Resolutions
Pairing: xiuhan
Rated: PG-13
Length: 1510 words
Summary: Just a quiet New Year's Eve celebration (if Minseok can convince Lu Han to not set off fireworks from their apartment's rooftop).
When Lu Han leans in, he makes sure that his lips brush against Minseok’s ear, barely there, but just enough to make him shiver. “When midnight hits, I’m going to kiss you.”
“Lu Han,” Minseok says, the corners of his mouth turning upward, which betrays his composure, “your eyelashes tickle.”
Lu Han gives him a conspiratorial grin. If Minseok thinks that’s ticklish, just wait until Lu Han-
And that’s when Lu Han’s cell phone rings. And of course it’s Yixing.
As Lu Han answers the phone, Minseok’s attention returns to the television in front of them. They’re sitting on the couch, Minseok’s head resting on Lu Han’s lap, right where he belongs.
“Are you coming over for the New Year’s countdown?” Lu Han asks Yixing, and the other gives a noncommittal grunt. “C’mon, it’ll be fun! I even decorated the place.”
This is completely true, as Lu Han has gone overboard with the streamers, weaving them intricately throughout the already cramped apartment. They almost resemble a spider’s web, and Lu Han plays with the idea of wrapping Minseok in the center and devouring him. It’s a nice thought.
(Minseok, of course, ruins his fun when he screams that Lu Han shouldn’t be using tape on these walls because their landlady will stab them with her knitting needles.)
“You know I’ve never been the type of person who celebrates New Year’s,” Yixing says, which makes Lu Han frown.
While Lu Han plays with Minseok’s hair, he launches into a speech about how he spent all of this money on fireworks and that if Yixing doesn’t come, he’s going to let them go to waste.
“I don’t think it’s exactly legal to set off fireworks from your apartment’s rooftop,” Yixing sighs. “I don’t think your landlady would like it either, which is even worse.”
“Our landlady doesn’t have to find out! We’ll be really quiet about it!” Lu Han insists.
Minseok, who has been listening to their conversation the entire time, mutters, “Knitting needles.”
Lu Han pokes Minseok in the stomach.
“So are you coming or not?” Lu Han asks.
Although he’s annoyed with Yixing, they’ve been best friends since their diaper days, and it would be nice to celebrate the incoming year with him.
“It depends. Is Minseok still with you?”
“Of course!” Lu Han says, patting Minseok’s cheek for good measure.
Yes, he’s here, right where he belongs.
“Lu Han,” Yixing says, hesitating, “Lu Han, you have to stop this. If you insist on keeping Minseok with you, it’s only going to hurt you.”
This is New Year’s Eve. It’s a time to be joyous, to celebrate a new beginning, a new chance for finding happiness in this world, and Yixing has to ruin the mood, doesn’t he? Lu Han scrunches up his face. How dare Yixing say that about Minseok. He has no right.
“Well, if you’re going to be this way, then you’re uninvited,” Lu Han hisses before hanging up.
Minseok raises an eyebrow and asks if everything’s okay. Lu Han grumbles that Yixing is being an insensitive prick, and Minseok shouldn’t let his pretty little head worry about lowlifes like Yixing.
“But he’s your best friend,” Minseok says.
“Was,” Lu Han corrects.
The screeching emcee on the television drowns out the silence between them. Lu Han keeps his lips pursed, as if he’s sucking on a sour lemon, and Minseok pokes him in the stomach, trying to get him to smile. Finally, Lu Han shakes off the bitter shroud and pokes back at Minseok’s stomach.
Two words:
Poke.
War.
It has them squealing like little girls, running around the cramped apartment and occasionally tripping over one of Lu Han’s infamous piles of junk. Minseok dodges behind the sad-excuse-for-a-coffee-table, and Lu Han gets ready to take a dive, but his hand accidentally bats at one of the low-hanging streamers, and suddenly he’s turned into a colorful mummy, streamers encasing his arms and waist and, wow, Lu Han has never been a mummy before.
Minseok moans, “The tape peeled some of the paint off of the wall! The landlady really will kill us.”
“But don’t you think I can scare the landlady away in this getup?” Lu Han smirks.
Minseok glares at Lu Han, but he can’t keep a straight face, not when Lu Han is covered in streamers and looks positively ridiculous. Overcome with laughter, Minseok grabs his stomach and wipes tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. When he calms down enough, he helps Lu Han clean up all of the streamers and then inspects the walls, frowning.
