[Fic] Serendipity And Other Life Events
//Pairing//: Xiumin x Luhan
//Prompt//: N/A
//Rating//: PG
//Summary//: Sometimes things in life just fall into place. Remix of 21walker's Dibs!
//Word Count//: 2,547
//Author's Note//: Thanks to hoyah for beta-ing. Many hearts.
Originally posted here as part of the 2014 Kpop Ficmix.
i.
“You do realize that you can’t yell in the library, right?”
Luhan dusts off the base of his backpack before slinging it over one shoulder and hurrying to catch up with Minseok, who is currently furrowing his eyebrows at him and generally looking like he isn’t very impressed. He wrinkles his nose and runs his fingers through his blonde hair before declaring (if a little weakly). “But Minseok, she was looking at you all googly-eyed, I couldn’t possibly not say anything about it.”
“Yes, but Luhan, one more time and we get banned from the campus library. I can’t get banned from the campus library - I have a degree to finish. I need the campus library.” Minseok huffs and hugs his textbooks closer to his chest while shuffling away to evade Luhan’s attempts to reach for his hand. “Besides, I don’t understand this ‘dibs’ business at all. I have a name.”
If fault was to be allocated, Minseok would have to place the blame on Joonmyun. His roommate had dragged him to that after-exams party (that he hadn’t wanted to attend in the first place), and had swiftly abandoned him within minutes of them arriving in favor of some sweet young thing, exposing him to the elements and the wiles of some drunk individuals who just seemed to “know him from somewhere”. Meeting Luhan had been an unexpected twist to his night, and even now, three weeks into the new semester, the jury was still out on whether their serendipitous meeting was a good or bad thing.
The upside of it all was that Luhan was funny, smart (when not shouting), an incredibly good kisser, and very easy on the eyes. The downside was, of course, that he kept on getting Minseok evicted from public places for being the cause of someone disturbing the peace.
“Let me make it up to you - I swear I won’t do it again.” Luhan’s bottom lip juts out in a pout as he quickens his pace to keep in step with Minseok, who by the way is still refusing to hold his hand. “I’ll buy you dinner.” Silence, since Minseok was determined not to give in so easily. It worked, because there was a touch of pleading in Luhan’s voice when he spoke next, wide eyes intent on getting Minseok to come round. “Let me buy you dinner.”
Minseok sighs with the air of someone who has heard this request exactly fifteen times in the past three weeks. “You’re really persistent, you know,” he says, while folding his arms across his chest in a last-ditch attempt to evade a hand-hold (this later fails, when Luhan reaches to tug on Minseok’s pinky finger, and oh, how easily one’s defenses fall).
“Well I wasn’t going to let you be a random hook-up forever.” Luhan says that with a shrug of his shoulders, and boy, his golden hair almost sparkles in the March sunlight. “I’m Chinese, we have proverbs about persistence.” Luhan catches Minseok’s gaze, right before his lips curve up into a bright smile, and Minseok cannot help the way his heart starts to race involuntarily as a result. So, he gives in.
“Fine. Fine, you win.”
Luhan’s smile only gets brighter as he punches the air triumphantly, and it takes all of Minseok’s willpower not to grin along with him.
ii.
For their first date, Minseok meets Luhan at a small, hole-in-the-wall café, where they eat plate after plate of churros dipped in cinnamon sugar and chocolate, and talk about everything under the sun for hours. By the end of it, Minseok feels like he has most certainly put on something like twenty pounds thanks to all that overeating, but his fears of an expanding waistline are quelled when he walks Luhan back to his dorm, and is rewarded by plush lips delivering warm, cinnamon-scented kisses to his own slightly chapped ones.
“I’ll have to see you again, just for that.” He can feel himself cringing from the cheesiness of what he has just said, and god, his cheeks are practically burning from embarrassment. Luhan, though is thankfully unfazed.
“If that’s you asking me out on a date, then I’ll see you next week. After your Friday afternoon lecture?”
Minseok graciously accepts, and he is pleased enough not to really question how come Luhan is aware that he has a Friday afternoon lecture.
They go back the next week, and the weeks after that, until Minseok finally stages an intervention, on grounds that he can’t actually do up his favorite jeans anymore.
Luhan just grins and lets his gaze dip down to Minseok’s (admittedly slightly bloated) waistline. “That’s alright,” he says with a coy shake of his head, before closing the distance between them to pull Minseok into an embrace. “Your jeans look much better on my bedroom floor anyway.”
iii.
“Ladies first,” Minseok quips as he opens the door to their new apartment and steps aside to let Luhan through. This earns him a grunt and shove from his decidedly unladylike companion and, as an added bonus, some sore toes when Luhan playfully tramples on his feet on his way in, accidentally-on-purpose.
“This place is exactly how I imagined it,” Luhan coos as he hurries past the breadth of their new one-room studio apartment to the balcony, leaving a wincing Minseok in his wake. “No,” He breathes quietly, before running his fingers through his now-light brown hair. There is a touch of amazement in Luhan’s voice as he keeps his gaze trained on their newfound surroundings. “It’s better.”
They had been apartment-hunting for a while before they found the place that was to become their home. Minseok figured it was high time for them to move out of university housing, particularly since a college dorm room was no place for a PhD student to live. The place they had eventually chosen was a loft villa apartment in Hongdae, just a stone’s throw away from food and entertainment for not a lot of money (since PhD students were also, alas, not rich).
“You forget we still have a ton of boxes - most of which are your shoes - waiting outside in the corridor.” Minseok casts a rather harried look over his shoulder in the direction of the open front door as he speaks. “We should go pick that stuff up before someone takes it away.”
Luhan ignores his boyfriend in the most spectacular fashion, before moving to open the screen doors to let in some fresh morning air. Once he steps out onto the balcony, he throws his shoulders back to take a deep, deep breath. “I can practically smell the goodness in the air, filling my lungs.”
In all honesty, the only thing Minseok can smell is the vague odor of cooked food wafting up from the food center beside their new place, but the scent of Luhan’s cologne when he leans in to press a kiss against his temple more than makes up for it. They can always pick their stuff up later, after all. Luhan just tilts his head towards the brush of Minseok’s lips, chuckling softly before reaching up to curve his palm against the softness of the other boy’s cheek.
“Let’s go get those shoes then, baozi.”
iv.
They have a huge fight the day before Minseok hands in his doctoral thesis. Months and months of slaving over this one project (affectionately dubbed “Minseok’s baby” by Luhan) has made Minseok’s temper short and he snaps at Luhan for forgetting to buy their dinner that night. The way he sees it, he now faces an all-nighter spent putting the finishing touches to his thesis with only instant ramyeon to keep him going, instead of piping hot, comforting cooked food from the shikdang down the street, and that is practically criminal.
Minseok only realizes the strain his studies have put on their relationship when he hears the front door slam and Luhan’s footsteps echoing down the corridor, but his pride stops him from calling him back. Instead, he attempts to drown himself in sorting out his thesis, but then, home without Luhan isn’t really home and, half an hour later, Minseok is wandering the streets, trying to look for a boy who isn’t answering his phone.
He leaves messages - numerous voice messages - as each call he makes goes through to voice mail.
“Luhan? Luhan?”
“Luhan, I’m sorry, please pick up.”
“I’m sorry I was a jerk, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”
“You’re not at any of the places we usually go to. Where are you?”
“Please don’t leave me.”
He returns home only to find Luhan asleep on the couch, clearly exhausted, along with a packet of cold food sitting on the kitchen bench. Luhan stirs when Minseok, awash with relief, goes to envelope him in hugs, kisses and apologies.
“You big silly,” Luhan murmurs, his voice still addled with sleep as he holds Minseok close and weaves his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair. “I’d never leave you.”
v.
“Do you remember the first time we met?” Luhan asks one day in November over flat whites at their favorite coffee joint, just days before their third anniversary. Today, Luhan is all smiles as he sits across Minseok at their small, round table, legs crossed at the ankles in a not-so-subtle attempt at under-table footsie. Minseok deftly avoids his boyfriend’s advances in view of them being in a public place, but this only lasts about five minutes before he gives in, letting Luhan’s feet nudge against his (Luhan’s smile gets a little bit brighter, when he knows he has won).
“Yes, our eyes met across a crowded room, and then you puked all over my shoes.” That is a pretty accurate summary, if Minseok says so himself, and he grins at the other boy before cupping his coffee mug in both hands and raising the rim to his mouth to take a sip. Perhaps letting Luhan’s feet in close proximity of his was a bad idea, because next thing he knows, he gets cracked across the shins with the heel of Luhan’s Nike Airs. Minseok doubles over to nurse his injured shins (that will bruise itself up a treat tomorrow), but can’t help chuckling at the memory.
