Secrets Worth Keeping: Xiuhan Side Story
secrets worth keeping: side story #1
Pairings: Xiumin/Luhan
Genre: High School!AU
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1, 920
prologue | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | {xiuhan side story} | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | {taochen side story} | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen
Minseok hears the bell sound, although the others don’t seem to notice due to being so caught up in their conversation about the zombie apocalypse. It doesn’t really bother him though because Lu Han is currently sprawled in his lap, a grin plastered across his face as he swats at Minseok’s hands. Zitao speaks for him a few minutes later, alerting the others to the end of lunch and there is a flurry of movement as they all get to their feet. Lu Han pouts for a second and Minseok bites back a smile at his expression.
“Come on,” he says and attempts to move, which proves rather difficult because of the heavy weight draped over him.
Lu Han sighs and rolls off him onto the grass, offering a hand out, which Minseok takes to pull him to his feet. Lu Han’s hair is less than perfect, sticking out from his head in odd curls. He blinks at Minseok who has to bite back a laugh at how completely ridiculous he looks. Almost without thinking, Minseok reaches over and brushes away a blade of grass caught in his hair with an affectionate smile.
The others have left, and he can see the back of Yixing and Wu Fan as they walk towards the building, their arms linked together, and Yixing’s head tilting dangerously close to resting against Wu Fan’s shoulder.
Lu Han starts to follow them when Minseok gets an idea, fingers reaching over to curl around Lu Han’s wrist and pull him back.
“What are you doing?” he asks, eyes questioning.
Minseok grins. “Let’s skip.”
Lu Han looks appalled. “Is Kim Minseok, the perfect teacher’s pet asking me to skip class?”
“Yes,” he replies, and it’s almost a dare, seeing how far Lu Han will go for him. There is a glint in Lu Han’s eyes as he looks over, and his lips pull into a smirk.
“Why not?” he replies, and links their fingers together, tugging Minseok along behind him as he skips away.
The school gates open immediately onto the sidewalk and they decide to go to the coffee shop down the end of the street because Lu Han has a sudden craving for a green tea latte and Minseok is really easily persuaded by his doe eyes.
“Aren’t you getting anything?” Lu Han asks as they sit inside the small cafe, sipping delicately at his steaming coffee to avoid burning his tongue. Minseok shakes his head and leans back in his chair.
“I’m not hungry.”
Lu Han slides his latte across the table and tilts his head towards it.
“Have some. I feel mean just drinking it in front of you.”
Minseok laughs but takes it anyway, taking a small sip before passing it back. A light blush rises across his cheeks when Lu Han begins to drink it again, right in the place that Minseok had placed his mouth only seconds before.
Lu Han looks almost surreal in the afternoon sunlight, golden orange streaking through his hair and softening the edges of his jaw and nose, casting hazy shadows across his face. It’s moments like this when Minseok feels a stab of self-consciousness somewhere inside his chest because Lu Han is nothing short of amazing. It takes him a few seconds to realise that Lu Han is watching him back, fingers curling around his drink.
He clears his throat and Lu Han seems to snap out of his reverie, eyes falling to the swirling green liquid in his cup.
"There’s a soccer match on tonight.”
Lu Han hums, his lips pressing into a wider smile.
“Did you want to come over to my house and watch it?” Minseok asks, seeing Lu Han’s eyes flicker up to meet his.
“Sure. We can let the others know after school an-”
“No I meant - what about just you?”
Surprise flashes in Lu Han’s eyes and Minseok feels his insides squirm.
“Just cause you know, we’re the only two who really care that much,” he says, feeling the need to expand on his words. There is also the fact that this means he will spend all of the evening alone with Lu Han, but that reason goes unspoken.
A series of emotions cross Lu Han’s face before he seems to settle on delight, his smile wide as it curves against the rim of his cup.
“That sounds fun.”
They lapse into silence for a moment, but it isn’t uncomfortable - more the sort of silence that falls between two people happy enough to enjoy each other’s company. Lu Han angles his head, resting it against the curled fingers of his hand.
“Do you think Wu Fan is hot?” he asks bluntly, the change of topic causing Minseok to start a little in his chair. He frowns and realises Lu Han is watching him intently, eyes searching.
“Not really. Why, do you?”
And there’s this sudden feeling of fear which strikes him because what if Lu Han likes Wu Fan and wants advice or something equally terrible. Lu Han shakes his head, which dispels his fears slightly.
“I think Yixing likes him,” he says with a grin and a loud whisper, as though it’s his best kept secret. Minseok raises an eyebrow.
“Really?”
“I’m ninety-nine point nine nine percent positive.”
Minseok lets out a low whistle.
“Wow. Although, it doesn’t really surprise me.”
