play boy (2 / 3)
xiuhan | PG | 1, 741 words/ongoing
college!AU
fine. so maybe lu han likes likes that bao zi kid.
it’s been a week.
and either bao zi―yes, minseok who?―is a certified ninja or he’s a lazy college student because it’s been a week, and lu han hasn’t caught a sight of the younger (?) boy, at all.
yi xing doesn’t comment, but the way he muffles his manly-ish giggle with his girly, glittery spiral notebook is clearly showing that he’s laughing at lu han for being...so fed up about the lack of a certain boy.
“like, you have his number, bro.” yi xing only says ‘bro’ whenever he feels a little bit manlier than lu han. a sign of superiority, or something.
lu han doesn’t bother answering. because yi xing actually knows too well that lu han never, never ever calls or texts anyone first. yi xing is his best friend, though, he occasionally gets phone calls and texts saying ‘get your lazy ass here and rescue me from this horrible date’.
“seriously.” so yi xing just rolls his eyes as lu han glares to every short, chubby dudes he sees in the cafeteria; inhaling sharply when he thinks he finally spots minseok but turns out it’s only his imagination tricking him.
“i’m done,” lu han mumbles, crumpling his cheese sandwich’s wrapper with unnecessary strength. then he stands up, obviously going to mope alone in the library before their european union class, turns left, and it’s yi xing who yelps loudly as lu han collides against a person holding two cups of steaming coffee―
“whoops, ha ha.”
it’s minseok.
lu han screeches that the whole cafeteria zeroing their attentions on them, but yi xing is alerted that it’s not lu han’s annoyed screech but lu han’s pleased slash surprised screech and his best friend’s following, “OH MY GOD THIS IS ZARA!” is only a facade to fool everyone because lu han doesn’t show the world that he’s currently spazzing he finally meets minseok, okay?
you’re so hopeless, yi xing giggles then; sits back and tries to enjoy the drama.
minseok puts the now half empty coffee cups to the nearest table―lu han and yi xing’s―before he wipes his reddening hands to his bright green t-shirt. he chuckles, “sorry, lu han-ah. what’s a zara?”
lu han flushes because a) goddammit it’s his bao zi!―b) omgimissyousomuch, c) must maintain my cool, and d) “what! oh god help me,” he scrunches his nose as the soaked baby blue shirt makes contact with his skin. it burns. “you have to pay, bao zi-yah!”
minseok pouts and huffs his cheeks, scratching his nape. “um, i have a jacket?” he offers hesitantly, glancing at his friends who are cowering on their table apparently, huh. only a meter behind yi xing.
lu han’s eyes twitch at them, they instantly pretend to be busy with their lunches.
“fine.” he grits his teeth. minseok smiles sweetly and literally bounces to get his previous, black, striped, traditional adidas jacket he wore a week ago; the one that he zipped up up to his neck and successfully convinced the girl cashier at mc donald’s to get him free french fries because lu han told her that he’s his little brother.
lu han, focus.
“here,” minseok shoves it, still smiling. lu han wonders if the jacket’s been in a laundry or not.
lu han sniffs it, and he can smell sweat, faded concentrate (not cologne), and although it’s not that bad he grimaces just for the hell of it.
“okay, thanks.” he says half-heartedly. minseok shrugs. “i’ll return it today.”
“don’t rush it. you have my number, right?” yi xing intentionally chokes on his jjangmyun. minseok raises an eyebrow at him as lu han curses. so much for a best friend.
“but i’m returning it today! i’ll finish class at three and you’re walking me home, got it!” lu han slaps minseok’s shoulder to get his attention back. minseok raises both arms and mocks a surrender,
“got it, princess.”
lu han does not blush at the nickname.
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the jacket is shorter on the sleeves but wider on the shoulders. lu han zipped it up to his neck and doesn’t think he can look this ordinary. he receives curious stares from everyone; because even they know that there’s no way in heaven lu han wears such tacky jacket. but lu han feels comfortable, so screw them.
minseok is waiting outside his class, sitting cross legged on the floor and lu han wants to kick him. he doesn’t know why, but his foot itches. minseok grins when he sees lu han, and lu han is too blinded by the canine tooth that he’s late to tell minseok to shut up because the other boy is already commenting,
“you look good.”
