chubby honey bunny: all grown up
chb: all grown up
luhan/xiumin, implied yunho/jaejoong
general / pg13 / oneshot
Minseok might just be in love.
sorry to disappoint, guys. this ain't yunjae.
hi. so this is in the chubby honey bunny verse. if you don't want to read it, that's fine, but i suggest you do :) basically this is about teenage minseok and his love life. it's in his pov.
→ fatso | boyfriend over job | trouble in paradise | joongievator | hi, hello | lonely momo | mama | we could be in love | weekend parents | get some and then get dumped | okinawa baby (part i)
If there is one thing I wanted to do so bad at the moment, it's to hit my seatmate just so he'd stop poking my arm. He'd been doing nothing but piss me off all morning. I'm the solution to his boredom, apparently so. No, he did not tell me, I just assumed. It's pretty much like that anyway.
Asshole.
Oops. Can't let my parents hear that or I'd never hear the end of it. Specially my papa. I once told my childhood friend she's stupid and he made me go on timeout. I faced the wall for about thirty minutes. Thirty because I was fourteen and I can handle timeout longer than fifteen minutes. Yes, fourteen. It was only two years ago.
I found it weird and unfair though, because my papa curses like it's nobody's business and my mama isn't even putting him on timeout. I suppose it's an adult thing. Is it?
Well, adults are very unfair.
They won't even let me drink soda without making me drink lots and lots of water afterwards. They claim it's because we need to watch my weight and be healthy. Yeah, actually, I could tell I'm getting bigger everyday. Just like my mama. But my mama is special. He... yes, he... he is a squishy ball for life and I'm not even complaining because that just means papa and I have our own real life teddy bear. He's so warm and fluffy and all sorts of cuddly. That's my mama Yunho. I love him and my papa Jaejoong. They are very nice and I'm going to love them forever because they took me in and treated me like their own baby.
I knew I'm adopted ever since, and it didn't bother me one bit. Why would it? I should be thankful that they wanted someone like me to be their child. And I am very thankful for that. Not that I'd tell them that. I'm too shy, heh.
I ju--
Ouch!
Did someone just pinch my arm? I turned my head to the side and frowned at the sight of the Chinese boy who kept on bothering me. "Will you quit it?" I hissed. My patience is running thin and I don't want to resort to violence just to make him stop. I don't want to get in trouble because of someone like him.
"Make me." he replied rather cockily.
Make him? Make him? Ooh I take it back. I don't even care about detention anymore. Before I could stop myself-- I wasn't even planning to -- I reached out to poke him in the eyes. Twice.
Hah, served him right.
One point for Jung Minseok!
He was brought to the infirmary, but the thing is, he didn't even tell the teacher it was my fault. He said he accidentally poked himself in the eyes which made a few laugh and snicker at his stupidity. I suddenly felt so bad and wanted to out myself but then I'm scared. I said I don't care about getting in trouble anymore but the truth is, I still care. I would forever care because disappointing my parents was never in my to do list.
With the excuse of going to the bathroom, I took a right turn instead of a left and headed towards the infirmary. I found him there, lying on the bed, two ice packs on his eyes. I sighed. Goodness gracious, what have I done.
I slowly approached him, swatted his hands away without a word and held the ice packs gently for him. "If that's your way of apologizing then it's very cute."
"Be quiet."
"How can I be quiet when you're here, in the flesh, tending to my wounds." His lips curled up in a smile.
"You are not wounded."
"Yes I am."
"No you--"
"Boys," the nurse interrupted. Eh, I didn't even notice she's here. "Some students are sleeping, please tone down your voices."
I nodded and smiled albeit forced.
The Chinese boy's name is Lu Han.
I remember the first time I saw him in class. He introduced himself and I could not help but silently question the construction of his name. He said his name is Lu Han. I had no idea whether his name is Han or Lu. I figured it's the latter and I was right. Weird, isn't it? I'm not sure if I'd appreciate having a name like that.
Hi, my name's Lu. It's nice to meet you, you can call me Lulu for long.
"You're snickering."
I jumped in surprise. Eh? I blinked and realized he was looking at me with his sort of huge eyes, his hands on mine.
Wait, what?
Hands on mine?
I pulled said body part away from him hastily and asked what he was talking about because I sure as hell have no idea what it is. Snickering? I was not snickering.
Was I?
"You were snickering." What, is he a mind reader now? "No, I'm no mind reader. You're just saying your thoughts out loud and somehow that's kind of endearing."
