#Instamin
Title: #Instamin
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Xiuhan.
Warning: lame smut, one sided Kailu (not sad, this is kind of cracky lol), almost invisible Chenlay.
Summary: ~3900w College AU! There are a few things that can get Luhan jealous, and one of them is Minseok posting photos of a half-naked Changmin on Instagram.
It’s midnight when Luhan, sitting around a bar table with Jongdae and Yixing, sees it.
“What the fuck?”
If this is what Instagram has to offer, Luhan thinks, he should delete his account right away. Anyways, social networks have never been his thing; he always looks like he’s trying too hard in his selfies, and he isn’t sure if it’s just him or if everybody else has noticed.
Minseok, on the other hand, is the king of Instagram. With nearly half of a million followers, he updates at least three times each day, which of course allows Luhan to stalk him and know what he’s doing when they’re not together. To his relief, Minseok ignores this fact.
However, Instagram has a bad side that Luhan has just discovered: the last image Minseok posted is a half-naked guy in a room with questionable illumination and clearly posing for the camera. Luhan and Minseok may not be boyfriends, and they may not even be fuck buddies, but Luhan considers this cheating.
They’re romantically together just when they’re physically together, Luhan knows it. He thought at the beginning of senior year that they should talk it out - they didn’t - since they’re already acting like a couple. Sometimes. Kind of. Well, they don’t make out with other people and that’s how serious they are to each other, but having into account how they were two years ago, this is a great advance. Luhan isn’t disposed to go back to the days when they spent at least four days a week in parties where everyone made out with everyone.
“I don’t want to destroy you,” Yixing tells him, peering over his shoulder to look at whatever has gotten Luhan mad. “But if he’s with that guy and they’re alone, he has totally fucked him.”
“He’s Changmin!” Jongdae announces next, and then bumps shoulders with Luhan until their friend is sandwiched between the couple. “He broke up with his long term boyfriend around two months ago? So yes, he’s living la vida loca now, probably got Minseok under him. Or on top, it’s la vida loca after all.”
This is not what Luhan wants to hear, of course. He throws his phone across the table, ignoring the indignant gasp from Yixing (“I bought you that for your birthday, treat it well!”), and releases one of his distinctive grunts. Perhaps because this is the third bar they have been at tonight, Luhan is careless enough to roll up his t-shirt and flash his stomach to his friends.
“Look at this, guys, I can’t compete with that,” he complains while tapping the flesh around his belly button. It’s not that he’s fat, not at all; but to be honest, he’s more on the ‘I only have abs because I’m skinny as fuck’ side. He has never been uncomfortable in his skin until Changmin’s photo appeared on Minseok’s Instagram, accompanied by 25.346 comments about how hot he is. “I know Minseok has better options than me, but I wasn’t expecting him to actually taking them.”
“Uh hu, red alert,” Jongdae mutters under his breath, putting some distance between Luhan and him.
Unlike him, Yixing isn’t heartless, so he tenderly squeezes his arm. “Relax, Luhan, we’re not going to develop body image problems all of a sudden, are we?”
“I could, though,” he retorts, squinting at the photo that he’s still able to spot on his screen. He should log out of Instagram, like seriously. And never stalk Minseok through this tactic because it has proven to be painfully discouraging. “Who has time to study and go to the gym, anyways?”
“Everyone except you?”
Jongdae doesn’t have bad intentions when he answers these type of things, he really does it without thinking first. Luhan glares at him regardless, takes one of the fries in front of him and eats it as if it was Jongdae’s head. He would choose fries over gym anytime, and he has still managed to land Minseok without putting a foot in there. And at least he has been pretty successful at college until now, not that he will try to discover how Changmin is carrying his own major. He’d rather avoid the upcoming depression he would have if Changmin happens to be better than him at everything.
“I should tell him he’s not allowed to meet other guys alone,” Luhan stubbornly insists.
Yixing laughs as if he was hearing the best joke ever, but it takes him a pair of seconds to realize Luhan isn’t joking. “Do you want advice? Pay for your life insurance first.”
One could say Luhan is the vindictive type, but to him his behaviour is completely justified. That’s why, the next day, he takes a photo with an adorable freshman called Jongin, and needless to say, he posts it on his almost abandoned Instagram. He makes sure to press his cheek against Jongin’s, the boy seems content with the attention and the selfie comes out wonderful.
Jongin likes the photo right away and leaves a comment (“Hyung it was so fun to hang out with you! Let’s do it agaaaaain”). Apart from him, only Yixing likes it, and Jongdae is decent enough to post a comment about how he shouldn’t take photos with handsome people because he looks even uglier than usual. Hours later, Luhan knows his plan has worked, for Minseok appears and just types ‘?????’ and nothing more.
They don’t call each other for two days, like a silent argument whose signs Luhan recognizes. It’s not fair though that Minseok is allowed to get jealous of Jongin, not after what he has posted on his own account. Although perhaps Minseok’s irritation has to do with the fact that Jongin may or may not have not crushed on Luhan for months now.
It’s on Monday when Luhan finally runs into Minseok. He’s in the corridor to Organometallic Chemistry, where Luhan is heading to, and it’s hard not to catch the heap of red hair that Minseok has. He’s currently in front of a vending machine, Kyungsoo by his side pressing buttons and laughing presumably because they don’t know how to use the machine. It’s kind of funny really that after three years they can’t still control a simple vending machine even if both of them are Computing Majors.
Their ineptitude has Luhan smiling all the way to them, but then Minseok turns around and locks eyes with him, and Luhan remembers. He isn’t going to be fooled by those sly eyes or the devilish grin striking across his face, not if he recalls that certain Instagram photo.
“Luhan!” the red-haired male greets him, waving. On the other hand, Kyungsoo just spares him an uninterested glance and keeps fighting with the vending machine.
Luhan promised himself he would be rigid with Minseok this time, but as soon as he halts in front of him, Minseok leans for a kiss. And he wants to push him away and be faithful to himself, but he can’t. It’s not his fault, and he blames Minseok’s lips instead because who has lips like that? All shaped and soft?
However, when Minseok pulls away, he’s scrunching his nose as if he had tasted something awful. “You smell like a freshman.”
“How does that smell?” Luhan asks, not sure if this is offensive or not. Does he smell like first day nerves and sweat?
Minseok grins at him, and it’s one of his diabolic gestures which made Luhan fall for him like a fool years ago. The prey and the predator, he guesses.
“Like desperation,” shoots Minseok, merciless. The response transforms Luhan’s face into pure hurt, as though he has received a hit on his private parts. Minseok removes the smile from his face, blinking with faked innocence. “Did Changmin get you that jealous, Luhan?”
Oh, he can hear Kyungsoo snickering right next to them, Luhan’s not that deaf. It’s great because apparently everyone knows he’s a loser whom Minseok has left for a gym rat.
“I wasn’t jealous,” he clarifies, arms crossed over his chest. Is he late for Organometallic Chemistry? Yes. Does that matter right now? No, because he has to defend his honor and punch Kyungsoo in the stomach and give Minseok a lesson. “At all! But don’t you think that it’s a bit indecent to be…”
Minseok never gets to be slut-shamed, as much as he wouldn’t have minded, since it’s obvious Luhan is just mad at him for flirting with other people. Sometimes he forgets Minseok is smarter than him - at least when it comes to verbal fighting - and that when Minseok asks, Luhan must shut up. Or get ready to be humiliated.
“You weren’t? Well, you should.”
Minseok steps back, smiling again, and within a second he and a laughing Kyungsoo are walking away from him.
Ouch.
“You’re the devil,” Kyungsoo congratulates Minseok hours later while they’re in an isolated corner of the study room. Fortunately, there’s no one else who could be bothered by the two chatting males, so they have nothing to worry about. “Not that I’m complaining, but why are you doing this to Luhan?”
“It’s funny, isn’t it?” Minseok asks, and Kyungsoo nods excitedly. He’s a friend who would never deny the pleasure of torturing people he cares the most about. Kyungsoo invented that. “I didn’t do it on purpose at first. But then Luhan went into dumb mode and posted a photo with Jongin, and I thought ‘really? Not only don’t you ask me out after two years of drooling over me but you also go out with kids that want to suck your dick?’ He deserves it.”
Minseok taps his pen on the table like a judge bangs his gavel, as Kyungsoo ponders if the explanation is logical or not. He knows how crazy Minseok can get when it comes to Luhan, it’s just that the Chemistry Major has no idea because Minseok hides it very well. It would be interesting, now that Kyungsoo thinks about it, to witness Luhan’s reaction the day he finds out about the stupid things Minseok has done for him.
“And you’re going to fix this? How?”
Minseok raises a brow at him, always with that astute shine that never abandons his eyes. “He will.”
The second photo of Changmin happens on Wednesday. Luhan swears he once read somewhere that Wednesdays were the day with the highest rate of suicide, and now he understands why. He would be part of the statistics if it depended on Instagram.
This time, at least Changmin has a t-shirt on, which doesn’t mean the photo isn’t hideous by Luhan’s standards. The illumination is still scarce, and Minseok’s bed - undone, messy - is spotable behind Changmin and the books. To everyone’s eyes, it can pass as a photo taken during study time; Luhan thinks differently.
“No!” he screeches, slumping down on his chair, with his gaze fixed on the screen.
Yixing, reading on his own bed, sends him a glance before ignoring his misery. “Just log out.”
“Log out?” Luhan repeats, incredulous. “If I log out now, Changmin will steal him from me! Should I log out from Minseok’s life as well? Yixing, I can’t possibly log out from his butt too.”
Since Luhan’s able to see his friend rolling his eyes at him, he shuts up, even though he is sure he’s right. Yixing doesn’t help him with his silence, especially because he seems to think Minseok is as interested in Luhan as the first day.
“I have to win him back,” Luhan concludes a minute later, just when Yixing has just managed to focus on his book. “But how? He’s allergic to romanticism. And to casual dates. Damn, and to presents! He’s happy only when we’re on the bed? But I can’t just sleep with him like always because…”
Even though they sleep together from time to time, there’s no agreement to hold onto. Not to mention Minseok decides when they meet and when they don’t, and Luhan doesn’t have a say in it.
“Luhan,” Yixing cuts him off, shutting his book closed to glare at him properly. His glasses have slipped down his nose, so he puts them back in their place. “Minseok threw down the gauntlet, you can’t chicken out.”
This kind of advice sounds like it’s coming out from Jongdae’s mouth, and Luhan fears that this is the final effect of being around his boyfriend: Yixing is turning stupid.
Nevertheless, Luhan is desperate, and in his manual of ‘how to bang Minseok’ there’s a rule that says that one never rejects an idea, regardless whether it’s dull or not. “And then what? What do I do?”
“If Minseok sticks to Changmin, you stick to Jongin,” Yixing answers right away, grinning. “But you must never forget that Minseok is playing you, because if you start believing he’s really interested in Changmin, you won’t last a second in this competition.”
The plan doesn’t work.
Mainly because Jongin kisses him during the third day they spend together, and Luhan doesn’t push him away because, poor Jongin? He’s just a piece of a stupid fight between Luhan and Minseok, and here he is, thinking Luhan actually has a crush on him. Although he allows him to kiss him, later he explains to the freshman that he has mistaken his intentions. And fuck his life, because Jongin sobs like a kid.
Secondarily, because the news of Jongin’s heartbreak goes around their circle of friends and Minseok hears about it. It wouldn’t be a problem if Minseok listened to the whole story, but he is told only about the kiss in the halls, which apparently someone witnessed and then proceeded to spread.
Wait. Scratch that: the plan does work.
It’s just ten p.m. when Minseok knocks on the door, but neither Yixing nor Luhan know it’s him. If they knew, however, or if they had the skill of reading the future, Luhan would never have opened the door.
Pain hits Luhan before he’s even able to utter a word. Minseok’s hand finds his cheek, hard and tense, and Luhan has to turn his head because of the impact. He’s left breathless, a choking lump in his throat as the realization settles: Minseok has just slapped him.
Now this is a red alert, and not one of Jongdae’s stupid fake simulations. Yixing obviously catches the sign of the imminent war, because in no time he’s sliding through the door before Minseok decides to make him pay too. This is your fault, Luhan wants to yell at him, come back you fuckface.
“M-Minseok?” Luhan stutters, returning his eyes to the figure in front of him.
The smaller male has never flinched in a confrontation, and perhaps that’s why he drills Luhan’s chest with his index finger, clearly meaning to hurt him. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Although Luhan isn’t in a position to think, he still notices how Minseok avoids saying certain words. He doesn’t name Jongin directly because he doesn’t want to admit he’s dead pissed about the kiss, and this is a secret weapon Luhan could use. The disadvantage? He doesn’t have enough balls to defy the tiny man at his door, so he opts for shrinking back like a scared animal.
“I can explain it?” Luhan mutters, high-pitched voice that would suit more a screaming monkey than him. “And I’m sorry? I love you?”
The shock lands like a plane on Minseok’s face, or rather crashes against him. Those three words are sacred. They don’t say, or think, or know those three words. Minseok gapes at Luhan for a brief moment, and soon the gesture is also reflecting on the Chemistry Major.
“I love you?” Minseok repeats slowly, making Luhan wince as though he fears a punishment. But then a smirk grows on Minseok’s lips, and the red-haired man steps further and forces both of them into the room. “I knew you would lose, loser.”
Luhan doesn’t answer, mainly because he doesn’t catch the meaning of his words, and also because he has better things to worry about, like surviving.
It doesn’t matter that he has been having intimate relationships with Minseok for the last three years; they are meaningless when Minseok gazes at him like this, like he’s going to eat him and it’s going to hurt.
Minseok closes the door with his heel, and the dorm seems a lot smaller when Luhan is enclosed in it with this guy. Luhan goes backwards so fast that the backs of his knees bump against the bed and he loses his balance. It’s silly, really, that he ends sitting on Yixing’s bed like a kid about to receive a reprimand.
Amused, Minseok clicks his tongue. “Really, going around kissing freshmen?”
“I did not-“
Luhan isn’t able to explain the events, since Minseok makes sure to steal the breath from him. He isn’t aware of how it happens, but suddenly he’s being pushed against the mattress and Minseok is climbing onto him, teeth biting lips and hands that hold him still. However, Luhan tries to escape, because he’s supposed to be the one who is mad at Minseok, not the puppet that lets Minseok do whatever he likes.
“N-not on Yixing’s bed,” he stutters, as Minseok pins his hands over his head so that he stops moving.
That wasn’t what Luhan intended to say, but the pressure against his zipper betrayed him. It doesn’t help that Minseok is pressing his own bulge against Luhan’s, just in the way he knows that will make Luhan give up, hips connected and a satisfied smile on his face.
“I say where,” Minseok reminds him, and the upper clothes disappear under his request. He kisses Luhan’s chest, looking up at him. “And when,” he continues, unzipping Luhan’s pants and allowing the other to tug his trousers down, impatient. “And how.”
Yes, he does, at least when he’s completely naked and Luhan can’t form a mere logical thought. He just can’t, because his eyes travel to the tiny, yet round thighs, the smooth skin and the lips that he could taste for hours straight, and he loses his head.
“And you just say yes,” Minseok adds, bending down to press their lips together.
Luhan takes advantage of the kiss to grasp Minseok’s hips, enclosing him so that he doesn’t think about torturing and teasing him. He might as well try to leave him in the middle of the action, and it wouldn’t be the first time it happens. Minseok laughs softly before Luhan gets completely naked, cock laying on his stomach and impatient mouth searching Minseok’s. “How can you get so hard so fast?”
“It’s your fault,” Luhan says, defensive.
Humming, Minseok reaches for the forgotten pants and extracts the lube from them, and Luhan realizes right then that he has been tricked into sex. That he only needed Luhan to kneel down and apologize though he didn’t anything wrong. He fears for a moment that, now he has let go of Minseok, he will run through the door, but he doesn’t. Instead, seconds later Luhan has Minseok’s hand covered in lube and wrapped around his length, and he has to repress a small gasp at the sensitive touch.
Minseok gazes at him attentively, enjoying how easy it is to control him, and asks. “Am I the only one who gets you that hard?”
It’s difficult for Luhan to lie when Minseok’s hand moves in the right way around him; Minseok knows his weak points, where to touch and how, and even if it’s manipulative sex, Luhan can’t help but to give in.
There’s a silence in which Luhan fights for his pride, but then Minseok pumps him harder and his tongue is moving before he can stop it. “Yes, only you.”
The lust blinds Minseok’s eyes when he hears his wished for answer, and in no time he’s straddling Luhan and leading the tip of his dick to his entrance. “And why don’t you take me, then? Take me so that no one else can, and punish me if I let shirtless guys come in my room on purpose. And if I tell you you’re not worth it, prove me otherwise.”
Luhan is barely able to understand what Minseok means. He just gazes at the gap between Minseok’s thighs, and thinks about how much he wants to sink into him and make him know he is his. As Luhan moves his eyes up again, he finds Minseok sensually staring at him in an expression that half challenges and half begs him to make a decision.
He doesn’t hesitate anymore. Luhan grabs Minseok by the waist and forces him down, tight heat surrounding his length that leaves him numb for a moment. Minseok closes his eyes and holds onto his shoulder, parting his lips in a silent moan, and Luhan can’t resist the urge to kiss the underside of his jaw.
“Prove myself like this?” Luhan pants against his skin, enjoying the soft moan that leaves Minseok’s throat. “This is what you wanted from the beginning, didn’t you?”
Instead of responding, Minseok exposes his neck more so that Luhan kisses him, arms around Luhan’s neck as he starts moving slowly. The other complies, hypnotized by the pleasure that strikes across Minseok’s face every time Luhan enters completely into him. It’s almost weird for Luhan, how the bitchy, evil guy Minseok is turns sweet when he’s between his arms.
Luhan obliges him by going slow at first, hands securing Minseok’s moves because Luhan won’t last too much if Minseok puts all his weapons in action. However, after a few kisses, Minseok bites him hard enough to send a message, and Luhan loosens his grip automatically. Anyway, he holds Minseok against him, aware that he’s going to bear with him regardless.
He’s right, and Minseok just blesses him with a lazy groan before speeding up. His fingers claw onto his shoulder and back as he fucks himself on Luhan, fast and shivering in delight, and trying to stroke his own dick without success. Luhan loves Minseok like this, when he is so needy that he wants to do it all by himself, when he can observe him free from his calculated words and acts.
Luhan suspects that all the level is going to know about them being together, because Minseok starts moaning his name like a mantra, and Luhan nearly laughs in joy. He doesn’t though, and Minseok finds his lips just when he’s about to come, and even if he’d rather come while looking at the red-haired male, he closes his eyes. Those lips are everything he needs to come inside Minseok, and in the blink of an eye he feels Minseok’s cum against his stomach.
“Luhan,” he says once last time against his lips, serious.
This is Yixing’s bed, but Luhan can’t stop Minseok before he’s using the sheets to wipe the cum from Luhan’s stomach and from the inner side of his own thighs. A part of Luhan panics, yet he’s amazingly relaxed right now and Yixing doesn’t seem so scary from their current perspective. At least, not when Minseok flashes a wicked grin towards him.
3 months later
“What the fuck?”
“Who is it, this time?” Yixing pipes up from his bed, amused.
Luhan glares at him, for this isn’t a game or a joke and he feels like a stupid failure, to quote his dear boyfriend. Huffing, he grumbles, “Sehun.”
Minseok seems to like reconciliations too much.
AN: This was what I wrote to thank ShiningRose for beta'ing my fics, which is kind of ironic because she beta'ed this as well (sorry lol). I blame her for this and for writing Xiuhan!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Xiuhan.
Warning: lame smut, one sided Kailu (not sad, this is kind of cracky lol), almost invisible Chenlay.
Summary: ~3900w College AU! There are a few things that can get Luhan jealous, and one of them is Minseok posting photos of a half-naked Changmin on Instagram.
It’s midnight when Luhan, sitting around a bar table with Jongdae and Yixing, sees it.
“What the fuck?”
If this is what Instagram has to offer, Luhan thinks, he should delete his account right away. Anyways, social networks have never been his thing; he always looks like he’s trying too hard in his selfies, and he isn’t sure if it’s just him or if everybody else has noticed.
Minseok, on the other hand, is the king of Instagram. With nearly half of a million followers, he updates at least three times each day, which of course allows Luhan to stalk him and know what he’s doing when they’re not together. To his relief, Minseok ignores this fact.
However, Instagram has a bad side that Luhan has just discovered: the last image Minseok posted is a half-naked guy in a room with questionable illumination and clearly posing for the camera. Luhan and Minseok may not be boyfriends, and they may not even be fuck buddies, but Luhan considers this cheating.
They’re romantically together just when they’re physically together, Luhan knows it. He thought at the beginning of senior year that they should talk it out - they didn’t - since they’re already acting like a couple. Sometimes. Kind of. Well, they don’t make out with other people and that’s how serious they are to each other, but having into account how they were two years ago, this is a great advance. Luhan isn’t disposed to go back to the days when they spent at least four days a week in parties where everyone made out with everyone.
“I don’t want to destroy you,” Yixing tells him, peering over his shoulder to look at whatever has gotten Luhan mad. “But if he’s with that guy and they’re alone, he has totally fucked him.”
“He’s Changmin!” Jongdae announces next, and then bumps shoulders with Luhan until their friend is sandwiched between the couple. “He broke up with his long term boyfriend around two months ago? So yes, he’s living la vida loca now, probably got Minseok under him. Or on top, it’s la vida loca after all.”
This is not what Luhan wants to hear, of course. He throws his phone across the table, ignoring the indignant gasp from Yixing (“I bought you that for your birthday, treat it well!”), and releases one of his distinctive grunts. Perhaps because this is the third bar they have been at tonight, Luhan is careless enough to roll up his t-shirt and flash his stomach to his friends.
“Look at this, guys, I can’t compete with that,” he complains while tapping the flesh around his belly button. It’s not that he’s fat, not at all; but to be honest, he’s more on the ‘I only have abs because I’m skinny as fuck’ side. He has never been uncomfortable in his skin until Changmin’s photo appeared on Minseok’s Instagram, accompanied by 25.346 comments about how hot he is. “I know Minseok has better options than me, but I wasn’t expecting him to actually taking them.”
“Uh hu, red alert,” Jongdae mutters under his breath, putting some distance between Luhan and him.
Unlike him, Yixing isn’t heartless, so he tenderly squeezes his arm. “Relax, Luhan, we’re not going to develop body image problems all of a sudden, are we?”
“I could, though,” he retorts, squinting at the photo that he’s still able to spot on his screen. He should log out of Instagram, like seriously. And never stalk Minseok through this tactic because it has proven to be painfully discouraging. “Who has time to study and go to the gym, anyways?”
“Everyone except you?”
Jongdae doesn’t have bad intentions when he answers these type of things, he really does it without thinking first. Luhan glares at him regardless, takes one of the fries in front of him and eats it as if it was Jongdae’s head. He would choose fries over gym anytime, and he has still managed to land Minseok without putting a foot in there. And at least he has been pretty successful at college until now, not that he will try to discover how Changmin is carrying his own major. He’d rather avoid the upcoming depression he would have if Changmin happens to be better than him at everything.
“I should tell him he’s not allowed to meet other guys alone,” Luhan stubbornly insists.
Yixing laughs as if he was hearing the best joke ever, but it takes him a pair of seconds to realize Luhan isn’t joking. “Do you want advice? Pay for your life insurance first.”
One could say Luhan is the vindictive type, but to him his behaviour is completely justified. That’s why, the next day, he takes a photo with an adorable freshman called Jongin, and needless to say, he posts it on his almost abandoned Instagram. He makes sure to press his cheek against Jongin’s, the boy seems content with the attention and the selfie comes out wonderful.
Jongin likes the photo right away and leaves a comment (“Hyung it was so fun to hang out with you! Let’s do it agaaaaain”). Apart from him, only Yixing likes it, and Jongdae is decent enough to post a comment about how he shouldn’t take photos with handsome people because he looks even uglier than usual. Hours later, Luhan knows his plan has worked, for Minseok appears and just types ‘?????’ and nothing more.
They don’t call each other for two days, like a silent argument whose signs Luhan recognizes. It’s not fair though that Minseok is allowed to get jealous of Jongin, not after what he has posted on his own account. Although perhaps Minseok’s irritation has to do with the fact that Jongin may or may not have not crushed on Luhan for months now.
It’s on Monday when Luhan finally runs into Minseok. He’s in the corridor to Organometallic Chemistry, where Luhan is heading to, and it’s hard not to catch the heap of red hair that Minseok has. He’s currently in front of a vending machine, Kyungsoo by his side pressing buttons and laughing presumably because they don’t know how to use the machine. It’s kind of funny really that after three years they can’t still control a simple vending machine even if both of them are Computing Majors.
Their ineptitude has Luhan smiling all the way to them, but then Minseok turns around and locks eyes with him, and Luhan remembers. He isn’t going to be fooled by those sly eyes or the devilish grin striking across his face, not if he recalls that certain Instagram photo.
“Luhan!” the red-haired male greets him, waving. On the other hand, Kyungsoo just spares him an uninterested glance and keeps fighting with the vending machine.
Luhan promised himself he would be rigid with Minseok this time, but as soon as he halts in front of him, Minseok leans for a kiss. And he wants to push him away and be faithful to himself, but he can’t. It’s not his fault, and he blames Minseok’s lips instead because who has lips like that? All shaped and soft?
However, when Minseok pulls away, he’s scrunching his nose as if he had tasted something awful. “You smell like a freshman.”
“How does that smell?” Luhan asks, not sure if this is offensive or not. Does he smell like first day nerves and sweat?
Minseok grins at him, and it’s one of his diabolic gestures which made Luhan fall for him like a fool years ago. The prey and the predator, he guesses.
“Like desperation,” shoots Minseok, merciless. The response transforms Luhan’s face into pure hurt, as though he has received a hit on his private parts. Minseok removes the smile from his face, blinking with faked innocence. “Did Changmin get you that jealous, Luhan?”
Oh, he can hear Kyungsoo snickering right next to them, Luhan’s not that deaf. It’s great because apparently everyone knows he’s a loser whom Minseok has left for a gym rat.
“I wasn’t jealous,” he clarifies, arms crossed over his chest. Is he late for Organometallic Chemistry? Yes. Does that matter right now? No, because he has to defend his honor and punch Kyungsoo in the stomach and give Minseok a lesson. “At all! But don’t you think that it’s a bit indecent to be…”
Minseok never gets to be slut-shamed, as much as he wouldn’t have minded, since it’s obvious Luhan is just mad at him for flirting with other people. Sometimes he forgets Minseok is smarter than him - at least when it comes to verbal fighting - and that when Minseok asks, Luhan must shut up. Or get ready to be humiliated.
“You weren’t? Well, you should.”
Minseok steps back, smiling again, and within a second he and a laughing Kyungsoo are walking away from him.
Ouch.
“You’re the devil,” Kyungsoo congratulates Minseok hours later while they’re in an isolated corner of the study room. Fortunately, there’s no one else who could be bothered by the two chatting males, so they have nothing to worry about. “Not that I’m complaining, but why are you doing this to Luhan?”
“It’s funny, isn’t it?” Minseok asks, and Kyungsoo nods excitedly. He’s a friend who would never deny the pleasure of torturing people he cares the most about. Kyungsoo invented that. “I didn’t do it on purpose at first. But then Luhan went into dumb mode and posted a photo with Jongin, and I thought ‘really? Not only don’t you ask me out after two years of drooling over me but you also go out with kids that want to suck your dick?’ He deserves it.”
Minseok taps his pen on the table like a judge bangs his gavel, as Kyungsoo ponders if the explanation is logical or not. He knows how crazy Minseok can get when it comes to Luhan, it’s just that the Chemistry Major has no idea because Minseok hides it very well. It would be interesting, now that Kyungsoo thinks about it, to witness Luhan’s reaction the day he finds out about the stupid things Minseok has done for him.
“And you’re going to fix this? How?”
Minseok raises a brow at him, always with that astute shine that never abandons his eyes. “He will.”
The second photo of Changmin happens on Wednesday. Luhan swears he once read somewhere that Wednesdays were the day with the highest rate of suicide, and now he understands why. He would be part of the statistics if it depended on Instagram.
This time, at least Changmin has a t-shirt on, which doesn’t mean the photo isn’t hideous by Luhan’s standards. The illumination is still scarce, and Minseok’s bed - undone, messy - is spotable behind Changmin and the books. To everyone’s eyes, it can pass as a photo taken during study time; Luhan thinks differently.
“No!” he screeches, slumping down on his chair, with his gaze fixed on the screen.
Yixing, reading on his own bed, sends him a glance before ignoring his misery. “Just log out.”
“Log out?” Luhan repeats, incredulous. “If I log out now, Changmin will steal him from me! Should I log out from Minseok’s life as well? Yixing, I can’t possibly log out from his butt too.”
Since Luhan’s able to see his friend rolling his eyes at him, he shuts up, even though he is sure he’s right. Yixing doesn’t help him with his silence, especially because he seems to think Minseok is as interested in Luhan as the first day.
