nothing's over (standalone)
pairing/characters: chanyeol/tao say what, xiu min/lu han, baekhyun
rating: so PG it hurts
summary: play boy (ongoing) spin-off story featuring huang zitao.
1, 690 words of crack, park chanyeol, and marriage.
warnings: spoiler for play boy ending. lu han.
“oppa!” zitao bounces up the stairs to go to minseok-hyung’s room, clutching the copy of diablo III his baba just bought for him. “oppa let’s play―”
eh, why is minseok-hyung’s room is closed? his older by three years neighbor always leaves his room open.
“oppa?” zitao knocks twice, no response. he knocks again, but still no response. uh, that’s strange because ahjumama said that minseok-hyung is home.
“oppa?” finally zitao tries the handle; it’s unlocked. he peeks his head inside, and there’s a boy on his minseok-hyung’s lap; kissing his most favorite hyung in the world, grabbing his bao zi by the cheeks roughly and yanking at his future husband’s poor hair.
“YAH!” zitao screams as he throws the expensive game to the neat desk and pounces on the, huh, girly looking boy on top of minseok-hyung.
“YAH!” the girly boy also screams when his and minseok-hyung’s connected lips are teared apart. then he pushes at zitao’s chest roughly zitao stumbles a couple of steps backward. “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!”
zitao is angered by the way minseok-hyung’s hands keep on clutching the girly boy’s lean waist instead of helping him regaining his dignity.
“WHO. ARE. YOU?!” zitao cries out, stomping to get minseok-hyung’s attention but the said boy has his eyes on his girly looking companion who climbs off of his lap, crossing his arms and glaring at zitao with his big, doe, bambi-like eyes.
ugh! why is this person not ugly! it’s easier if he’s not pretty!
“I AM BAO ZI’S BOYFRIEND OKAY! NOW WHO ARE YOU RUDE BOY!” he yells his answer and zitao is lost on the ‘boyfrie―
“oppa!” zitao runs past the girly boy, accidentally shoving the petite body to the floor. the girly boy screeches like a sissy.
minseok-hyung blinks.
zitao shakes minseok-hyung’s shoulders back and forth, sobbing already, “oppa how could you!”
“OPPA?!” the girly boy interrupts.
“lu han-ah?” minseok-hyung easily brushes zitao’s persistent hands and hops off the bed, helping ‘lu han’ to his feet.
‘lu han’ hits zitao’s minseok-hyung chest, wailing about, “CARE TO EXPLAIN? WHY IS THAT GIANT CALLING YOU OPPA OH MY GOD BAO ZI YOU DARE TWO TIMING ME?”
“WHY ARE YOU CALLING MY OPPA BAO ZI!” zitao sobs harder, because that’s the very special nickname he gave to his minseok-hyung when zitao just learned his first words long, long time ago!
“oh, hey, tao.” minseok-hyung smiles and zitao smiles but then ‘lu han’ growls and minseok-hyung doesn’t even care that zitao is feeling so miserable and confused he decides to hug ‘lu han’ instead of him.
minseok-hyung says, “come on, lu han-ah, he’s just my childhood friend, okay? come on~” with the usual consoling tone that always succeeds to calm him down from a bad day but hearing minseok-hyung addressing another person with that...
something inside of zitao breaks.
“oppa...” his bottom lip quivers before his visions are blurred by salty tears. he gasps when its warmth flows down to his cheeks and he hastily wipes at his face, making his way out of minseok-hyung’s room.
“zitao, wait!” and zitao does because of the sheer desperation from minseok-hyung’s voice. but after awhile, minseok-hyung fails him. with a difficulty in breathing thanks to his stupid tears, zitao carefully tiptoes so ahjumama won’t be suspicious as to why he’s leaving so soon.
huang zitao is sixteen years old when he experiences his first ever heartbreak.
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he sulks and refuses to go to school the next day, whining to his baba that he has a headache. he shouldn’t be lying like a bad boy, but he can barely open his eyes and he doesn’t want bacon to tease him all day!
“uh...” he punches his favorite teddy bear (a gift for his tenth birthday from minseok-hyung) as he feels the new wave of tears threatening to spill out. he’s holding on to thin hope that minseok-hyung will feel sooooooooooooo guilty that he will have to apologize to me and take me to the newly opened bakery near my school!
but minseok-hyung doesn’t come to his house even now; almost lunchtime, and with his parents working and his ge going to his classes, zitao is left alone. plus, he’s hungry. baba said there’s money on the kitchen’s minibar.
okay fine. zitao is a big boy. he’s going to make a call to pizza hut and order the largest stuffed crust pizza plus the garlic cheesey bread and risotto and―
his phone rings. the designated pororo ringtone means it’s chanyeol-hyung calling.
“‘alo hyung?” zitao sniffs.
“ayyyooo taonda! why aren’t you at school today?” chanyeol-hyung is a senior; he plays almost every single instruments available from the music room and he declares himself as huang zitao’s second favorite hyung \=_=/ (because zitao’s ge doesn’t count okay?).
also, chanyeol-hyung calls him ‘taonda’; an abbreviation of zitao slash panda, taken from zitao’s favorite movie and the fact that zitao does wushu just like po.
“i don’t feel well...” zitao rolls on his bed, pouting, pinching his teddy bear’s button nose. “how was your day, hyung?” it’s lunchtime now. zitao figures he can really use the distraction because chanyeol-hyung is so funny!
“awww would you like hyung to go to your house? my umma packed a surprise lunchbox for you after i told her that you loved her cooking!” chanyeol-hyung exclaims.
zitao giggles, “are you going to skip school then? naughty chanyeol-hyung!”
“ssh...” chanyeol-hyung laughs like a maniac from the other line. “i’ll be there in fifteen! see you taonda baby!”
did zitao tell you that chanyeol-hyung also call him ‘baby-in-english’ because chanyeol-hyung really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really likes him?
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on thursday, minseok-hyung smartly calls him in the middle of english class and zitao himself smartly forgets to turn his iphone into silent mode. the blasting of nalina’s “i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know but i’m hot” is making songsaenim glare at zitao, and zitao flushes red as he rejects the call; switching his iphone into silent mode.
minseok-hyung calls him thrice more before he gives up. at lunchtime zitao checks his voicemail that says,
“IS THIS THE GIANT WHO CALLED MY BAO ZI OPPA? well if you get this, dude, bao zi is mine. yeah no, you are. not. marrying my bao zi. go get some other oppa for yourself. you’re cute so don’t worry. bai bai!”
zitao bawls right there and then, and bacon―his best friend―is proved being useless at comforting zitao for the countless times so their classmates who obviously aware of the existence of the tall senior from class III-A; the one and only park chanyeol the ulzzang a.k.a the most popular boy comma music instruments extraordinaire―they, plural, volunteer to fetch the older boy from his class (also, it’s not everyday they can pretend they’re close to a friendly senior).
zitao hugs chanyeol-hyung and chanyeol-hyung lets zitao soaking his uniform. bacon goes to eat lunch in the cafeteria and the classmates are back with their own businesses (for example, sneakily taking photos of the rumored couple from afar).
“hey hey, it’s okay,” chanyeol-hyung strokes zitao’s head. “do you want to talk about it?”
zitao mumbles, also aware of the existence of his gossipy classmates. he opts to type his feeling on his iphone then shows it to chanyeol-hyung.
chanyeol-hyung’s face turns grim though.
“h-hyung?” zitao grasps chanyeol-hyung’s knees, worried that chanyeol-hyung is going to go real mad at ‘lu han’ or worse; at his oppa. zitao squeezes, leaning closer to change chanyeol-hyung’s murderous expression but the taller boy just shakes his head, gently removing zitao’s hands from his knees and then he gets on his knees.
“hyung!” now all the classmates are openly aiming their cellphones to their direction; some who bring their DSLR cameras are also ready.
“huang zitao,” chanyeol-hyung begins, takes zitao’s clammy hands on his steady ones; activating his serious (and somehow handsome?) face, “if you really want to get married, why don’t you marry me, instead, your second favorite hyung? you know wo ai ni so much.”
zitao bites his bottom lip or else he will laugh out loud at chanyeol-hyung’s desperate attempt in speaking chinese.
which is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sweet hi hi hi zitao giggles along with his classmates (girls, mostly).
chanyeol-hyung pouts.
“aw hyung!” zitao smiles shyly. “where’s the diamond ring?”
chanyeol-hyung face palms.
“behold the eyes of my classmates, i promise i will marry you when you get me a diamond ring, okay? but you have to buy it with your own money, i won’t take it if you seek financial help from your appa or noona, deal?” zitao watches chanyeol-hyung nods like an obedient puppy. good, he saw a very fancy handbag online catalogue from gucci yesterday. if chanyeol-hyung is going to be his husband, he will need to support zitao’s growing fondness of branded stuffs in the future.
“it’s a promise,” chanyeol-hyung grins brightly, entwining their pinkies together.
zitao lets chanyeol-hyung kisses him (his classmates go wild with their cameras) and sends a text announcing their engagement party invitation to minseok-hyung.
it’s ‘lu han’ on the other line when zitao picks up the phone call approximately five seconds later, “hi! congratulations! bao zi just fainted. you’re super quick, i like you. my name is lu han by the way, so call me oppa too, maybe.”
t h e e n d
rating: so PG it hurts
summary: play boy (ongoing) spin-off story featuring huang zitao.
1, 690 words of crack, park chanyeol, and marriage.
warnings: spoiler for play boy ending. lu han.
“oppa!” zitao bounces up the stairs to go to minseok-hyung’s room, clutching the copy of diablo III his baba just bought for him. “oppa let’s play―”
eh, why is minseok-hyung’s room is closed? his older by three years neighbor always leaves his room open.
“oppa?” zitao knocks twice, no response. he knocks again, but still no response. uh, that’s strange because ahjumama said that minseok-hyung is home.
“oppa?” finally zitao tries the handle; it’s unlocked. he peeks his head inside, and there’s a boy on his minseok-hyung’s lap; kissing his most favorite hyung in the world, grabbing his bao zi by the cheeks roughly and yanking at his future husband’s poor hair.
“YAH!” zitao screams as he throws the expensive game to the neat desk and pounces on the, huh, girly looking boy on top of minseok-hyung.
“YAH!” the girly boy also screams when his and minseok-hyung’s connected lips are teared apart. then he pushes at zitao’s chest roughly zitao stumbles a couple of steps backward. “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!”
zitao is angered by the way minseok-hyung’s hands keep on clutching the girly boy’s lean waist instead of helping him regaining his dignity.
“WHO. ARE. YOU?!” zitao cries out, stomping to get minseok-hyung’s attention but the said boy has his eyes on his girly looking companion who climbs off of his lap, crossing his arms and glaring at zitao with his big, doe, bambi-like eyes.
ugh! why is this person not ugly! it’s easier if he’s not pretty!
“I AM BAO ZI’S BOYFRIEND OKAY! NOW WHO ARE YOU RUDE BOY!” he yells his answer and zitao is lost on the ‘boyfrie―
“oppa!” zitao runs past the girly boy, accidentally shoving the petite body to the floor. the girly boy screeches like a sissy.
minseok-hyung blinks.
zitao shakes minseok-hyung’s shoulders back and forth, sobbing already, “oppa how could you!”
“OPPA?!” the girly boy interrupts.
“lu han-ah?” minseok-hyung easily brushes zitao’s persistent hands and hops off the bed, helping ‘lu han’ to his feet.
‘lu han’ hits zitao’s minseok-hyung chest, wailing about, “CARE TO EXPLAIN? WHY IS THAT GIANT CALLING YOU OPPA OH MY GOD BAO ZI YOU DARE TWO TIMING ME?”
“WHY ARE YOU CALLING MY OPPA BAO ZI!” zitao sobs harder, because that’s the very special nickname he gave to his minseok-hyung when zitao just learned his first words long, long time ago!
“oh, hey, tao.” minseok-hyung smiles and zitao smiles but then ‘lu han’ growls and minseok-hyung doesn’t even care that zitao is feeling so miserable and confused he decides to hug ‘lu han’ instead of him.
minseok-hyung says, “come on, lu han-ah, he’s just my childhood friend, okay? come on~” with the usual consoling tone that always succeeds to calm him down from a bad day but hearing minseok-hyung addressing another person with that...
something inside of zitao breaks.
“oppa...” his bottom lip quivers before his visions are blurred by salty tears. he gasps when its warmth flows down to his cheeks and he hastily wipes at his face, making his way out of minseok-hyung’s room.
“zitao, wait!” and zitao does because of the sheer desperation from minseok-hyung’s voice. but after awhile, minseok-hyung fails him. with a difficulty in breathing thanks to his stupid tears, zitao carefully tiptoes so ahjumama won’t be suspicious as to why he’s leaving so soon.
huang zitao is sixteen years old when he experiences his first ever heartbreak.
▲▼
he sulks and refuses to go to school the next day, whining to his baba that he has a headache. he shouldn’t be lying like a bad boy, but he can barely open his eyes and he doesn’t want bacon to tease him all day!
“uh...” he punches his favorite teddy bear (a gift for his tenth birthday from minseok-hyung) as he feels the new wave of tears threatening to spill out. he’s holding on to thin hope that minseok-hyung will feel sooooooooooooo guilty that he will have to apologize to me and take me to the newly opened bakery near my school!
but minseok-hyung doesn’t come to his house even now; almost lunchtime, and with his parents working and his ge going to his classes, zitao is left alone. plus, he’s hungry. baba said there’s money on the kitchen’s minibar.
okay fine. zitao is a big boy. he’s going to make a call to pizza hut and order the largest stuffed crust pizza plus the garlic cheesey bread and risotto and―
his phone rings. the designated pororo ringtone means it’s chanyeol-hyung calling.
“‘alo hyung?” zitao sniffs.
“ayyyooo taonda! why aren’t you at school today?” chanyeol-hyung is a senior; he plays almost every single instruments available from the music room and he declares himself as huang zitao’s second favorite hyung \=_=/ (because zitao’s ge doesn’t count okay?).
also, chanyeol-hyung calls him ‘taonda’; an abbreviation of zitao slash panda, taken from zitao’s favorite movie and the fact that zitao does wushu just like po.
“i don’t feel well...” zitao rolls on his bed, pouting, pinching his teddy bear’s button nose. “how was your day, hyung?” it’s lunchtime now. zitao figures he can really use the distraction because chanyeol-hyung is so funny!
“awww would you like hyung to go to your house? my umma packed a surprise lunchbox for you after i told her that you loved her cooking!” chanyeol-hyung exclaims.
zitao giggles, “are you going to skip school then? naughty chanyeol-hyung!”
“ssh...” chanyeol-hyung laughs like a maniac from the other line. “i’ll be there in fifteen! see you taonda baby!”
did zitao tell you that chanyeol-hyung also call him ‘baby-in-english’ because chanyeol-hyung really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really likes him?
▲▼
on thursday, minseok-hyung smartly calls him in the middle of english class and zitao himself smartly forgets to turn his iphone into silent mode. the blasting of nalina’s “i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know but i’m hot” is making songsaenim glare at zitao, and zitao flushes red as he rejects the call; switching his iphone into silent mode.
minseok-hyung calls him thrice more before he gives up. at lunchtime zitao checks his voicemail that says,
“IS THIS THE GIANT WHO CALLED MY BAO ZI OPPA? well if you get this, dude, bao zi is mine. yeah no, you are. not. marrying my bao zi. go get some other oppa for yourself. you’re cute so don’t worry. bai bai!”
zitao bawls right there and then, and bacon―his best friend―is proved being useless at comforting zitao for the countless times so their classmates who obviously aware of the existence of the tall senior from class III-A; the one and only park chanyeol the ulzzang a.k.a the most popular boy comma music instruments extraordinaire―they, plural, volunteer to fetch the older boy from his class (also, it’s not everyday they can pretend they’re close to a friendly senior).
zitao hugs chanyeol-hyung and chanyeol-hyung lets zitao soaking his uniform. bacon goes to eat lunch in the cafeteria and the classmates are back with their own businesses (for example, sneakily taking photos of the rumored couple from afar).
“hey hey, it’s okay,” chanyeol-hyung strokes zitao’s head. “do you want to talk about it?”
zitao mumbles, also aware of the existence of his gossipy classmates. he opts to type his feeling on his iphone then shows it to chanyeol-hyung.
chanyeol-hyung’s face turns grim though.
“h-hyung?” zitao grasps chanyeol-hyung’s knees, worried that chanyeol-hyung is going to go real mad at ‘lu han’ or worse; at his oppa. zitao squeezes, leaning closer to change chanyeol-hyung’s murderous expression but the taller boy just shakes his head, gently removing zitao’s hands from his knees and then he gets on his knees.
“hyung!” now all the classmates are openly aiming their cellphones to their direction; some who bring their DSLR cameras are also ready.
“huang zitao,” chanyeol-hyung begins, takes zitao’s clammy hands on his steady ones; activating his serious (and somehow handsome?) face, “if you really want to get married, why don’t you marry me, instead, your second favorite hyung? you know wo ai ni so much.”
zitao bites his bottom lip or else he will laugh out loud at chanyeol-hyung’s desperate attempt in speaking chinese.
which is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sweet hi hi hi zitao giggles along with his classmates (girls, mostly).
chanyeol-hyung pouts.
“aw hyung!” zitao smiles shyly. “where’s the diamond ring?”
chanyeol-hyung face palms.
“behold the eyes of my classmates, i promise i will marry you when you get me a diamond ring, okay? but you have to buy it with your own money, i won’t take it if you seek financial help from your appa or noona, deal?” zitao watches chanyeol-hyung nods like an obedient puppy. good, he saw a very fancy handbag online catalogue from gucci yesterday. if chanyeol-hyung is going to be his husband, he will need to support zitao’s growing fondness of branded stuffs in the future.
“it’s a promise,” chanyeol-hyung grins brightly, entwining their pinkies together.
zitao lets chanyeol-hyung kisses him (his classmates go wild with their cameras) and sends a text announcing their engagement party invitation to minseok-hyung.
it’s ‘lu han’ on the other line when zitao picks up the phone call approximately five seconds later, “hi! congratulations! bao zi just fainted. you’re super quick, i like you. my name is lu han by the way, so call me oppa too, maybe.”
t h e e n d