Post #6.

[seoulfulness]

Gah, sorry for this post going live so late! Your mod has been all out of sorts lately. Good job on the prompt-to-fill ratio, though! It might create a few more minutes work for me at the end of the week, but I'm truly proud when I see the number of fills. You guys are really working to make seoulfulness an amazing meme. ♥

Fics ( #5)

Untitled (EXO-K, Baekhyun

Comments

exo, lu han/everyone

[anonymous]

lu han falls in love too easily

Re: In Cycles (1/?)

[anonymous]

Kris was bright and proud. He walked with head up high and left a trail of confidence that Luhan clutched onto because it was beautiful; Kris was beautiful, in the way lion is, and Luhan fell in love with him effortlessly. Their first kiss was vibrant and all that Luhan ever wanted. Cheeks straining, making way for a grin at the aftertaste so wonderful Luhan allowed his mind the hope of forever. It was a mistake, his naivety, because he knew better than anyone the extent of Kris' ambition - the steer strength what made Luhan love him so at the first place. At the chance of getting where he yearned to be Kris' hesitation was only a second long, by the next wholly ready to sacrifice what he had to. Luhan wished him goodbye and good luck and watched as the plane took off, condemning himself for wishing Kris had looked a little less happy and maybe shown a tiny bit of regret. Luhan was eighteen years old, freshly graduated out of high school when his heart first broke

Re: In Cycles (2/?)

[anonymous]

Minseok was the opposite of Sehun. He was warm and mature, resolute and comforting. In their soccer practices Luhan indulged, but it was in the moments after: lying on the grass field talking, sidewalk food carts dinners, (sharing earbuds Luhan would teach Minseok the words of the songs and laugh) that Luhan gradually fell for Minseok. One too warm of a summer evening they stumbled to the ground, soil grazing clammy skin and tiny rocks digging dents. Luhan could see the soft hairs surrounding Minseok's mouth, Minseok's lips, dry and separate and he was panting; they were both panting. When he grabbed onto his sleeve the confused look on Minseok face was brief, soon changing into worry as he asked what's wrong, stooping back down to rub Luhan's shoulder. Are you hurt somewhere? The touch burned through his shirt so Luhan shook his head, flashed a smile because he didn't trust his voice, assuring Minseok he was okay and telling him they should head back or else Minseok might be late for his date. That day he lost another piece of his

Re: In Cycles (3/3)

[anonymous]

Yixing was a friend. He had smiled at Luhan on the first day of their work, chirping let's do our best in a pitch of voice rather unexpected. With Yixing many things were unexpected; how he morphed into a walking joke box when the quiet reserved layer peeled of, or that he played many types of instruments and composed his own songs, but most of all Luhan didn't expect Yixing to treat him the way he did. It was a month into knowing each other when Yixing started carrying around ointment in his bag, always ready to rub the liquid onto new sore spot on Luhan's skin. The day marking a whole week without you knocking into things will be the day I buy lottery. Luhan couldn't recall exactly when it began but every morning there would be a can of red tea already opened on his table. Maybe since Yixing noticed how he never failed to get it each time they had their meal. (Why was it always opened, he asked, and Yixing's answer was so he wouldn't cut himself