Lu Han pats the seat next to him on the couch, coaxing him to sit down with a beer.
“I don’t drink,” Minseok says. “You know that.”
“It’ll help you loosen up, Minseok. You can’t spend the rest of the year worrying about a wall,” Lu Han insists.
“You just want to use your drunkenness as an excuse to put your hands down my pants,” Minseok mutters, but he accepts the bottle anyway as he plops down next to Lu Han.
As they watch the New Year’s Eve broadcast, Lu Han takes deliberate swigs while Minseok daintily nurses his bottle. Lu Han drapes himself all over Minseok, and he smiles when Minseok leans back into him. They’re right where they belong. Yixing just doesn’t understand this.
“Hey, Minseok, do you have any New Year’s resolutions?” Lu Han asks, resting his chin on Minseok’s shoulder.
Minseok lets Lu Han play with his fingers and shrugs. “Not really.”
“You should stop worrying,” Lu Han declares. “That should be your resolution.”
“But I can’t help but worry about you,” Minseok says, his voice a little softer.
Lu Han rolls his eyes and circles his fingers around Minseok’s tiny wrist. “I’m fine.”
And Minseok gives him this look that’s so full of concern that Lu Han has to turn away before something in him snaps. They go back to watching the New Year’s Eve broadcast, lost in their peaceful existence.
Since Lu Han has no interest in the television, he buries his face in Minseok’s hair, breathes in the fruity shampoo and the distinct scent of Minseok he can’t quite describe, and finds himself being lulled to sleep, dreaming of all of the things he wants to do with Minseok in the new year. They still need to go to that new café and visit the petting zoo and throw coins into fountains and release a handful of balloons into the blue, blue sky and maybe even set some fireworks off from their apartment’s rooftop.
Yes, there’s so much they still need to do.
“Lu Han, wake up,” Minseok says, gently shaking Lu Han awake.
“Give me five more minutes,” Lu Han grumbles, the remnants of his dreams still clinging to him.
“But then you’ll miss the countdown.”
Reluctantly, Lu Han opens an eyelid to see Minseok smile at him. Lu Han yawns obnoxiously, stretches his arms and legs, and attempts to sit upright, resting his head on Minseok’s shoulder.
“Hey, I was thinking about a New Year’s resolution for you,” Minseok says.
Lu Han mumbles something incoherent.
“I think you should let me go,” Minseok continues quietly. “Yixing is right. I’m bad for you.”
This instantly wakes Lu Han up. He grabs Minseok’s arm tightly, as if an unseen force is trying to wrench him away.
“No.”
Minseok smiles sadly, “I’m not real, Lu Han. You know that, but you insist on keeping me around. You’re alienating your friends and family. Dr. Kim said-”
“Dr. Kim is a liar!” Lu Han cries.
“He’s trying to help you,” Minseok says, “but you’ve stopped taking your medication. Why did you stop? You were doing so well before.”
Lu Han tries to squeeze Minseok’s arm even tighter, to prevent him from leaving, but Lu Han realizes this entire time he’s just been squeezing his fist. This isn’t happening. Minseok belongs here, next to Lu Han.
“I just want you to be happy.”
“I’m happy with you.”
Squeezing his eyes shut, Lu Han doesn’t want to think about facing a world without Minseok. It would feel wrong. It would feel terrifying. A world without Minseok is a world Lu Han doesn’t want to live in.
Lu Han feels Minseok place his hand on Lu Han’s already closed eyes.
“When the new year starts, you won’t be able to see me anymore, okay?” Minseok says.
Lu Han begs, “Don’t leave me. Please. Why are you leaving me?”
“I’m not really leaving you,” Minseok reasons. “I am you.”
Lu Han doesn’t want this.
“Five…”
Lu Han doesn’t want Minseok to leave him.
“Four…”
Lu Han won’t let Minseok leave him.
“Three…”
Minseok will stay by Lu Han’s side.
“Two…”
Forever.
“One.”
Lu Han feels the pressure on his eyes alleviate, and when he opens his eyes, he sees Minseok frowning at him. Relief washes over Lu Han as he embraces the other in a tight squeeze, so tight that he plans to never let go.
“Happy New Year,” Minseok says weakly.
Lu Han is hugging himself.