“I have to win him back,” Luhan concludes a minute later, just when Yixing has just managed to focus on his book. “But how? He’s allergic to romanticism. And to casual dates. Damn, and to presents! He’s happy only when we’re on the bed? But I can’t just sleep with him like always because…”
Even though they sleep together from time to time, there’s no agreement to hold onto. Not to mention Minseok decides when they meet and when they don’t, and Luhan doesn’t have a say in it.
“Luhan,” Yixing cuts him off, shutting his book closed to glare at him properly. His glasses have slipped down his nose, so he puts them back in their place. “Minseok threw down the gauntlet, you can’t chicken out.”
This kind of advice sounds like it’s coming out from Jongdae’s mouth, and Luhan fears that this is the final effect of being around his boyfriend: Yixing is turning stupid.
Nevertheless, Luhan is desperate, and in his manual of ‘how to bang Minseok’ there’s a rule that says that one never rejects an idea, regardless whether it’s dull or not. “And then what? What do I do?”
“If Minseok sticks to Changmin, you stick to Jongin,” Yixing answers right away, grinning. “But you must never forget that Minseok is playing you, because if you start believing he’s really interested in Changmin, you won’t last a second in this competition.”
The plan doesn’t work.
Mainly because Jongin kisses him during the third day they spend together, and Luhan doesn’t push him away because, poor Jongin? He’s just a piece of a stupid fight between Luhan and Minseok, and here he is, thinking Luhan actually has a crush on him. Although he allows him to kiss him, later he explains to the freshman that he has mistaken his intentions. And fuck his life, because Jongin sobs like a kid.
Secondarily, because the news of Jongin’s heartbreak goes around their circle of friends and Minseok hears about it. It wouldn’t be a problem if Minseok listened to the whole story, but he is told only about the kiss in the halls, which apparently someone witnessed and then proceeded to spread.
Wait. Scratch that: the plan does work.
It’s just ten p.m. when Minseok knocks on the door, but neither Yixing nor Luhan know it’s him. If they knew, however, or if they had the skill of reading the future, Luhan would never have opened the door.
Pain hits Luhan before he’s even able to utter a word. Minseok’s hand finds his cheek, hard and tense, and Luhan has to turn his head because of the impact. He’s left breathless, a choking lump in his throat as the realization settles: Minseok has just slapped him.
Now this is a red alert, and not one of Jongdae’s stupid fake simulations. Yixing obviously catches the sign of the imminent war, because in no time he’s sliding through the door before Minseok decides to make him pay too. This is your fault, Luhan wants to yell at him, come back you fuckface.
“M-Minseok?” Luhan stutters, returning his eyes to the figure in front of him.
The smaller male has never flinched in a confrontation, and perhaps that’s why he drills Luhan’s chest with his index finger, clearly meaning to hurt him. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Although Luhan isn’t in a position to think, he still notices how Minseok avoids saying certain words. He doesn’t name Jongin directly because he doesn’t want to admit he’s dead pissed about the kiss, and this is a secret weapon Luhan could use. The disadvantage? He doesn’t have enough balls to defy the tiny man at his door, so he opts for shrinking back like a scared animal.
“I can explain it?” Luhan mutters, high-pitched voice that would suit more a screaming monkey than him. “And I’m sorry? I love you?”
The shock lands like a plane on Minseok’s face, or rather crashes against him. Those three words are sacred. They don’t say, or think, or know those three words. Minseok gapes at Luhan for a brief moment, and soon the gesture is also reflecting on the Chemistry Major.
“I love you?” Minseok repeats slowly, making Luhan wince as though he fears a punishment. But then a smirk grows on Minseok’s lips, and the red-haired man steps further and forces both of them into the room. “I knew you would lose, loser.”
Luhan doesn’t answer, mainly because he doesn’t catch the meaning of his words, and also because he has better things to worry about, like surviving.
It doesn’t matter that he has been having intimate relationships with Minseok for the last three years; they are meaningless when Minseok gazes at him like this, like he’s going to eat him and it’s going to hurt.
Minseok closes the door with his heel, and the dorm seems a lot smaller when Luhan is enclosed in it with this guy. Luhan goes backwards so fast that the backs of his knees bump against the bed and he loses his balance. It’s silly, really, that he ends sitting on Yixing’s bed like a kid about to receive a reprimand.
Amused, Minseok clicks his tongue. “Really, going around kissing freshmen?”
“I did not-“
Luhan isn’t able to explain the events, since Minseok makes sure to steal the breath from him. He isn’t aware of how it happens, but suddenly he’s being pushed against the mattress and Minseok is climbing onto him, teeth biting lips and hands that hold him still. However, Luhan tries to escape, because he’s supposed to be the one who is mad at Minseok, not the puppet that lets Minseok do whatever he likes.
“N-not on Yixing’s bed,” he stutters, as Minseok pins his hands over his head so that he stops moving.
That wasn’t what Luhan intended to say, but the pressure against his zipper betrayed him. It doesn’t help that Minseok is pressing his own bulge against Luhan’s, just in the way he knows that will make Luhan give up, hips connected and a satisfied smile on his face.
“I say where,” Minseok reminds him, and the upper clothes disappear under his request. He kisses Luhan’s chest, looking up at him. “And when,” he continues, unzipping Luhan’s pants and allowing the other to tug his trousers down, impatient. “And how.”
Yes, he does, at least when he’s completely naked and Luhan can’t form a mere logical thought. He just can’t, because his eyes travel to the tiny, yet round thighs, the smooth skin and the lips that he could taste for hours straight, and he loses his head.
“And you just say yes,” Minseok adds, bending down to press their lips together.
Luhan takes advantage of the kiss to grasp Minseok’s hips, enclosing him so that he doesn’t think about torturing and teasing him. He might as well try to leave him in the middle of the action, and it wouldn’t be the first time it happens. Minseok laughs softly before Luhan gets completely naked, cock laying on his stomach and impatient mouth searching Minseok’s. “How can you get so hard so fast?”
“It’s your fault,” Luhan says, defensive.
Humming, Minseok reaches for the forgotten pants and extracts the lube from them, and Luhan realizes right then that he has been tricked into sex. That he only needed Luhan to kneel down and apologize though he didn’t anything wrong. He fears for a moment that, now he has let go of Minseok, he will run through the door, but he doesn’t. Instead, seconds later Luhan has Minseok’s hand covered in lube and wrapped around his length, and he has to repress a small gasp at the sensitive touch.
Minseok gazes at him attentively, enjoying how easy it is to control him, and asks. “Am I the only one who gets you that hard?”
It’s difficult for Luhan to lie when Minseok’s hand moves in the right way around him; Minseok knows his weak points, where to touch and how, and even if it’s manipulative sex, Luhan can’t help but to give in.
There’s a silence in which Luhan fights for his pride, but then Minseok pumps him harder and his tongue is moving before he can stop it. “Yes, only you.”
The lust blinds Minseok’s eyes when he hears his wished for answer, and in no time he’s straddling Luhan and leading the tip of his dick to his entrance. “And why don’t you take me, then? Take me so that no one else can, and punish me if I let shirtless guys come in my room on purpose. And if I tell you you’re not worth it, prove me otherwise.”
Luhan is barely able to understand what Minseok means. He just gazes at the gap between Minseok’s thighs, and thinks about how much he wants to sink into him and make him know he is his. As Luhan moves his eyes up again, he finds Minseok sensually staring at him in an expression that half challenges and half begs him to make a decision.
He doesn’t hesitate anymore. Luhan grabs Minseok by the waist and forces him down, tight heat surrounding his length that leaves him numb for a moment. Minseok closes his eyes and holds onto his shoulder, parting his lips in a silent moan, and Luhan can’t resist the urge to kiss the underside of his jaw.
“Prove myself like this?” Luhan pants against his skin, enjoying the soft moan that leaves Minseok’s throat. “This is what you wanted from the beginning, didn’t you?”
Instead of responding, Minseok exposes his neck more so that Luhan kisses him, arms around Luhan’s neck as he starts moving slowly. The other complies, hypnotized by the pleasure that strikes across Minseok’s face every time Luhan enters completely into him. It’s almost weird for Luhan, how the bitchy, evil guy Minseok is turns sweet when he’s between his arms.
Luhan obliges him by going slow at first, hands securing Minseok’s moves because Luhan won’t last too much if Minseok puts all his weapons in action. However, after a few kisses, Minseok bites him hard enough to send a message, and Luhan loosens his grip automatically. Anyway, he holds Minseok against him, aware that he’s going to bear with him regardless.
He’s right, and Minseok just blesses him with a lazy groan before speeding up. His fingers claw onto his shoulder and back as he fucks himself on Luhan, fast and shivering in delight, and trying to stroke his own dick without success. Luhan loves Minseok like this, when he is so needy that he wants to do it all by himself, when he can observe him free from his calculated words and acts.
Luhan suspects that all the level is going to know about them being together, because Minseok starts moaning his name like a mantra, and Luhan nearly laughs in joy. He doesn’t though, and Minseok finds his lips just when he’s about to come, and even if he’d rather come while looking at the red-haired male, he closes his eyes. Those lips are everything he needs to come inside Minseok, and in the blink of an eye he feels Minseok’s cum against his stomach.
“Luhan,” he says once last time against his lips, serious.
This is Yixing’s bed, but Luhan can’t stop Minseok before he’s using the sheets to wipe the cum from Luhan’s stomach and from the inner side of his own thighs. A part of Luhan panics, yet he’s amazingly relaxed right now and Yixing doesn’t seem so scary from their current perspective. At least, not when Minseok flashes a wicked grin towards him.
3 months later
“What the fuck?”
“Who is it, this time?” Yixing pipes up from his bed, amused.
Luhan glares at him, for this isn’t a game or a joke and he feels like a stupid failure, to quote his dear boyfriend. Huffing, he grumbles, “Sehun.”
Minseok seems to like reconciliations too much.
AN: This was what I wrote to thank ShiningRose for beta'ing my fics, which is kind of ironic because she beta'ed this as well (sorry lol). I blame her for this and for writing Xiuhan!