kodak moment (exo oneshot)
title: kodak moment
author: himawarixxsandz
rating: pg-13
pairing(s): xiuhan
summary: inspired by. xiuhan fantaken BTS of sorts.
a/n: WHAT AM I DOING WITH MYSELF WHAT AM I DOING WHAT AM I DOING. this is awful i know and fjsdklgiehi i don't know why i thought of xiuhan when i listen to this song i really don't know this is a horrible way to come back after exams BUT THERE YOU ARE i have another xiuhan thing that i want to do this weekend but we'll see if i yeah so yeah yeah. and yes all of these moments (except for the last one obviously EVEN THO WE CAN WISH) are from pics/gifs you can find here, aka the best xiuhan tumblr ever, gorgeously organized. and looking through them to find my favorite ones i realized HOW UTTERLY HOMO AND ABSURD THESE TWO ARE DEAR /GOD/
120510
He’s not nervous.
No-he’s by no means nervous and he knows he’s not lying to himself because he lied to himself yesterday about not being nervous, which means that if he were nervous today, he’d have no problem admitting it to himself or the others (if they asked, which they haven’t). Their first fansign was yesterday and their second is today, and everything is going rather breezily and Xiumin continues to stare out at the sea of fans in curiosity because it’s interesting-exciting-to see what kind of fans are here for them.
He’s not nervous, but he’s distracted.
The tables are covered with dark cloth, so for the duration of the fansign, all the fans can see are their heads and shoulders and arms and nothing below the chest. None of them can see their legs, and none of them can see how Luhan’s foot has been constantly nudging Xiumin’s (petting higher and higher, just playfully but it’s distracting). When the manager calls for a short break so they can better organize the crowd of fans beginning to push a little too rowdily in the front corner, Xiumin leans to the side and digs his elbow into Luhan’s side behind the table.
“Can you stop?” he asks.
Luhan raises his eyebrows, eyes dancing and mouth quirking. “I don’t know. Can I?”
Xiumin rolls his eyes and tries to hide a smile that’s too wide on his face-stretching his cheeks too far out to possibly be attractive so he can’t possibly fathom why the cameras in front of his section suddenly start another onslaught of blinding flashing.
When the fansign begins to wind down and the members stand up to bow, Xiumin’s hand inadvertently drifts to Luhan’s back and they bow standing a little too closely (and Tao’s eyeing them with a little too much amusement). Xiumin drags Luhan into a series of heart signs that Luhan generously obliges most likely because the vocalist is in a rather uplifted mood from harassing Xiumin’s leg throughout the past few hours. It’s all supposed to be professional and convincing and idol-like and adorable enough so that Xiumin feels good about sending his fans home with enough fanservice on film.
Instead, he and Luhan make the grand mistake of catching each other’s eyes right at the end of an arm-to-arm heart formation and Xiumin feels the threat of laughter bubbling dangerously up his throat. His hand is still on Luhan’s arm-back-arm, and he’s about to pull away before things escalate except that Luhan’s fingers tug imperceptibly at the hem of Xiumin’s shirt.
“What did you just make me do, Kim Minseok?” Luhan whispers right into Xiumin’s ear (lips against Xiumin’s cheek), and Xiumin can very easily hear the grin on Luhan’s face as he himself tries to look anywhere but. He fails miserably in the next two seconds and concedes, turning his head and regretting-deeply regretting-because Luhan is all glittering eyes and wide, familiar smiles and-oh-the cameras are loud.
“Fanservice,” Xiumin answers promptly, and flashes a retorting smile.
Luhan turns his head, angles it just enough so that the cameras can’t catch for just that split second, and laughs against the edge of Xiumin’s jaw. “My room when we get back,” Luhan says lightly (fingers skim Xiumin’s wrist). “My foot didn’t get high enough on your leg yet.”
For that one, Xiumin resists the urge to laugh all over again (resists the urge to smack Luhan in the stomach), and is just glad that the microphone is safely in Kris’s hands by now-he’s even gladder that the fans are far away enough that their cameras don’t catch the audio.
