not sure
not sure (wip), set in same verse as hahaimtao & direct sequel of i think
1542 words. for three days worth of xoxocamp. prompt 24: work on a wip. (still a wip)
taobaek, chansoo, krishan, sekai. pg13.
As Baekhyun is digging into the carton of pineapples with his plastic fork, Zitao says, “I think that’s Joonmyun,” in a very quiet voice, kind of mumbling to himself. Baekhyun asks who Joonmyun is and then it hits Zitao that Baekhyun still hasn’t met any of his friends aside from the initial ‘group’. Still mumbling, Zitao says, “Fuck.”
“Who’s Joonmyun?” Baekhyun asks again, mouth half-full with chunks of pineapple. Before Zitao can answer, Joonmyun pops up behind them, with Jongdae, Yixing, and Minseok in tow.
Zitao thinks, “what the hell” but says “what the heck” instead, because he knows that Yixing doesn’t like to hear ‘curse words’. He blinks a few times and waits for any of them to say something because he is thoroughly confused as to why Joonmyun and Jongdae are in public together.
“Zitao, hey,” Joonmyun says before he tilts his head towards Baekhyun. Zitao wants to die or something. “Who’s this?”
“He’s, uh,” Zitao mutters. Baekhyun doesn’t look very offended and instead just keeps piling fruits into his mouth like it’s no one’s business (which it isn’t). “Uh, he’s.”
“I’m his boyfriend or something,” Baekhyun says in between a bite of watermelon and pineapple. He looks at Zitao and then points at Joonmyun. “Who is this?”
“He’s, uh,” Zitao mutters again. Joonmyun, unlike Baekhyun, looks very offended. “Uh, he’s my, uh, dietician?”
Chanyeol sits in front of one of the computers at the library. He is aimlessly clicking things on the world-wide-web, not so much surfing it as kind of doggy-paddling through its vast pages. He finds himself watching cat videos on Youtube, followed by watching people make ‘vegan foods’ on Tastemade (which is also on Youtube). As all this is happening, a few children (variously aged ~9-13) hop onto the computer next to him, clamoring loudly about first-person shooter games.
One says,”let’s play a game with three characters”, another one says, “I know a game with three characters”, and the last one says, “what’s a game where you die really fast but it’s only one person?”
Chanyeol resists the urge to say ‘life’, to keep his ‘scarred children’ quota low. The children keep yelling about games and then one of them says, “we only have, like, 5 minutes” and then the other one says, “no, we have ten” while showing his watch to the first child. The first child seems very confused about this and then says, “I’m logging out” and then they all fight to see who gets to log them out completely.
Later, when Chanyeol is talking to Kyungsoo on the phone, he asks, “It was weird.. should I vlog about it?” and then Kyungsoo replies with, “I think that would be good for our videos, yeah.”
“What are you packing?” Kris asks Lu Han a week before they leave for Guangzhou. They’re in a similar position to the one they’re always in: together on a loveseat with Kris’ laptop in his own lap, playing some indie song, with Lu Han sitting right next to Kris. Today, it’s “Take Care” by Beach House.
“What?” Lu Han asks, not looking at the screen of the laptop this time. His eyes are closed and he may be falling half asleep next to the warmth of Kris’ body. He is a bit confused about the whole ‘packing’ thing. “Where?”
“To China,” Kris says. His eyes don’t leave the screen of his laptop as he blankly stares at the scrolling Youtube time bar. He watches the seconds go by on the player in a seemingly drug-affected haze. “We’re going to China, did you forget?”
“Oh, right,” Lu Han says. He feels a little more awake, having been reminded that he is, indeed, going to China a week from now, suddenly thinking about what he has to bring. “I think I have work.”
“But I already bought the tickets,” Kris sounds kind of monotone, not conventionally angry or anything. His eyes remain on his Macbook’s dull glow.
“I think I’ll quit my job,” Lu Han says, biting his lower lip. He finally looks up at Kris and Kris looks down at him for a moment, this weird un-disaffected expression appearing for ~half a second. “Yeah, I think I’ll quit my job.”
“Just to go to China with me?” Kris asks. Lu Han is still trying to decipher the emotion of Kris’ face but finds himself unable to, as if he’s forgotten every expression anyone’s ever made at him.