A/N: Maybe 2014 will be the year I become $$$$$. I don't want to buy more textbooks this semester ;A:
Rated: PG-13
Length: 1510 words
Summary: Just a quiet New Year's Eve celebration (if Minseok can convince Lu Han to not set off fireworks from their apartment's rooftop).
When Lu Han leans in, he makes sure that his lips brush against Minseok’s ear, barely there, but just enough to make him shiver. “When midnight hits, I’m going to kiss you.”
“Lu Han,” Minseok says, the corners of his mouth turning upward, which betrays his composure, “your eyelashes tickle.”
Lu Han gives him a conspiratorial grin. If Minseok thinks that’s ticklish, just wait until Lu Han-
And that’s when Lu Han’s cell phone rings. And of course it’s Yixing.
As Lu Han answers the phone, Minseok’s attention returns to the television in front of them. They’re sitting on the couch, Minseok’s head resting on Lu Han’s lap, right where he belongs.
“Are you coming over for the New Year’s countdown?” Lu Han asks Yixing, and the other gives a noncommittal grunt. “C’mon, it’ll be fun! I even decorated the place.”
This is completely true, as Lu Han has gone overboard with the streamers, weaving them intricately throughout the already cramped apartment. They almost resemble a spider’s web, and Lu Han plays with the idea of wrapping Minseok in the center and devouring him. It’s a nice thought.
(Minseok, of course, ruins his fun when he screams that Lu Han shouldn’t be using tape on these walls because their landlady will stab them with her knitting needles.)
“You know I’ve never been the type of person who celebrates New Year’s,” Yixing says, which makes Lu Han frown.
While Lu Han plays with Minseok’s hair, he launches into a speech about how he spent all of this money on fireworks and that if Yixing doesn’t come, he’s going to let them go to waste.
“I don’t think it’s exactly legal to set off fireworks from your apartment’s rooftop,” Yixing sighs. “I don’t think your landlady would like it either, which is even worse.”
“Our landlady doesn’t have to find out! We’ll be really quiet about it!” Lu Han insists.
Minseok, who has been listening to their conversation the entire time, mutters, “Knitting needles.”
Lu Han pokes Minseok in the stomach.
“So are you coming or not?” Lu Han asks.
Although he’s annoyed with Yixing, they’ve been best friends since their diaper days, and it would be nice to celebrate the incoming year with him.
“It depends. Is Minseok still with you?”
“Of course!” Lu Han says, patting Minseok’s cheek for good measure.
Yes, he’s here, right where he belongs.
“Lu Han,” Yixing says, hesitating, “Lu Han, you have to stop this. If you insist on keeping Minseok with you, it’s only going to hurt you.”
This is New Year’s Eve. It’s a time to be joyous, to celebrate a new beginning, a new chance for finding happiness in this world, and Yixing has to ruin the mood, doesn’t he? Lu Han scrunches up his face. How dare Yixing say that about Minseok. He has no right.
“Well, if you’re going to be this way, then you’re uninvited,” Lu Han hisses before hanging up.
Minseok raises an eyebrow and asks if everything’s okay. Lu Han grumbles that Yixing is being an insensitive prick, and Minseok shouldn’t let his pretty little head worry about lowlifes like Yixing.
“But he’s your best friend,” Minseok says.
“Was,” Lu Han corrects.
The screeching emcee on the television drowns out the silence between them. Lu Han keeps his lips pursed, as if he’s sucking on a sour lemon, and Minseok pokes him in the stomach, trying to get him to smile. Finally, Lu Han shakes off the bitter shroud and pokes back at Minseok’s stomach.
Two words:
Poke.
War.
It has them squealing like little girls, running around the cramped apartment and occasionally tripping over one of Lu Han’s infamous piles of junk. Minseok dodges behind the sad-excuse-for-a-coffee-table, and Lu Han gets ready to take a dive, but his hand accidentally bats at one of the low-hanging streamers, and suddenly he’s turned into a colorful mummy, streamers encasing his arms and waist and, wow, Lu Han has never been a mummy before.
Minseok moans, “The tape peeled some of the paint off of the wall! The landlady really will kill us.”
“But don’t you think I can scare the landlady away in this getup?” Lu Han smirks.
Minseok glares at Lu Han, but he can’t keep a straight face, not when Lu Han is covered in streamers and looks positively ridiculous. Overcome with laughter, Minseok grabs his stomach and wipes tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. When he calms down enough, he helps Lu Han clean up all of the streamers and then inspects the walls, frowning.