120923
Whenever they’re together-all twelve-regardless of how tired, how long they’ve been apart, how busy they all are, something is just better about the air. Everything seems a little brighter, a little righter, a bit more centered and grounded and Xiumin just feels more solid as they make their way through the airport-all twelve of them. He’s bumping arms with Chen, and Chen is playfully trying to ignore him-trying to block out Jongdae-ah Jongdae-ah Jongdae-ah I’ll buy you a smoothie if you buy me a coffee is it a deal Jongdae-ah when he feels something resolute and firm tug him backwards a few steps.
Xiumin hears Sehun snort-pure, wry amusement-except he knows it isn’t Sehun who’s pushing and pulling him by the backpack because Sehun is right behind Chen. The dancer turns his head, swivels his gaze-rolls his eyes-joins Sehun in snorting. “Mature,” Xiumin says, glancing over his shoulder at Luhan. “Really, really mature.”
“You’re walking too slow,” Luhan says, “and blocking my view.”
“Of what?” Xiumin asks. “Baggage claim?”
Luhan gives Xiumin another shove just as Chen points ahead, past their managers, and says, “Hyung-fans.”
And just like that Luhan lets go of Xiumin’s backpack, an angelic smile painted on his face as he waves lightly with his fingers at the cameras approaching them. Xiumin slows his steps even further until he’s beside Luhan and says, out of the corner of his mouth, “Sleep in your own bed tonight,” he huffs.
Luhan pretends to look wounded.
This time, Chen and Sehun snort in unison.
121219
Xiumin blinks. “Where’d you get that?”
“Bought it,” Luhan replies-indifferent-nonchalant.
Xiumin sips at his chocolate smoothie. “Bought it,” he repeats, utterly disbelieving. “Why? Looks expensive.”
Luhan grins, playfully all but stuffing the lens into Xiumin’s face before drawing back out (and Xiumin does hope that the vocalist knows there’s a feature on every camera called zoom). “It was-worth it, though. The quality is ridiculous.” He does the idiotic closing in and pulling out movement (rather than using the zoom) and Xiumin doesn’t know if he should throttle the camera out of Luhan’s hands or start pulling funny faces to entertain because Luhan just looks so enthralled by the camera (and Luhan enthralled is as attractive as an Luhan expression).
“C’mon, Baozi,” Luhan says (Xiumin frowns). “Do something-pose-document our life-narrate our situation.”
“We,” Xiumin begins mockingly, shifting his weight onto one foot (and checking to make sure that the other members and their managers are still waiting for their respective drinks so no one sees this idiocy), “are waiting to board. A plane. And once we do. I’m going to sleep the entire way there because someone kept me up all night.” He throws in his best fan-smile just because.
Luhan lowers the camera. “You could be cuter.”
“You could be less annoying.”
The coordi-noona beside them, who’d been looking momentarily over Luhan’s shoulder, stifles a laugh behind her hand and shuffles away.
Traitor, Xiumin thinks.
“And you had fun last night,” Luhan smiles brightly-slyly. “Don’t lie.”
(and Xiumin wants to kiss him-punch him-kiss him-punch him-kiss him)
“You bent me in half and my thighs look like they’re stained with grape juice,” Xiumin says and makes a half-hearted attempt to grab the camera away from him. Luhan swerves it away easily, and Xiumin isn’t really trying anyway because Luhan’s clearly having fun and Xiumin doesn’t mind-not really.
(Xiumin never minds, but that’s not what he’s going to tell Luhan any time ever)
120625
It’s a hot and damp day, and by the time they get to the second set, they’re all hot and damp and Xiumin doesn’t know why but the filming has been restless. It’s been fun, but there’s more waiting than actual action, and they’ve all been fooling around more than actually watching who is filming. It doubly doesn’t help that they’d only arrived the night before an despite being tired from another incident of fans pressing up a little too close all around them at the airport, horrendous traffic on the way to the hotel, somehow, Xiumin still had the energy-and Luhan still had the energy-and there just wasn’t much sleep to be had last night.
They knocked out a couple of hours in the car on the way to the studio, and Xiumin hopes it was just a dream that he had in the car featuring Chen and Lay sniggering about what they might or might not have heard last night when Tao and Luhan switched places in the rooming arrangement.
It doesn’t help at all that last night is still replaying in Xiumin’s mind because it’d been a rather fun night, and it’d ended even better (with Xiumin’s cheek pressed against Luhan’s bare chest as they drifted off for a last two hours of sleep because that was all that was left before the managers would wake them up for their schedule). It’s not often that they get to fall asleep together, and even rarer that they get to wake up together (courtesy of Kris sidestepping the managers and volunteering to wake up Xiumin and Luhan on his own).
And it really, really doesn’t help that since there’s more waiting than filming to be done, Luhan and Xiumin have been wrapping themselves around each other at any given moment available. They hold hands, they push, they pull, they laugh, they sit close together when it’s time to watch the other team play-Luhan whispers jokes and commentary into Xiumin’s ear when it’s another member’s turn (when Kris messes up, when Tao lasts forever, when Chen looks amused and terrified all at once, when Lay does brilliantly), Xiumin pulls faces at Luhan when the camera isn’t on them and Luhan bursts into laughter.
He knows it’s more than just a little dangerous to think of it this way, but he can’t stop feeling how he feels and, today, it feels like a date. They’re not in costume (or, they had been, but only for the introduction-a short one-brief and concise right after a quick performance), they’re not on stage, they’re not in a studio or behind fansign tables. They’re beside pools, outdoors and then indoors, and they’re wearing shorts and t-shirts. They’re barefoot and wet and the weather is balmy and warm. They aren’t answering questions or acting out speed quizzes-they’re running and enduring and slipping and getting soaked.
There’s no line-up so Luhan is nearly always next to Xiumin.
(they aren’t always in front of the camera so Xiumin doesn’t have to hear I like playing soccer with Xiumin said politely and blandly out in a studio-he gets to hear Minseok-ah, look at Wufan’s face he’s terrified he’s hilarious laughed into his ear)
And he supposes that the only problem with all of this is that the contemplation must have shown on his face a little too clearly because towards the end of their lunch break, while everyone is resting up (can’t go in the water right away after eating), Luhan tugs Xiumin to the side of the pool, cornering him lightly against the tiled wall of the building. “Why the long face?” he asks with a curious smile and touches Xiumin’s arm.
Xiumin wrinkles his nose-shrugs.
But Luhan is looking at him-really looking, in the way that only Luhan can ever seem to do to Xiumin (because all the members have at least once mentioned in passing to Xiumin how Luhan always seems to stare at him when he isn’t looking, and Xiumin just smiles because it’s not like Xiumin doesn’t do the same right back). His eyes are soft and intent when their gazes collide and Xiumin finds the corners of his mouth utterly unable to stay down as Luhan leans in for the speediest and gentlest of kisses (can’t risk anyone seeing-fast as possible, hidden in the shadows, behind the building corner).
“The next time we’re in Korea,” Luhan says-announces-once he pulls back (takes Xiumin’s hand firmly in his own), “we’re going to go to one of those indoor water parks-just us. We’ll take the biggest slide and I will push you down it, Kim Minseok.”
(it’s not going to happen any time soon-their lives are impossibly busy, impossibly organized out of their control now, and there’s hardly a way for this to happen any time soon at all-and yet that hardly matters)
Xiumin feels Luhan’s hand around his own, warm and solid and firm and so very there, and that’s exactly all that Xiumin wants. He grins back. “You couldn’t even stay on the slide long enough,” he shoots back, and Luhan leans in-another swift kiss, this time to Xiumin’s cheek, before laughing and dragging him back to the others to resume filming.
121229
Xiumin feels the hand brush from his shoulder blades to his back to his lower back to-
He glances over his shoulder as the hand goes even further, fingertips brushing along his thighs as they make their way towards the edge of the stage to watch the rest of the performances for the night. “I know where to go,” he directs at Luhan, currently assuming the most unassuming of expressions even as fingers continue to prod playfully along Xiumin’s hip. “I just follow everyone else.”
“Just making sure,” Luhan singsongs lightly against the shell of Xiumin’s ear as he jogs lightly forward a few paces so they’re in step. “Don’t want you to get lost.”
Baekhyun coughs loudly from Luhan’s left. Luhan kicks the main vocalist’s shin as Baekhyun passes, and aims a well-deserved glare at the side of Luhan’s head.
“Maybe you should make a New Year’s resolution,” Baekhyun says as they all climb up the steps, “to stop patting Minseok-hyung’s ass in front of cameras.”
Xiumin tugs at Luhan’s hand. “That’d be nice,” he says, smiling infuriatingly at Luhan. The look that Luhan shoots back is nothing short of unadulterated irritation-only matched by the accompanying look of indignation he directs to Baekhyun at even the very suggestion because by this point, really, both Xiumin and Luhan know that there’s already been too much of them caught on film to go back.
“Your eyeliner’s smudging,” Luhan says to Baekhyun mercilessly, but the main vocalist just grins back widely, ruffling the front of Luhan’s hair before shuffling aside to talk to Chanyeol.
“He’s going to have extra loud sex with Chanyeol tonight,” Xiumin tells Luhan, “just to spite you.”
Luhan shrugs, glances around (and they’ve become experts at this-a quick once-over of the surroundings before enacting anything because there’s a limit to what the fans are allowed to catch them doing on camera) before swiftly encircling his arms close and tight around Xiumin’s waist-just long enough to whisper, “Then let’s do them one better.” The arms leave Xiumin just in time for the cameras to click again.
Xiumin snorts. “You’re insufferable.”
Luhan’s arm returns to the arch of Xiumin’s back, pushing lightly (and it’s a warm, familiar weight that Xiumin wouldn’t trade for the world). “C’mon,” Luhan smiles daringly, “move up.”
130116
A year with cameras and by this point, Xiumin wonders.
And then he finds proof (evidence laid where Xiumin had very clearly seen the cameras and then Luhan had clearly seen them also, waved to them with the hand he’d rested on Xiumin’s shoulder smugly and Xiumin could only then conclude)
“You like them, don’t you?” Xiumin breathes one day, in revelation, right while they’re in line for getting their passports checked and Luhan is soldered firmly to his side-arm around Xiumin’s neck before sliding down to hold him around the arm, tying him to Luhan’s body despite their bulky carry-ons getting in the way. Xiumin’s silhouette is blocking most of Luhan from the flashing and filming and when their manager looks away for a brief second, Luhan brushes his lips against Xiumin’s hair.
“What?” Luhan asks, mockingly, horrendously, absurdly innocent.
Xiumin raises his eyebrows (holds back a smile). “The cameras-you like being caught on camera.”
With that, Luhan drags Xiumin ever closer until they’re pressed so close together that the only way for Xiumin to be able to stay on his feet is to balance himself with one arm against the corner of Luhan’s hip. “I like us being caught on camera,” Luhan murmurs a little too hot and a little too heavy into Xiumin’s ear. They’re indoors and still wearing their coats and Xiumin’s warmth flames into something between complete incredulity at Luhan being Luhan and something else that regrettably he can’t act upon until some hours later when they’ll reach the hotel.
They’re so close that Xiumin risks nothing at all by sneaking in a swift kiss back to Luhan’s jaw. “Hope you know,” he says as Luhan meets his eyes with a dancing gaze and an expression that draws out a smile on Xiumin’s own face, “that you’re actually unbelievable.”
Luhan flashes a grin and whispers into Xiumin’s ear-in Mandarin and the syllables are all rushed together, breathlessly and almost embarrassed because there’s certainly a red tinge to Luhan’s ears after the sentence finishes. Luhan pulls away right after the words leave his lips and flow into Xiumin’s ear, pulls away and attaches himself to Chanyeol instead.
The words are in Mandarin but it’s basic enough that Xiumin, with the studying accomplished in the past year, can still translate word for word.
(hope you know that I love you)
Xiumin hands his passport over to the stewardess with a smile on his face.
date unknown
Gasps rip through Xiumin’s body even as he comes down from the sharp edge of pleasure. He rubs fingers haphazardly through his bangs to keep them out of his eyes-nearly a useless motion because of how long they’re getting and how utterly soaked his face and hair are with perspiration. Another whine keens through him before he can bite his lip to seal it away and he glares at the ceiling when he hears Luhan’s laughter beside him as the last waves of orgasm finish rocking through Xiumin’s body. Luhan had rolled off of him just seconds ago, stealing a last kiss from Xiumin’s lips before standing to get bottles of water from the bathroom.
When enough energy returns to him, Xiumin sits up, giving another half-hearted attempt at wiping the stinging sweat out of his eyes before he settles for soaking it up with the bed sheets. He’s still gasping slightly, not even close to evenly breathing and he supposes that’s what happens when you take rounds one after the other with hardly any refractory time in between. The footsteps are padding closer so Xiumin looks up, ready to catch the bottle of water he expects Luhan to toss to him.
“Oh,” he says dryly, “okay-Luhan-ah-really-”
Because Luhan is there, without any water at all for Xiumin’s parched mouth (and bitter tongue, after everything he’s swallowed tonight), instead with his stupid, expensive camera in hand-up and running and filming. He has the audacity to climb right back beside Xiumin into bed, on his knees in between Xiumin’s spread thighs and, once again, stuffing the lens right to Xiumin’s face instead of using the fucking zoom.
“Luhan-ah, I’m thirsty,” Xiumin deadpans.
Luhan holds the camera to the side for a moment, dipping in and kissing Xiumin languidly, tongue quick and teasing once around Xiumin’s mouth before breaking off and resuming filming. “I’ll get you water later,” Luhan says dismissively, and uses his free hand to stroke Xiumin’s cheek with his knuckles.
“Are you trying to get into the porn business?” Xiumin lies back on the pillows, stretching out on top of the sheets because it’s too hot to get under them, much less put on clothes. “If yes, the answer is no.”
A laugh (another kiss-even longer this time, long enough that Xiumin’s breathless when it ends). “You’re cuter here,” Luhan says brightly, “way better filming quality than at the airport.”
Xiumin meets Luhan’s eyes for a split second before he attacks-tackling the camera out of Luhan’s hands, not stopping (not even at the distraction of Luhan’s loud peals of laughter) until it’s in his own hands, not stopping until he’s sitting astride Luhan’s hips (and he can feel hardness, both his own and Luhan’s, growing against their thighs again already). He directs the camera down at Luhan and watches through the screen as pink coats Luhan’s cheeks, high and warm. “It’s only because you think I’m cuter naked,” Xiumin says indifferently, as he uses the zoom.
“I,” Luhan declares, pushing the camera down as he sits up-their faces are close, their lips closer, “think you’re sexy, Kim Minseok-naked and not.”
Xiumin puts the camera to the side, on the nightstand, flicks it off (because some things just aren’t for film). He twines arms around Luhan’s neck and grinds in closer as Luhan’s hands come up to cup Xiumin’s face. When their lips are less than a moment away (that sole moment of anticipation, the tiny thrill that comes just before a lovely expectation nearly complete), Xiumin asks, “Am I sexier on or off camera?”
But Luhan only laughs-and leans in the rest of the way (barely-there distance), kissing Xiumin’s grin.
It’s a Kodak moment
Let me go and get my camera
All I want to know is
Sexy, can I?
author: himawarixxsandz
rating: pg-13
pairing(s): xiuhan
summary: inspired by. xiuhan fantaken BTS of sorts.
a/n: WHAT AM I DOING WITH MYSELF WHAT AM I DOING WHAT AM I DOING. this is awful i know and fjsdklgiehi i don't know why i thought of xiuhan when i listen to this song i really don't know this is a horrible way to come back after exams BUT THERE YOU ARE i have another xiuhan thing that i want to do this weekend but we'll see if i yeah so yeah yeah. and yes all of these moments (except for the last one obviously EVEN THO WE CAN WISH) are from pics/gifs you can find here, aka the best xiuhan tumblr ever, gorgeously organized. and looking through them to find my favorite ones i realized HOW UTTERLY HOMO AND ABSURD THESE TWO ARE DEAR /GOD/
120510
He’s not nervous.
No-he’s by no means nervous and he knows he’s not lying to himself because he lied to himself yesterday about not being nervous, which means that if he were nervous today, he’d have no problem admitting it to himself or the others (if they asked, which they haven’t). Their first fansign was yesterday and their second is today, and everything is going rather breezily and Xiumin continues to stare out at the sea of fans in curiosity because it’s interesting-exciting-to see what kind of fans are here for them.
He’s not nervous, but he’s distracted.
The tables are covered with dark cloth, so for the duration of the fansign, all the fans can see are their heads and shoulders and arms and nothing below the chest. None of them can see their legs, and none of them can see how Luhan’s foot has been constantly nudging Xiumin’s (petting higher and higher, just playfully but it’s distracting). When the manager calls for a short break so they can better organize the crowd of fans beginning to push a little too rowdily in the front corner, Xiumin leans to the side and digs his elbow into Luhan’s side behind the table.
“Can you stop?” he asks.
Luhan raises his eyebrows, eyes dancing and mouth quirking. “I don’t know. Can I?”
Xiumin rolls his eyes and tries to hide a smile that’s too wide on his face-stretching his cheeks too far out to possibly be attractive so he can’t possibly fathom why the cameras in front of his section suddenly start another onslaught of blinding flashing.
When the fansign begins to wind down and the members stand up to bow, Xiumin’s hand inadvertently drifts to Luhan’s back and they bow standing a little too closely (and Tao’s eyeing them with a little too much amusement). Xiumin drags Luhan into a series of heart signs that Luhan generously obliges most likely because the vocalist is in a rather uplifted mood from harassing Xiumin’s leg throughout the past few hours. It’s all supposed to be professional and convincing and idol-like and adorable enough so that Xiumin feels good about sending his fans home with enough fanservice on film.
Instead, he and Luhan make the grand mistake of catching each other’s eyes right at the end of an arm-to-arm heart formation and Xiumin feels the threat of laughter bubbling dangerously up his throat. His hand is still on Luhan’s arm-back-arm, and he’s about to pull away before things escalate except that Luhan’s fingers tug imperceptibly at the hem of Xiumin’s shirt.
“What did you just make me do, Kim Minseok?” Luhan whispers right into Xiumin’s ear (lips against Xiumin’s cheek), and Xiumin can very easily hear the grin on Luhan’s face as he himself tries to look anywhere but. He fails miserably in the next two seconds and concedes, turning his head and regretting-deeply regretting-because Luhan is all glittering eyes and wide, familiar smiles and-oh-the cameras are loud.
“Fanservice,” Xiumin answers promptly, and flashes a retorting smile.
Luhan turns his head, angles it just enough so that the cameras can’t catch for just that split second, and laughs against the edge of Xiumin’s jaw. “My room when we get back,” Luhan says lightly (fingers skim Xiumin’s wrist). “My foot didn’t get high enough on your leg yet.”
For that one, Xiumin resists the urge to laugh all over again (resists the urge to smack Luhan in the stomach), and is just glad that the microphone is safely in Kris’s hands by now-he’s even gladder that the fans are far away enough that their cameras don’t catch the audio.
120923
Whenever they’re together-all twelve-regardless of how tired, how long they’ve been apart, how busy they all are, something is just better about the air. Everything seems a little brighter, a little righter, a bit more centered and grounded and Xiumin just feels more solid as they make their way through the airport-all twelve of them. He’s bumping arms with Chen, and Chen is playfully trying to ignore him-trying to block out Jongdae-ah Jongdae-ah Jongdae-ah I’ll buy you a smoothie if you buy me a coffee is it a deal Jongdae-ah when he feels something resolute and firm tug him backwards a few steps.
Xiumin hears Sehun snort-pure, wry amusement-except he knows it isn’t Sehun who’s pushing and pulling him by the backpack because Sehun is right behind Chen. The dancer turns his head, swivels his gaze-rolls his eyes-joins Sehun in snorting. “Mature,” Xiumin says, glancing over his shoulder at Luhan. “Really, really mature.”
“You’re walking too slow,” Luhan says, “and blocking my view.”
“Of what?” Xiumin asks. “Baggage claim?”
Luhan gives Xiumin another shove just as Chen points ahead, past their managers, and says, “Hyung-fans.”
And just like that Luhan lets go of Xiumin’s backpack, an angelic smile painted on his face as he waves lightly with his fingers at the cameras approaching them. Xiumin slows his steps even further until he’s beside Luhan and says, out of the corner of his mouth, “Sleep in your own bed tonight,” he huffs.
Luhan pretends to look wounded.
This time, Chen and Sehun snort in unison.
121219
Xiumin blinks. “Where’d you get that?”
“Bought it,” Luhan replies-indifferent-nonchalant.
Xiumin sips at his chocolate smoothie. “Bought it,” he repeats, utterly disbelieving. “Why? Looks expensive.”
