WIP Xiuhan fic
This isn’t the first time Luhan meets Xiumin, he knows it isn’t.
The memory is vague, but perhaps it is still there. Beyond airbrushed features blown up billboards the size of Luhan’s house and magazine covers using Xiumin’s face to endorse products that are never as good as they look, there is something raw and nostalgic about “Korea’s National Treasure” Super model Xiumin. He tries to think how and where he would ever meet one of the most popular stars in Asia, but before he can grasp on to the feeling it is gone. It seems childish, but Luhan finds himself swayed by the familiarity of Xiumin’s appearance, before he knows what he has done he is already on the phone, informing Xiumin’s agency that yes. Xiumin has been selected as the new face of MCM.
Xiumin looks as if he had just stepped out of a Japanese manga. Long lashes that flutter above coffee stained eyes, cheekbones high; with pink pigment blooming across his cheeks. Innocence and maturity laced in a intricate pattern just above his skin, creating an aura of youth and experience. Luhan feels it again; a spark of recognition, but before he can identify it, the feeling is gone. He comes back to his senses after a brief handshake and he finds his mouth already on autopilot outlining the schedule of the project. Xiumin looks at him intently, but Luhan knows he isn’t paying attention , there is some familiar tell-tail sign in his eyes that Luhan thinks he has seen before, after what seems like an eternity he finally concludes.
Waving goodbye to the retreating figure, Luhan swears this is not the first time they have met.
-
"Hi! Luhan was it?"
"Yeah" Luhan says, but its more like an exhale of breath that has been held in for far too long. "Can I help you?"
"Actually yes" Xiumin's lips curl up. Delighted as if Luhan would never ask. And then he's closing in, hand wrapped around Luhan's own as he effortlessly backs Luhan up against a wall.
The delight in his eyes has long since dispersed, absorbed into the blindingly white walls of the studio. Lips still curled, like a python slowly suffocating its prey. And yes. Luhan has defiantly felt these hands before, long but thick fingers which seem to fit perfectly between the locks of his slender ones, that hold Luhan far to tight for his liking, but if it is Minseok than it's ok.
Luhan remembers sleepovers and lazy nights, their hands attract like magnets, silently finding their way between duvets and Minseok's obnoxiously large plushie of a dear that Luhan had given him as a joke (something about watching his boyfriend sleep), he never knew Minseok would put it in the centre of his bed.
Luhan remembers Minseok running tentative soft circles against the back of his own hand - Xiumin interlocks their fingers tighter and rubs small circles against Luhan's skin, his heart is screaming something that he doesn't want to hear, something raw and nostalgic and utterly terrifying.
Minseok.
-"coffee shop two blocks down, you should join me."
And Luhan remembers what he's doing, being pushed up against a wall by Korea's National Treasure; Xiumin. Xiumin is breathing hot air on the nape of Luhan's neck, and this is not fair because Xiumin -Minseok knows that Luhan's ears are unbelievably sensitive. Luhan shuts his eyes tight, because his limbs deny him the liberty to push this man away from himself. Xiumin's face slowly travels from Luhan's neck to the tip of his nose and before he knows it, Minseok is placing a hesitant kiss there.
It feels like he is back in high school, locking himself up in the bathroom with his boyfriend. Trying to steel a kiss, but when others are around Minseok has always been shy, even in the boys bathroom (which was totally unromantic in Luhan's opinion) Minseok was only daring enough to place butterfly kisses on his nose, before going bright red and smiling just wide enough that Luhan could see his canine teeth.
Luhan's eyes flutter open and instead of cute smiles and canine teeth he is met with Xiumin grabbing his hand and pulling Luhan towards the door. They pass a mirror, Luhan can see his dishevelled hair, unruly strands falling across his face, complexion red with embarrassment and eyes bewildered as they race to the door.
-
And offcourse Luhan shouldn’t know these things, he shouldn’t know that he's high school sweetheart is now sipping on a cappuccino opposite him, he shouldn’t have remembered Minseok's absent look he use to give Luhan during their tutoring sessions just before he was about to kiss Luhan for the first time (followed by many times after that) and Luhan should definitely not recall the seamless way Minseok's hand seemed to entangle itself with his own, or the small whirlpools of happiness Minsoek stirs up in his stomach as smooth fingers glide on the back of his hand.
For heavens sake, it had been 10 years. Luhan is suppose to know him as the flawless, airbrushed Xiumin, supermodel, National treasure who is so far out of his league that Luhan shouldn’t be able to see him. But he doesn’t, instead he sees Minseok, and it is absolutely absurd because he knows that he is not in love, his hands don’t get calmly when Xiumin's staring at him, so intently that Luhan wouldn’t be surprised if he was trying to reconstruct every patch of skin on his own face, nor does his heart start to pulsate electricity through his body, which usually makes Luhan feel nauseous and sick in one of the best ways possible.
No. Luhan is defiantly not in love, there is a sort of tense aura around them, Luhan feels unusually calm and somewhat awkward.
Minseok finally looks up and catches Luhan's eye, he winks. Luhan rolls his eyes.
Luhan has long since gotten over Minseok, what was once a flourish of adolescence and spring love has now wilted and aged to indifference and nothing more than a memory; perhaps yellowing around the corners due to lazy days Luhan spends romanticising his youth . Luhan wants to ask the man in front of him if he remembrs as much as he does but stops. If Xiumin remembered he would say something, provoking old me memories would only make things awkward between them which was not something he needed for the next two weeks of filming.
Xiumin tells Luhan that he wanted to be a lawyer, he took up courses in university and joined many fitness clubs, before he knew it he was scouted for a modelling company. "Guess they couldn’t resist me charms, eh?" he asks. Luhan rolls his eyes again. He never did like people who were full of themselves. And then he asks Luhan, he asks Luhan so many questions that he feels as if he's recounting his whole life story. Luhan starts his tale from college, encase any mention of high school will provoke any memories. He recounts that he had always loved the fine arts, so it really is no surprise that he is now a director . Minseok asks of his family and of his friends and everything in-between.
-
The next day Luhan finds himself in to coffee shop after work with Xiumin. The makeup from the shoot hasn't completely come off and Xiumin's eyeliner is bolder than Luhan's personality. Once again Minseok orders a cappuccino and Luhan settles for his iced americano, occasionally stirring the beverage now and again.
"So" Xiumin says, while pouring sugar into his cup. "Are you into guys?"
"What?!" Luhan asks startled, a few people turn their heads and Luhan can feel his own growing hotter.
"You know. Like are you gay? Do you like the D?" Xiumin smirks and bites down on his bottom lip.
"I don't think that is any of your concern" Luhan retorts trying to gain his composition and stop fidgeting.Xiumin hums in approval and a pregnant silence falls between them. Luhan sips his americano cautiously letting the bitter flavour dissolve in his mouth.
"You're very cute, I would date you." Xiumin says casually, the complement falling off his tongue with ease. Luhan blushes, partially because of the unease suddenly creeping up in his skin and partially because he realizes he doesn't get nearly enough complements to know what to do in this situation. So he just nods; as a symbol of understanding and a full stop to any sentence that has lingered for too long.
"So is that a yes?"
"A what?"
"Will you be my boyfriend?"
"No."
Xiumin looks taken aback before he regains his aura of confidence and licks his spoon thoughtfully.
This was an unfinished fic I did some time ago for a prompt Maybe one day when I don't cringe over everything I write I'll come back and finish this fic
sorry
The memory is vague, but perhaps it is still there. Beyond airbrushed features blown up billboards the size of Luhan’s house and magazine covers using Xiumin’s face to endorse products that are never as good as they look, there is something raw and nostalgic about “Korea’s National Treasure” Super model Xiumin. He tries to think how and where he would ever meet one of the most popular stars in Asia, but before he can grasp on to the feeling it is gone. It seems childish, but Luhan finds himself swayed by the familiarity of Xiumin’s appearance, before he knows what he has done he is already on the phone, informing Xiumin’s agency that yes. Xiumin has been selected as the new face of MCM.
Xiumin looks as if he had just stepped out of a Japanese manga. Long lashes that flutter above coffee stained eyes, cheekbones high; with pink pigment blooming across his cheeks. Innocence and maturity laced in a intricate pattern just above his skin, creating an aura of youth and experience. Luhan feels it again; a spark of recognition, but before he can identify it, the feeling is gone. He comes back to his senses after a brief handshake and he finds his mouth already on autopilot outlining the schedule of the project. Xiumin looks at him intently, but Luhan knows he isn’t paying attention , there is some familiar tell-tail sign in his eyes that Luhan thinks he has seen before, after what seems like an eternity he finally concludes.
Waving goodbye to the retreating figure, Luhan swears this is not the first time they have met.
-
"Hi! Luhan was it?"
"Yeah" Luhan says, but its more like an exhale of breath that has been held in for far too long. "Can I help you?"
"Actually yes" Xiumin's lips curl up. Delighted as if Luhan would never ask. And then he's closing in, hand wrapped around Luhan's own as he effortlessly backs Luhan up against a wall.
The delight in his eyes has long since dispersed, absorbed into the blindingly white walls of the studio. Lips still curled, like a python slowly suffocating its prey. And yes. Luhan has defiantly felt these hands before, long but thick fingers which seem to fit perfectly between the locks of his slender ones, that hold Luhan far to tight for his liking, but if it is Minseok than it's ok.
Luhan remembers sleepovers and lazy nights, their hands attract like magnets, silently finding their way between duvets and Minseok's obnoxiously large plushie of a dear that Luhan had given him as a joke (something about watching his boyfriend sleep), he never knew Minseok would put it in the centre of his bed.
Luhan remembers Minseok running tentative soft circles against the back of his own hand - Xiumin interlocks their fingers tighter and rubs small circles against Luhan's skin, his heart is screaming something that he doesn't want to hear, something raw and nostalgic and utterly terrifying.
Minseok.
-"coffee shop two blocks down, you should join me."
And Luhan remembers what he's doing, being pushed up against a wall by Korea's National Treasure; Xiumin. Xiumin is breathing hot air on the nape of Luhan's neck, and this is not fair because Xiumin -Minseok knows that Luhan's ears are unbelievably sensitive. Luhan shuts his eyes tight, because his limbs deny him the liberty to push this man away from himself. Xiumin's face slowly travels from Luhan's neck to the tip of his nose and before he knows it, Minseok is placing a hesitant kiss there.
It feels like he is back in high school, locking himself up in the bathroom with his boyfriend. Trying to steel a kiss, but when others are around Minseok has always been shy, even in the boys bathroom (which was totally unromantic in Luhan's opinion) Minseok was only daring enough to place butterfly kisses on his nose, before going bright red and smiling just wide enough that Luhan could see his canine teeth.
Luhan's eyes flutter open and instead of cute smiles and canine teeth he is met with Xiumin grabbing his hand and pulling Luhan towards the door. They pass a mirror, Luhan can see his dishevelled hair, unruly strands falling across his face, complexion red with embarrassment and eyes bewildered as they race to the door.
-
And offcourse Luhan shouldn’t know these things, he shouldn’t know that he's high school sweetheart is now sipping on a cappuccino opposite him, he shouldn’t have remembered Minseok's absent look he use to give Luhan during their tutoring sessions just before he was about to kiss Luhan for the first time (followed by many times after that) and Luhan should definitely not recall the seamless way Minseok's hand seemed to entangle itself with his own, or the small whirlpools of happiness Minsoek stirs up in his stomach as smooth fingers glide on the back of his hand.
For heavens sake, it had been 10 years. Luhan is suppose to know him as the flawless, airbrushed Xiumin, supermodel, National treasure who is so far out of his league that Luhan shouldn’t be able to see him. But he doesn’t, instead he sees Minseok, and it is absolutely absurd because he knows that he is not in love, his hands don’t get calmly when Xiumin's staring at him, so intently that Luhan wouldn’t be surprised if he was trying to reconstruct every patch of skin on his own face, nor does his heart start to pulsate electricity through his body, which usually makes Luhan feel nauseous and sick in one of the best ways possible.
No. Luhan is defiantly not in love, there is a sort of tense aura around them, Luhan feels unusually calm and somewhat awkward.
Minseok finally looks up and catches Luhan's eye, he winks. Luhan rolls his eyes.
Luhan has long since gotten over Minseok, what was once a flourish of adolescence and spring love has now wilted and aged to indifference and nothing more than a memory; perhaps yellowing around the corners due to lazy days Luhan spends romanticising his youth . Luhan wants to ask the man in front of him if he remembrs as much as he does but stops. If Xiumin remembered he would say something, provoking old me memories would only make things awkward between them which was not something he needed for the next two weeks of filming.
Xiumin tells Luhan that he wanted to be a lawyer, he took up courses in university and joined many fitness clubs, before he knew it he was scouted for a modelling company. "Guess they couldn’t resist me charms, eh?" he asks. Luhan rolls his eyes again. He never did like people who were full of themselves. And then he asks Luhan, he asks Luhan so many questions that he feels as if he's recounting his whole life story. Luhan starts his tale from college, encase any mention of high school will provoke any memories. He recounts that he had always loved the fine arts, so it really is no surprise that he is now a director . Minseok asks of his family and of his friends and everything in-between.
-
The next day Luhan finds himself in to coffee shop after work with Xiumin. The makeup from the shoot hasn't completely come off and Xiumin's eyeliner is bolder than Luhan's personality. Once again Minseok orders a cappuccino and Luhan settles for his iced americano, occasionally stirring the beverage now and again.
"So" Xiumin says, while pouring sugar into his cup. "Are you into guys?"
"What?!" Luhan asks startled, a few people turn their heads and Luhan can feel his own growing hotter.
"You know. Like are you gay? Do you like the D?" Xiumin smirks and bites down on his bottom lip.
"I don't think that is any of your concern" Luhan retorts trying to gain his composition and stop fidgeting.Xiumin hums in approval and a pregnant silence falls between them. Luhan sips his americano cautiously letting the bitter flavour dissolve in his mouth.
"You're very cute, I would date you." Xiumin says casually, the complement falling off his tongue with ease. Luhan blushes, partially because of the unease suddenly creeping up in his skin and partially because he realizes he doesn't get nearly enough complements to know what to do in this situation. So he just nods; as a symbol of understanding and a full stop to any sentence that has lingered for too long.
"So is that a yes?"
"A what?"
"Will you be my boyfriend?"
"No."
Xiumin looks taken aback before he regains his aura of confidence and licks his spoon thoughtfully.
This was an unfinished fic I did some time ago for a prompt Maybe one day when I don't cringe over everything I write I'll come back and finish this fic
sorry