Lu Han pats the seat next to him on the couch, coaxing him to sit down with a beer.
“I don’t drink,” Minseok says. “You know that.”
“It’ll help you loosen up, Minseok. You can’t spend the rest of the year worrying about a wall,” Lu Han insists.
“You just want to use your drunkenness as an excuse to put your hands down my pants,” Minseok mutters, but he accepts the bottle anyway as he plops down next to Lu Han.
As they watch the New Year’s Eve broadcast, Lu Han takes deliberate swigs while Minseok daintily nurses his bottle. Lu Han drapes himself all over Minseok, and he smiles when Minseok leans back into him. They’re right where they belong. Yixing just doesn’t understand this.
“Hey, Minseok, do you have any New Year’s resolutions?” Lu Han asks, resting his chin on Minseok’s shoulder.
Minseok lets Lu Han play with his fingers and shrugs. “Not really.”
“You should stop worrying,” Lu Han declares. “That should be your resolution.”
“But I can’t help but worry about you,” Minseok says, his voice a little softer.
Lu Han rolls his eyes and circles his fingers around Minseok’s tiny wrist. “I’m fine.”
And Minseok gives him this look that’s so full of concern that Lu Han has to turn away before something in him snaps. They go back to watching the New Year’s Eve broadcast, lost in their peaceful existence.
Since Lu Han has no interest in the television, he buries his face in Minseok’s hair, breathes in the fruity shampoo and the distinct scent of Minseok he can’t quite describe, and finds himself being lulled to sleep, dreaming of all of the things he wants to do with Minseok in the new year. They still need to go to that new café and visit the petting zoo and throw coins into fountains and release a handful of balloons into the blue, blue sky and maybe even set some fireworks off from their apartment’s rooftop.
Yes, there’s so much they still need to do.
“Lu Han, wake up,” Minseok says, gently shaking Lu Han awake.
“Give me five more minutes,” Lu Han grumbles, the remnants of his dreams still clinging to him.
“But then you’ll miss the countdown.”
Reluctantly, Lu Han opens an eyelid to see Minseok smile at him. Lu Han yawns obnoxiously, stretches his arms and legs, and attempts to sit upright, resting his head on Minseok’s shoulder.
“Hey, I was thinking about a New Year’s resolution for you,” Minseok says.
Lu Han mumbles something incoherent.
“I think you should let me go,” Minseok continues quietly. “Yixing is right. I’m bad for you.”
This instantly wakes Lu Han up. He grabs Minseok’s arm tightly, as if an unseen force is trying to wrench him away.
“No.”
Minseok smiles sadly, “I’m not real, Lu Han. You know that, but you insist on keeping me around. You’re alienating your friends and family. Dr. Kim said-”
“Dr. Kim is a liar!” Lu Han cries.
“He’s trying to help you,” Minseok says, “but you’ve stopped taking your medication. Why did you stop? You were doing so well before.”
Lu Han tries to squeeze Minseok’s arm even tighter, to prevent him from leaving, but Lu Han realizes this entire time he’s just been squeezing his fist. This isn’t happening. Minseok belongs here, next to Lu Han.
“I just want you to be happy.”
“I’m happy with you.”
Squeezing his eyes shut, Lu Han doesn’t want to think about facing a world without Minseok. It would feel wrong. It would feel terrifying. A world without Minseok is a world Lu Han doesn’t want to live in.
Lu Han feels Minseok place his hand on Lu Han’s already closed eyes.
“When the new year starts, you won’t be able to see me anymore, okay?” Minseok says.
Lu Han begs, “Don’t leave me. Please. Why are you leaving me?”
“I’m not really leaving you,” Minseok reasons. “I am you.”
Lu Han doesn’t want this.
“Five…”
Lu Han doesn’t want Minseok to leave him.
“Four…”
Lu Han won’t let Minseok leave him.
“Three…”
Minseok will stay by Lu Han’s side.
“Two…”
Forever.
“One.”
Lu Han feels the pressure on his eyes alleviate, and when he opens his eyes, he sees Minseok frowning at him. Relief washes over Lu Han as he embraces the other in a tight squeeze, so tight that he plans to never let go.
“Happy New Year,” Minseok says weakly.
Lu Han is hugging himself.
A/N: Maybe 2014 will be the year I become $$$$$. I don't want to buy more textbooks this semester ;A: