mini fic dump
LOL I FORGOT TO POST THIS ONE and then i just got lazy. written for chiharu for krishanthemums, the krishan exchange, for the prompt: Something about Kris singing offkey to John Legend in a terrible turtleneck and Lu Han judging him for all eternity.
i chose to feel it and you
g; 2534 words; kris-centric, luhan (platonic kris/luhan)
post-krisis. life goes on.
Yifan’s a little amused.
The reporter standing next to them keeps asking for them elaborate on their performances for the Gala, and Lu Han’s the poor sod who keeps getting the microphone shoved into his clammy hands. He gives a noncommittal answer, just to watch Lu Han sweat on live camera, feeling the same sort of detached amusement from William on his left.
Lu Han shoots him quick glances between questions, alternating between his namesake deer-in-the-headlights expression of terror and scathing promise of retribution for leaving him to the sharks. It’s a wonder Lu Han ever made it out of the Korean entertainment industry alive and dove straight into the even larger Chinese industry, given how clammed-up he still gets in front of a camera. Yifan affects a polite aloofness for the most of the interview towards both his companions, but he still catches the way Lu Han holds himself up tightly, grasping his fingers in front of himself like a prayer.
It brings Yifan back to their debut days during their first few Sina interviews, and he’s hard-pressed to keep from laughing on camera; his face only twitches a little, thankfully. Lu Han’s shoulder jerks minutely, the only indication of him catching Yifan’s mirth. If he weren’t so frozen by being broadcasted live to the millions of their fellow countrymen, Yifan thinks Lu Han probably would’ve stomped heavily on his feet.
When the reporter presses the mic to Lu Han’s hands and urges him to interview the other two, Yifan lets the grin he’s been sitting on slide out, curling his lips up in that slight schadenfreude way that only ever comes out when he can tell Lu Han’s in mild distress. Lu Han twitches his eye but smiles gamely and goes along with the play, giving William an exasperated micro-expression when he decides to join in on the teasing.
“I hope you continue to work hard to further your career as a reporter,” Yifan says cheekily, and Lu Han’s comfortable enough when Yifan’s the one needling him, even on camera, that he lets go of his expression and widens his eyes threateningly with a sharp grin before reigning it back in.
When they finally escape the reporter and the looming broadcast camera, Lu Han sneaks an elbow jab at Yifan’s ribs and a subtle shin kick before they hop back onto the stage for rehearsal.
Yifan thinks it’s a small price to pay for how quickly Lu Han’s reverting to their old relationship. Even if his kicks do hurt like a bitch.
-
The day the video of him and Lu Han walking out of rehearsals leak out, Yifan’s weibo and instagram gets bombarded with comments from his fans and his phone blows up with calls from sasaengs and old friends from the life he’d mostly shed off. He’s not surprised that it gets so much attention, knows that the tenuous relationship between him and his former bandmates has a furious point of contention since the news of his lawsuit had first dropped. Maybe it’s a little gratifying to see that people still care so much about his friendships, but mostly, it’s been an uphill road to shake off the mention of his old group and forge his identity as a separate entity, as solely Wu Yifan.
Lu Han’s subsequent exit from their group had stirred back up all the rumors and fingerpointing that had only started to die after months and months of endurance. Not an interview went by without an opportunistic reporter asking him about a possible reunion, and Yifan started taking antacids just to deal with the churn of his stomach that clenched up further and further the more they asked.
Of the members, the four Chinese members of EXO had stuck together the most, not out of any sort of real sense of friendship, but for protection and familiarity. The day the Happy Camp episode came out with their appearance post-Kris, Yifan had been in the middle of shooting for his debut movie, but his phone blew up with so many texts anyway that he didn’t actually need to watch the taping. (He did anyway, that night, stealing away his manager’s laptop so he could watch the hastily streamed episode while on break from shooting.)
