here in your arms [exo]
here in your arms
xiuhan; pg
in celebration of all the ridiculous absurdity aka this otp that happened in the past few days
When the MC signals for all of them to go up, Xiumin brings his arms lightly around Luhan’s shoulders at the same that Luhan sweeps his feet off the floor. Xiumin gives a bit of jump into it to make it easier on Luhan, and he feels Luhan’s soundless laughter against his neck. Luhan has to toss Xiumin around a bit to get him settled in a stable position, all the while the MCs check and tease the other pairs down the line.
They’re last in the lineup so there’s a bit of time as the MCs start to inspect the strategies and stability of each pair, starting from Chanyeol and D.O. Xiumin peeks out just enough to see that the MCs are taking their time.
“Want to know what they’re saying?” Luhan asks cheerfully, voice right up against Xiumin’s ear, as all of the translators have gone to help whatever pair is currently being interviewed.
Xiumin rests his head on Luhan’s shoulder, turning his face away from the audience, hiding it from the other members and MCs. He grins against the skin of Luhan’s neck. “Not really.”
He doesn’t have to see Luhan’s face to know that the other man is smiling, and his hands grip Xiumin a little tighter. “We’d better win,” Luhan whispers, turning his head so his lips are back against Xiumin’s ear. Their cheeks press together and Xiumin adjusts himself so that his one arm is wrapped fully and solidly around Luhan’s shoulders while his other rests in his lap, hand clutching at the bunches of sweatshirt on Luhan’s chest.
Xiumin raises an eyebrow, drawing his head back just enough to meet eyes briefly with Luhan. “Think that’s up to you,” he says, smiling impishly. Luhan grins and shakes Xiumin a bit, but Xiumin just grins back challengingly, unfazed.
“It’s a team effort, Kim Minseok,” Luhan shakes his head as Xiumin replaces his chin on Luhan’s shoulder, burying his face into the folds of Luhan’s collar. “We are one, remember?”
Xiumin snorts, breath puffing against Luhan’s face and he feels Luhan’s chest vibrate with laughter. “I’ll hold on if you don’t drop me.”
Luhan’s hands, one on Xiumin’s side and the other on his thigh, squeeze him lightly. “You think I could let you go?” he says, playfully incredulous, as the MCs move onto Kris and Baekhyun.
Even though Luhan can’t see it, Xiumin rolls his eyes anyway. “If I puke right now, it’s going to be all over you,” he says, “so don’t make me.” Xiumin resists the urge to dig his dangling feet into Luhan’s hip. “Let’s just win.”
“If we win,” Luhan’s tone is amused, “what do I get?”
Xiumin pulls his head back one more time, a smile full of teeth and gums all for Luhan. “You got to hold me, didn’t you?” he says, as Luhan stares, amusement turned into confusion, expression taken aback just slightly.
As their turn for the interview comes up, Xiumin squeezes his arms around Luhan’s shoulder the way Luhan had squeezed Xiumin teasingly earlier, and Luhan’s last loud laugh before the MCs approach them startles one of the translators.
xiuhan; pg
in celebration of all the ridiculous absurdity aka this otp that happened in the past few days
When the MC signals for all of them to go up, Xiumin brings his arms lightly around Luhan’s shoulders at the same that Luhan sweeps his feet off the floor. Xiumin gives a bit of jump into it to make it easier on Luhan, and he feels Luhan’s soundless laughter against his neck. Luhan has to toss Xiumin around a bit to get him settled in a stable position, all the while the MCs check and tease the other pairs down the line.
They’re last in the lineup so there’s a bit of time as the MCs start to inspect the strategies and stability of each pair, starting from Chanyeol and D.O. Xiumin peeks out just enough to see that the MCs are taking their time.
“Want to know what they’re saying?” Luhan asks cheerfully, voice right up against Xiumin’s ear, as all of the translators have gone to help whatever pair is currently being interviewed.
Xiumin rests his head on Luhan’s shoulder, turning his face away from the audience, hiding it from the other members and MCs. He grins against the skin of Luhan’s neck. “Not really.”
He doesn’t have to see Luhan’s face to know that the other man is smiling, and his hands grip Xiumin a little tighter. “We’d better win,” Luhan whispers, turning his head so his lips are back against Xiumin’s ear. Their cheeks press together and Xiumin adjusts himself so that his one arm is wrapped fully and solidly around Luhan’s shoulders while his other rests in his lap, hand clutching at the bunches of sweatshirt on Luhan’s chest.
Xiumin raises an eyebrow, drawing his head back just enough to meet eyes briefly with Luhan. “Think that’s up to you,” he says, smiling impishly. Luhan grins and shakes Xiumin a bit, but Xiumin just grins back challengingly, unfazed.
“It’s a team effort, Kim Minseok,” Luhan shakes his head as Xiumin replaces his chin on Luhan’s shoulder, burying his face into the folds of Luhan’s collar. “We are one, remember?”
Xiumin snorts, breath puffing against Luhan’s face and he feels Luhan’s chest vibrate with laughter. “I’ll hold on if you don’t drop me.”
Luhan’s hands, one on Xiumin’s side and the other on his thigh, squeeze him lightly. “You think I could let you go?” he says, playfully incredulous, as the MCs move onto Kris and Baekhyun.
Even though Luhan can’t see it, Xiumin rolls his eyes anyway. “If I puke right now, it’s going to be all over you,” he says, “so don’t make me.” Xiumin resists the urge to dig his dangling feet into Luhan’s hip. “Let’s just win.”
“If we win,” Luhan’s tone is amused, “what do I get?”
Xiumin pulls his head back one more time, a smile full of teeth and gums all for Luhan. “You got to hold me, didn’t you?” he says, as Luhan stares, amusement turned into confusion, expression taken aback just slightly.
As their turn for the interview comes up, Xiumin squeezes his arms around Luhan’s shoulder the way Luhan had squeezed Xiumin teasingly earlier, and Luhan’s last loud laugh before the MCs approach them startles one of the translators.