Drabble Dump 8
Title: Puddles
Pairing: Xiuhan
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: 720
Summary: minseok's pining but he prefers to think that he's just in a funky mood.
Notes: IT'S BEEN TOO LONG.
minseok slides down in his chair.
“what the fuck.”
minseok slides a little further down in his chair, now his butt completely off the seat.
“what the fuck,” he repeats, a little louder.
minseok slides all the way off his chair and accepts his fate as a puddle of minseok on the floor.
“what am i doing,” he angrily mumbles to absolutely no one.
minseok is frustrated. minseok is clearly frustrated because he misses luhan so fucking much and it irritates the HELL out of him. luhan’s been out of town because of a business trip for 3 weeks and minseok had first thought that he’d be completely fine without seeing him for a month since he’s a strong, independent korean man who don’t need no man to keep him busy.
but the terrible ache of missing someone hits minseok smack dab in the middle of his chest on a random tuesday night and he’s reduced to a puddle on the floor of his office.
“fuck my life,” minseok mumbles again, a little less angrily and a little more pouty.
he can already imagine luhan’s reaction if he were here right now, something gross like look how cute you are, seok, omg. you’re so adorable and pouty, aaaaah. come here, i need to cuddle you but the problem is that luhan isn’t here.
minseok lets out a frustrated huff.
he flails a bit because it’s completely acceptable for a grown ass man to throw a tantrum because he hasn’t seen his boyfriend in a while.
(it probably isn’t, but minseok doesn’t really care. it’s not like there’s anyone here to witness this, anyway.)
he rolls over onto his belly and raises an arm to grope blindly across his desk. his hand flops about in the general area of where he last put his phone down. his fingers catch the edge of the phone and it flips, coming a little closer to where he can reach. in his sudden lack of motivation to do anything, minseok pulls the phone down in the laziest way possible, letting the device hit the floor with a loud thud. it has a case, it’ll be fine, minseok dismisses, picking up the phone and turning his head to see the screen.
he presses his thumb to the home button after clicking it and waits for the device to unlock. he taps on the kakao icon since luhan is out of the country and international texts are super expensive.
11:26pm i miss you.
i really miss you.
minseok pauses and adds.
11:27 asshole
he stares at the 1 that sits next to the message and huffs. it’s kind of late and minseok doesn’t really expect a reply anytime soon but he waits since he doesn’t want to do anything else right now.
surprisingly, a couple of minutes later, the 1 disappears. minseok blinks.
11:31 i miss you, too, babe.
how have you been, seokkie? not too bad, i hope? i think about you everyday--no every hour. i really miss you. i wish i were back in your arms.
minseok rolls over enough to lay on one side so he can use both hands to type.
11:32 no i’m not ok i really miss you.
jk, i’m ok, i’m just in a funky mood. i’ve been eating fine and everything. it’s just a little lonely coming home to an empty apartment. and eating alone. the eating alone is really sad.
11:32 omg you’re so cute. just a little bit longer, seokkie. i’ll be home soon enough <3
eating without you has been so lonely
minseok resists the urge to just type “I WANT YOU BACK NOW” because that’s clearly too immature (he’s not entirely above it though, to be honest).
11:33 hurry up and come back
11:33 i am. i gotta sleep now, seok <3 i’ll catch you tmmr <3 sleep tight, my lil bun <3
minseok gags from the cheesiness and ignores the huge smile on his face. he sends back multiple emoticons.
he still misses luhan and he’s still lying on the floor but he’s smiling and feeling like the happiest man in the world.
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Pairing: Xiuhan
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: 720
Summary: minseok's pining but he prefers to think that he's just in a funky mood.
Notes: IT'S BEEN TOO LONG.
minseok slides down in his chair.
“what the fuck.”
minseok slides a little further down in his chair, now his butt completely off the seat.
“what the fuck,” he repeats, a little louder.
minseok slides all the way off his chair and accepts his fate as a puddle of minseok on the floor.
“what am i doing,” he angrily mumbles to absolutely no one.
minseok is frustrated. minseok is clearly frustrated because he misses luhan so fucking much and it irritates the HELL out of him. luhan’s been out of town because of a business trip for 3 weeks and minseok had first thought that he’d be completely fine without seeing him for a month since he’s a strong, independent korean man who don’t need no man to keep him busy.
but the terrible ache of missing someone hits minseok smack dab in the middle of his chest on a random tuesday night and he’s reduced to a puddle on the floor of his office.
“fuck my life,” minseok mumbles again, a little less angrily and a little more pouty.
he can already imagine luhan’s reaction if he were here right now, something gross like look how cute you are, seok, omg. you’re so adorable and pouty, aaaaah. come here, i need to cuddle you but the problem is that luhan isn’t here.
minseok lets out a frustrated huff.
he flails a bit because it’s completely acceptable for a grown ass man to throw a tantrum because he hasn’t seen his boyfriend in a while.
(it probably isn’t, but minseok doesn’t really care. it’s not like there’s anyone here to witness this, anyway.)
he rolls over onto his belly and raises an arm to grope blindly across his desk. his hand flops about in the general area of where he last put his phone down. his fingers catch the edge of the phone and it flips, coming a little closer to where he can reach. in his sudden lack of motivation to do anything, minseok pulls the phone down in the laziest way possible, letting the device hit the floor with a loud thud. it has a case, it’ll be fine, minseok dismisses, picking up the phone and turning his head to see the screen.
he presses his thumb to the home button after clicking it and waits for the device to unlock. he taps on the kakao icon since luhan is out of the country and international texts are super expensive.
11:26pm i miss you.
i really miss you.
minseok pauses and adds.
11:27 asshole
he stares at the 1 that sits next to the message and huffs. it’s kind of late and minseok doesn’t really expect a reply anytime soon but he waits since he doesn’t want to do anything else right now.
surprisingly, a couple of minutes later, the 1 disappears. minseok blinks.
11:31 i miss you, too, babe.
how have you been, seokkie? not too bad, i hope? i think about you everyday--no every hour. i really miss you. i wish i were back in your arms.
minseok rolls over enough to lay on one side so he can use both hands to type.
11:32 no i’m not ok i really miss you.
jk, i’m ok, i’m just in a funky mood. i’ve been eating fine and everything. it’s just a little lonely coming home to an empty apartment. and eating alone. the eating alone is really sad.
11:32 omg you’re so cute. just a little bit longer, seokkie. i’ll be home soon enough <3
eating without you has been so lonely
minseok resists the urge to just type “I WANT YOU BACK NOW” because that’s clearly too immature (he’s not entirely above it though, to be honest).
11:33 hurry up and come back
11:33 i am. i gotta sleep now, seok <3 i’ll catch you tmmr <3 sleep tight, my lil bun <3
minseok gags from the cheesiness and ignores the huge smile on his face. he sends back multiple emoticons.
he still misses luhan and he’s still lying on the floor but he’s smiling and feeling like the happiest man in the world.
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