He doesn’t feel the guilt that everyone says he should be feeling, for leaving his members all in a lurch, without word or goodbye, but it’s hard to sit comfortably in face of Yixing’s actual tears and the mulish expressions of the K members. Zitao’s always been the crybaby of them all, but it was Lu Han’s face that struck him. Their relationship was the weakest of the four, Yixing having known Yifan longest and Zitao having imprinted onto him as an older brother figure. It left Lu Han a little at odds with Yifan, unsure of how to properly click together.
Lu Han had comforted the kids on the show, put a sympathetic hand on Yixing’s shaking shoulders, and agreed with the others about the betrayal it had been for Yifan to leave them all, but what Yifan remembered most was the tightness in his eyes. The haunted-hunted-hollowness, sunken in the bags underneath, alongside the rest of the exhaustion that had racked the entire group, even through all the makeup caked on them. For all that Lu Han had agreed on that taping that Kris had done them a huge disservice, Yifan could only see a resigned understanding in his frame.
Yifan doesn’t have a lot of regrets, but at that moment, he had the brief wish that he might’ve talked to them one last time.
-
For all that the media kept talking about their eventual reunion, Yifan only actually saw Lu Han a few days before they were confirmed to perform for the Spring Gala together for the first time. Lu Han kept to mostly his hometown after he came back into the mother country, only going to the other parts of China for the release of his movie, and Yifan had been entirely too busy with shootings for Lao Pao Er in between press releases for Somewhere Only We Know to pay it more than cursory attention. And in the little free time that he had, Yifan could only deliberate on the issue, hedging on whether or not to call or leave a message.
It’s Lu Han who sticks out the metaphorical olive branch, in the end. Though, not so much as sticking as it was brandishing it heavily in Yifan’s face, if he were to really get into the expression.
The ass leaves a text message, of all things, and Yifan’s left bemused that Lu Han never changed his phone number and reminded of the cutesy name that Lu Han had changed his contact name to when he’d swiped Yifan’s phone before. Then, he actually reads the texts and has to laugh because how else would Lu Han act.
han✩han 02:15AM
what is that monstrosity on ur neck
han✩han 02:15AM
how off key do u need to be
han✩han 02:16AM
u need 2 shape up wu yifan
han✩han 02:16AM
the whole of china is crying from ur bad singing
han✩han 02:16AM
john legend did not die for u 2 mangle his song like this
Yifan cracks a smile when he texts back, fingering the turtleneck on his throat in faint amusement. It’s not like Lu Han’s really one to talk with all the Valentino shirts he’s been parading around the airports.
fan of the galaxy 03:40AM
john legend’s not dead you idiot
and i looked Hot in this turtleneck
likun jie said so
The response is immediate, a little surprising since Yifan was sure Lu Han had no activities that day for him to be up so late. But, then again, Lu Han had always been one of the members to sacrifice what precious little sleep they got for time on the internet; it never did well for his growing eyebags.
han✩han 03:41AM
i’m sure he probably did after hearing how bad u butchered up his song
and she said that out of /pity/
Yifan rolls his eyes and pockets his phone, settling back into the seat of the car. His manager catches his eye through a quick glance at the rearview mirror and dryly asks, “Something funny happen?”
He shakes his head and turns to lean against the window, closing his eyes for a quick nap. Inside his jacket, his phone buzzes once more, but it isn’t until he reaches home and takes it out to charge that he sees what the message was.
han✩han 03:43AM
u did good tho
congratulations
When Lu Han sings in public for the first time at the release of Back to 20, Yifan makes sure to keep his phone ready. Lu Han’s overzealous fans do not disappoint, uploading a cut of the performance almost immediately after it’s done, and Yifan takes the chance to watch it while getting touched up by the stylists for another scene for Lao Pao Er’s shooting.
