[EXO] Not Just Yet
Title: Not Just Yet
Rating: R, implicit mentions of sex
Pairing: Kris/Luhan
Word Count: 2.1k
Notes: impulsive, self-indulgent and fragmented fic brought on by "In Time With You". Thanks to twin for helping me read through this, ilu v v v much :3
Summary: “Luhan is not a girl!”
It was early winter. All that remained of autumn were the dry brown leaves crushed under Kris’ feet with every step he took.
Given that there was only a short distance between where his car was parked and and doors of his apartment building, Kris had left his coat in the Bentley, “Fold it up neatly, Uncle Kim! I’ll have to use that again tomorrow. Luhan borrowed the other one last year and I don’t think he’s going to return it anytime soon.”
✧
Kris Wu was born into one of the richest families in China and after his father’s retirement, Kris took over the multinational Wu Corp.
At only 27, Kris showed the world what it meant to have the drive and determination to succeed. In a matter of three years, he expanded the scope of the corporations and he even bought a fleet of commercial planes. Everyone thought that the Wus, with hotelier roots, were bound to fail in the airline industry but Peony Airlines, under the careful and strategic planning of Kris soon became one of the top airlines in the world.
This airline was Kris’ pride and joy, aside from the booming business of their hotels all over the world. Not simply because he built it from scratch, but because of one very special person.
Luhan had grown up with Kris, waddling around in their walkers together and screaming. Luhan was the one doing most of the screaming while Kris was more of the pouting type, tripping over his little feet easily and glaring down at the floor when he fell.
This lack of coordination faded with the elder boy’s newfound love for basketball when he was 12 but Luhan never stopped the screaming. Which was good for Kris, because his best friend was a senior crew member in Peony and how bossy Luhan was helped with quality control for the crew on board every plane they had.
The petite boy who looked barely out of college was in charge of training every crew member they had, and the little perfectionist was probably why Peony had gotten worldwide recognition for the best service among all the airlines in the world.
Luhan got a huge pay raise and he spent it all on a trip around Europe with his boyfriend, Sehun, the one who really was barely out of college. But this Sehun boy was strange to Kris, he barely graduated from college and spent all his time in Luhan’s apartment, as if he didn’t have a home of his own.
But Luhan got upset every time Kris mentioned his suspicions about Sehun to him. “He’s my boyfriend! Not yours, Kris! I trust him, and he just graduated. It’s hard to find a proper job with the state the economy is in… He promised to try harder!” He’d pout and stir at his coffee, pulling his legs up to his chest. “He really loves me, Kris, and I- I think I love him too…”
Kris’d shrug and grab their cups for a refill, heart sinking at how well Luhan fit in his home because Luhan wasn’t his.
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A loud knock sounds and Kris sit up abruptly from his limp position on the couch, glancing at the clock. It was close to midnight and pouring heavily outside, who could it be?
Pulling the door open with half-closed eyes, Kris was about to tell the door-to-door salesman that no, he was fine without a special luxury stool or 100% hand-made teddy bears when he hears muffled sobbing.
Luhan was standing there, completely drenched, hair matted to his forehead and shivering to boot. He looked up at the blonde man with teary eyes, lips bitten red.
“Y-Yifan…”
“Are you stupid? You’re wet from head to toe!” Pulling the trembling boy in, Kris drags him by the wrist into his bedroom before grabbing a towel from his drawers. Luhan stumbles behind his best friend, trying to catch up with the man’s furious strides.
Reaching up to hold onto Kris’ wrists, stopping his movements in drying Luhan’s hair, the younger man sighs shakily, breathing interrupted by a hiccup now and then.
“I dumped him.” He didn’t wait for Kris to give him that I-told-you-so look before continuing with a shuddering breath.
“You were right. He was fucking some .boy in our home tonight… I went home early, wanting to give him a surprise and there he was on our bed, bouncing on the man’s cock and moaning so loudly. I just- I didn’t know what to do…” Burying his face into Kris’ chest, Luhan feels Kris’ arms tightening around him and he remembers why he’d decided to come here instead of going to Yixing or Baekhyun.
There was an inexplicable safety when he was with Kris, and even silence between them was comfortable. Llooking back, Luhan realises that for every milestone in his twenty-three years of life, Kris had been there, holding his hand through everything. From failed exams to weekend getaways in Qingdao, there was nothing without Kris in it, he was everything.
When he staggered out of the dark club, mind hazy with alcohol, Luhan just walked and walked and walked. And for some reason, he ended up at Kris’ penthouse, all wet from the sudden downpour and scaring Kris almost to death.
Murmuring softly into the soft cotton of Kris’ crumpled sleep shirt, Luhan breathed in the scent of his best and only safe harbour in this world, his best friend. “I should have listened to you... I- I’m sorry I never listen to you and when things go wrong, I come running back to you like, like you should be responsible for making me feel better. I’m sorry, Fanfan.”
The use of his childhood nickname and Luhan’s wide teary eyes gazing up at him made Kris’ stony expression soften as he ran a hand through the shorter male’s damp hair. “I want to be responsible. Luhan, this isn’t your fault and if I see that boy again, I’ll make sure he regrets doing this to you. It’s going to be okay, okay?”
When Kris gently grabs Luhan’s chin to have the younger look at him, he, in an impulsive moment, leans down to press his lips to Luhan’s with a barely-there sigh.
And Luhan doesn’t stop him, even pulling him closer, because this was Kris, and he’d never hurt Luhan.
✧
Blinking sleepily, Luhan burrows his face deeper into the pillows and pulls the comforter over his head, trying to block out the merciless sun. His movements wakes the man by his side up, arms tightening around the smaller male with a small groan.
“Stop fidgeting… And stop hogging the blanket, you’re too small to use the entire piece!” Kris’ low voice is the only sound in the deathly quiet room and Luhan sits up in shock.
Why was he hearing Kris? And while the sun wasn’t in the middle of the sky yet… Luhan was quite sure that he wasn’t prone to hallucinations.
Something was wrong.
He was not home, not in his cosy little apartment because this one very familiar room was bigger than his entire apartment.
And this particular room was designed personally by the person who lived here. His style was evident in the dark wood furniture with no frills. It was plain, minimalist, simple and dark. even the sheet covering his bare body was a deep slate grey. If the wall by his side wasn’t a huge pane of glass from ceiling to floor, letting in copious amount of light, the room would be more than suffocating.
Turning to look to his side, a very familiar side profile enters Luhan’s vision and his breath hitches.
Maybe if Kris wasn’t as naked as the day he was born, Luhan might have been able to shut his eyes and open them to find himself back at home. Unfortunately, Kris was as bare as Luhan and when Luhan tried the eye thing, he went nowhere but back onto the bed with a muffled hmph as the blonde man pulled him down for a searing kiss.
“Good morning, Luhan,” Kris whispers softly after pulling away from the younger male reluctantly. Luhan’s more than shallow breaths were a good indication that Kris did the right thing.
Biting down on his kiss-swollen lips, Luhan fists the sheets by his hands nervously as he looks anywhere but at Kris.
“D-Do you regret it?”
And the question Kris was dreading finally came.
He knew this was going to happen. Luhan was that kind of person to put all the blame on himself.
When they were in high school, Kris had gotten a whole week’s worth of detention because he beat up a boy who called Luhan a prissy girl. And his silly best friend went to the principal to ask for detention too because “It was my fault that you hit the boy! I-if I didn’t look like a girl, then he wouldn’t have called me a little girl and you wouldn’t have hit him!”
“I-I pounced on you, I’m sorry,I was drunk but- I knew it was you, so, I don’t regret it. Not in the least,” Luhan finally deigns himself to look at Kris in the eye, an apology in his expression.” I’ll go home now and we can forget this, okay? We don’t have to talk about this, I was the one who took advantage of you, I’m really sorry, Kris.”
And the contented smile on Kris’ face is wiped off immediately. He was the one who kissed Luhan, who pushed him down on the bed and who removed every wet article of clothing the younger man had on and now, his stupid best friend was the one who took advantage of him?
“Are you stupid? Lu, look, I was the one who stripped you a-and I was the one who refused to stop even with your incessant cries. This isn’t your fault!” He glares down at the boy, brushing a stray sprig of caramel hair that was sweeping Luhan’s eyelashes. The tenderness in that one action made Luhan’s heart skip a beat and he looks into Kris’ eyes with a slight whimper because Kris was just like that, all cold and fierce on the outside, but his care was shown in his gentle actions.
“Next thing you tell me, would be something like it was your fault Sehun cheated on you because you like being the bottom or because you aren’t the young college boy he was fucking,” Luhan opens his mouth to protest but is immediately stopped by Kris’ lips on his, tongue pushing into his mouth.