“i know.” lu han does a mehrong to his bao zi before he takes the shorter boy’s hand and leads their way to his apartment, which is only fifteen minutes walk from their campus.
minseok buys him a cup of hot chocolate from a street vendor and lu han decides not to question the hygiene. he hums in delight because it tastes just like his usual starbucks choice. minseok has his own cup but he finishes it in just two minutes, and now he's looking at lu han expectantly and lu han fights the urge to―what, hug him?
he lets minseok drink from his cup, and minseok lets him entwining their hands again.
thank god they have a small talk along the way, unlike they oh so fail lunch date a week ago. but wait. really, it’s just been a week?
“where have you been?” and there goes lu han’s dignity. thank you, scumbag brain for freezing and letting my tongue speaks for itself.
“me?” minseok squeezes their hands, tapping his thumb to lu han’s knuckles. he frowns cutely for a minute, before he suddenly smirks and continues slyly,
“sorry i didn’t call.”
lu han doesn’t even try to hide his blush this time. so his bao zi is not slow. good, less work for him. he braves himself to pinch minseok’s cheek.
then minseok butts his head to his chest. they laugh out loud that they scare a pair of stray kittens.
finally, they arrive at his apartment complex. minseok whistles because lu han lives in such a fancy one. meanwhile, lu han is thinking hard. what should he do next? inviting minseok for, what, snack time? maybe showing minseok that he has a mini DDR game and they really have to play it together? they’re inside the elevator already, minseok asking him which floor it is.
the elevator dings.
and it’s like a switch is turned on somewhere because lu han grabs minseok’s cheeks and plants a kiss on minseok’s lips.
minseok makes a confused sound, closes his mouth tight and shoves lu han with a, “whoa whoa, what the hell?” then he stumbles out of the elevator, and lu han’s brain is being a scumbag again because he just stands still in the elevator even after the elevator dings, shakes, and goes up. he only realizes that minseok’s lemon-eating face is gone; because he’s looking at his own paling face, feeling so self-conscious and ridiculous wearing a black, striped, traditional adidas jacket that belongs to minseok―his precious bao zi―who curses for the first time ever.
the old lady who gets in the elevator on the twentieth floor sends him a worried glance as lu han clutches at his left chest. what is this. this hurts so fucking much lu han is having a hard time breathing.
did minseok curse at me?
minseok doesn’t get a good sleep later that night; replaying the elevator scene over and over again whenever he closes his eyes.
ugh.
why did lu han kiss him, really? the lu han, apparently one of the most popular dudes around campus―quite notorious for his doll-like-face-yet-speaking-in-pirate-language and maybe minseok needs to listen more religiously to his circle of friends’ gossiping about what’s hot what’s not. sure, joonmyun mentions a lot about lu han but minseok is never the type to dig about his friends’ love quests, okay?
plus, kyungsoo looks like he needs a friend on poker face-ing whenever joonmyun starts singing melodies about lu han.
anyway.
he thought lu han is just another clingy human case like taonda, his childhood friend who lives next door. that’s why he didn’t mind it that much when lu han demanded to take him to eat and held his hand. tao does it all the time.
the only difference is, instead of kissing him, tao calls him ‘oppa’ affectionately. obviously, minseok prefers the latter than the former―but. eh.
well, his life has never been playing on the normal team for nineteen years anyway. he’ll just buy a toblerone for lu han tomorrow. tao loves black toblerone. and lu han still has his jacket.
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except that lu han violently throws back the white toblerone minseok bought on his way to campus to his chest along with the jacket before he stomps off somewhere.
lu han’s friend, the dazed-looking boy with a dimple, bows to him and mouthing an apology before hurrying after the other. minseok clears his throat as he bends down and takes the chocolate bar, smiling to the three girls who are whispering and/or creating scenarios about ‘another harsh love rejection from lu han-oppa’.
minseok offers them the white toblerone. the bob-haired girl gasps and takes it with a confused nod. her friends pose their hands as if they’re praying.
life goes on.