Lu Han laughs and takes a long sip of is latte before making a choking sound as he looks at his phone.
“Shit, school is almost over. We have to get back there before it finishes so Yixing doesn’t realise I’ve skipped.”
Minseok slides out from his chair, pausing at the door as Lu Han hurries to catch up to him. Fingers curl around his hand and he squeezes back, almost a natural instinct now, something a little too comfortable for the both of them.
They walk along the pavement, Lu Han bouncing a little beside him, elbows bumping and shoulders knocking. After a few metres, he slows down to a normal pace beside Minseok, expression turning thoughtful.
“So pretty much everyone likes Wu Fan then,” he says, “I mean there’s Zitao, and Yixing, and then every single girl ever and probably even more we don’t know about.”
Minseok swings their hands beside them, not entirely sure where Lu Han is going with this.
“Maybe he’s magic,” Minseok supplies, completely unhelpfully.
Lu Han rolls his eyes.
“I just don’t get it,” he says.
“I don’t either to be honest,” Minseok says, an air of sarcasm to his tone, “I mean clearly I’m the most attractive guy in the school.”
He blows air into his cheeks and widens his eyes, in the imitation of something which resembles a puffer fish.
Lu Han looks at him strangely and then he is laughing so loudly that Minseok feels his heart beat falter for a moment before picking up again at double the speed. The corner of his eyes are crinkled, a sparkle within them as his lip tug up at the side, indenting wrinkles into his cheeks. As the laughter fades, now only a ghost in his smile, Minseok doesn’t stop watching.
Lu Han frowns, eyes searching and fingers tightening just that little more around his hand.
“What is it? Is something wrong?”
They’ve stopped walking now, just an awkward pause with their fingers entwined, hands dangling in between them. Minseok swallows and feels his throat tighten because he wants Lu Han to know how perfect he is, he wants Lu Han to know how amazing his smile is when his lips tug gently up at the corners, how perfect the curve of his nose is, the way his eyes turn into crescent moons when he is happy and how his eyes widen when he is confused. Like they are now, he thinks, as Lu Han blinks at him.
“Nothing,” Minseok says softly, and his heart throws itself against his rib cage. “You’re just so perfect.”
Lu Han’s eyes widen even further and Minseok sees the faint beginning of a flush creep across his cheeks, dusting his pale skin a light red. A shiver of anticipation makes itself known in Lu Han’s eyes and Minseok untangles his hand from Lu Han’s, bringing it up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing his jaw. He leans forward, slow and unsteady, watching the surprise in Lu Han’s expression and noting the absence of rejection before he closes the gap between them completely, kissing him on the mouth.
Lu Han tenses beneath his hand, but it only lasts for a moment because then he is kissing back, mouth moving, lips parting, heated breath trapped between them. He makes a low sound of approval in his throat and Minseok feels heat curl in his stomach because the sound is far more sensual than any sound he has heard before and it urges Minseok to press closer, hand curling around the nape of Lu Han’s neck, the other sliding across his hips and pulling their bodies flush together. Lu Han pulls away, his breath shaky and his eyes dark, lips slightly more pink.
“Minseok,” he says and there is a sense of awe in the way he says his name, of astonishment laced with confusion.
“I love you.”
The words tumble from Minseok’s mouth and he immediately regrets them, seeing Lu Han freeze and feeling a stab of fear in his heart. He wonders if he should back track, but his mind is blank and all thoughts of alternatives have been extinguished beneath the pounding of his heart.
He steps back and a sense of fear clenches around his heart because fuck, he can’t have screwed it up so soon.
“I’m sorry-“ he begins, blinking rapidly, “Just forget it.” He goes to move away, to run to hide, to do anything to get away from Lu Han but there are warm fingers clenched around his wrist holding him in place.
“Minseok,” Lu Han says, and his voice is deathly quiet, hovering on uncertainty. “Did you really mean that?”
Minseok feels an urge to throw up. “No I didn’t I-”
“Minseok.”
And then Minseok turns around to look at Lu Han, taking in the serious tint to his eyes, the lips open but unsmiling and the small wrinkle in his forehead that is one step away from a frown.
“Yes,” he decides, and hangs his head, feeling the fingers around his wrist tighten almost painfully. A choked sob causes him to jerk up in surprise and Lu Han is smiling and it’s so wide and perfect that Minseok wants to remember it forever.
“You’re an idiot,” he says, and it sounds almost annoyed, as though he is reprimanding a child. But then he leans forward and they are kissing again and Minseok realises that he is an idiot.
Lu Han pulls away, his heated breaths coming out in a series of puffs of air against Minseok’s face. His lips curve into a shy smile as their noses bump together, letting out an awkward laugh.
“I love you too,” he says and Minseok kisses him again until neither of them can breathe.
*
AN: finally my xiuhan bbs ;;
Pairings: Xiumin/Luhan
Genre: High School!AU
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1, 920
prologue | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | {xiuhan side story} | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | {taochen side story} | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen
Minseok hears the bell sound, although the others don’t seem to notice due to being so caught up in their conversation about the zombie apocalypse. It doesn’t really bother him though because Lu Han is currently sprawled in his lap, a grin plastered across his face as he swats at Minseok’s hands. Zitao speaks for him a few minutes later, alerting the others to the end of lunch and there is a flurry of movement as they all get to their feet. Lu Han pouts for a second and Minseok bites back a smile at his expression.
“Come on,” he says and attempts to move, which proves rather difficult because of the heavy weight draped over him.
Lu Han sighs and rolls off him onto the grass, offering a hand out, which Minseok takes to pull him to his feet. Lu Han’s hair is less than perfect, sticking out from his head in odd curls. He blinks at Minseok who has to bite back a laugh at how completely ridiculous he looks. Almost without thinking, Minseok reaches over and brushes away a blade of grass caught in his hair with an affectionate smile.
The others have left, and he can see the back of Yixing and Wu Fan as they walk towards the building, their arms linked together, and Yixing’s head tilting dangerously close to resting against Wu Fan’s shoulder.
Lu Han starts to follow them when Minseok gets an idea, fingers reaching over to curl around Lu Han’s wrist and pull him back.
“What are you doing?” he asks, eyes questioning.
Minseok grins. “Let’s skip.”
Lu Han looks appalled. “Is Kim Minseok, the perfect teacher’s pet asking me to skip class?”
“Yes,” he replies, and it’s almost a dare, seeing how far Lu Han will go for him. There is a glint in Lu Han’s eyes as he looks over, and his lips pull into a smirk.
“Why not?” he replies, and links their fingers together, tugging Minseok along behind him as he skips away.
The school gates open immediately onto the sidewalk and they decide to go to the coffee shop down the end of the street because Lu Han has a sudden craving for a green tea latte and Minseok is really easily persuaded by his doe eyes.
“Aren’t you getting anything?” Lu Han asks as they sit inside the small cafe, sipping delicately at his steaming coffee to avoid burning his tongue. Minseok shakes his head and leans back in his chair.
“I’m not hungry.”
Lu Han slides his latte across the table and tilts his head towards it.
“Have some. I feel mean just drinking it in front of you.”
Minseok laughs but takes it anyway, taking a small sip before passing it back. A light blush rises across his cheeks when Lu Han begins to drink it again, right in the place that Minseok had placed his mouth only seconds before.
Lu Han looks almost surreal in the afternoon sunlight, golden orange streaking through his hair and softening the edges of his jaw and nose, casting hazy shadows across his face. It’s moments like this when Minseok feels a stab of self-consciousness somewhere inside his chest because Lu Han is nothing short of amazing. It takes him a few seconds to realise that Lu Han is watching him back, fingers curling around his drink.
He clears his throat and Lu Han seems to snap out of his reverie, eyes falling to the swirling green liquid in his cup.
"There’s a soccer match on tonight.”
Lu Han hums, his lips pressing into a wider smile.
“Did you want to come over to my house and watch it?” Minseok asks, seeing Lu Han’s eyes flicker up to meet his.
“Sure. We can let the others know after school an-”
“No I meant - what about just you?”
Surprise flashes in Lu Han’s eyes and Minseok feels his insides squirm.
“Just cause you know, we’re the only two who really care that much,” he says, feeling the need to expand on his words. There is also the fact that this means he will spend all of the evening alone with Lu Han, but that reason goes unspoken.
A series of emotions cross Lu Han’s face before he seems to settle on delight, his smile wide as it curves against the rim of his cup.
“That sounds fun.”
They lapse into silence for a moment, but it isn’t uncomfortable - more the sort of silence that falls between two people happy enough to enjoy each other’s company. Lu Han angles his head, resting it against the curled fingers of his hand.
“Do you think Wu Fan is hot?” he asks bluntly, the change of topic causing Minseok to start a little in his chair. He frowns and realises Lu Han is watching him intently, eyes searching.
“Not really. Why, do you?”
And there’s this sudden feeling of fear which strikes him because what if Lu Han likes Wu Fan and wants advice or something equally terrible. Lu Han shakes his head, which dispels his fears slightly.
“I think Yixing likes him,” he says with a grin and a loud whisper, as though it’s his best kept secret. Minseok raises an eyebrow.
“Really?”
“I’m ninety-nine point nine nine percent positive.”
Minseok lets out a low whistle.
“Wow. Although, it doesn’t really surprise me.”
Lu Han laughs and takes a long sip of is latte before making a choking sound as he looks at his phone.