He sends a text immediately after he finishes watching, hurrying over the buttons because the stylist jie fixing his brows is about done.
fan of the galaxy 21:15PM
it’s been 3 yrs since we debuted u still can’t sing w/o shaking
ur lu han prince of china
get a hold of urself
He gets off the chair, harassed by the assistant PA to get onto the set, but he hesitates for a moment before shooting off another text. Then he hands off his phone to his manager and goes.
fan of the galaxy 21:17PM
加油，鹿晗！我是你的凡fan!!!! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ
He’s not free until hours later when he’s about to collapse onto his bed from the long day, and only the ominous beep of his phone battery reminds him to plug it in and check his messages for the day. There’s a couple from Likun-jie and Chao-ge and Kevin and his mother, which Yifan answers immediately, and three from Lu Han, probably sent after his event ended.
han✩han 01:20AM
fuck u
han✩han 01:20AM
as crown prince i banish u from this country
nvr show ur face again
han✩han 01:30AM
thanks
He can hear the begrudging tone of voice so clearly, the petulance and the accompanying roll of eyes as Lu Han bites back the ready insult and goes for an ungracious acceptance of Yifan’s dubious compliment instead. Yifan smirks and ignores the voice in head that sounds awfully like his exasperated mother, telling him to stop pulling on Lu Han’s pigtails, sending off a reply before setting his phone down and heading off to bed.
fan of the galaxy 04:05AM
luhan-ssi hwaiting!!!! 아자 아자!!!
It feels like they’re slowly circling around each other, steadily drawing closer and closer to each other as each day passes. Award shows come and go, and Yifan comes close to meeting Lu Han face-to-face again, but it doesn’t stick. If Yifan were at all inclined to believe in a thing like fate, this would probably seem like a sign to him that they weren’t ready just yet. But really, it’s more like management just wants to make the reunion as dramatic as possible so that they can profit as much as possible from their broken-hearted fans.
Yifan doesn’t much care, all things considered. He’ll see Lu Han when it happens, and beside the fact, they’ve been in touch for a while now, so it’s not like it wasn’t ever going to happen. And if he feels a little bit relieved each time he almost meets Lu Han but doesn’t, that’s his own business.
In the end, the meeting is simple, anticlimactic as everything else in Yifan’s life tends to be. They’re both in Beijing, Lu Han doing a shoot for a magazine and Yifan for a press release and a joint shoot with Sophia for his upcoming movie release, but Yifan pays it no mind. Beijing’s a huge city, and they’ve brushed by each other before without actually meeting. This time isn’t going to be any different. (Except it is.)
Yifan goes out for a quick coffee run, in the precious few hours between the press release and the shoot. After this will be a fitting for his suits for the upcoming openings, so he needs as much energy as possible to get through the days. He dons on a mask and a quick beanie to hide his impossible bleached white hair and assures his manager that he’ll be back within the hour. It’d be quicker to drive, all things considered, but Yifan’s slowly stretching out of his skin, feeling too itchy and tight under the little space he’s been given for the past few weeks.
He finds a nearby Starbucks after a while, and heaves a satisfied huff as he enters the store and breathes in the smell of burnt espresso and brewing tea. There isn’t too big of a line, and he queues up immediately, fingering the wallet in his jacket pocket for assurance. There’s a moptop of teased brown hair in front of him, and Yifan idly waits until it’s just the person in front of him to focus on the registers.
And then, the person speaks and Yifan stops breathing.
“One tall iced Americano, please,” says Lu Han politely, and hands over a credit card casually as the cashier rings him up without fanfare, like they’re used to him visiting. Yifan blinks and holds himself still, waiting for the minute Lu Han turns around.
“Sir? Can I take your order?” the cashier asks, confused, breaking through the tension and Yifan twitches a rueful smile. He looks away from Lu Han, who doesn’t seem to notice him still, to step up to the counter. Trust him to have such an overly dramatic imagination.
“I’ll have an Americano as well. Venti, please,” he says politely, handing over his card to the cashier. The girl smiles blandly and swipes his card before handing it back, and grabs a cup for his order. With nothing else to hold him there, Yifan slowly moves over to the drinks counter, shoving his hands into his pant pockets.