“I think, yeah,” Lu Han mutters. Kris keeps looking at him funny and then Lu Han says, “Yeah. I don’t think I want to have my job anymore.”
“What are you doing?” Kris’ eyebrows furrow miniscule-y and Lu Han thinks it’s kind of weird, so he leans up and presses a kiss between Kris’ eyebrows, which seems to catch Kris off-guard, who loosens his expression back to his usual, unamused one.
“I’m going with you,” Lu Han says, patting Kris on the shoulder a few times. “I’m going with you.”
“Okay,” Kris says, looking at his computer screen again.
sehun94: um
jongin94: hi
sehun94: going to call you now
jongin94: not naked. not today
sehun94: just talking, okay?
jongin94: good
Incoming video call from sehun94.
“Hi,” Sehun says once he sees Jongin through the computer screen. Jongin’s camera had taken a few moments to load. He smiles wide.
“Hi,” Jongin says, mirroring Sehun’s smile. “It’s been a while since we’ve talked like this.”
“Yeah,” Sehun bites his lower lip and stares at the barely-moving image of Jongin on his screen, very large and seemingly all-there. “Um.”
The both of them break out into a quiet fit of laughter, neither of them knowing what to say. After a short bit, Sehun suggests, “We should just be quiet and look at each other, maybe.”
“Okay,” Jongin says, still smiling.
The call lasts for three hours, up until Jongin has to go and ‘do things’.
After meeting Joonmyun, Jongdae, Minseok, and Yixing unexpectedly, Zitao and Baekhyun leave Whole Foods side by side and decide to walk to Zitao’s house to ‘do things’. They walk next to each other but not really, seeming ‘uncomfortable’ with their ‘relationship’. The walk to Zitao’s house is kind of far, but they’re okay with it, staying silent as their feet shuffle around the ground, kicking things around from time to time, thinking about making small talk about the weather and deciding against it, due to the already awkward state of their ‘relationship’.
When Zitao opens the door to his house, he calls out in English, “Mom, I brought home my.. thing..” and she replies in Chinese, “Your what?” and walks over to the door with a pair of chopsticks in her hand. Baekhyun waves at her and Zitao says, in Chinese, “He’s kind of my boyfriend..” and she nods a few times, giving Baekhyun a once over.
“Don’t have sex,” she says in English, which causes Baekhyun to laugh, causing Zitao to quickly drag Baekhyun away into his room, as far away from his mother as possible.
“Ummmm,” Zitao says as he closes the door behind them. “Sorry..”
“It’s okay,” Baekhyun says, walking around Zitao’s room, a little curiously maybe. Zitao takes a seat on the ground, in front of the full-length mirror on his closet’s sliding door. He watches as Baekhyun finds place in the center of the room, swiveling his head around to look at (almost) everything.
Approximately ~three minutes later, Baekhyun sits down next to Zitao and looks at the mirror, in front of which they sit side by side, shoulders touching. The both of them look genuinely disinterested, as if they could be zapped right off the planet by an alien and all they would do is ask if the alien has any weed. Baekhyun blinks a few times and tips his head to the side in the same manner a dog would if presented with a reflective surface. “What are you thinking of?”
“I’m wondering why you’ve never read my blog,” Zitao says after a moment of consideration. “I mean.. it’s okay that you don’t care or something.. but I was just wondering.. or something..”
“Oh,” Baekhyun replies. “I don’t know.. there’s a lot of stuff on your blog about Sehun and your past relationship, you know? I guess I was just.. jealous or something..”
“Oh,” Zitao says. “Okay.”
“Yeah, I think I really like you, maybe,” Baekhyun deadpans. “I don’t know.”
“Uh,” Zitao draws the last syllable out for ~seventeen seconds before he says, “I have, um, some MDMA.”
The both of them ingest ~100mg (each) of pure ecstasy and then stare at the mirror for ~20min., waiting for the effects of the drug to take place. Upon feeling a bit of a buzz, Zitao asks, “So, um, you really like me?”
“Maybe, yeah, I think,” Baekhyun replies, looking the most desolate he has ever been. “I don’t know, maybe.” The both of them are criss-cross applesauce in front of the mirror until Baekhyun shifts to put his head in Zitao’s lap with a sigh. “I don’t know. I guess I like you enough to want to be sober-ish when we talk about our feelings is all. I think, at this point, I might like you a lot more than you like me.”