“Shit, school is almost over. We have to get back there before it finishes so Yixing doesn’t realise I’ve skipped.”
Minseok slides out from his chair, pausing at the door as Lu Han hurries to catch up to him. Fingers curl around his hand and he squeezes back, almost a natural instinct now, something a little too comfortable for the both of them.
They walk along the pavement, Lu Han bouncing a little beside him, elbows bumping and shoulders knocking. After a few metres, he slows down to a normal pace beside Minseok, expression turning thoughtful.
“So pretty much everyone likes Wu Fan then,” he says, “I mean there’s Zitao, and Yixing, and then every single girl ever and probably even more we don’t know about.”
Minseok swings their hands beside them, not entirely sure where Lu Han is going with this.
“Maybe he’s magic,” Minseok supplies, completely unhelpfully.
Lu Han rolls his eyes.
“I just don’t get it,” he says.
“I don’t either to be honest,” Minseok says, an air of sarcasm to his tone, “I mean clearly I’m the most attractive guy in the school.”
He blows air into his cheeks and widens his eyes, in the imitation of something which resembles a puffer fish.
Lu Han looks at him strangely and then he is laughing so loudly that Minseok feels his heart beat falter for a moment before picking up again at double the speed. The corner of his eyes are crinkled, a sparkle within them as his lip tug up at the side, indenting wrinkles into his cheeks. As the laughter fades, now only a ghost in his smile, Minseok doesn’t stop watching.
Lu Han frowns, eyes searching and fingers tightening just that little more around his hand.
“What is it? Is something wrong?”
They’ve stopped walking now, just an awkward pause with their fingers entwined, hands dangling in between them. Minseok swallows and feels his throat tighten because he wants Lu Han to know how perfect he is, he wants Lu Han to know how amazing his smile is when his lips tug gently up at the corners, how perfect the curve of his nose is, the way his eyes turn into crescent moons when he is happy and how his eyes widen when he is confused. Like they are now, he thinks, as Lu Han blinks at him.
“Nothing,” Minseok says softly, and his heart throws itself against his rib cage. “You’re just so perfect.”
Lu Han’s eyes widen even further and Minseok sees the faint beginning of a flush creep across his cheeks, dusting his pale skin a light red. A shiver of anticipation makes itself known in Lu Han’s eyes and Minseok untangles his hand from Lu Han’s, bringing it up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing his jaw. He leans forward, slow and unsteady, watching the surprise in Lu Han’s expression and noting the absence of rejection before he closes the gap between them completely, kissing him on the mouth.
Lu Han tenses beneath his hand, but it only lasts for a moment because then he is kissing back, mouth moving, lips parting, heated breath trapped between them. He makes a low sound of approval in his throat and Minseok feels heat curl in his stomach because the sound is far more sensual than any sound he has heard before and it urges Minseok to press closer, hand curling around the nape of Lu Han’s neck, the other sliding across his hips and pulling their bodies flush together. Lu Han pulls away, his breath shaky and his eyes dark, lips slightly more pink.
“Minseok,” he says and there is a sense of awe in the way he says his name, of astonishment laced with confusion.
“I love you.”
The words tumble from Minseok’s mouth and he immediately regrets them, seeing Lu Han freeze and feeling a stab of fear in his heart. He wonders if he should back track, but his mind is blank and all thoughts of alternatives have been extinguished beneath the pounding of his heart.
He steps back and a sense of fear clenches around his heart because fuck, he can’t have screwed it up so soon.
“I’m sorry-“ he begins, blinking rapidly, “Just forget it.” He goes to move away, to run to hide, to do anything to get away from Lu Han but there are warm fingers clenched around his wrist holding him in place.
“Minseok,” Lu Han says, and his voice is deathly quiet, hovering on uncertainty. “Did you really mean that?”
Minseok feels an urge to throw up. “No I didn’t I-”
“Minseok.”
And then Minseok turns around to look at Lu Han, taking in the serious tint to his eyes, the lips open but unsmiling and the small wrinkle in his forehead that is one step away from a frown.
“Yes,” he decides, and hangs his head, feeling the fingers around his wrist tighten almost painfully. A choked sob causes him to jerk up in surprise and Lu Han is smiling and it’s so wide and perfect that Minseok wants to remember it forever.
“You’re an idiot,” he says, and it sounds almost annoyed, as though he is reprimanding a child. But then he leans forward and they are kissing again and Minseok realises that he is an idiot.
Lu Han pulls away, his heated breaths coming out in a series of puffs of air against Minseok’s face. His lips curve into a shy smile as their noses bump together, letting out an awkward laugh.
“I love you too,” he says and Minseok kisses him again until neither of them can breathe.
*
AN: finally my xiuhan bbs ;;