After a few moments, a shoulder brushes against his, and he sweeps his lashes down to catch Lu Han’s smirking face. He’s seen Lu Han many times now on the Internet, pictures of his gaunt face turning round and healthy posted all over Weibo and Baidu, but it’s nothing compared to the reality. Lu Han looks happy.
Yifan finds himself grinning to match the look on Lu Han’s face. “Hey,” he offers, breaking the silence first this time. Lu Han creases his eyes at him, and the smirk softens.
“Hey.”
+ i had a super epic idea to do a conglomeration of three of chiharu's other prompts: Kris knew his next Happy Camp appearance would be difficult, but he hadn't been prepared to announce his undying love for Lu Han on national fucking television. + The Crown Prince of China assigns him three tasks, but Yifan would complete three thousand challenges just to stay by Lu Han's side. + Something about Kris singing offkey to John Legend in a terrible turtleneck and Lu Han judging him for all eternity.
+ clearly that never panned out. it sucks too because i had the whole thing outlined and planned out!!!!! but motivation is such a sucker's bet with me, and by this time, i had already lost like literally All Interest in exo :( :( :(
+ i basically cried at jihye while shitting this out of my ass
+ ppl liked it tho from the exchange comments which i was so grateful for because!!!!! it's so short and tiny and not shippy :( :( :(
+ anyway it's been like months since their last known meeting who knows what's going on
+ fun fact: my last edit for the gdoc was on february 14th HAHAHAHAHA
also, i opened my notes for the first time and apparently, during some time in the past six months, i wrote a quick ficlet on layhan bodyswapping???? idek don't ask me bc i legit don't remember writing this at all
at least you have better thighs
g; 423 words; exo-m (lay, luhan)
bodyswap au with exo otp
Lu Han wakes up to a searing back pain and Yixing’s fucking trumpet horn alarm blasting directly into his ear drums. He scowls, scrunching up his entire face to express his displeasure, and grabs the open pillow next to him to cover his head and drown out the noise.
Instead, his hand knocks over something hard and edged, and the horn blasting in his ears muffles a little, dropping down to the ground with a bit of a stutter. Lu Han startles and pulls his hand back, and then pushes himself up from the bed to grab the alarm clock from the floor. It’s impossibly early and bright, even with the blinds down, rising sunlight peeping through the cracks, and Lu Han grumbles indiscriminately as he turns off the alarm with prejudice. Once silences falls back into the room, Lu Han flops back down on the mattress and shoves his face into his pillow.
He wakes up to what feels like a second but is probably hours later from someone urgently shaking his shoulders. Lu Han shakes them off and mumbles something indeterminable into his pillow, about to fall asleep again, when the pillow is snatched out from under him. His face falls with a small thump against the hard mattress underneath him, but Lu Han snaps threatening eyes at the asswad who’s keeping him awake. He sits up with a struggle.
His own face peers down at him, eyebrows furrowed down and expression in controlled panic. Lu Han blinks twice, and then a third time for good measure, while his brain sluggishly tries to process before his clone speaks.
“Lu Han, we’re in trouble.” That’s his voice. Lu Han frowns, still not comprehending, and his face mirrors it back, huffing out in exasperation. “Yes, it’s you, you’re looking at yourself right now.”
“What.”
His clone shoves a handheld mirror to his face and impatiently orders, “Look, damnit!”
Lu Han stares blankly into the small mirror, and Yixing’s dopey-ass expression stares back. Lu Han blinks, and Yixing reflects it, blinking with him in the same controlled manner.
Suddenly, his brain clicks. He snaps his head up, horror dawning on him, and his face looks back at him, grim. Lu Han wordlessly points a finger at himself and then at his clone, and the clone nods.
“Yeah, dummy. I’m you, and you’re me.” He takes a deep breath, as if steeling himself for reality, and says the next line with the sobriety of one who’s realized the futility of their situation.
“We’ve switched bodies."
i chose to feel it and you
g; 2534 words; kris-centric, luhan (platonic kris/luhan)
post-krisis. life goes on.
Yifan’s a little amused.
The reporter standing next to them keeps asking for them elaborate on their performances for the Gala, and Lu Han’s the poor sod who keeps getting the microphone shoved into his clammy hands. He gives a noncommittal answer, just to watch Lu Han sweat on live camera, feeling the same sort of detached amusement from William on his left.
Lu Han shoots him quick glances between questions, alternating between his namesake deer-in-the-headlights expression of terror and scathing promise of retribution for leaving him to the sharks. It’s a wonder Lu Han ever made it out of the Korean entertainment industry alive and dove straight into the even larger Chinese industry, given how clammed-up he still gets in front of a camera. Yifan affects a polite aloofness for the most of the interview towards both his companions, but he still catches the way Lu Han holds himself up tightly, grasping his fingers in front of himself like a prayer.
It brings Yifan back to their debut days during their first few Sina interviews, and he’s hard-pressed to keep from laughing on camera; his face only twitches a little, thankfully. Lu Han’s shoulder jerks minutely, the only indication of him catching Yifan’s mirth. If he weren’t so frozen by being broadcasted live to the millions of their fellow countrymen, Yifan thinks Lu Han probably would’ve stomped heavily on his feet.
When the reporter presses the mic to Lu Han’s hands and urges him to interview the other two, Yifan lets the grin he’s been sitting on slide out, curling his lips up in that slight schadenfreude way that only ever comes out when he can tell Lu Han’s in mild distress. Lu Han twitches his eye but smiles gamely and goes along with the play, giving William an exasperated micro-expression when he decides to join in on the teasing.
“I hope you continue to work hard to further your career as a reporter,” Yifan says cheekily, and Lu Han’s comfortable enough when Yifan’s the one needling him, even on camera, that he lets go of his expression and widens his eyes threateningly with a sharp grin before reigning it back in.
When they finally escape the reporter and the looming broadcast camera, Lu Han sneaks an elbow jab at Yifan’s ribs and a subtle shin kick before they hop back onto the stage for rehearsal.
Yifan thinks it’s a small price to pay for how quickly Lu Han’s reverting to their old relationship. Even if his kicks do hurt like a bitch.
-
The day the video of him and Lu Han walking out of rehearsals leak out, Yifan’s weibo and instagram gets bombarded with comments from his fans and his phone blows up with calls from sasaengs and old friends from the life he’d mostly shed off. He’s not surprised that it gets so much attention, knows that the tenuous relationship between him and his former bandmates has a furious point of contention since the news of his lawsuit had first dropped. Maybe it’s a little gratifying to see that people still care so much about his friendships, but mostly, it’s been an uphill road to shake off the mention of his old group and forge his identity as a separate entity, as solely Wu Yifan.
Lu Han’s subsequent exit from their group had stirred back up all the rumors and fingerpointing that had only started to die after months and months of endurance. Not an interview went by without an opportunistic reporter asking him about a possible reunion, and Yifan started taking antacids just to deal with the churn of his stomach that clenched up further and further the more they asked.
Of the members, the four Chinese members of EXO had stuck together the most, not out of any sort of real sense of friendship, but for protection and familiarity. The day the Happy Camp episode came out with their appearance post-Kris, Yifan had been in the middle of shooting for his debut movie, but his phone blew up with so many texts anyway that he didn’t actually need to watch the taping. (He did anyway, that night, stealing away his manager’s laptop so he could watch the hastily streamed episode while on break from shooting.)
He doesn’t feel the guilt that everyone says he should be feeling, for leaving his members all in a lurch, without word or goodbye, but it’s hard to sit comfortably in face of Yixing’s actual tears and the mulish expressions of the K members. Zitao’s always been the crybaby of them all, but it was Lu Han’s face that struck him. Their relationship was the weakest of the four, Yixing having known Yifan longest and Zitao having imprinted onto him as an older brother figure. It left Lu Han a little at odds with Yifan, unsure of how to properly click together.
Lu Han had comforted the kids on the show, put a sympathetic hand on Yixing’s shaking shoulders, and agreed with the others about the betrayal it had been for Yifan to leave them all, but what Yifan remembered most was the tightness in his eyes. The haunted-hunted-hollowness, sunken in the bags underneath, alongside the rest of the exhaustion that had racked the entire group, even through all the makeup caked on them. For all that Lu Han had agreed on that taping that Kris had done them a huge disservice, Yifan could only see a resigned understanding in his frame.
Yifan doesn’t have a lot of regrets, but at that moment, he had the brief wish that he might’ve talked to them one last time.
-
For all that the media kept talking about their eventual reunion, Yifan only actually saw Lu Han a few days before they were confirmed to perform for the Spring Gala together for the first time. Lu Han kept to mostly his hometown after he came back into the mother country, only going to the other parts of China for the release of his movie, and Yifan had been entirely too busy with shootings for Lao Pao Er in between press releases for Somewhere Only We Know to pay it more than cursory attention. And in the little free time that he had, Yifan could only deliberate on the issue, hedging on whether or not to call or leave a message.
It’s Lu Han who sticks out the metaphorical olive branch, in the end. Though, not so much as sticking as it was brandishing it heavily in Yifan’s face, if he were to really get into the expression.
The ass leaves a text message, of all things, and Yifan’s left bemused that Lu Han never changed his phone number and reminded of the cutesy name that Lu Han had changed his contact name to when he’d swiped Yifan’s phone before. Then, he actually reads the texts and has to laugh because how else would Lu Han act.
han✩han 02:15AM
what is that monstrosity on ur neck
han✩han 02:15AM
how off key do u need to be
han✩han 02:16AM
u need 2 shape up wu yifan
han✩han 02:16AM
the whole of china is crying from ur bad singing
han✩han 02:16AM
john legend did not die for u 2 mangle his song like this
Yifan cracks a smile when he texts back, fingering the turtleneck on his throat in faint amusement. It’s not like Lu Han’s really one to talk with all the Valentino shirts he’s been parading around the airports.
fan of the galaxy 03:40AM
john legend’s not dead you idiot
and i looked Hot in this turtleneck
likun jie said so
The response is immediate, a little surprising since Yifan was sure Lu Han had no activities that day for him to be up so late. But, then again, Lu Han had always been one of the members to sacrifice what precious little sleep they got for time on the internet; it never did well for his growing eyebags.
han✩han 03:41AM
i’m sure he probably did after hearing how bad u butchered up his song
and she said that out of /pity/
Yifan rolls his eyes and pockets his phone, settling back into the seat of the car. His manager catches his eye through a quick glance at the rearview mirror and dryly asks, “Something funny happen?”
He shakes his head and turns to lean against the window, closing his eyes for a quick nap. Inside his jacket, his phone buzzes once more, but it isn’t until he reaches home and takes it out to charge that he sees what the message was.
han✩han 03:43AM
u did good tho
congratulations
When Lu Han sings in public for the first time at the release of Back to 20, Yifan makes sure to keep his phone ready. Lu Han’s overzealous fans do not disappoint, uploading a cut of the performance almost immediately after it’s done, and Yifan takes the chance to watch it while getting touched up by the stylists for another scene for Lao Pao Er’s shooting.