“For the avoidance of doubt,” he says, once he sits up again and adjusts his black-framed glasses, “It was a pretty awesome first meeting.” It is now Minseok’s turn to nudge his feet closer to Luhan’s and, to his delight, the other boy doesn’t resist him. “I have never enjoyed getting puked on more in my life.”
Luhan just clicks his tongue and mutters something under his breath about how Minseok is a meanie, but Minseok knows that he appreciates the sentiment nevertheless from the way the other boy’s lips curve upwards ever so slightly after. Luhan gets embarrassed every time he brings up the puking incident (which is strange, because Luhan is almost always the one who mentions the first time they met), but Minseok doesn’t mind, because he absolutely loves the way the tips of the other boy’s ears turn red whenever he gets bashful.
“Shut up, you,” is the best comeback Luhan comes up with, though his words have no bite, since he reaches over to pat the back of Minseok’s hand and give it an affectionate squeeze before pulling away. “You are literally the best reason why I stayed in Korea after graduation.”
Minseok’s eyes crinkle with mirth when he hears Luhan’s raw confession. “Oh really? What other reasons did I have to contend with?”
Luhan refuses to say what those reasons are (Minseok highly suspects that one of them is Korean fried chicken), so he lets the topic slide. That information is nothing new to Minseok - he is well aware that he is the reason behind Luhan staying on in Seoul past graduation, and the ring sitting in the freezer at home (the only place in the house Luhan isn’t likely to look in) is a clear indicator of his intentions.
“Come on, let’s go home,” he says, once their coffee mugs have been drained. Minseok stands up to grab his coat before reaching over to ruffle Luhan’s hair, which has grown darker of late, letting his roots grow through, since constantly dyeing one’s hair is too high-maintenance. Luhan looks up with mock disgruntlement, but that is swiftly replaced by a smile as he gets up too.
“Yeah, let’s.”
vi.
Paris, France is a bit of an incongruous place for them to find themselves in, but then, Luhan declares, why get married any place other than in the bona fide City of Love?
(City of Light, Minseok gently corrects - and numerous times at that - but nevertheless, Luhan ignores him, and jogs down the Champs-Élysées chanting “City of Love, City of Love” in a sing-song voice on their first day. Minseok can’t stop himself from leaning against a lamppost and chuckling as he watches the back of Luhan’s head bob further and further down the street.)
The hassle they have to go through is incredible. From the very start, they have to jump through hoop after hoop after hoop, just to be eligible to get married. There even is a low period where Luhan picks at the woolen blanket that Minseok drapes over him on a cold January morning, muttering how things might be so much easier if one of them had been a girl. “Do you resent this?” Luhan sounds exhausted, and Minseok is too, but all he does is smile and shake his head before pulling him into a warm embrace. “Luhan, you’re worth every inconvenience.”
He knows he is right, and when they stand outside the town hall on a sun-dappled day in April, Minseok figures that he wouldn't have had it any other way.
“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”
He says this without any doubt, because the years have been kind to Luhan, and he stands there, smart and fresh in his suit, lips curving up into a shy kind of smile in response to what Minseok says. “You’re just saying that,” Luhan murmurs, before shuffling his feet (in Givenchy loafers, no less). “Anyway, how many times do we have to go through this? Not cute, manly.”
Minseok barely has time to roll his eyes at that old chestnut, before Luhan clears his throat while fidgeting with his boutonniere, and says in the most serious of voices. “Although, I have something important to tell you.”
When Minseok looks up, he can see the springtime in Luhan’s eyes, and yes, he is completely enamored of the way they crinkle at the edges. Luhan smiles that brilliant smile of his when he catches his eye, and playfully nudges Minseok with an elbow. “I’ve got cold feet, Minseok. What do we do?”
Luhan is a jerk for making jokes at a time like this, but Minseok knows better than to get anxious. Instead, he repeats a line that someone, a long time ago, once said to him as he reaches for Luhan’s hand.
“That’s okay, we have the rest of our lives to get to know each other.”
They kiss under the sun, and the stars thereafter, and there is no doubt in Minseok’s mind that this is exactly the way things were supposed to turn out.
//Prompt//: N/A
//Rating//: PG
//Summary//: Sometimes things in life just fall into place. Remix of 21walker's Dibs!
//Word Count//: 2,547
//Author's Note//: Thanks to hoyah for beta-ing. Many hearts.
Originally posted here as part of the 2014 Kpop Ficmix.
i.
“You do realize that you can’t yell in the library, right?”
Luhan dusts off the base of his backpack before slinging it over one shoulder and hurrying to catch up with Minseok, who is currently furrowing his eyebrows at him and generally looking like he isn’t very impressed. He wrinkles his nose and runs his fingers through his blonde hair before declaring (if a little weakly). “But Minseok, she was looking at you all googly-eyed, I couldn’t possibly not say anything about it.”
“Yes, but Luhan, one more time and we get banned from the campus library. I can’t get banned from the campus library - I have a degree to finish. I need the campus library.” Minseok huffs and hugs his textbooks closer to his chest while shuffling away to evade Luhan’s attempts to reach for his hand. “Besides, I don’t understand this ‘dibs’ business at all. I have a name.”
If fault was to be allocated, Minseok would have to place the blame on Joonmyun. His roommate had dragged him to that after-exams party (that he hadn’t wanted to attend in the first place), and had swiftly abandoned him within minutes of them arriving in favor of some sweet young thing, exposing him to the elements and the wiles of some drunk individuals who just seemed to “know him from somewhere”. Meeting Luhan had been an unexpected twist to his night, and even now, three weeks into the new semester, the jury was still out on whether their serendipitous meeting was a good or bad thing.
The upside of it all was that Luhan was funny, smart (when not shouting), an incredibly good kisser, and very easy on the eyes. The downside was, of course, that he kept on getting Minseok evicted from public places for being the cause of someone disturbing the peace.
“Let me make it up to you - I swear I won’t do it again.” Luhan’s bottom lip juts out in a pout as he quickens his pace to keep in step with Minseok, who by the way is still refusing to hold his hand. “I’ll buy you dinner.” Silence, since Minseok was determined not to give in so easily. It worked, because there was a touch of pleading in Luhan’s voice when he spoke next, wide eyes intent on getting Minseok to come round. “Let me buy you dinner.”
Minseok sighs with the air of someone who has heard this request exactly fifteen times in the past three weeks. “You’re really persistent, you know,” he says, while folding his arms across his chest in a last-ditch attempt to evade a hand-hold (this later fails, when Luhan reaches to tug on Minseok’s pinky finger, and oh, how easily one’s defenses fall).
“Well I wasn’t going to let you be a random hook-up forever.” Luhan says that with a shrug of his shoulders, and boy, his golden hair almost sparkles in the March sunlight. “I’m Chinese, we have proverbs about persistence.” Luhan catches Minseok’s gaze, right before his lips curve up into a bright smile, and Minseok cannot help the way his heart starts to race involuntarily as a result. So, he gives in.
“Fine. Fine, you win.”
Luhan’s smile only gets brighter as he punches the air triumphantly, and it takes all of Minseok’s willpower not to grin along with him.
ii.
For their first date, Minseok meets Luhan at a small, hole-in-the-wall café, where they eat plate after plate of churros dipped in cinnamon sugar and chocolate, and talk about everything under the sun for hours. By the end of it, Minseok feels like he has most certainly put on something like twenty pounds thanks to all that overeating, but his fears of an expanding waistline are quelled when he walks Luhan back to his dorm, and is rewarded by plush lips delivering warm, cinnamon-scented kisses to his own slightly chapped ones.
“I’ll have to see you again, just for that.” He can feel himself cringing from the cheesiness of what he has just said, and god, his cheeks are practically burning from embarrassment. Luhan, though is thankfully unfazed.
“If that’s you asking me out on a date, then I’ll see you next week. After your Friday afternoon lecture?”
Minseok graciously accepts, and he is pleased enough not to really question how come Luhan is aware that he has a Friday afternoon lecture.
They go back the next week, and the weeks after that, until Minseok finally stages an intervention, on grounds that he can’t actually do up his favorite jeans anymore.
Luhan just grins and lets his gaze dip down to Minseok’s (admittedly slightly bloated) waistline. “That’s alright,” he says with a coy shake of his head, before closing the distance between them to pull Minseok into an embrace. “Your jeans look much better on my bedroom floor anyway.”
iii.
“Ladies first,” Minseok quips as he opens the door to their new apartment and steps aside to let Luhan through. This earns him a grunt and shove from his decidedly unladylike companion and, as an added bonus, some sore toes when Luhan playfully tramples on his feet on his way in, accidentally-on-purpose.
“This place is exactly how I imagined it,” Luhan coos as he hurries past the breadth of their new one-room studio apartment to the balcony, leaving a wincing Minseok in his wake. “No,” He breathes quietly, before running his fingers through his now-light brown hair. There is a touch of amazement in Luhan’s voice as he keeps his gaze trained on their newfound surroundings. “It’s better.”
They had been apartment-hunting for a while before they found the place that was to become their home. Minseok figured it was high time for them to move out of university housing, particularly since a college dorm room was no place for a PhD student to live. The place they had eventually chosen was a loft villa apartment in Hongdae, just a stone’s throw away from food and entertainment for not a lot of money (since PhD students were also, alas, not rich).
“You forget we still have a ton of boxes - most of which are your shoes - waiting outside in the corridor.” Minseok casts a rather harried look over his shoulder in the direction of the open front door as he speaks. “We should go pick that stuff up before someone takes it away.”
Luhan ignores his boyfriend in the most spectacular fashion, before moving to open the screen doors to let in some fresh morning air. Once he steps out onto the balcony, he throws his shoulders back to take a deep, deep breath. “I can practically smell the goodness in the air, filling my lungs.”
In all honesty, the only thing Minseok can smell is the vague odor of cooked food wafting up from the food center beside their new place, but the scent of Luhan’s cologne when he leans in to press a kiss against his temple more than makes up for it. They can always pick their stuff up later, after all. Luhan just tilts his head towards the brush of Minseok’s lips, chuckling softly before reaching up to curve his palm against the softness of the other boy’s cheek.
“Let’s go get those shoes then, baozi.”
iv.
They have a huge fight the day before Minseok hands in his doctoral thesis. Months and months of slaving over this one project (affectionately dubbed “Minseok’s baby” by Luhan) has made Minseok’s temper short and he snaps at Luhan for forgetting to buy their dinner that night. The way he sees it, he now faces an all-nighter spent putting the finishing touches to his thesis with only instant ramyeon to keep him going, instead of piping hot, comforting cooked food from the shikdang down the street, and that is practically criminal.
Minseok only realizes the strain his studies have put on their relationship when he hears the front door slam and Luhan’s footsteps echoing down the corridor, but his pride stops him from calling him back. Instead, he attempts to drown himself in sorting out his thesis, but then, home without Luhan isn’t really home and, half an hour later, Minseok is wandering the streets, trying to look for a boy who isn’t answering his phone.
He leaves messages - numerous voice messages - as each call he makes goes through to voice mail.
“Luhan? Luhan?”
“Luhan, I’m sorry, please pick up.”
“I’m sorry I was a jerk, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”
“You’re not at any of the places we usually go to. Where are you?”
“Please don’t leave me.”
He returns home only to find Luhan asleep on the couch, clearly exhausted, along with a packet of cold food sitting on the kitchen bench. Luhan stirs when Minseok, awash with relief, goes to envelope him in hugs, kisses and apologies.
“You big silly,” Luhan murmurs, his voice still addled with sleep as he holds Minseok close and weaves his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair. “I’d never leave you.”
v.
“Do you remember the first time we met?” Luhan asks one day in November over flat whites at their favorite coffee joint, just days before their third anniversary. Today, Luhan is all smiles as he sits across Minseok at their small, round table, legs crossed at the ankles in a not-so-subtle attempt at under-table footsie. Minseok deftly avoids his boyfriend’s advances in view of them being in a public place, but this only lasts about five minutes before he gives in, letting Luhan’s feet nudge against his (Luhan’s smile gets a little bit brighter, when he knows he has won).
“Yes, our eyes met across a crowded room, and then you puked all over my shoes.” That is a pretty accurate summary, if Minseok says so himself, and he grins at the other boy before cupping his coffee mug in both hands and raising the rim to his mouth to take a sip. Perhaps letting Luhan’s feet in close proximity of his was a bad idea, because next thing he knows, he gets cracked across the shins with the heel of Luhan’s Nike Airs. Minseok doubles over to nurse his injured shins (that will bruise itself up a treat tomorrow), but can’t help chuckling at the memory.
“For the avoidance of doubt,” he says, once he sits up again and adjusts his black-framed glasses, “It was a pretty awesome first meeting.” It is now Minseok’s turn to nudge his feet closer to Luhan’s and, to his delight, the other boy doesn’t resist him. “I have never enjoyed getting puked on more in my life.”
Luhan just clicks his tongue and mutters something under his breath about how Minseok is a meanie, but Minseok knows that he appreciates the sentiment nevertheless from the way the other boy’s lips curve upwards ever so slightly after. Luhan gets embarrassed every time he brings up the puking incident (which is strange, because Luhan is almost always the one who mentions the first time they met), but Minseok doesn’t mind, because he absolutely loves the way the tips of the other boy’s ears turn red whenever he gets bashful.
“Shut up, you,” is the best comeback Luhan comes up with, though his words have no bite, since he reaches over to pat the back of Minseok’s hand and give it an affectionate squeeze before pulling away. “You are literally the best reason why I stayed in Korea after graduation.”
Minseok’s eyes crinkle with mirth when he hears Luhan’s raw confession. “Oh really? What other reasons did I have to contend with?”
Luhan refuses to say what those reasons are (Minseok highly suspects that one of them is Korean fried chicken), so he lets the topic slide. That information is nothing new to Minseok - he is well aware that he is the reason behind Luhan staying on in Seoul past graduation, and the ring sitting in the freezer at home (the only place in the house Luhan isn’t likely to look in) is a clear indicator of his intentions.
“Come on, let’s go home,” he says, once their coffee mugs have been drained. Minseok stands up to grab his coat before reaching over to ruffle Luhan’s hair, which has grown darker of late, letting his roots grow through, since constantly dyeing one’s hair is too high-maintenance. Luhan looks up with mock disgruntlement, but that is swiftly replaced by a smile as he gets up too.
“Yeah, let’s.”
vi.
Paris, France is a bit of an incongruous place for them to find themselves in, but then, Luhan declares, why get married any place other than in the bona fide City of Love?
(City of Light, Minseok gently corrects - and numerous times at that - but nevertheless, Luhan ignores him, and jogs down the Champs-Élysées chanting “City of Love, City of Love” in a sing-song voice on their first day. Minseok can’t stop himself from leaning against a lamppost and chuckling as he watches the back of Luhan’s head bob further and further down the street.)
The hassle they have to go through is incredible. From the very start, they have to jump through hoop after hoop after hoop, just to be eligible to get married. There even is a low period where Luhan picks at the woolen blanket that Minseok drapes over him on a cold January morning, muttering how things might be so much easier if one of them had been a girl. “Do you resent this?” Luhan sounds exhausted, and Minseok is too, but all he does is smile and shake his head before pulling him into a warm embrace. “Luhan, you’re worth every inconvenience.”
He knows he is right, and when they stand outside the town hall on a sun-dappled day in April, Minseok figures that he wouldn't have had it any other way.
“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”
He says this without any doubt, because the years have been kind to Luhan, and he stands there, smart and fresh in his suit, lips curving up into a shy kind of smile in response to what Minseok says. “You’re just saying that,” Luhan murmurs, before shuffling his feet (in Givenchy loafers, no less). “Anyway, how many times do we have to go through this? Not cute, manly.”
Minseok barely has time to roll his eyes at that old chestnut, before Luhan clears his throat while fidgeting with his boutonniere, and says in the most serious of voices. “Although, I have something important to tell you.”
When Minseok looks up, he can see the springtime in Luhan’s eyes, and yes, he is completely enamored of the way they crinkle at the edges. Luhan smiles that brilliant smile of his when he catches his eye, and playfully nudges Minseok with an elbow. “I’ve got cold feet, Minseok. What do we do?”
Luhan is a jerk for making jokes at a time like this, but Minseok knows better than to get anxious. Instead, he repeats a line that someone, a long time ago, once said to him as he reaches for Luhan’s hand.
“That’s okay, we have the rest of our lives to get to know each other.”
They kiss under the sun, and the stars thereafter, and there is no doubt in Minseok’s mind that this is exactly the way things were supposed to turn out.