Home, Magic
A/N: Two drabbles written a long time ago.
Title: Home
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: 346
Pairings: Xiuhan
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: LOLNO
Rating: G
Summary: There is a lot of things that his home isn’t, but most importantly, home isn’t Lu Han.
Minseok stops counting the miles between him and his home the moment they all step off the plane in China, running off not much more than adrenaline as they’re bombarded with schedules.
He knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but he’s not sure if he’d been prepared for this much, so much unfamiliarity all around, setting his head awhirl after he’s said his trained greeting, smiling and nodding along like he’s supposed to for everything else. He’s left his family and friends and even his country to chase this dream, and it’s hard and tiring and some nights he can barely pull himself into bed.
But he can’t quite say he misses his home that much.
Home isn’t Lu Han’s lips warm on his ear as he translates something quickly for him, nor is it the hand that tangles with his when they have a quiet moment. Home isn’t Lu Han’s head tucked into his chest for those few hours of sleep before Wu Fan shoves them out of bed, grumbling at them for all they’ll need to do that day. Home isn’t even the rest of them, Yixing and Jongdae and Zitao and Wu Fan, eating quietly together when they have a break. He wouldn’t trade any of it to be back home.
Do you ever wish you were with the others? Lu Han asks him quietly one night, eyes shining open as the clock blinks numbers too late, few hours of rest left to them yet again.
No, Minseok replies, equally soft, and he means it. There is a lot of things that his home isn’t, but most importantly, home isn’t Lu Han. Home isn’t Lu Han’s hands slipped under his shirt and fanned over his back, words muffled in his neck as he presses closer to Minseok. Home isn’t this moment. I don’t.
It’s not any of this Minseok says out loud, but he likes to think that Lu Han understands anyway.
(He does.)
Title: Magic (Au!fic)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: 847
Pairings: Xiuhan
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: LOLNO
Rating: G
Summary: Minseok likes making snowflakes best.
Minseok likes making snowflakes best.
He figures out rather quickly that he has control over all matter of frozen things, and can even bring put an icy layer over all other manner of things with but a touch of his finger. He’s a bit affronted as to why such a power chose him, he’d never quite thought himself a frigid type of person, but he simply pats himself on the back and continues on, as none of them really know why they have these powers anyway.
So, with lack of much to do, he sits in his room and makes snowflakes.
It’s a joyous discovery when he figures out that he can in fact create them, craft them from their original beginnings as a small crystal of ice and gather the droplets of the air around it, freezing them slowly and carefully to create a new piece of art each time. Each one is fleeting, but that’s what he thinks part of their beauty is.
Yixing snickers at him when he sees, but he doesn’t need to be reminded that as least Minseok has something to do rather than perk up the flora of the room.
So he goes about making his little masterpieces, quite happily, on his own, and that is how it stays for a good while. Until one day, Jongin deems it necessary to pop by for a visit, portal of black that he tends to show up in scaring Minseok so much that the entire table turns icy, bringing a chuckle from the younger man.
What stops him from freezing Jongin in annoyance is the shadowy figure behind him, Jongjin coaxing him out and shoving him towards Minseok, muttering something under his breath about not being a valet service before grabbing a surprised Yixing by the arm, disappearing as quickly as he’d come.
Hello, Minseok says eventually, breaking the silence as the young man seems to have no intention of saying much, standing in the center of the room awkwardly and finally shooting a smile at Minseok. Minseok thinks it’s slightly beautiful, and can’t help but wish some of that frost would go to his cheeks. I’m Minseok.
I know, the boy responds simply, and smiles sheepishly at Minseok’s look of surprise. He lifts a finger and steals the snowflake that had been sitting in front of Minseok, letting it go a round around the room before setting it on Minseok’s nose, all without moving an inch. My name is Lu Han, I’ve seen you in Joonmyun’s mirror.
Oh, Minseok says dumbly, nodding as he suddenly remembers the mirror in the center of the table, having talked to the one who controls water once or twice. He doesn’t remember Lu Han, though, and guesses that he must know much more about him than he does about Lu Han. Why are you here then?
Jongin owed me a favor, Lu Han says simply, smiling that same smile and dragging a chair next to Minseok, watching him as he crafts his little snowflakes, each one set on the table in pristine condition. And I wanted to meet you. You looked quite lonely, you know. No one so cute should seem so sad.
Quite the flatterer, aren’t you? Minseok mutters, tossing a snowflake in Lu Han’s general direction, but the boy deflects it easily, sending it right back into Minseok’s forehead. Lu Han doesn’t respond, simply grinning as he watches Minseok go about his business, and doesn’t say another word the rest of the evening, until he passes out unceremoniously on Minseok’s shoulder.
Minseok blinks, and is sure that there’s something that he’s missing here, but goes along with it anyway, because it’s nice to have someone with him besides Yixing for once. And besides, he thinks, moving Lu Han’s head so that it rests on his lap instead, dropping little snowflakes on the boy’s sleeping face, he gets the strange feeling that this is how things are supposed to be.
(I thought you were cute, Lu Han eventually confesses, and Minseok’s cheeks flame, no matter what his special brand of magic, simply staring at Lu Han.
Well, you’re pretty cute yourself, Minseok shoots back, awkward practically radiating off his features. Lu Han laughs so hard that he rolls on the floor, and Minseok just creates a pile of snow to dump on the boy, huffing.
Minseok’s lips are always cold but Lu Han never seems to mind, kissing him like he can never quite get enough, even when he can see his breath between them when he pants into Minseok’s mouth, mysterious smile gracing his lips whenever Minseok asks.
If Minseok didn’t know any better, he would say it’s magic.)
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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed :)
Title: Home
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: 346
Pairings: Xiuhan
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: LOLNO
Rating: G
Summary: There is a lot of things that his home isn’t, but most importantly, home isn’t Lu Han.
Minseok stops counting the miles between him and his home the moment they all step off the plane in China, running off not much more than adrenaline as they’re bombarded with schedules.
He knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but he’s not sure if he’d been prepared for this much, so much unfamiliarity all around, setting his head awhirl after he’s said his trained greeting, smiling and nodding along like he’s supposed to for everything else. He’s left his family and friends and even his country to chase this dream, and it’s hard and tiring and some nights he can barely pull himself into bed.
But he can’t quite say he misses his home that much.
Home isn’t Lu Han’s lips warm on his ear as he translates something quickly for him, nor is it the hand that tangles with his when they have a quiet moment. Home isn’t Lu Han’s head tucked into his chest for those few hours of sleep before Wu Fan shoves them out of bed, grumbling at them for all they’ll need to do that day. Home isn’t even the rest of them, Yixing and Jongdae and Zitao and Wu Fan, eating quietly together when they have a break. He wouldn’t trade any of it to be back home.
Do you ever wish you were with the others? Lu Han asks him quietly one night, eyes shining open as the clock blinks numbers too late, few hours of rest left to them yet again.
No, Minseok replies, equally soft, and he means it. There is a lot of things that his home isn’t, but most importantly, home isn’t Lu Han. Home isn’t Lu Han’s hands slipped under his shirt and fanned over his back, words muffled in his neck as he presses closer to Minseok. Home isn’t this moment. I don’t.
It’s not any of this Minseok says out loud, but he likes to think that Lu Han understands anyway.
(He does.)
Title: Magic (Au!fic)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: 847
Pairings: Xiuhan
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: LOLNO
Rating: G
Summary: Minseok likes making snowflakes best.
Minseok likes making snowflakes best.
He figures out rather quickly that he has control over all matter of frozen things, and can even bring put an icy layer over all other manner of things with but a touch of his finger. He’s a bit affronted as to why such a power chose him, he’d never quite thought himself a frigid type of person, but he simply pats himself on the back and continues on, as none of them really know why they have these powers anyway.
So, with lack of much to do, he sits in his room and makes snowflakes.
It’s a joyous discovery when he figures out that he can in fact create them, craft them from their original beginnings as a small crystal of ice and gather the droplets of the air around it, freezing them slowly and carefully to create a new piece of art each time. Each one is fleeting, but that’s what he thinks part of their beauty is.
Yixing snickers at him when he sees, but he doesn’t need to be reminded that as least Minseok has something to do rather than perk up the flora of the room.
So he goes about making his little masterpieces, quite happily, on his own, and that is how it stays for a good while. Until one day, Jongin deems it necessary to pop by for a visit, portal of black that he tends to show up in scaring Minseok so much that the entire table turns icy, bringing a chuckle from the younger man.
What stops him from freezing Jongin in annoyance is the shadowy figure behind him, Jongjin coaxing him out and shoving him towards Minseok, muttering something under his breath about not being a valet service before grabbing a surprised Yixing by the arm, disappearing as quickly as he’d come.
Hello, Minseok says eventually, breaking the silence as the young man seems to have no intention of saying much, standing in the center of the room awkwardly and finally shooting a smile at Minseok. Minseok thinks it’s slightly beautiful, and can’t help but wish some of that frost would go to his cheeks. I’m Minseok.
I know, the boy responds simply, and smiles sheepishly at Minseok’s look of surprise. He lifts a finger and steals the snowflake that had been sitting in front of Minseok, letting it go a round around the room before setting it on Minseok’s nose, all without moving an inch. My name is Lu Han, I’ve seen you in Joonmyun’s mirror.
Oh, Minseok says dumbly, nodding as he suddenly remembers the mirror in the center of the table, having talked to the one who controls water once or twice. He doesn’t remember Lu Han, though, and guesses that he must know much more about him than he does about Lu Han. Why are you here then?
Jongin owed me a favor, Lu Han says simply, smiling that same smile and dragging a chair next to Minseok, watching him as he crafts his little snowflakes, each one set on the table in pristine condition. And I wanted to meet you. You looked quite lonely, you know. No one so cute should seem so sad.
Quite the flatterer, aren’t you? Minseok mutters, tossing a snowflake in Lu Han’s general direction, but the boy deflects it easily, sending it right back into Minseok’s forehead. Lu Han doesn’t respond, simply grinning as he watches Minseok go about his business, and doesn’t say another word the rest of the evening, until he passes out unceremoniously on Minseok’s shoulder.
Minseok blinks, and is sure that there’s something that he’s missing here, but goes along with it anyway, because it’s nice to have someone with him besides Yixing for once. And besides, he thinks, moving Lu Han’s head so that it rests on his lap instead, dropping little snowflakes on the boy’s sleeping face, he gets the strange feeling that this is how things are supposed to be.
(I thought you were cute, Lu Han eventually confesses, and Minseok’s cheeks flame, no matter what his special brand of magic, simply staring at Lu Han.
Well, you’re pretty cute yourself, Minseok shoots back, awkward practically radiating off his features. Lu Han laughs so hard that he rolls on the floor, and Minseok just creates a pile of snow to dump on the boy, huffing.
Minseok’s lips are always cold but Lu Han never seems to mind, kissing him like he can never quite get enough, even when he can see his breath between them when he pants into Minseok’s mouth, mysterious smile gracing his lips whenever Minseok asks.
If Minseok didn’t know any better, he would say it’s magic.)
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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed :)