Lu Han nods. “Of course. It’s nothing for my uncontended masculinity.”
Snickering, Minseok adjusts Lu Han’s shirt properly and straightens up, freezing slightly when he notices Lu Han’s steady gaze on him. His breath fluttering over his own lips -- and geez, did Lu Han forget to brush today.
Minseok wrinkles his nose. “What are you doing?”
Lu Han blinks and moves back, coughing into his cupped hand. “Sorry, I thought that was a moment. Was it not a moment?”
Minseok notices his palms still resting comfortably atop of Lu Han’s chest and flinches back. “No, that was definitely not a moment. I think you need to recalibrate what makes up a moment in your books.”
Lu Han grabs his hands and attempts pulling them back towards him, and there’s a small struggle as Minseok resists and ends up basically head butting Lu Han to get him off.
“This is why we can’t have any moments,” Lu Han groans, rubbing his back that had collided with the edge of the counter. “You always end up ruining them.”
“Mission accomplished,” Minseok grumbles, fixing his attire and narrowing his eyes pointedly at Lu Han, who just stood there like he wasn’t some failed Shojo-manga protagonist knock-off.
“You look like you’re mad at me,” Lu Han deduces, “I should probably leave.”
“Probably.”
“But wait!” Lu Han quickly leans forward in a rush of courage and kisses the tip of Minseok’s nose, the latter swiftly moving to kick Lu Han’s shins on a reflex he didn’t know existed. Lu Han seems to have learnt from last time though, and quickly dodges the attack before grabbing his magazine and running into the dorm.
“I’m pretty sure I could sue you for this!” Minseok hollers.
“Can’t talk!” Lu Han yells back from his bedroom, “This issue of GQ is captivating.”
“What the- that was National Geographic!” Minseok snorts at the small ‘oops’ he can hear from Lu Han’s bedroom. He turns to return to his room when he spots the entire tray of untouched cookies left alone to cool on the counter, the calligraphy, embarrassing as it was, layered on with so much immaculate care that it looked almost typed. He looks around cautiously for any witnesses before stealing a cookie of the plate and biting into it. He nods in approval, it didn’t taste that bad when Lu Han wasn’t trying to force it down his throat, probably as a replacement for his tongue.
A pleased chuckle sounds behind Minseok and he jumps around unceremoniously. Upon seeing the victorious smile on Lu Han’s face he swipes away any stray crumbs around his mouth.
“You love me,” Lu Han states.
“Fuck off,” Minseok sighs, utterly defeated.
Fin
a/n: the only reason i wrote this is because i looked back at my other xiuhan fic (which i wrote like during their debut month) realised how off i was about this dynamic, and cried. we know lu han stands over minseok while he's sleeping and sings this to him, right?
The fifth time Minseok wakes up to camellias on his bed, it's enough to become a problem. Not enough to justify a restraining order though, unfortunately.
“Lu Han, I think you need to stop,” says Minseok, arms crossed over his chest, foot tapping impatiently on the kitchen tiles.
Lu Han looks up from the counter, turning the pages of a magazine which he most probably grabbed in a frenzy when he heard Minseok walk into the room, considering it was definitely upside down. “Stop what?” he asks, blinking up innocently and then looking back down to the page, realising that something was amiss, and promptly fixing it the right way up like nothing had happened.
“Stop,” Minseok waves his hands around, “this.”
“What is this?” Lu Han asks, imitating Minseok’s flailing.
“I woke up with camellias on my bed this morning. It was weird. Stop doing that.” Minseok grimaces. Lu Han laughs and leans back on the chair, putting his legs up on the countertop. “I just cleaned that...” Minseok grumbles.
“That wasn’t me,” Lu Han states. Minseok looks at him incredulously. How stupid did Lu Han think he was?
“There was also a card. With your name on it.”
“That is strange...” Lu Han furrows his eyebrows, like the identity of Minseok’s secret admirer was such a mystery. That bastard. “Maybe the card was for me. Do you think someone broke into our dorm and got the wrong bed?” he wonders out loud.
Minseok opens his mouth to retort, but the part of him that still held on to the benefit of the doubt stopped him. Now that he thought about it, that wasn’t exactly a far off possibility. Plus, this was the first incident in three weeks, who’s to say this wasn’t an isolated event? Lu Han cocks his head at Minseok from where he was seated, and Minseok sighs. “Okay fine. I’ll tell Manager-hyung to check out security...” he mumbles.