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or not.
because then minseok gets hit by a soccer ball right on the face (sehun, that klutz) and finally realizes he doesn’t get lu han.
to be c o n t i n u e d
college!AU
fine. so maybe lu han likes likes that bao zi kid.
it’s been a week.
and either bao zi―yes, minseok who?―is a certified ninja or he’s a lazy college student because it’s been a week, and lu han hasn’t caught a sight of the younger (?) boy, at all.
yi xing doesn’t comment, but the way he muffles his manly-ish giggle with his girly, glittery spiral notebook is clearly showing that he’s laughing at lu han for being...so fed up about the lack of a certain boy.
“like, you have his number, bro.” yi xing only says ‘bro’ whenever he feels a little bit manlier than lu han. a sign of superiority, or something.
lu han doesn’t bother answering. because yi xing actually knows too well that lu han never, never ever calls or texts anyone first. yi xing is his best friend, though, he occasionally gets phone calls and texts saying ‘get your lazy ass here and rescue me from this horrible date’.
“seriously.” so yi xing just rolls his eyes as lu han glares to every short, chubby dudes he sees in the cafeteria; inhaling sharply when he thinks he finally spots minseok but turns out it’s only his imagination tricking him.
“i’m done,” lu han mumbles, crumpling his cheese sandwich’s wrapper with unnecessary strength. then he stands up, obviously going to mope alone in the library before their european union class, turns left, and it’s yi xing who yelps loudly as lu han collides against a person holding two cups of steaming coffee―
“whoops, ha ha.”
it’s minseok.
lu han screeches that the whole cafeteria zeroing their attentions on them, but yi xing is alerted that it’s not lu han’s annoyed screech but lu han’s pleased slash surprised screech and his best friend’s following, “OH MY GOD THIS IS ZARA!” is only a facade to fool everyone because lu han doesn’t show the world that he’s currently spazzing he finally meets minseok, okay?
you’re so hopeless, yi xing giggles then; sits back and tries to enjoy the drama.
minseok puts the now half empty coffee cups to the nearest table―lu han and yi xing’s―before he wipes his reddening hands to his bright green t-shirt. he chuckles, “sorry, lu han-ah. what’s a zara?”
lu han flushes because a) goddammit it’s his bao zi!―b) omgimissyousomuch, c) must maintain my cool, and d) “what! oh god help me,” he scrunches his nose as the soaked baby blue shirt makes contact with his skin. it burns. “you have to pay, bao zi-yah!”
minseok pouts and huffs his cheeks, scratching his nape. “um, i have a jacket?” he offers hesitantly, glancing at his friends who are cowering on their table apparently, huh. only a meter behind yi xing.
lu han’s eyes twitch at them, they instantly pretend to be busy with their lunches.
“fine.” he grits his teeth. minseok smiles sweetly and literally bounces to get his previous, black, striped, traditional adidas jacket he wore a week ago; the one that he zipped up up to his neck and successfully convinced the girl cashier at mc donald’s to get him free french fries because lu han told her that he’s his little brother.
lu han, focus.
“here,” minseok shoves it, still smiling. lu han wonders if the jacket’s been in a laundry or not.
lu han sniffs it, and he can smell sweat, faded concentrate (not cologne), and although it’s not that bad he grimaces just for the hell of it.
“okay, thanks.” he says half-heartedly. minseok shrugs. “i’ll return it today.”
“don’t rush it. you have my number, right?” yi xing intentionally chokes on his jjangmyun. minseok raises an eyebrow at him as lu han curses. so much for a best friend.
“but i’m returning it today! i’ll finish class at three and you’re walking me home, got it!” lu han slaps minseok’s shoulder to get his attention back. minseok raises both arms and mocks a surrender,
“got it, princess.”
lu han does not blush at the nickname.
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the jacket is shorter on the sleeves but wider on the shoulders. lu han zipped it up to his neck and doesn’t think he can look this ordinary. he receives curious stares from everyone; because even they know that there’s no way in heaven lu han wears such tacky jacket. but lu han feels comfortable, so screw them.
minseok is waiting outside his class, sitting cross legged on the floor and lu han wants to kick him. he doesn’t know why, but his foot itches. minseok grins when he sees lu han, and lu han is too blinded by the canine tooth that he’s late to tell minseok to shut up because the other boy is already commenting,
“you look good.”
