[drabble] Hyung
Title: Hyung
Pairing: XiuHan
Genre: Non-AU
Length: approx. 900w
Rating: NC-17 (maybe)
Summary: minseok finds out about luhan's quirk
when minseok first meets luhan the syllables of his name are odd as it rolls off his tongue and luhan is weird the first time he says his name. "minseok?" his eyes are sparkling and his mouth stays agape after saying his name.
minseok thinks luhan is weird because he doesn’t bow to him or call him hyung. he doesn’t talk to him with honorifics and wonders if the odd boy is from korea. but when luhan calls him cute one day as they file into one of the practice rooms to train, with his sneakers squeaking against the floor as he walks, he concludes that it’s maybe his face.
maybe.
“i’m born on march 1990.” minseok says as they lean against the cold mirror after a three hour session of dance lessons from one of the scarier mentors-minseok had never liked him but what can he do? he just follows whatever they say.
luhan almost chokes on his water upon realizing what minseok said. “are you serious? you’re actually older than me by a month. i thought you were younger… a year or two.”
minseok smiles that half-smile with a flash of small teeth showing and snatches the water bottle away from luhan. “call me hyung from now on.” he puts the cap of the bottle back on which previously lies between them before tossing it back to luhan as he stands up.
there is an unfaltering smirk in luhan’s scarred lips (not that minseok notices of course) and maybe he scoffs. “sure, hyung.”
it has been two years of luhan calling him hyung and of luhan making fun of his pronunciation saying, “after all these years, hyung. you still fail to pronounce my lu properly.” while swinging and arm around minseok’s shoulders. minseok always shrugs him off.
(but sometimes luhan doesn’t call him hyung or baozi. sometimes he calls minseok sickeningly sweet pet names. and minseok wants to puke.)
(but he doesn’t when luhan says those praises as he worships his body while he writhes on the sheets. all bare and skin slick with sweat and luhan’s saliva.)
so minseok resorts to calling him han instead. it doesn’t seem to bother luhan and the colour on his ears every time minseok calls him is undeniable. hence minseok persists with a playful grin on his lips.
it’s in one of their impromptu chinese lessons during the day when minseok finds out about luhan’s little quirk.
their topic is on family members. it happens when minseok asks luhan about “how do you call family members in mandarin?” when he hears yixing talking to his grandmother over the phone. maybe he misses his family too.
minseok doesn’t know how luhan has him pinned against the couch with his hands above his head but it starts when he jokingly calls luhan “lu ge” with a cheeky grin and with his cheeks bunching up.
“holy shit luhan.” minseok manages to laugh out after two rounds of sex on the couch and he thinks he won’t be able to dance properly tomorrow-he can always blame the limping on a little ankle injury anyways. “do you really like being called lu ge that much?” minseok still has problems with the first syllable but luhan doesn’t mind.
“maybe.”
“don’t maybe me, i know it riles you up.” minseok rolls off the couch, putting on his boxers and shirt before he stands up. “i’ll call you lu ge from now on.” his smile screams innocent and his cheekiness screams cute.
but his eyes say otherwise. luhan groans.
it’s been almost four years now and luhan has managed to control his emotions every time minseok calls him lu ge. little by little he improves on controlling it but he never really lost the quirk-the kink when minseok says it on bed as he begs and begs and pleads for luhan to touch him.
at least he doesn’t get immediate boners when minseok calls him that anymore. but minseok keeps on calling him lu ge.
he thinks that he’s safe when the cameras are rolling because minseok always calls him “luhan-ssi” or “luhannie” when the prying cameras are on which are always better than “lu ge” but perhaps, not anymore.
it’s their first variety show and he is sure as hell that he didn’t intend on accidentally eye fucking minseok while choosing him as the most handsome member. luhan screams at himself inwardly when minseok cocks his brows at him… he knows what it means. minseok thinks that it’s a challenge.
minseok shouts his name with that-that very suffix that makes the blood rush down to his dick. “lu ge!” minseok looks cute with his sweater and flat hair, he looks cute with plump lips and cheeky grin and luhan almost creams himself as he sits down with a victory pump.
(later when the cameras are off are the members are busy with themselves-either thanking the pd or checking their faces if it bloated after eating chicken. luhan pulls minseok into the claustrophobic comfort room and says as he gets to his knees. “call me lu ge.” minseok obliges. luhan sucks him off-quick and hasty and minseok promises to make it up to him later.)
(much later when they are in the dorms, it’s minseok that pulls luhan into his bedroom and locks the door. he pushes luhan down the bed, straddles him with his knees on the either side of luhan’s hips and purrs “lu ge” into the younger’s ears.)
a/n: i'm mad at xiuhan
Pairing: XiuHan
Genre: Non-AU
Length: approx. 900w
Rating: NC-17 (maybe)
Summary: minseok finds out about luhan's quirk
when minseok first meets luhan the syllables of his name are odd as it rolls off his tongue and luhan is weird the first time he says his name. "minseok?" his eyes are sparkling and his mouth stays agape after saying his name.
minseok thinks luhan is weird because he doesn’t bow to him or call him hyung. he doesn’t talk to him with honorifics and wonders if the odd boy is from korea. but when luhan calls him cute one day as they file into one of the practice rooms to train, with his sneakers squeaking against the floor as he walks, he concludes that it’s maybe his face.
maybe.
“i’m born on march 1990.” minseok says as they lean against the cold mirror after a three hour session of dance lessons from one of the scarier mentors-minseok had never liked him but what can he do? he just follows whatever they say.
luhan almost chokes on his water upon realizing what minseok said. “are you serious? you’re actually older than me by a month. i thought you were younger… a year or two.”
minseok smiles that half-smile with a flash of small teeth showing and snatches the water bottle away from luhan. “call me hyung from now on.” he puts the cap of the bottle back on which previously lies between them before tossing it back to luhan as he stands up.
there is an unfaltering smirk in luhan’s scarred lips (not that minseok notices of course) and maybe he scoffs. “sure, hyung.”
it has been two years of luhan calling him hyung and of luhan making fun of his pronunciation saying, “after all these years, hyung. you still fail to pronounce my lu properly.” while swinging and arm around minseok’s shoulders. minseok always shrugs him off.
(but sometimes luhan doesn’t call him hyung or baozi. sometimes he calls minseok sickeningly sweet pet names. and minseok wants to puke.)
(but he doesn’t when luhan says those praises as he worships his body while he writhes on the sheets. all bare and skin slick with sweat and luhan’s saliva.)
so minseok resorts to calling him han instead. it doesn’t seem to bother luhan and the colour on his ears every time minseok calls him is undeniable. hence minseok persists with a playful grin on his lips.
it’s in one of their impromptu chinese lessons during the day when minseok finds out about luhan’s little quirk.
their topic is on family members. it happens when minseok asks luhan about “how do you call family members in mandarin?” when he hears yixing talking to his grandmother over the phone. maybe he misses his family too.
minseok doesn’t know how luhan has him pinned against the couch with his hands above his head but it starts when he jokingly calls luhan “lu ge” with a cheeky grin and with his cheeks bunching up.
“holy shit luhan.” minseok manages to laugh out after two rounds of sex on the couch and he thinks he won’t be able to dance properly tomorrow-he can always blame the limping on a little ankle injury anyways. “do you really like being called lu ge that much?” minseok still has problems with the first syllable but luhan doesn’t mind.
“maybe.”
“don’t maybe me, i know it riles you up.” minseok rolls off the couch, putting on his boxers and shirt before he stands up. “i’ll call you lu ge from now on.” his smile screams innocent and his cheekiness screams cute.
but his eyes say otherwise. luhan groans.
it’s been almost four years now and luhan has managed to control his emotions every time minseok calls him lu ge. little by little he improves on controlling it but he never really lost the quirk-the kink when minseok says it on bed as he begs and begs and pleads for luhan to touch him.
at least he doesn’t get immediate boners when minseok calls him that anymore. but minseok keeps on calling him lu ge.
he thinks that he’s safe when the cameras are rolling because minseok always calls him “luhan-ssi” or “luhannie” when the prying cameras are on which are always better than “lu ge” but perhaps, not anymore.
it’s their first variety show and he is sure as hell that he didn’t intend on accidentally eye fucking minseok while choosing him as the most handsome member. luhan screams at himself inwardly when minseok cocks his brows at him… he knows what it means. minseok thinks that it’s a challenge.
minseok shouts his name with that-that very suffix that makes the blood rush down to his dick. “lu ge!” minseok looks cute with his sweater and flat hair, he looks cute with plump lips and cheeky grin and luhan almost creams himself as he sits down with a victory pump.
(later when the cameras are off are the members are busy with themselves-either thanking the pd or checking their faces if it bloated after eating chicken. luhan pulls minseok into the claustrophobic comfort room and says as he gets to his knees. “call me lu ge.” minseok obliges. luhan sucks him off-quick and hasty and minseok promises to make it up to him later.)
(much later when they are in the dorms, it’s minseok that pulls luhan into his bedroom and locks the door. he pushes luhan down the bed, straddles him with his knees on the either side of luhan’s hips and purrs “lu ge” into the younger’s ears.)
a/n: i'm mad at xiuhan