play boy (1 / ?)
xiuhan | PG | 1, 040 words/ongoing
college!AU; it all starts with a soccer ball knocking lu han's face a.k.a his most precious asset in the world.
watch out for lu han's foul mouth and attitude. minseok is still a mystery though, like, he dares to abandon lu han after their lunch date.
xiu min's hand:
the best, tbh:
no more words:
lu han is nodding sleepily to yixing’s story about a noona who purposefully showing off her cleavage when he tried to help her picking up her phone.
“and she was like, smirking at me, dude! smirk! i can’t even―”
suddenly, lu han hears a swoosh!―and BAM!―a soccer ball successfully hits him square on the face.
his most precious asset to sail his ship in this freaking cruel, cruel world.
this is not happening.
“YAH!” he grabs the ball and glares to the direction of shocked looking guys about a couple of meters ahead of him; and then he decides to give whoever dares to humiliate him in public his beautiful wrath (joonmyun’s saying; that closeted greasy sophomore).
he throws the ball to a boy with the darkest skin among them and says angrily,
“fucker, where is he?”
the boy clears his throat, opens his thick lips to answer but someone beats him with a very, very carefree tone,
“hey hey, sorry, ha ha.”
the roundest, squishiest, cutest cheeks ever exist are invading lu han’s vision.
lu han blinks.
he did not just go soft over the fucker who―
“sorry, are you okay?” cheeks ask him with a smile, flicking his light brown hair. then, because lu han is still confused with his own feeling, cheeks decide to assure his friends to go ahead because, “i got this. it’s fine, jongin-ah, go.”
“what!” lu han snaps out of his daze. “it hurts, it’s not ‘fine’!” he makes an air quote. cheeks frown.
“but i apologized?” cheeks answer. his friends are looking at him nervously. surely most of them realize who is cheeks dealing with right now; lu han, the always-prettier-than-your-girlfriend junior from international relations major―and they really should warn cheeks to, what, bow down or kneel in front of lu han by now and to stop being adorable.
“are you kidding me?” lu han scoffs, half to himself for admitting that 'a' word and half to cheeks’ weak reasoning.
cheeks shrug, “you’re not laughing though.”
yi xing laughs. lu han kicks his best friend’s shin.
cheeks then smile, grimacing as yi xing pouts, and lu han swears there’s an instant background gospel music just like in movies when miracles happen and angels fall from the sky.
what.
“you should buy me food, dammit, what’s your name?”
cheeks grin, and is that a canine tooth showing? “minseok. you’re lu han, right? joonmyun talks a lot about you.” he pauses and gives lu han a once over. “well, not bad.”
that’s it.
“oh my god give me your number you’re not getting away from me easily!”
minseok happily recites his number and lu han puts a BAOBAO ZI ノ °益°)ノ as contact’s name, and yi xing is side eyeing him the whole time they’re on their great britain studies class.
▲▼
“wow aren’t you mister popular.” minseok comments as he steals lu han’s fries for the -nth time. two giggly high school girls just pass them by, not so secretively taking candid pictures of lu han. but that’s not important, because can’t minseok be satisfied with his own, free extra fries that lu han got from the girl cashier with a totally white lie that minseok was his little brother?
no wonder he has those annoying cheeks.
“shut up, you haven’t told me about your full name.” lu han might think of his face highly but he despises the topic, really, he doesn’t need people to remind him that he’s flawless, thank you very much. yi xing is his best friend because the boy’s so vain and likes to talk about himself, so.
“it’s kim minseok. nice to meet you.” minseok grins, and lu han scowls at the display of that canine tooth. minseok took him to the nearest mc donald’s near their campus, and lu han likes a variation for his usually korean/chinese lunch menu. they’re sitting on the outside table and yes, currently, another three middle school girls are giggling at their direction.
minseok notices it, too, and he comments, “it must be hard to be your girlfriend!”
lu han wonders how the hell this kim freaking minseok manages to hit his nerves. he wonders why he’s so affected. it’s kinda crazy because they just met!
lu han never has a girlfriend.
“shut up, bao zi.” he mutters as he stuffs a handful of fries to his mouth, chewing madly. girlfriend, huh? that’s a sensitive territory.
“what?” minseok raises his eyebrows high; his eyes are widened, with a hint of smile on his lips. he looks so freaking cute lu han wants to feel him if he’s real.
“nothing. shut up.” lu han scowls again. minseok just laughs and surrenders.
the rest of their lunch is filled with silence. that’s surprising. lu han has been anticipating corny jokes or lame stories from minseok, but the other boy eats his lunch like he’s meditating; he’s so concentrated on his food that lu han feels he’s a little bit―just a little bit―offended. usually his pursuers shower him with chit chats and sprinkling compliments about his face or his voice or his smart brain here and there plus bringing him cute gifts (girls) and interesting non-bedroom activities (guys).
but that’s not even the end. minseok walks lu han back to his next european union class and abandons him because of a phone call―minseok just leaves, without a single bye or eye contact or a smile.
nothing.
usually, lu han’s pursuers abandon any phone calls when they’re on dates.
damn you, bao zi. wait―
what?
the most boring lunch ever happens in century?
hell, no! that wasn’t a date for god’s sake!
but.
lu han subconsciously refers that event as quote date quote anyway?
he is so, so screwed.
to be c o n t i n u e d
college!AU; it all starts with a soccer ball knocking lu han's face a.k.a his most precious asset in the world.
watch out for lu han's foul mouth and attitude. minseok is still a mystery though, like, he dares to abandon lu han after their lunch date.
xiu min's hand:
the best, tbh:
no more words:
lu han is nodding sleepily to yixing’s story about a noona who purposefully showing off her cleavage when he tried to help her picking up her phone.
“and she was like, smirking at me, dude! smirk! i can’t even―”
suddenly, lu han hears a swoosh!―and BAM!―a soccer ball successfully hits him square on the face.
his most precious asset to sail his ship in this freaking cruel, cruel world.
this is not happening.
“YAH!” he grabs the ball and glares to the direction of shocked looking guys about a couple of meters ahead of him; and then he decides to give whoever dares to humiliate him in public his beautiful wrath (joonmyun’s saying; that closeted greasy sophomore).
he throws the ball to a boy with the darkest skin among them and says angrily,
“fucker, where is he?”
the boy clears his throat, opens his thick lips to answer but someone beats him with a very, very carefree tone,
“hey hey, sorry, ha ha.”
the roundest, squishiest, cutest cheeks ever exist are invading lu han’s vision.
lu han blinks.
he did not just go soft over the fucker who―
“sorry, are you okay?” cheeks ask him with a smile, flicking his light brown hair. then, because lu han is still confused with his own feeling, cheeks decide to assure his friends to go ahead because, “i got this. it’s fine, jongin-ah, go.”
“what!” lu han snaps out of his daze. “it hurts, it’s not ‘fine’!” he makes an air quote. cheeks frown.
“but i apologized?” cheeks answer. his friends are looking at him nervously. surely most of them realize who is cheeks dealing with right now; lu han, the always-prettier-than-your-girlfriend junior from international relations major―and they really should warn cheeks to, what, bow down or kneel in front of lu han by now and to stop being adorable.
“are you kidding me?” lu han scoffs, half to himself for admitting that 'a' word and half to cheeks’ weak reasoning.
cheeks shrug, “you’re not laughing though.”
yi xing laughs. lu han kicks his best friend’s shin.
cheeks then smile, grimacing as yi xing pouts, and lu han swears there’s an instant background gospel music just like in movies when miracles happen and angels fall from the sky.
what.
“you should buy me food, dammit, what’s your name?”
cheeks grin, and is that a canine tooth showing? “minseok. you’re lu han, right? joonmyun talks a lot about you.” he pauses and gives lu han a once over. “well, not bad.”
that’s it.
“oh my god give me your number you’re not getting away from me easily!”
minseok happily recites his number and lu han puts a BAOBAO ZI ノ °益°)ノ as contact’s name, and yi xing is side eyeing him the whole time they’re on their great britain studies class.
▲▼
“wow aren’t you mister popular.” minseok comments as he steals lu han’s fries for the -nth time. two giggly high school girls just pass them by, not so secretively taking candid pictures of lu han. but that’s not important, because can’t minseok be satisfied with his own, free extra fries that lu han got from the girl cashier with a totally white lie that minseok was his little brother?
no wonder he has those annoying cheeks.
“shut up, you haven’t told me about your full name.” lu han might think of his face highly but he despises the topic, really, he doesn’t need people to remind him that he’s flawless, thank you very much. yi xing is his best friend because the boy’s so vain and likes to talk about himself, so.
“it’s kim minseok. nice to meet you.” minseok grins, and lu han scowls at the display of that canine tooth. minseok took him to the nearest mc donald’s near their campus, and lu han likes a variation for his usually korean/chinese lunch menu. they’re sitting on the outside table and yes, currently, another three middle school girls are giggling at their direction.
minseok notices it, too, and he comments, “it must be hard to be your girlfriend!”
lu han wonders how the hell this kim freaking minseok manages to hit his nerves. he wonders why he’s so affected. it’s kinda crazy because they just met!
lu han never has a girlfriend.
“shut up, bao zi.” he mutters as he stuffs a handful of fries to his mouth, chewing madly. girlfriend, huh? that’s a sensitive territory.
“what?” minseok raises his eyebrows high; his eyes are widened, with a hint of smile on his lips. he looks so freaking cute lu han wants to feel him if he’s real.
“nothing. shut up.” lu han scowls again. minseok just laughs and surrenders.
the rest of their lunch is filled with silence. that’s surprising. lu han has been anticipating corny jokes or lame stories from minseok, but the other boy eats his lunch like he’s meditating; he’s so concentrated on his food that lu han feels he’s a little bit―just a little bit―offended. usually his pursuers shower him with chit chats and sprinkling compliments about his face or his voice or his smart brain here and there plus bringing him cute gifts (girls) and interesting non-bedroom activities (guys).
but that’s not even the end. minseok walks lu han back to his next european union class and abandons him because of a phone call―minseok just leaves, without a single bye or eye contact or a smile.
nothing.
usually, lu han’s pursuers abandon any phone calls when they’re on dates.
damn you, bao zi. wait―
what?
the most boring lunch ever happens in century?
hell, no! that wasn’t a date for god’s sake!
but.
lu han subconsciously refers that event as quote date quote anyway?
he is so, so screwed.
to be c o n t i n u e d