1542 words. for three days worth of xoxocamp. prompt 24: work on a wip. (still a wip)
taobaek, chansoo, krishan, sekai. pg13.
As Baekhyun is digging into the carton of pineapples with his plastic fork, Zitao says, “I think that’s Joonmyun,” in a very quiet voice, kind of mumbling to himself. Baekhyun asks who Joonmyun is and then it hits Zitao that Baekhyun still hasn’t met any of his friends aside from the initial ‘group’. Still mumbling, Zitao says, “Fuck.”
“Who’s Joonmyun?” Baekhyun asks again, mouth half-full with chunks of pineapple. Before Zitao can answer, Joonmyun pops up behind them, with Jongdae, Yixing, and Minseok in tow.
Zitao thinks, “what the hell” but says “what the heck” instead, because he knows that Yixing doesn’t like to hear ‘curse words’. He blinks a few times and waits for any of them to say something because he is thoroughly confused as to why Joonmyun and Jongdae are in public together.
“Zitao, hey,” Joonmyun says before he tilts his head towards Baekhyun. Zitao wants to die or something. “Who’s this?”
“He’s, uh,” Zitao mutters. Baekhyun doesn’t look very offended and instead just keeps piling fruits into his mouth like it’s no one’s business (which it isn’t). “Uh, he’s.”
“I’m his boyfriend or something,” Baekhyun says in between a bite of watermelon and pineapple. He looks at Zitao and then points at Joonmyun. “Who is this?”
“He’s, uh,” Zitao mutters again. Joonmyun, unlike Baekhyun, looks very offended. “Uh, he’s my, uh, dietician?”
Chanyeol sits in front of one of the computers at the library. He is aimlessly clicking things on the world-wide-web, not so much surfing it as kind of doggy-paddling through its vast pages. He finds himself watching cat videos on Youtube, followed by watching people make ‘vegan foods’ on Tastemade (which is also on Youtube). As all this is happening, a few children (variously aged ~9-13) hop onto the computer next to him, clamoring loudly about first-person shooter games.
One says,”let’s play a game with three characters”, another one says, “I know a game with three characters”, and the last one says, “what’s a game where you die really fast but it’s only one person?”
Chanyeol resists the urge to say ‘life’, to keep his ‘scarred children’ quota low. The children keep yelling about games and then one of them says, “we only have, like, 5 minutes” and then the other one says, “no, we have ten” while showing his watch to the first child. The first child seems very confused about this and then says, “I’m logging out” and then they all fight to see who gets to log them out completely.
Later, when Chanyeol is talking to Kyungsoo on the phone, he asks, “It was weird.. should I vlog about it?” and then Kyungsoo replies with, “I think that would be good for our videos, yeah.”
“What are you packing?” Kris asks Lu Han a week before they leave for Guangzhou. They’re in a similar position to the one they’re always in: together on a loveseat with Kris’ laptop in his own lap, playing some indie song, with Lu Han sitting right next to Kris. Today, it’s “Take Care” by Beach House.
“What?” Lu Han asks, not looking at the screen of the laptop this time. His eyes are closed and he may be falling half asleep next to the warmth of Kris’ body. He is a bit confused about the whole ‘packing’ thing. “Where?”
“To China,” Kris says. His eyes don’t leave the screen of his laptop as he blankly stares at the scrolling Youtube time bar. He watches the seconds go by on the player in a seemingly drug-affected haze. “We’re going to China, did you forget?”
“Oh, right,” Lu Han says. He feels a little more awake, having been reminded that he is, indeed, going to China a week from now, suddenly thinking about what he has to bring. “I think I have work.”
“But I already bought the tickets,” Kris sounds kind of monotone, not conventionally angry or anything. His eyes remain on his Macbook’s dull glow.
“I think I’ll quit my job,” Lu Han says, biting his lower lip. He finally looks up at Kris and Kris looks down at him for a moment, this weird un-disaffected expression appearing for ~half a second. “Yeah, I think I’ll quit my job.”
“Just to go to China with me?” Kris asks. Lu Han is still trying to decipher the emotion of Kris’ face but finds himself unable to, as if he’s forgotten every expression anyone’s ever made at him.
“I think, yeah,” Lu Han mutters. Kris keeps looking at him funny and then Lu Han says, “Yeah. I don’t think I want to have my job anymore.”
“What are you doing?” Kris’ eyebrows furrow miniscule-y and Lu Han thinks it’s kind of weird, so he leans up and presses a kiss between Kris’ eyebrows, which seems to catch Kris off-guard, who loosens his expression back to his usual, unamused one.
“I’m going with you,” Lu Han says, patting Kris on the shoulder a few times. “I’m going with you.”
“Okay,” Kris says, looking at his computer screen again.
sehun94: um
jongin94: hi
sehun94: going to call you now
jongin94: not naked. not today
sehun94: just talking, okay?
jongin94: good
Incoming video call from sehun94.
“Hi,” Sehun says once he sees Jongin through the computer screen. Jongin’s camera had taken a few moments to load. He smiles wide.
“Hi,” Jongin says, mirroring Sehun’s smile. “It’s been a while since we’ve talked like this.”
“Yeah,” Sehun bites his lower lip and stares at the barely-moving image of Jongin on his screen, very large and seemingly all-there. “Um.”
The both of them break out into a quiet fit of laughter, neither of them knowing what to say. After a short bit, Sehun suggests, “We should just be quiet and look at each other, maybe.”
“Okay,” Jongin says, still smiling.
The call lasts for three hours, up until Jongin has to go and ‘do things’.
After meeting Joonmyun, Jongdae, Minseok, and Yixing unexpectedly, Zitao and Baekhyun leave Whole Foods side by side and decide to walk to Zitao’s house to ‘do things’. They walk next to each other but not really, seeming ‘uncomfortable’ with their ‘relationship’. The walk to Zitao’s house is kind of far, but they’re okay with it, staying silent as their feet shuffle around the ground, kicking things around from time to time, thinking about making small talk about the weather and deciding against it, due to the already awkward state of their ‘relationship’.
When Zitao opens the door to his house, he calls out in English, “Mom, I brought home my.. thing..” and she replies in Chinese, “Your what?” and walks over to the door with a pair of chopsticks in her hand. Baekhyun waves at her and Zitao says, in Chinese, “He’s kind of my boyfriend..” and she nods a few times, giving Baekhyun a once over.
“Don’t have sex,” she says in English, which causes Baekhyun to laugh, causing Zitao to quickly drag Baekhyun away into his room, as far away from his mother as possible.
“Ummmm,” Zitao says as he closes the door behind them. “Sorry..”
“It’s okay,” Baekhyun says, walking around Zitao’s room, a little curiously maybe. Zitao takes a seat on the ground, in front of the full-length mirror on his closet’s sliding door. He watches as Baekhyun finds place in the center of the room, swiveling his head around to look at (almost) everything.
Approximately ~three minutes later, Baekhyun sits down next to Zitao and looks at the mirror, in front of which they sit side by side, shoulders touching. The both of them look genuinely disinterested, as if they could be zapped right off the planet by an alien and all they would do is ask if the alien has any weed. Baekhyun blinks a few times and tips his head to the side in the same manner a dog would if presented with a reflective surface. “What are you thinking of?”
“I’m wondering why you’ve never read my blog,” Zitao says after a moment of consideration. “I mean.. it’s okay that you don’t care or something.. but I was just wondering.. or something..”
“Oh,” Baekhyun replies. “I don’t know.. there’s a lot of stuff on your blog about Sehun and your past relationship, you know? I guess I was just.. jealous or something..”
“Oh,” Zitao says. “Okay.”
“Yeah, I think I really like you, maybe,” Baekhyun deadpans. “I don’t know.”
“Uh,” Zitao draws the last syllable out for ~seventeen seconds before he says, “I have, um, some MDMA.”
The both of them ingest ~100mg (each) of pure ecstasy and then stare at the mirror for ~20min., waiting for the effects of the drug to take place. Upon feeling a bit of a buzz, Zitao asks, “So, um, you really like me?”
“Maybe, yeah, I think,” Baekhyun replies, looking the most desolate he has ever been. “I don’t know, maybe.” The both of them are criss-cross applesauce in front of the mirror until Baekhyun shifts to put his head in Zitao’s lap with a sigh. “I don’t know. I guess I like you enough to want to be sober-ish when we talk about our feelings is all. I think, at this point, I might like you a lot more than you like me.”