Secrets Worth Keeping [1/?]
secrets worth keeping [1/15]
Pairings: Kris/Lay, Xiumin/Luhan, one sided!Taoris, Kris/Chanyeol
Genre: High School!AU
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1, 930
Summary: Wu Fan is the star player of the school’s basketball team and a known ladies man. But Yixing discovers that it’s not all quite what it seems.
prologue | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | {xiuhan side story} | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | {taochen side story} | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen
It’s lunch time and Yixing slides onto his seat with a groan, almost upsetting his water all over the table. Minseok moves the cup a little further away from Yixing’s folded arms and elbows him in the side.
“Hey, watch it! I don’t want water all over my lunch,” he says, arms in a protective circle around his food.
“What’s up?” Lu Han asks, partway through chewing on piece of chicken.
Yixing raises his head a little, chin pressed into his arms and hair a mess over his eyes.
“I got detention because I didn’t do my English homework.”
Lu Han frowns, “Again?”
“I can’t do it!” Yixing moans, burying his head, “It’s too hard!” He stomps his feet under the table, only to be stopped by a swift kick to his ankle - assumedly from Zitao, who sends him a dirty look.
“It’s not that hard.”
“Says the guy who made every second letter a capital,” Yixing shoots back. Jongdae offers Zitao a reassuring pat on the back.
It’s at that moment when Yixing looks up, that a group of girls walk past flanking Wu Fan, who has his arm wrapped around one of their waists. He smiles and leans over to kiss her, brushing her hair gently away from her face. Yixing wrinkles his nose in disgust and Lu Han stretches his arms out across the table, making grabbing motions with his fingers.
“That reminds me, you owe me some money Yixing.”
Yixing begrudgingly takes out his wallet and pulls out a handful of notes. “Let that be a lesson to us all,” he says in a deep voice, eyes serious, “never underestimate the sleaziness of Eyebrows.”
They all laugh and Yixing grins, beginning to poke at his food which still sits unappetisingly on his plate.
“He isn’t that bad,” Zitao says quietly and Jongdae snorts, sending him a pointed look.
“That’s just because you love him.”
It’s almost impossible to take Zitao’s glare seriously when he blushes furiously.
“I do not!”
Minseok rolls his eyes.
“I’m pretty sure you have some sort of shrine dedicated to him at your house.”
“Actually, he does have a photo of Eyebrows in his locker,” Lu Han says and is promptly pushed off his seat. Minseok guffaws and Zitao sinks lower in his chair, dark hair falling across his face but doing little to hide the colour staining his cheeks. Yixing shakes his head.
“I have no idea what you see in him, he’s gross.”
His eyes flicker across to Wu Fan who is now sitting at a table on the other end of the cafeteria. He looks like he’s telling a story and all of the girls are listening with rapt attention and glazed eyes. One of them is even trying, but failing, to climb into his lap. Wu Fan says something with a smile and the girls all laugh. There is a scatter of guys around him too but they are most likely there solely for the attention of the girls.
Yixing narrows his eyes and makes poking motions with his chopsticks at Wu Fan only to drop them when Wu Fan looks over and catches his eye, a glare flashing across his features.
Yixing huffs and crosses his arms. “Looks like your lover doesn’t like me very much,” he says to Zitao who rolls his eyes.
“Is today ‘everyone pick on Zitao day’ or something?”
Lu Han grins widely. “Every day is pick on Zitao day.” Zitao deadpans and flicks Lu Han on the arm.
“Where do you have detention anyway Yixing?” Minseok says as he steals some food off Lu Han’s plate. Lu Han slaps his hand away with a hissed, “Get your own.”
“I have to pick up rubbish around the gym for an hour.”
Minseok pulls a face, “That’s no fun.”
“Well I would love to help you,” Jongdae drawls, “but unfortunately im going to be busy all afternoon watching tv.”
Yixing kicks him under the table. “Shut up.”
Minseok’s eyes flicker back and forth from Lu Han to his food. “You’re not even eating it,” he whines, pouting a little. Lu Han smiles happily and begins to poke his cheeks as Minseok flails in an attempt to get away.
The bell sounds and Yixing sighs at his untouched lunch.
*
The teacher is droning on about equations but the lines on the board blur in Yixing’s vision and become a mass of dark squiggles. It’s not that hard anyway really, he’s already three chapters ahead of their work in class so there’s not much need to pay attention.
Lu Han shifts his desk sideways, shifting closer every time the teacher turns her back. Within a few moves, he is right beside Yixing and he nudges him.
“Do you want to go to the movies later?”
Yixing looks at him. “I have detention,” he says pointedly.
“Ah sorry,” Lu Han says, throwing him an apologetic look.
“Are you all going?”
“Well, it’s just me and Minseok so far…”
Yixing sighs and stabs his pencil a little too hard against his book, the tip of it snapping against the paper. He frowns at the broken lead and drops the pencil to his desk, letting it roll away teasingly.
“Ugh, I hate having detention.”
Lu Han scoffs, “Well maybe you should attempt your homework then.” He begins to draw nonsensical lines in the margin of his exercise book.
“Apparently Wu Fan is top of our class.”
“What in maths?”
“English.”
Lu Han looks up, eyes dancing. “Are you jealous Xingie? Don’t worry, you’re coming top in every other class so don’t let it bother you.”
“Okay first of all, what did you just call me? And secondly, never do that again or I will tell everyone your secrets.”
Lu Han grins and reaches forward to poke his nose with the end of his pen - Yixing really hopes that it’s the end without the ink.
“You don’t know my secrets.”
“Lu Han, I know all of your secrets.”
Lu Han snorts and goes back to his drawing. He tears off a piece of paper from his book and writes something on it, crushing it into a ball before throwing it at Minseok across the room. It hits him square on the back of his head and Yixing grins, hi-fiving Lu Han silently. Minseok jerks around and glares at them, mouthing something which Yixing can only guess is a profanity.
The teacher still hasn’t seemed to notice the two desks pushed together and Lu Han begins to sketch a series of people on his page. Yixing inwardly wonders where Lu Han’s good grades even come from and - as he watches the formation of the stick figure army on the page - why he takes art.
He spends the rest of the lesson with his head on the desk and Lu Han occasionally blowing softly in his ear to scare him.
*
It’s the end of the day and Yixing dawdles on his way to the gym, Lu Han walking beside him with a smile on his lips and his books in his arms.
“I got another one.”
Yixing looks at him sideways, “Another what?”
Lu Han stops for a moment and fishes through the pile of books, successfully managing to slip a small pink piece of paper from between two pages. He nods at Yixing to take it.
The paper is crumbled, a piece torn off from some sort of line notebook and in the middle of it, is Lu Han’s name with a series of hearts fluttering around it.
“Another one of your love letters then?”
Lu Han shrugs, “I guess. It’s the same time every day just slipped into my locker.”
“And you have no idea who it is?”
“None,” Lu Han replies squinting at the letter. “If only they would write more so I could try and match the handwriting…”
Yixing laughs. “Steady there Sherlock.”
They are quiet for a bit, shoulders bumping and hands brushing, a sort of contentment with each other’s company. They arrive outside the gym and Lu Han turns to him.
“I have to go,” Lu Han says, offering a smile. “The movie starts soon.”
Yixing huffs. “Sure, sure, because otherwise you would have stayed with me…”
Lu Han punches him lightly on the arm with a smile and waves before he turns, hands in his pockets as he quickly walks back up the corridor.
*It’s a little disconcerting inside; the absence of people casting a ghostly atmosphere over the place. It’s darker too, only with a few dull lights on the side of the walls.
Yixing swears there aren’t usually this many seats in the gym as he looks around in dismay with his plastic bag and pair of gloves. An artificial breeze from the air conditioner blows a piece of plastic wrapper against his foot and Yixing kicks at it viciously before frantically trying to catch it and stuff it in his plastic bag. He holds it up and glares at it.
“Fuck you,” he says in English and laughs to himself. “See, my English is good.”
He grabs ferociously at a series of papers on the ground near the first row of chairs, chasing them as they roll away. He is so absorbed in his hatred of all things plastic that he almost misses the noises coming from the change rooms.
He pauses, standing up straight and his head tilted to the side as he alerts. The sounds come again and Yixing would have to be the worst teenager in the world if he didn’t immediately know what the sounds indicated. He bites his lip as a grin widens on his face and he carefully places his bag of rubbish on the seat next to him, tiptoeing across the rows of seats and hopping down to the ground floor of the court.
He winces a bit as his shoes squeak softly but he manages to make it all the way across to the change rooms without too much noise. The door is already ajar and he sidles up to it, hands and back pressed flat against the bricks. The moaning is getting much louder now and he can hear heavy breathing from inside.
With a precise angle, he turns so that he can only just see beyond the crack of the door.
There is an exceptionally load groan and Yixing inhales sharply because it’s not just anyone it’s Wu Fan and he’s with a guy and it’s in that moment, that Yixing loses his balance completely and falls inside the room with a deafening crash.
Wu Fan jumps away from the boy as though electrocuted and fixes Yixing with a startled expression.
“What the fuck Zhang…”
An ominous silence befalls the room and Yixing is quite frankly terrified.
“I’m sorry I didn’t- I didn’t…”
The strange thing is though, that more than anything, Wu Fan doesn’t look angry - he looks just as frightened as Yixing feels. Wu Fan fumbles around for words for a moment before he breathes in shakily.
“We were just…” he trails off, looking at the other boy for a moment - and Yixing recognises him, he’s the exchange student from Korea, Chanyeol or something. Chanyeol doesn’t even really look bothered; he’s just fixing up his pants and slowly re-doing the buttons on his shirt, his face flushed.
Yixing nods hurriedly, refusing to look at Wu Fan properly.
“It’s fine um, I’ll just - just go now.”
And with one last look back, he stumbles out the door, almost running into the wall in his hurry to escape.
*
AN: I never write chaptered fics because I always lose interest and motivation half way through so please oh please guys, help me keep this one going! ;; I really want to finish it! Writing a chaptered HS!AU has always been something i've wanted to do. And I promise in the future, chapters will be longer than this! erm, and excuse any cliches throughout this story - they are kind of a given with high school!AUs really ^^;
Pairings: Kris/Lay, Xiumin/Luhan, one sided!Taoris, Kris/Chanyeol
Genre: High School!AU
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1, 930
Summary: Wu Fan is the star player of the school’s basketball team and a known ladies man. But Yixing discovers that it’s not all quite what it seems.
prologue | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | {xiuhan side story} | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | {taochen side story} | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen
It’s lunch time and Yixing slides onto his seat with a groan, almost upsetting his water all over the table. Minseok moves the cup a little further away from Yixing’s folded arms and elbows him in the side.
“Hey, watch it! I don’t want water all over my lunch,” he says, arms in a protective circle around his food.
“What’s up?” Lu Han asks, partway through chewing on piece of chicken.
Yixing raises his head a little, chin pressed into his arms and hair a mess over his eyes.
“I got detention because I didn’t do my English homework.”
Lu Han frowns, “Again?”
“I can’t do it!” Yixing moans, burying his head, “It’s too hard!” He stomps his feet under the table, only to be stopped by a swift kick to his ankle - assumedly from Zitao, who sends him a dirty look.
“It’s not that hard.”
“Says the guy who made every second letter a capital,” Yixing shoots back. Jongdae offers Zitao a reassuring pat on the back.
It’s at that moment when Yixing looks up, that a group of girls walk past flanking Wu Fan, who has his arm wrapped around one of their waists. He smiles and leans over to kiss her, brushing her hair gently away from her face. Yixing wrinkles his nose in disgust and Lu Han stretches his arms out across the table, making grabbing motions with his fingers.
“That reminds me, you owe me some money Yixing.”
Yixing begrudgingly takes out his wallet and pulls out a handful of notes. “Let that be a lesson to us all,” he says in a deep voice, eyes serious, “never underestimate the sleaziness of Eyebrows.”
They all laugh and Yixing grins, beginning to poke at his food which still sits unappetisingly on his plate.
“He isn’t that bad,” Zitao says quietly and Jongdae snorts, sending him a pointed look.
“That’s just because you love him.”
It’s almost impossible to take Zitao’s glare seriously when he blushes furiously.
“I do not!”
Minseok rolls his eyes.
“I’m pretty sure you have some sort of shrine dedicated to him at your house.”
“Actually, he does have a photo of Eyebrows in his locker,” Lu Han says and is promptly pushed off his seat. Minseok guffaws and Zitao sinks lower in his chair, dark hair falling across his face but doing little to hide the colour staining his cheeks. Yixing shakes his head.
“I have no idea what you see in him, he’s gross.”
His eyes flicker across to Wu Fan who is now sitting at a table on the other end of the cafeteria. He looks like he’s telling a story and all of the girls are listening with rapt attention and glazed eyes. One of them is even trying, but failing, to climb into his lap. Wu Fan says something with a smile and the girls all laugh. There is a scatter of guys around him too but they are most likely there solely for the attention of the girls.
Yixing narrows his eyes and makes poking motions with his chopsticks at Wu Fan only to drop them when Wu Fan looks over and catches his eye, a glare flashing across his features.
Yixing huffs and crosses his arms. “Looks like your lover doesn’t like me very much,” he says to Zitao who rolls his eyes.
“Is today ‘everyone pick on Zitao day’ or something?”
Lu Han grins widely. “Every day is pick on Zitao day.” Zitao deadpans and flicks Lu Han on the arm.
“Where do you have detention anyway Yixing?” Minseok says as he steals some food off Lu Han’s plate. Lu Han slaps his hand away with a hissed, “Get your own.”
“I have to pick up rubbish around the gym for an hour.”
Minseok pulls a face, “That’s no fun.”
“Well I would love to help you,” Jongdae drawls, “but unfortunately im going to be busy all afternoon watching tv.”
Yixing kicks him under the table. “Shut up.”
Minseok’s eyes flicker back and forth from Lu Han to his food. “You’re not even eating it,” he whines, pouting a little. Lu Han smiles happily and begins to poke his cheeks as Minseok flails in an attempt to get away.
The bell sounds and Yixing sighs at his untouched lunch.
*
The teacher is droning on about equations but the lines on the board blur in Yixing’s vision and become a mass of dark squiggles. It’s not that hard anyway really, he’s already three chapters ahead of their work in class so there’s not much need to pay attention.
Lu Han shifts his desk sideways, shifting closer every time the teacher turns her back. Within a few moves, he is right beside Yixing and he nudges him.
“Do you want to go to the movies later?”
Yixing looks at him. “I have detention,” he says pointedly.
“Ah sorry,” Lu Han says, throwing him an apologetic look.
“Are you all going?”
“Well, it’s just me and Minseok so far…”
Yixing sighs and stabs his pencil a little too hard against his book, the tip of it snapping against the paper. He frowns at the broken lead and drops the pencil to his desk, letting it roll away teasingly.
“Ugh, I hate having detention.”
Lu Han scoffs, “Well maybe you should attempt your homework then.” He begins to draw nonsensical lines in the margin of his exercise book.
“Apparently Wu Fan is top of our class.”
“What in maths?”
“English.”
Lu Han looks up, eyes dancing. “Are you jealous Xingie? Don’t worry, you’re coming top in every other class so don’t let it bother you.”
“Okay first of all, what did you just call me? And secondly, never do that again or I will tell everyone your secrets.”
Lu Han grins and reaches forward to poke his nose with the end of his pen - Yixing really hopes that it’s the end without the ink.
“You don’t know my secrets.”
“Lu Han, I know all of your secrets.”
Lu Han snorts and goes back to his drawing. He tears off a piece of paper from his book and writes something on it, crushing it into a ball before throwing it at Minseok across the room. It hits him square on the back of his head and Yixing grins, hi-fiving Lu Han silently. Minseok jerks around and glares at them, mouthing something which Yixing can only guess is a profanity.
The teacher still hasn’t seemed to notice the two desks pushed together and Lu Han begins to sketch a series of people on his page. Yixing inwardly wonders where Lu Han’s good grades even come from and - as he watches the formation of the stick figure army on the page - why he takes art.
He spends the rest of the lesson with his head on the desk and Lu Han occasionally blowing softly in his ear to scare him.
*
It’s the end of the day and Yixing dawdles on his way to the gym, Lu Han walking beside him with a smile on his lips and his books in his arms.
“I got another one.”
Yixing looks at him sideways, “Another what?”
Lu Han stops for a moment and fishes through the pile of books, successfully managing to slip a small pink piece of paper from between two pages. He nods at Yixing to take it.
The paper is crumbled, a piece torn off from some sort of line notebook and in the middle of it, is Lu Han’s name with a series of hearts fluttering around it.
“Another one of your love letters then?”
Lu Han shrugs, “I guess. It’s the same time every day just slipped into my locker.”
“And you have no idea who it is?”
“None,” Lu Han replies squinting at the letter. “If only they would write more so I could try and match the handwriting…”
Yixing laughs. “Steady there Sherlock.”
They are quiet for a bit, shoulders bumping and hands brushing, a sort of contentment with each other’s company. They arrive outside the gym and Lu Han turns to him.
“I have to go,” Lu Han says, offering a smile. “The movie starts soon.”
Yixing huffs. “Sure, sure, because otherwise you would have stayed with me…”
Lu Han punches him lightly on the arm with a smile and waves before he turns, hands in his pockets as he quickly walks back up the corridor.
*It’s a little disconcerting inside; the absence of people casting a ghostly atmosphere over the place. It’s darker too, only with a few dull lights on the side of the walls.
Yixing swears there aren’t usually this many seats in the gym as he looks around in dismay with his plastic bag and pair of gloves. An artificial breeze from the air conditioner blows a piece of plastic wrapper against his foot and Yixing kicks at it viciously before frantically trying to catch it and stuff it in his plastic bag. He holds it up and glares at it.
“Fuck you,” he says in English and laughs to himself. “See, my English is good.”
He grabs ferociously at a series of papers on the ground near the first row of chairs, chasing them as they roll away. He is so absorbed in his hatred of all things plastic that he almost misses the noises coming from the change rooms.
He pauses, standing up straight and his head tilted to the side as he alerts. The sounds come again and Yixing would have to be the worst teenager in the world if he didn’t immediately know what the sounds indicated. He bites his lip as a grin widens on his face and he carefully places his bag of rubbish on the seat next to him, tiptoeing across the rows of seats and hopping down to the ground floor of the court.
He winces a bit as his shoes squeak softly but he manages to make it all the way across to the change rooms without too much noise. The door is already ajar and he sidles up to it, hands and back pressed flat against the bricks. The moaning is getting much louder now and he can hear heavy breathing from inside.
With a precise angle, he turns so that he can only just see beyond the crack of the door.
There is an exceptionally load groan and Yixing inhales sharply because it’s not just anyone it’s Wu Fan and he’s with a guy and it’s in that moment, that Yixing loses his balance completely and falls inside the room with a deafening crash.
Wu Fan jumps away from the boy as though electrocuted and fixes Yixing with a startled expression.
“What the fuck Zhang…”
An ominous silence befalls the room and Yixing is quite frankly terrified.
“I’m sorry I didn’t- I didn’t…”
The strange thing is though, that more than anything, Wu Fan doesn’t look angry - he looks just as frightened as Yixing feels. Wu Fan fumbles around for words for a moment before he breathes in shakily.
“We were just…” he trails off, looking at the other boy for a moment - and Yixing recognises him, he’s the exchange student from Korea, Chanyeol or something. Chanyeol doesn’t even really look bothered; he’s just fixing up his pants and slowly re-doing the buttons on his shirt, his face flushed.
Yixing nods hurriedly, refusing to look at Wu Fan properly.
“It’s fine um, I’ll just - just go now.”
And with one last look back, he stumbles out the door, almost running into the wall in his hurry to escape.
*
AN: I never write chaptered fics because I always lose interest and motivation half way through so please oh please guys, help me keep this one going! ;; I really want to finish it! Writing a chaptered HS!AU has always been something i've wanted to do. And I promise in the future, chapters will be longer than this! erm, and excuse any cliches throughout this story - they are kind of a given with high school!AUs really ^^;