Who Do You Love?
Title: Who Do You Love?
Length: 367w
Rating: G
Pairing: Minseok/Lu Han
Summary: In which Minseok recognizes his love for a certain elementary exchange student.
One phrase
One single phrase was all it took to paralyze Minseok, 7 years old, grade A elementary student.
"Who do you love?"
He sat frozen on the bench beside the playground as Lu Han, also 7 years old, Chinese elementary exchange student, chimed in his ear. "Who do you love, who do you love, who do you love, Minseok-ah?" His hands were in front of him politely, resisting the urge to grab Minseok by the shoulders and ask him again.
Minseok's cheeks turned red enough they might've been mistaken as cherry tomatoes, the heat of the sunlight beating down on him and the playground surrounding not helping the color. He stared down at his socks. The one on his right foot had a hole in it. He tries to focus on where that could've happened. How did he get that hole? Did he trip? Did his dog get ahold of it before school? Before he could think more Lu Han jumped in front of him.
"Is it me, is it me?"
He clenched onto his dirty jeans and bit his tongue, looking away from Lu Han. He had to do anything to ignore his bullying.
"Oh, I bet it's me, I bet it's me."
He twirls around like a princess, landing into the spot right next to Minseok on the bench. He walks his fingers over like a miniature toy person; up Minseok's arm, up his neck. He could already see the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He began to feel guilty.
His hand flattens out on the back of Minseok's neck and before he can shrug it off and run away Lu Han presses his lips to his burning cheeks.
"Because it's you, oh, it's you; even if it's not me, it's still you."
Minseok doesn't respond verbally, only the tears in his eyes fall to the ground whilst he falls into Lu Han. He feels like punching him as a pair of arms lock around his waist and the tears are wiped away with an Iron Man t-shirt. He cries even more when Lu Han's sweet voice shushes him. He opened his mouth to finally speak as the school bell rang.
"It's you."
Length: 367w
Rating: G
Pairing: Minseok/Lu Han
Summary: In which Minseok recognizes his love for a certain elementary exchange student.
One phrase
One single phrase was all it took to paralyze Minseok, 7 years old, grade A elementary student.
"Who do you love?"
He sat frozen on the bench beside the playground as Lu Han, also 7 years old, Chinese elementary exchange student, chimed in his ear. "Who do you love, who do you love, who do you love, Minseok-ah?" His hands were in front of him politely, resisting the urge to grab Minseok by the shoulders and ask him again.
Minseok's cheeks turned red enough they might've been mistaken as cherry tomatoes, the heat of the sunlight beating down on him and the playground surrounding not helping the color. He stared down at his socks. The one on his right foot had a hole in it. He tries to focus on where that could've happened. How did he get that hole? Did he trip? Did his dog get ahold of it before school? Before he could think more Lu Han jumped in front of him.
"Is it me, is it me?"
He clenched onto his dirty jeans and bit his tongue, looking away from Lu Han. He had to do anything to ignore his bullying.
"Oh, I bet it's me, I bet it's me."
He twirls around like a princess, landing into the spot right next to Minseok on the bench. He walks his fingers over like a miniature toy person; up Minseok's arm, up his neck. He could already see the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He began to feel guilty.
His hand flattens out on the back of Minseok's neck and before he can shrug it off and run away Lu Han presses his lips to his burning cheeks.
"Because it's you, oh, it's you; even if it's not me, it's still you."
Minseok doesn't respond verbally, only the tears in his eyes fall to the ground whilst he falls into Lu Han. He feels like punching him as a pair of arms lock around his waist and the tears are wiped away with an Iron Man t-shirt. He cries even more when Lu Han's sweet voice shushes him. He opened his mouth to finally speak as the school bell rang.
"It's you."