post #6
TL;DR RULES
1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use trigger warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use trigger warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
“Xiao Lu, Duizhang said you wanted me?” Minseok asks. Luhan looks up, not sure whether he should curse Yifan or bless him.
“Minseokkie,” Luhan says quietly, “uh, I-I…”
“What?” Minseok asks, walking over to Luhan looking concerned. “Are you okay? Are you sick? I’ll take care of you, Luhan, don’t worry, okay?”
“Minseok, you’re really handsome,” Luhan finally spits out.
“What?” Minseok says. “Luhan, are you okay?”
“Listen,” Luhan says. “You’re handsome. I love your eyes and your hair and your cheeks and your smile. And I love your belly and your thighs and your lack of triceps. I love your dancing and your singing and your acting. I love how hard you try at speaking Chinese and how you never, never get discouraged even when you don’t even get the recognition you deserve. I love how you look at me and how you talk to me and how you let me take pictures of you and how you let me love you. I love you.”
Minseok sits there for a moment, his cheeks flaring but otherwise looking quite shell-shocked. Luhan takes his hand, and it’s soft and warm and Luhan is just reassured that he does indeed love Minseok.
“L-Luhan,” Minseok starts, “I…wow.” And then Minseok starts to cry. Fat tears seep from his eyes, covering his smooth face with salty water. “Thank you,” he sobs. He reaches out for Luhan, and Luhan hugs him tight, relishing in the feeling of Minseok’s warm body in his arms. “I try not to let how insecure I am show, but-you-”
“You’re amazing, Kim Minseok,” Luhan says, rubbing comforting circles into Minseok’s back. Minseok pulls back, and Luhan takes Minseok’s face. “You’re amazing.”
“I’ve-I’ve liked you for a while, but I never thought someone like you could ever like me,” Minseok says, and then Luhan looks at him seriously.
“What do you mean, ‘someone like me?’ Minseok, I’m in love with you, okay? And you’re good enough-no, you’re too good for someone like me. I like everything about you. You’re loved. You’re loved by so many people.”
“Thank you,” Minseok laughs tearfully.
“Minseok, can I kiss you?” Luhan asks.
“Yes,” Minseok replies, and so Luhan does. He takes Minseok’s beautiful face in his hands and kisses his perfect pink lips. He tastes like lemon and his kiss is warm and soft, and even though they don’t kiss for a very long time, it’s just right. It’s perfect.
When the two of them finally leave the room, Kris is sitting in the living room watching TV.
“So?” he asks Luhan.
“I’m Minseok’s number one fan,” Luhan replies.
“So that’s what they call it these days,” Yifan smirks, but Luhan just pulls Minseok closer.
“Yeah,” Luhan smiles, and Minseok looks up at Luhan with that look again, and Luhan kisses him quickly. “That’s exactly what they call it.”
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