He sends a text immediately after he finishes watching, hurrying over the buttons because the stylist jie fixing his brows is about done.
fan of the galaxy 21:15PM
it’s been 3 yrs since we debuted u still can’t sing w/o shaking
ur lu han prince of china
get a hold of urself
He gets off the chair, harassed by the assistant PA to get onto the set, but he hesitates for a moment before shooting off another text. Then he hands off his phone to his manager and goes.
fan of the galaxy 21:17PM
加油，鹿晗！我是你的凡fan!!!! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ
He’s not free until hours later when he’s about to collapse onto his bed from the long day, and only the ominous beep of his phone battery reminds him to plug it in and check his messages for the day. There’s a couple from Likun-jie and Chao-ge and Kevin and his mother, which Yifan answers immediately, and three from Lu Han, probably sent after his event ended.
han✩han 01:20AM
fuck u
han✩han 01:20AM
as crown prince i banish u from this country
nvr show ur face again
han✩han 01:30AM
thanks
He can hear the begrudging tone of voice so clearly, the petulance and the accompanying roll of eyes as Lu Han bites back the ready insult and goes for an ungracious acceptance of Yifan’s dubious compliment instead. Yifan smirks and ignores the voice in head that sounds awfully like his exasperated mother, telling him to stop pulling on Lu Han’s pigtails, sending off a reply before setting his phone down and heading off to bed.
fan of the galaxy 04:05AM
luhan-ssi hwaiting!!!! 아자 아자!!!
It feels like they’re slowly circling around each other, steadily drawing closer and closer to each other as each day passes. Award shows come and go, and Yifan comes close to meeting Lu Han face-to-face again, but it doesn’t stick. If Yifan were at all inclined to believe in a thing like fate, this would probably seem like a sign to him that they weren’t ready just yet. But really, it’s more like management just wants to make the reunion as dramatic as possible so that they can profit as much as possible from their broken-hearted fans.
Yifan doesn’t much care, all things considered. He’ll see Lu Han when it happens, and beside the fact, they’ve been in touch for a while now, so it’s not like it wasn’t ever going to happen. And if he feels a little bit relieved each time he almost meets Lu Han but doesn’t, that’s his own business.
In the end, the meeting is simple, anticlimactic as everything else in Yifan’s life tends to be. They’re both in Beijing, Lu Han doing a shoot for a magazine and Yifan for a press release and a joint shoot with Sophia for his upcoming movie release, but Yifan pays it no mind. Beijing’s a huge city, and they’ve brushed by each other before without actually meeting. This time isn’t going to be any different. (Except it is.)
Yifan goes out for a quick coffee run, in the precious few hours between the press release and the shoot. After this will be a fitting for his suits for the upcoming openings, so he needs as much energy as possible to get through the days. He dons on a mask and a quick beanie to hide his impossible bleached white hair and assures his manager that he’ll be back within the hour. It’d be quicker to drive, all things considered, but Yifan’s slowly stretching out of his skin, feeling too itchy and tight under the little space he’s been given for the past few weeks.
He finds a nearby Starbucks after a while, and heaves a satisfied huff as he enters the store and breathes in the smell of burnt espresso and brewing tea. There isn’t too big of a line, and he queues up immediately, fingering the wallet in his jacket pocket for assurance. There’s a moptop of teased brown hair in front of him, and Yifan idly waits until it’s just the person in front of him to focus on the registers.
And then, the person speaks and Yifan stops breathing.
“One tall iced Americano, please,” says Lu Han politely, and hands over a credit card casually as the cashier rings him up without fanfare, like they’re used to him visiting. Yifan blinks and holds himself still, waiting for the minute Lu Han turns around.
“Sir? Can I take your order?” the cashier asks, confused, breaking through the tension and Yifan twitches a rueful smile. He looks away from Lu Han, who doesn’t seem to notice him still, to step up to the counter. Trust him to have such an overly dramatic imagination.
“I’ll have an Americano as well. Venti, please,” he says politely, handing over his card to the cashier. The girl smiles blandly and swipes his card before handing it back, and grabs a cup for his order. With nothing else to hold him there, Yifan slowly moves over to the drinks counter, shoving his hands into his pant pockets.
After a few moments, a shoulder brushes against his, and he sweeps his lashes down to catch Lu Han’s smirking face. He’s seen Lu Han many times now on the Internet, pictures of his gaunt face turning round and healthy posted all over Weibo and Baidu, but it’s nothing compared to the reality. Lu Han looks happy.
Yifan finds himself grinning to match the look on Lu Han’s face. “Hey,” he offers, breaking the silence first this time. Lu Han creases his eyes at him, and the smirk softens.
“Hey.”
+ i had a super epic idea to do a conglomeration of three of chiharu's other prompts: Kris knew his next Happy Camp appearance would be difficult, but he hadn't been prepared to announce his undying love for Lu Han on national fucking television. + The Crown Prince of China assigns him three tasks, but Yifan would complete three thousand challenges just to stay by Lu Han's side. + Something about Kris singing offkey to John Legend in a terrible turtleneck and Lu Han judging him for all eternity.
+ clearly that never panned out. it sucks too because i had the whole thing outlined and planned out!!!!! but motivation is such a sucker's bet with me, and by this time, i had already lost like literally All Interest in exo :( :( :(
+ i basically cried at jihye while shitting this out of my ass
+ ppl liked it tho from the exchange comments which i was so grateful for because!!!!! it's so short and tiny and not shippy :( :( :(
+ anyway it's been like months since their last known meeting who knows what's going on
+ fun fact: my last edit for the gdoc was on february 14th HAHAHAHAHA
also, i opened my notes for the first time and apparently, during some time in the past six months, i wrote a quick ficlet on layhan bodyswapping???? idek don't ask me bc i legit don't remember writing this at all
at least you have better thighs
g; 423 words; exo-m (lay, luhan)
bodyswap au with exo otp
Lu Han wakes up to a searing back pain and Yixing’s fucking trumpet horn alarm blasting directly into his ear drums. He scowls, scrunching up his entire face to express his displeasure, and grabs the open pillow next to him to cover his head and drown out the noise.
Instead, his hand knocks over something hard and edged, and the horn blasting in his ears muffles a little, dropping down to the ground with a bit of a stutter. Lu Han startles and pulls his hand back, and then pushes himself up from the bed to grab the alarm clock from the floor. It’s impossibly early and bright, even with the blinds down, rising sunlight peeping through the cracks, and Lu Han grumbles indiscriminately as he turns off the alarm with prejudice. Once silences falls back into the room, Lu Han flops back down on the mattress and shoves his face into his pillow.
He wakes up to what feels like a second but is probably hours later from someone urgently shaking his shoulders. Lu Han shakes them off and mumbles something indeterminable into his pillow, about to fall asleep again, when the pillow is snatched out from under him. His face falls with a small thump against the hard mattress underneath him, but Lu Han snaps threatening eyes at the asswad who’s keeping him awake. He sits up with a struggle.
His own face peers down at him, eyebrows furrowed down and expression in controlled panic. Lu Han blinks twice, and then a third time for good measure, while his brain sluggishly tries to process before his clone speaks.
“Lu Han, we’re in trouble.” That’s his voice. Lu Han frowns, still not comprehending, and his face mirrors it back, huffing out in exasperation. “Yes, it’s you, you’re looking at yourself right now.”
“What.”
His clone shoves a handheld mirror to his face and impatiently orders, “Look, damnit!”
Lu Han stares blankly into the small mirror, and Yixing’s dopey-ass expression stares back. Lu Han blinks, and Yixing reflects it, blinking with him in the same controlled manner.
Suddenly, his brain clicks. He snaps his head up, horror dawning on him, and his face looks back at him, grim. Lu Han wordlessly points a finger at himself and then at his clone, and the clone nods.
“Yeah, dummy. I’m you, and you’re me.” He takes a deep breath, as if steeling himself for reality, and says the next line with the sobriety of one who’s realized the futility of their situation.
“We’ve switched bodies."