Post #5.

[seoulfulness]

After a slow third week, post four yielded a lot of prompts -- and, more importantly, a lot of fills! I was afraid that we were slowing down, but you guys really put a lot of effort into making post four a good one, and I have faith in you to continue leaving prompts and writing (or drawing, as one anon did!) fills. ♥

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Suho as a Composer (

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exo, lay/tao

[anonymous]

they meet at open mic night. lay plays guitar and tao reads slam poetry.

lay/tao, lay/luhan (1/6)

[anonymous]

The Open Mic Night is the university's way of letting everyone feel accepted. Everybody gets a stab at being the star of the show, gets a taste of how it is to be in the spotlight. Lu Han thinks it's the best thing since sliced bread; Yixing thinks it's bullshit.

"Oh come on, loosen up! You just have to get up there and play any piece that comes to mind." Lu Han has just finished his much applauded solo song and dance number, and he hastily signs one girl's notebook and smiles briefly. The fans have been increasing lately, but it’s not something he hasn’t prepared for. "What's that song you play all the time? The one with the falling to pieces line

lay/tao, lay/luhan (2/6)

[anonymous]

The start of the semester brings new things, both good and bad. Good, because they've just been told that their midterm and final presentations will be a concert and Lu Han owes him lunch and dinner for losing that bet, and bad because the slam poetry person - they’ve been calling him that ever since, but it’s not to say they talk about him frequently - is in the same class as Yixing and Lu Han are.

"This is music composition class, not poetry writing class."

Lu Han elbows him in his side and offers the seat beside Yixing when slam poetry person loses the seat near the board to someone else.

His name is Huang Zitao, and he is two years younger than Yixing. The logic behind Zitao's being in the same advanced class as Yixing escapes the latter entirely, even if the simple answer that Zitao might just be a boy genius is plausible. Yixing puts on his best smile when Lu Han introduces Zitao to him, and tries as much as possible to not call the former "slam poetry person

lay/tao, lay/luhan (3/6)

[anonymous]

In a span of a month, they find themselves fitting Zitao in their lunch and milk tea breaks. Lu Han starts picking up some of Zitao's Wushu moves and starts applying them to his dance routines, and Yixing soon finds himself picking up classic literature and writing songs of his own.

"I'm chugging down everything I could but it's not working; I'm alcohol-proof- Are you seriously writing a song about getting drunk because of a break up?"

“Can you please just respect my creativity and accept that you can’t write lyrics for shit?”

Lu Han gives Yixing a wry smile. “Mhmm. Creativity. Yeah.Yixing knows better than to argue, so he just shrugs and waves it off, and goes back to his newfound hobby. It’s surprisingly therapeutic, he thinks, especially when you’re writing about a real-life experience. Except he’s never been through a break up so bad that he resorted to getting drunk

lay/tao, lay/luhan (4/6)

[anonymous]

It becomes a habit, kissing Zitao. They kiss in the morning, after having their coffee. They kiss in between classes, in the library, in the farthest classroom that isn’t frequented by students. They kiss before going to bed, and even when they’re already tucked in. Zitao kisses him just before he drifts off and falls asleep

lay/tao, lay/luhan (5/6)

[anonymous]

Lu Han kisses him that night.

It’s not as if they haven’t done this before. They’ve always had an agreement that they could seek each other’s help when needed and kissing is part of the deal, but the way Lu Han kisses tonight, right now is different, maybe because of what has just happened. Or maybe, just because

lay/tao, lay/luhan (6/6)

[anonymous]

Two years later and Yixing still can’t quite get the timing down. The song remains unfinished, Lu Han’s still a touch, a decision away, and Zitao has already introduced them to his new friend, Kris. It’s graduation day and they’re minutes away from walking out of the university for good, and Yixing still can’t grasp the words for a perfect confession.

He clenches and unclenches his fists. He can still feel Lu Han’s palms pressed securely against his.

“Graduation jitters?” Lu Han asks from beside him. “I mean, yeah, you’re bad at goodbyes, but I didn’t think it would be this bad.”

Yixing laughs. There it is again, that bright, bright smile on Lu Han’s lips, and it occurs to him - a moment of clarity. He takes Lu Han’s hands, rests them on his lip, and says, “I don’t want to screw this up.”

“You’re graduating with honors, Yixing. You can’t possibly screw anything up anymore-”

“I said, I don’t want to screw this up.He can see the slow rise of Lu Han’s chest, the parted lips, the tentative and questioning gaze. He takes a leap of

the song yixing "wrote"

[anonymous]

forgot to include this in the notes. here's the song that yixing "wrote": http://youtu.be/WLcndYCqmxU

Re: lay/tao, lay/luhan (6/6)

[anonymous]

i don't even know what to say because you wrote me an entire fic and it was great and fucking jack's mannequin and i'm going to need at least a day to compile all of my thoughts so please check back but thank you so much anon ♥

Re: lay/tao, lay/luhan (6/6)

[anonymous]

another jack's mannequin fan! :D no worries, anon. i'm glad that you got to read this, and that you liked it. thank you so much! :)

Re: lay/tao, lay/luhan (6/6)

[anonymous]

ugh, this is the best and jack's mannequin is A+++

Re: lay/tao, lay/luhan (6/6)

[anonymous]

you're too kind, anon! tysm and yes, jack's mannequin is A+++ :)