“Don’t interrupt me!” Kris narrows his eyes at Luhan’s mouth opening and he presses his index finger to red lips with a frown. “You’re not supposed to even be able to talk after that kiss. But I want you to know, that yesterday was a mutual thing, I wanted you and you wanted me. If we have to find someone to blame, then blame me. This isn’t your fault.”
Luhan’s lips curl up into a petulant pout and he scrunches up his nose.
“B-but-”
“No buts!”
“Fanfan…”
“Go back to sleep, Luhan. We can have a deeper discussion later, unless… You are too energetic and need some vigorous exercise to tire you out?”
A small squeak escapes Luhan when memories of last night and his begging surfaces in his head. With one push, Kris falls to his side and Luhan flips to his front, ass up in the air burying his face in the pillows, face burning with embarrassment.
Kris’ arms reach for Luhan’s waist, encircling the man to pull him closer, chin resting on the younger man’s head as his eyes slowly drifted shut.
✧
When Kris wakes up again, the room is bathed in moonlight and there is no warm body beside him. “Idiot!” He mutters, if Luhan had gone back to Sehun, Kris didn’t know if Luhan was the idiot or if he was the idiot for not stopping him.
Climbing out of bed and carding his fingers through mussed hair, Kris pads out of the room while on his phone, noticing no missed calls of any sort.
But his sinking heart seems to come back to life when he sees Luhan in his rarely-used kitchen, pale skin covered only by a flimsy apron he had no idea came from where.
“Y-You didn’t leave…”
Luhan turns back with a shy smile, setting the plate of fried glass noodles down on the table.
“Sit down, I made dinner. It isn’t much but-”
“I love it already. Lu, I thought you went back to Sehun…”
“You seem more like the girl now than I do,” He goes over to pull out a chair for the blonde man whose eyebrows were still knitted together.
Standing up on his tiptoes, Luhan presses his lips to the corner of Kris' lips gently. “Kris, I’m not going anywhere anymore, because I know now, I’ll always come back to you.”
✧
Maybe Luhan doesn’t love him now but Kris knows, Luhan just doesn’t love him yet.
Rating: R, implicit mentions of sex
Pairing: Kris/Luhan
Word Count: 2.1k
Notes: impulsive, self-indulgent and fragmented fic brought on by "In Time With You". Thanks to twin for helping me read through this, ilu v v v much :3
Summary: “Luhan is not a girl!”
It was early winter. All that remained of autumn were the dry brown leaves crushed under Kris’ feet with every step he took.
Given that there was only a short distance between where his car was parked and and doors of his apartment building, Kris had left his coat in the Bentley, “Fold it up neatly, Uncle Kim! I’ll have to use that again tomorrow. Luhan borrowed the other one last year and I don’t think he’s going to return it anytime soon.”
✧
Kris Wu was born into one of the richest families in China and after his father’s retirement, Kris took over the multinational Wu Corp.
At only 27, Kris showed the world what it meant to have the drive and determination to succeed. In a matter of three years, he expanded the scope of the corporations and he even bought a fleet of commercial planes. Everyone thought that the Wus, with hotelier roots, were bound to fail in the airline industry but Peony Airlines, under the careful and strategic planning of Kris soon became one of the top airlines in the world.
This airline was Kris’ pride and joy, aside from the booming business of their hotels all over the world. Not simply because he built it from scratch, but because of one very special person.
Luhan had grown up with Kris, waddling around in their walkers together and screaming. Luhan was the one doing most of the screaming while Kris was more of the pouting type, tripping over his little feet easily and glaring down at the floor when he fell.
This lack of coordination faded with the elder boy’s newfound love for basketball when he was 12 but Luhan never stopped the screaming. Which was good for Kris, because his best friend was a senior crew member in Peony and how bossy Luhan was helped with quality control for the crew on board every plane they had.
The petite boy who looked barely out of college was in charge of training every crew member they had, and the little perfectionist was probably why Peony had gotten worldwide recognition for the best service among all the airlines in the world.
Luhan got a huge pay raise and he spent it all on a trip around Europe with his boyfriend, Sehun, the one who really was barely out of college. But this Sehun boy was strange to Kris, he barely graduated from college and spent all his time in Luhan’s apartment, as if he didn’t have a home of his own.
But Luhan got upset every time Kris mentioned his suspicions about Sehun to him. “He’s my boyfriend! Not yours, Kris! I trust him, and he just graduated. It’s hard to find a proper job with the state the economy is in… He promised to try harder!” He’d pout and stir at his coffee, pulling his legs up to his chest. “He really loves me, Kris, and I- I think I love him too…”
Kris’d shrug and grab their cups for a refill, heart sinking at how well Luhan fit in his home because Luhan wasn’t his.
✧
A loud knock sounds and Kris sit up abruptly from his limp position on the couch, glancing at the clock. It was close to midnight and pouring heavily outside, who could it be?
Pulling the door open with half-closed eyes, Kris was about to tell the door-to-door salesman that no, he was fine without a special luxury stool or 100% hand-made teddy bears when he hears muffled sobbing.
Luhan was standing there, completely drenched, hair matted to his forehead and shivering to boot. He looked up at the blonde man with teary eyes, lips bitten red.
“Y-Yifan…”
“Are you stupid? You’re wet from head to toe!” Pulling the trembling boy in, Kris drags him by the wrist into his bedroom before grabbing a towel from his drawers. Luhan stumbles behind his best friend, trying to catch up with the man’s furious strides.
Reaching up to hold onto Kris’ wrists, stopping his movements in drying Luhan’s hair, the younger man sighs shakily, breathing interrupted by a hiccup now and then.
“I dumped him.” He didn’t wait for Kris to give him that I-told-you-so look before continuing with a shuddering breath.
“You were right. He was fucking some .boy in our home tonight… I went home early, wanting to give him a surprise and there he was on our bed, bouncing on the man’s cock and moaning so loudly. I just- I didn’t know what to do…” Burying his face into Kris’ chest, Luhan feels Kris’ arms tightening around him and he remembers why he’d decided to come here instead of going to Yixing or Baekhyun.
There was an inexplicable safety when he was with Kris, and even silence between them was comfortable. Llooking back, Luhan realises that for every milestone in his twenty-three years of life, Kris had been there, holding his hand through everything. From failed exams to weekend getaways in Qingdao, there was nothing without Kris in it, he was everything.
When he staggered out of the dark club, mind hazy with alcohol, Luhan just walked and walked and walked. And for some reason, he ended up at Kris’ penthouse, all wet from the sudden downpour and scaring Kris almost to death.
Murmuring softly into the soft cotton of Kris’ crumpled sleep shirt, Luhan breathed in the scent of his best and only safe harbour in this world, his best friend. “I should have listened to you... I- I’m sorry I never listen to you and when things go wrong, I come running back to you like, like you should be responsible for making me feel better. I’m sorry, Fanfan.”
The use of his childhood nickname and Luhan’s wide teary eyes gazing up at him made Kris’ stony expression soften as he ran a hand through the shorter male’s damp hair. “I want to be responsible. Luhan, this isn’t your fault and if I see that boy again, I’ll make sure he regrets doing this to you. It’s going to be okay, okay?”
When Kris gently grabs Luhan’s chin to have the younger look at him, he, in an impulsive moment, leans down to press his lips to Luhan’s with a barely-there sigh.
And Luhan doesn’t stop him, even pulling him closer, because this was Kris, and he’d never hurt Luhan.
✧
Blinking sleepily, Luhan burrows his face deeper into the pillows and pulls the comforter over his head, trying to block out the merciless sun. His movements wakes the man by his side up, arms tightening around the smaller male with a small groan.
“Stop fidgeting… And stop hogging the blanket, you’re too small to use the entire piece!” Kris’ low voice is the only sound in the deathly quiet room and Luhan sits up in shock.
Why was he hearing Kris? And while the sun wasn’t in the middle of the sky yet… Luhan was quite sure that he wasn’t prone to hallucinations.
Something was wrong.
He was not home, not in his cosy little apartment because this one very familiar room was bigger than his entire apartment.
And this particular room was designed personally by the person who lived here. His style was evident in the dark wood furniture with no frills. It was plain, minimalist, simple and dark. even the sheet covering his bare body was a deep slate grey. If the wall by his side wasn’t a huge pane of glass from ceiling to floor, letting in copious amount of light, the room would be more than suffocating.
Turning to look to his side, a very familiar side profile enters Luhan’s vision and his breath hitches.
Maybe if Kris wasn’t as naked as the day he was born, Luhan might have been able to shut his eyes and open them to find himself back at home. Unfortunately, Kris was as bare as Luhan and when Luhan tried the eye thing, he went nowhere but back onto the bed with a muffled hmph as the blonde man pulled him down for a searing kiss.
“Good morning, Luhan,” Kris whispers softly after pulling away from the younger male reluctantly. Luhan’s more than shallow breaths were a good indication that Kris did the right thing.
Biting down on his kiss-swollen lips, Luhan fists the sheets by his hands nervously as he looks anywhere but at Kris.
“D-Do you regret it?”
And the question Kris was dreading finally came.
He knew this was going to happen. Luhan was that kind of person to put all the blame on himself.
When they were in high school, Kris had gotten a whole week’s worth of detention because he beat up a boy who called Luhan a prissy girl. And his silly best friend went to the principal to ask for detention too because “It was my fault that you hit the boy! I-if I didn’t look like a girl, then he wouldn’t have called me a little girl and you wouldn’t have hit him!”
“I-I pounced on you, I’m sorry,I was drunk but- I knew it was you, so, I don’t regret it. Not in the least,” Luhan finally deigns himself to look at Kris in the eye, an apology in his expression.” I’ll go home now and we can forget this, okay? We don’t have to talk about this, I was the one who took advantage of you, I’m really sorry, Kris.”
And the contented smile on Kris’ face is wiped off immediately. He was the one who kissed Luhan, who pushed him down on the bed and who removed every wet article of clothing the younger man had on and now, his stupid best friend was the one who took advantage of him?
“Are you stupid? Lu, look, I was the one who stripped you a-and I was the one who refused to stop even with your incessant cries. This isn’t your fault!” He glares down at the boy, brushing a stray sprig of caramel hair that was sweeping Luhan’s eyelashes. The tenderness in that one action made Luhan’s heart skip a beat and he looks into Kris’ eyes with a slight whimper because Kris was just like that, all cold and fierce on the outside, but his care was shown in his gentle actions.
“Next thing you tell me, would be something like it was your fault Sehun cheated on you because you like being the bottom or because you aren’t the young college boy he was fucking,” Luhan opens his mouth to protest but is immediately stopped by Kris’ lips on his, tongue pushing into his mouth.
“Don’t interrupt me!” Kris narrows his eyes at Luhan’s mouth opening and he presses his index finger to red lips with a frown. “You’re not supposed to even be able to talk after that kiss. But I want you to know, that yesterday was a mutual thing, I wanted you and you wanted me. If we have to find someone to blame, then blame me. This isn’t your fault.”
Luhan’s lips curl up into a petulant pout and he scrunches up his nose.
“B-but-”
“No buts!”
“Fanfan…”
“Go back to sleep, Luhan. We can have a deeper discussion later, unless… You are too energetic and need some vigorous exercise to tire you out?”
A small squeak escapes Luhan when memories of last night and his begging surfaces in his head. With one push, Kris falls to his side and Luhan flips to his front, ass up in the air burying his face in the pillows, face burning with embarrassment.
Kris’ arms reach for Luhan’s waist, encircling the man to pull him closer, chin resting on the younger man’s head as his eyes slowly drifted shut.
✧
When Kris wakes up again, the room is bathed in moonlight and there is no warm body beside him. “Idiot!” He mutters, if Luhan had gone back to Sehun, Kris didn’t know if Luhan was the idiot or if he was the idiot for not stopping him.
Climbing out of bed and carding his fingers through mussed hair, Kris pads out of the room while on his phone, noticing no missed calls of any sort.
But his sinking heart seems to come back to life when he sees Luhan in his rarely-used kitchen, pale skin covered only by a flimsy apron he had no idea came from where.
“Y-You didn’t leave…”
Luhan turns back with a shy smile, setting the plate of fried glass noodles down on the table.
“Sit down, I made dinner. It isn’t much but-”
“I love it already. Lu, I thought you went back to Sehun…”
“You seem more like the girl now than I do,” He goes over to pull out a chair for the blonde man whose eyebrows were still knitted together.
Standing up on his tiptoes, Luhan presses his lips to the corner of Kris' lips gently. “Kris, I’m not going anywhere anymore, because I know now, I’ll always come back to you.”
✧
Maybe Luhan doesn’t love him now but Kris knows, Luhan just doesn’t love him yet.