Lu Han nods, “You should do that.” A ding sounds from behind him and Lu Han jumps up from his chair and towards the oven. He pulls out a baking tray adorned with a dozen or so heart-shaped cookies and grimaces. “My cookies are too pink!” he exclaims. He sighs exaggeratedly and brings them over to Minseok, pushing the tray towards him. “Here, you can have them.”
Minseok blinks. “Um.”
“They’re too pink,” Lu Han insists.
“What’s that you wrote with the icing?” Minseok asks, left eye twitching.
Lu Han looks down, “Oh! M❤L. M standards for Mandarin, and L stands for Language.”
“I’m sure...” Minseok drawls. "Why is it in English?"
“I just think you should learn to embrace the language better!” Lu Han offers, grabbing a biscuit and stuffing it into Minseok’s mouth, causing him to gag. Lu Han’s eyes widen, and he jumps over the counter behind Minseok, wrapping his arms around his torso tightly.
“God, that icing is strong,” Minseok splutters. He notices Lu Han’s hands wrapped around him and fidgets, “Dude, what now-- eck!” He propels his left elbow backwards, effectively striking Lu Han in the chest and causing him to free Minseok abruptly. “What the fuck was that?”
Lu Han winces and clutches his chest, biting down on his lips to stop the spew of curse words threatening to spill through. “I was trying to give you a heimlich maneuver, asshole,” he mumbles, “but I still love you. Like a lot,” he amends when Minseok raises his eyebrows. Lu Han clears his throat. “In a very platonic and brotherly way.”
Minseok sighs, and he pulls down the edge of Lu Han’s collar to check the damage. “Sorry man, I didn’t mean it.”
“I’m sure...” Lu Han drawls, smirking.
Minseok pats the bruised area lightly, grinning up at Lu Han when he notices him staring. “You’re a big boy. I trust this is nothing right?”
Lu Han nods. “Of course. It’s nothing for my uncontended masculinity.”
Snickering, Minseok adjusts Lu Han’s shirt properly and straightens up, freezing slightly when he notices Lu Han’s steady gaze on him. His breath fluttering over his own lips -- and geez, did Lu Han forget to brush today.
Minseok wrinkles his nose. “What are you doing?”
Lu Han blinks and moves back, coughing into his cupped hand. “Sorry, I thought that was a moment. Was it not a moment?”
Minseok notices his palms still resting comfortably atop of Lu Han’s chest and flinches back. “No, that was definitely not a moment. I think you need to recalibrate what makes up a moment in your books.”
Lu Han grabs his hands and attempts pulling them back towards him, and there’s a small struggle as Minseok resists and ends up basically head butting Lu Han to get him off.
“This is why we can’t have any moments,” Lu Han groans, rubbing his back that had collided with the edge of the counter. “You always end up ruining them.”
“Mission accomplished,” Minseok grumbles, fixing his attire and narrowing his eyes pointedly at Lu Han, who just stood there like he wasn’t some failed Shojo-manga protagonist knock-off.
“You look like you’re mad at me,” Lu Han deduces, “I should probably leave.”
“Probably.”
“But wait!” Lu Han quickly leans forward in a rush of courage and kisses the tip of Minseok’s nose, the latter swiftly moving to kick Lu Han’s shins on a reflex he didn’t know existed. Lu Han seems to have learnt from last time though, and quickly dodges the attack before grabbing his magazine and running into the dorm.
“I’m pretty sure I could sue you for this!” Minseok hollers.
“Can’t talk!” Lu Han yells back from his bedroom, “This issue of GQ is captivating.”
“What the- that was National Geographic!” Minseok snorts at the small ‘oops’ he can hear from Lu Han’s bedroom. He turns to return to his room when he spots the entire tray of untouched cookies left alone to cool on the counter, the calligraphy, embarrassing as it was, layered on with so much immaculate care that it looked almost typed. He looks around cautiously for any witnesses before stealing a cookie of the plate and biting into it. He nods in approval, it didn’t taste that bad when Lu Han wasn’t trying to force it down his throat, probably as a replacement for his tongue.
A pleased chuckle sounds behind Minseok and he jumps around unceremoniously. Upon seeing the victorious smile on Lu Han’s face he swipes away any stray crumbs around his mouth.
“You love me,” Lu Han states.
“Fuck off,” Minseok sighs, utterly defeated.
Fin
a/n: the only reason i wrote this is because i looked back at my other xiuhan fic (which i wrote like during their debut month) realised how off i was about this dynamic, and cried. we know lu han stands over minseok while he's sleeping and sings this to him, right?