“i know.” lu han does a mehrong to his bao zi before he takes the shorter boy’s hand and leads their way to his apartment, which is only fifteen minutes walk from their campus.
minseok buys him a cup of hot chocolate from a street vendor and lu han decides not to question the hygiene. he hums in delight because it tastes just like his usual starbucks choice. minseok has his own cup but he finishes it in just two minutes, and now he's looking at lu han expectantly and lu han fights the urge to―what, hug him?
he lets minseok drink from his cup, and minseok lets him entwining their hands again.
thank god they have a small talk along the way, unlike they oh so fail lunch date a week ago. but wait. really, it’s just been a week?
“where have you been?” and there goes lu han’s dignity. thank you, scumbag brain for freezing and letting my tongue speaks for itself.
“me?” minseok squeezes their hands, tapping his thumb to lu han’s knuckles. he frowns cutely for a minute, before he suddenly smirks and continues slyly,
“sorry i didn’t call.”
lu han doesn’t even try to hide his blush this time. so his bao zi is not slow. good, less work for him. he braves himself to pinch minseok’s cheek.
then minseok butts his head to his chest. they laugh out loud that they scare a pair of stray kittens.
finally, they arrive at his apartment complex. minseok whistles because lu han lives in such a fancy one. meanwhile, lu han is thinking hard. what should he do next? inviting minseok for, what, snack time? maybe showing minseok that he has a mini DDR game and they really have to play it together? they’re inside the elevator already, minseok asking him which floor it is.
the elevator dings.
and it’s like a switch is turned on somewhere because lu han grabs minseok’s cheeks and plants a kiss on minseok’s lips.
minseok makes a confused sound, closes his mouth tight and shoves lu han with a, “whoa whoa, what the hell?” then he stumbles out of the elevator, and lu han’s brain is being a scumbag again because he just stands still in the elevator even after the elevator dings, shakes, and goes up. he only realizes that minseok’s lemon-eating face is gone; because he’s looking at his own paling face, feeling so self-conscious and ridiculous wearing a black, striped, traditional adidas jacket that belongs to minseok―his precious bao zi―who curses for the first time ever.
the old lady who gets in the elevator on the twentieth floor sends him a worried glance as lu han clutches at his left chest. what is this. this hurts so fucking much lu han is having a hard time breathing.
did minseok curse at me?
minseok doesn’t get a good sleep later that night; replaying the elevator scene over and over again whenever he closes his eyes.
ugh.
why did lu han kiss him, really? the lu han, apparently one of the most popular dudes around campus―quite notorious for his doll-like-face-yet-speaking-in-pirate-language and maybe minseok needs to listen more religiously to his circle of friends’ gossiping about what’s hot what’s not. sure, joonmyun mentions a lot about lu han but minseok is never the type to dig about his friends’ love quests, okay?
plus, kyungsoo looks like he needs a friend on poker face-ing whenever joonmyun starts singing melodies about lu han.
anyway.
he thought lu han is just another clingy human case like taonda, his childhood friend who lives next door. that’s why he didn’t mind it that much when lu han demanded to take him to eat and held his hand. tao does it all the time.
the only difference is, instead of kissing him, tao calls him ‘oppa’ affectionately. obviously, minseok prefers the latter than the former―but. eh.
well, his life has never been playing on the normal team for nineteen years anyway. he’ll just buy a toblerone for lu han tomorrow. tao loves black toblerone. and lu han still has his jacket.
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except that lu han violently throws back the white toblerone minseok bought on his way to campus to his chest along with the jacket before he stomps off somewhere.
lu han’s friend, the dazed-looking boy with a dimple, bows to him and mouthing an apology before hurrying after the other. minseok clears his throat as he bends down and takes the chocolate bar, smiling to the three girls who are whispering and/or creating scenarios about ‘another harsh love rejection from lu han-oppa’.
minseok offers them the white toblerone. the bob-haired girl gasps and takes it with a confused nod. her friends pose their hands as if they’re praying.
life goes on.
▲▼
or not.
because then minseok gets hit by a soccer ball right on the face (sehun, that klutz) and finally realizes he doesn’t get lu han.
to be c o n t i n u e d