"Who even taught you how to speak Korean."
He grinned. "I'm half-Korean, if you must know."
Pfft, whatever. As if I care.
Actually, I do care. I must. Now I could tell him off without wondering whether or not he could understand me. "Okay, that's good. Why do you keep on bothering me anyway? Do you think it's funny? Am I some sort of entertainment to you? It's getting on my nerves, you know. You are getting on my nerves."
"Well, ouch." he replied with a chuckle, the ice packs suddenly on the floor. It must have fallen off or something. "I wasn't really trying to bother you. All I wanted was to be your friend."
"Why?" I challenged. "Is it because I'm chubby? You want free passes to my fats? You want to squish and pinch and poke it whenever you want to and I won't get angry because you're my friend?"
"You're quite assuming, aren't you? If anything, I want free passes to friendship, not your fats. Why would I want them anyway." he said with a frown on his face. I really couldn't tell if he's telling the truth or not and I don't want to take the risk and find out.
I shrugged. "Whatever. You seem okay now, I'm going."
Without another word, I walked out of the infirmary suddenly feeling a little down. On my way back to the room, I bumped into Jongdae, my best friend. "Well, where were you teddy bear?"
Hmm, he calls me teddy bear because he claims I look like one. Don't mind him. He's a little loose in the head. "Why are you out here?"
"It's lunch time, if you haven't noticed."
Seriously? I didn't even hear the bell ring. it's not like I'm going to eat lunch or anything. I know papa hates it when I skip lunch but I feel like I'm just going to binge eat so I'd rather just eat nothing and drink water than stuff myself with food that would make me grow bigger... horizontally.
I know I sound like I'm super weight conscious... that's true. I guess it's because I'm scared to be like my mama. I just cannot go through what he's going through just because he's bigger than most people. I can handle some teasing here and there but public humiliation is a little too much for me. I don't know how he deals with it, although from his stories, it's always my papa who loses it. He defends mama from the bullies and I think it's sweet.
Papa gets into a lot of fights because of that. He sure doesn't mind creating a scene as long as it's for my mama. They love each other too much but sometimes they get sickeningly sweet towards each other. But even so, I think their love is amazing.
You may think I'm too young for things like this but someday, I want something as wonderful as that. I want to be in love, be it with a girl or a guy. Well, I'm not sure about my sexual preference yet but if the reason for my future happiness is a guy, then so be it. I'm sure my future self won't mind. It must not mind or I'm going to be in deep shit.
If I happen to fall in love, I want it to be with someone like my parents. Someone who loves me and is proud of me no matter how unattractive I may be.
"You seem to be in deep thought."
"Yeah, I was just--" I blinked. Eh? "What are you doing here?" I asked Luhan. Somehow, he managed to sneak out of the infirmary,
"Eyes don't hurt that much anymore and I felt like you needed company."
"Who are you to decide whether or not I need company?" I asked rather irritatingly.
He shook his head and replied almost inaudibly. "I'm no one." For some reason, he sounded sad. Real sad. "That's right. I'm no one." he repeated, louder this time.
In my whole sixteen years of existence, I've never felt so apologetic. Now that I think about it, everytime I notice him, I don't see him with anyone. I shook my head.
"No one is a no one... a nobody. Everybody is a somebody." At least that's what my papa told me "You might be a nobody to most people, but there is that someone who thinks you're somebody. His or her everything, even. So don't say that you're a nobody because that is not true."
My vision lands on his smiling face. He looked good, if I may say so. "Thank you, Minseok. That means a lot."
And that was the unconventional start of an unexpected friendship.
The first time I took him home, mama was horrified. He pulled me inside the kitchen and shook me none too lightly. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Huh? Meaning of what?"
"Does your papa know about him?"
I frowned. Him? "Do you mean Luhan?"
"Oh, so that's his name."
"Well, yeah. And no, papa knows nothing."
He sighed in relief, I'm guessing. "Good to know. He'll flip when he finds out you brought your boyfriend home."
"Why would he-- what, no mama! He's not my boyfriend."
Yet.
I wanted to add but decided against it. I don't want no drama, okay. I'll tell them when it's official.
Not that it will ever be.
☆☆☆☆☆
a/n: not proofread, like always. also, i'm extremely sleepy while writing this so i'm pretty sure there are a lot of mistakes. i just couldn't resist xiuhan okay. like they're just so adorable and since minseok is already yunjae's baby, why don't i write about him and his love life *O* anyway, what do you think?
luhan/xiumin, implied yunho/jaejoong
general / pg13 / oneshot
Minseok might just be in love.
sorry to disappoint, guys. this ain't yunjae.
hi. so this is in the chubby honey bunny verse. if you don't want to read it, that's fine, but i suggest you do :) basically this is about teenage minseok and his love life. it's in his pov.
→ fatso | boyfriend over job | trouble in paradise | joongievator | hi, hello | lonely momo | mama | we could be in love | weekend parents | get some and then get dumped | okinawa baby (part i)
If there is one thing I wanted to do so bad at the moment, it's to hit my seatmate just so he'd stop poking my arm. He'd been doing nothing but piss me off all morning. I'm the solution to his boredom, apparently so. No, he did not tell me, I just assumed. It's pretty much like that anyway.
Asshole.
Oops. Can't let my parents hear that or I'd never hear the end of it. Specially my papa. I once told my childhood friend she's stupid and he made me go on timeout. I faced the wall for about thirty minutes. Thirty because I was fourteen and I can handle timeout longer than fifteen minutes. Yes, fourteen. It was only two years ago.
I found it weird and unfair though, because my papa curses like it's nobody's business and my mama isn't even putting him on timeout. I suppose it's an adult thing. Is it?
Well, adults are very unfair.
They won't even let me drink soda without making me drink lots and lots of water afterwards. They claim it's because we need to watch my weight and be healthy. Yeah, actually, I could tell I'm getting bigger everyday. Just like my mama. But my mama is special. He... yes, he... he is a squishy ball for life and I'm not even complaining because that just means papa and I have our own real life teddy bear. He's so warm and fluffy and all sorts of cuddly. That's my mama Yunho. I love him and my papa Jaejoong. They are very nice and I'm going to love them forever because they took me in and treated me like their own baby.
I knew I'm adopted ever since, and it didn't bother me one bit. Why would it? I should be thankful that they wanted someone like me to be their child. And I am very thankful for that. Not that I'd tell them that. I'm too shy, heh.
I ju--
Ouch!
Did someone just pinch my arm? I turned my head to the side and frowned at the sight of the Chinese boy who kept on bothering me. "Will you quit it?" I hissed. My patience is running thin and I don't want to resort to violence just to make him stop. I don't want to get in trouble because of someone like him.
"Make me." he replied rather cockily.
Make him? Make him? Ooh I take it back. I don't even care about detention anymore. Before I could stop myself-- I wasn't even planning to -- I reached out to poke him in the eyes. Twice.
Hah, served him right.
One point for Jung Minseok!
He was brought to the infirmary, but the thing is, he didn't even tell the teacher it was my fault. He said he accidentally poked himself in the eyes which made a few laugh and snicker at his stupidity. I suddenly felt so bad and wanted to out myself but then I'm scared. I said I don't care about getting in trouble anymore but the truth is, I still care. I would forever care because disappointing my parents was never in my to do list.
With the excuse of going to the bathroom, I took a right turn instead of a left and headed towards the infirmary. I found him there, lying on the bed, two ice packs on his eyes. I sighed. Goodness gracious, what have I done.
I slowly approached him, swatted his hands away without a word and held the ice packs gently for him. "If that's your way of apologizing then it's very cute."
"Be quiet."
"How can I be quiet when you're here, in the flesh, tending to my wounds." His lips curled up in a smile.
"You are not wounded."
"Yes I am."
"No you--"
"Boys," the nurse interrupted. Eh, I didn't even notice she's here. "Some students are sleeping, please tone down your voices."
I nodded and smiled albeit forced.
The Chinese boy's name is Lu Han.
I remember the first time I saw him in class. He introduced himself and I could not help but silently question the construction of his name. He said his name is Lu Han. I had no idea whether his name is Han or Lu. I figured it's the latter and I was right. Weird, isn't it? I'm not sure if I'd appreciate having a name like that.
Hi, my name's Lu. It's nice to meet you, you can call me Lulu for long.
"You're snickering."
I jumped in surprise. Eh? I blinked and realized he was looking at me with his sort of huge eyes, his hands on mine.
Wait, what?
Hands on mine?
I pulled said body part away from him hastily and asked what he was talking about because I sure as hell have no idea what it is. Snickering? I was not snickering.
Was I?
"You were snickering." What, is he a mind reader now? "No, I'm no mind reader. You're just saying your thoughts out loud and somehow that's kind of endearing."
"Who even taught you how to speak Korean."
He grinned. "I'm half-Korean, if you must know."
Pfft, whatever. As if I care.
Actually, I do care. I must. Now I could tell him off without wondering whether or not he could understand me. "Okay, that's good. Why do you keep on bothering me anyway? Do you think it's funny? Am I some sort of entertainment to you? It's getting on my nerves, you know. You are getting on my nerves."
"Well, ouch." he replied with a chuckle, the ice packs suddenly on the floor. It must have fallen off or something. "I wasn't really trying to bother you. All I wanted was to be your friend."
"Why?" I challenged. "Is it because I'm chubby? You want free passes to my fats? You want to squish and pinch and poke it whenever you want to and I won't get angry because you're my friend?"
"You're quite assuming, aren't you? If anything, I want free passes to friendship, not your fats. Why would I want them anyway." he said with a frown on his face. I really couldn't tell if he's telling the truth or not and I don't want to take the risk and find out.
I shrugged. "Whatever. You seem okay now, I'm going."
Without another word, I walked out of the infirmary suddenly feeling a little down. On my way back to the room, I bumped into Jongdae, my best friend. "Well, where were you teddy bear?"
Hmm, he calls me teddy bear because he claims I look like one. Don't mind him. He's a little loose in the head. "Why are you out here?"
"It's lunch time, if you haven't noticed."
Seriously? I didn't even hear the bell ring. it's not like I'm going to eat lunch or anything. I know papa hates it when I skip lunch but I feel like I'm just going to binge eat so I'd rather just eat nothing and drink water than stuff myself with food that would make me grow bigger... horizontally.
I know I sound like I'm super weight conscious... that's true. I guess it's because I'm scared to be like my mama. I just cannot go through what he's going through just because he's bigger than most people. I can handle some teasing here and there but public humiliation is a little too much for me. I don't know how he deals with it, although from his stories, it's always my papa who loses it. He defends mama from the bullies and I think it's sweet.
Papa gets into a lot of fights because of that. He sure doesn't mind creating a scene as long as it's for my mama. They love each other too much but sometimes they get sickeningly sweet towards each other. But even so, I think their love is amazing.
You may think I'm too young for things like this but someday, I want something as wonderful as that. I want to be in love, be it with a girl or a guy. Well, I'm not sure about my sexual preference yet but if the reason for my future happiness is a guy, then so be it. I'm sure my future self won't mind. It must not mind or I'm going to be in deep shit.
If I happen to fall in love, I want it to be with someone like my parents. Someone who loves me and is proud of me no matter how unattractive I may be.
"You seem to be in deep thought."
"Yeah, I was just--" I blinked. Eh? "What are you doing here?" I asked Luhan. Somehow, he managed to sneak out of the infirmary,
"Eyes don't hurt that much anymore and I felt like you needed company."
"Who are you to decide whether or not I need company?" I asked rather irritatingly.
He shook his head and replied almost inaudibly. "I'm no one." For some reason, he sounded sad. Real sad. "That's right. I'm no one." he repeated, louder this time.
In my whole sixteen years of existence, I've never felt so apologetic. Now that I think about it, everytime I notice him, I don't see him with anyone. I shook my head.
"No one is a no one... a nobody. Everybody is a somebody." At least that's what my papa told me "You might be a nobody to most people, but there is that someone who thinks you're somebody. His or her everything, even. So don't say that you're a nobody because that is not true."
My vision lands on his smiling face. He looked good, if I may say so. "Thank you, Minseok. That means a lot."
And that was the unconventional start of an unexpected friendship.
The first time I took him home, mama was horrified. He pulled me inside the kitchen and shook me none too lightly. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Huh? Meaning of what?"
"Does your papa know about him?"
I frowned. Him? "Do you mean Luhan?"
"Oh, so that's his name."
"Well, yeah. And no, papa knows nothing."
He sighed in relief, I'm guessing. "Good to know. He'll flip when he finds out you brought your boyfriend home."
"Why would he-- what, no mama! He's not my boyfriend."
Yet.
I wanted to add but decided against it. I don't want no drama, okay. I'll tell them when it's official.
Not that it will ever be.
☆☆☆☆☆
a/n: not proofread, like always. also, i'm extremely sleepy while writing this so i'm pretty sure there are a lot of mistakes. i just couldn't resist xiuhan okay. like they're just so adorable and since minseok is already yunjae's baby, why don't i write about him and his love life *O* anyway, what do you think?