Luhan grins, playfully all but stuffing the lens into Xiumin’s face before drawing back out (and Xiumin does hope that the vocalist knows there’s a feature on every camera called zoom). “It was-worth it, though. The quality is ridiculous.” He does the idiotic closing in and pulling out movement (rather than using the zoom) and Xiumin doesn’t know if he should throttle the camera out of Luhan’s hands or start pulling funny faces to entertain because Luhan just looks so enthralled by the camera (and Luhan enthralled is as attractive as an Luhan expression).
“C’mon, Baozi,” Luhan says (Xiumin frowns). “Do something-pose-document our life-narrate our situation.”
“We,” Xiumin begins mockingly, shifting his weight onto one foot (and checking to make sure that the other members and their managers are still waiting for their respective drinks so no one sees this idiocy), “are waiting to board. A plane. And once we do. I’m going to sleep the entire way there because someone kept me up all night.” He throws in his best fan-smile just because.
Luhan lowers the camera. “You could be cuter.”
“You could be less annoying.”
The coordi-noona beside them, who’d been looking momentarily over Luhan’s shoulder, stifles a laugh behind her hand and shuffles away.
Traitor, Xiumin thinks.
“And you had fun last night,” Luhan smiles brightly-slyly. “Don’t lie.”
(and Xiumin wants to kiss him-punch him-kiss him-punch him-kiss him)
“You bent me in half and my thighs look like they’re stained with grape juice,” Xiumin says and makes a half-hearted attempt to grab the camera away from him. Luhan swerves it away easily, and Xiumin isn’t really trying anyway because Luhan’s clearly having fun and Xiumin doesn’t mind-not really.
(Xiumin never minds, but that’s not what he’s going to tell Luhan any time ever)
120625
It’s a hot and damp day, and by the time they get to the second set, they’re all hot and damp and Xiumin doesn’t know why but the filming has been restless. It’s been fun, but there’s more waiting than actual action, and they’ve all been fooling around more than actually watching who is filming. It doubly doesn’t help that they’d only arrived the night before an despite being tired from another incident of fans pressing up a little too close all around them at the airport, horrendous traffic on the way to the hotel, somehow, Xiumin still had the energy-and Luhan still had the energy-and there just wasn’t much sleep to be had last night.
They knocked out a couple of hours in the car on the way to the studio, and Xiumin hopes it was just a dream that he had in the car featuring Chen and Lay sniggering about what they might or might not have heard last night when Tao and Luhan switched places in the rooming arrangement.
It doesn’t help at all that last night is still replaying in Xiumin’s mind because it’d been a rather fun night, and it’d ended even better (with Xiumin’s cheek pressed against Luhan’s bare chest as they drifted off for a last two hours of sleep because that was all that was left before the managers would wake them up for their schedule). It’s not often that they get to fall asleep together, and even rarer that they get to wake up together (courtesy of Kris sidestepping the managers and volunteering to wake up Xiumin and Luhan on his own).
And it really, really doesn’t help that since there’s more waiting than filming to be done, Luhan and Xiumin have been wrapping themselves around each other at any given moment available. They hold hands, they push, they pull, they laugh, they sit close together when it’s time to watch the other team play-Luhan whispers jokes and commentary into Xiumin’s ear when it’s another member’s turn (when Kris messes up, when Tao lasts forever, when Chen looks amused and terrified all at once, when Lay does brilliantly), Xiumin pulls faces at Luhan when the camera isn’t on them and Luhan bursts into laughter.
He knows it’s more than just a little dangerous to think of it this way, but he can’t stop feeling how he feels and, today, it feels like a date. They’re not in costume (or, they had been, but only for the introduction-a short one-brief and concise right after a quick performance), they’re not on stage, they’re not in a studio or behind fansign tables. They’re beside pools, outdoors and then indoors, and they’re wearing shorts and t-shirts. They’re barefoot and wet and the weather is balmy and warm. They aren’t answering questions or acting out speed quizzes-they’re running and enduring and slipping and getting soaked.
There’s no line-up so Luhan is nearly always next to Xiumin.
(they aren’t always in front of the camera so Xiumin doesn’t have to hear I like playing soccer with Xiumin said politely and blandly out in a studio-he gets to hear Minseok-ah, look at Wufan’s face he’s terrified he’s hilarious laughed into his ear)
And he supposes that the only problem with all of this is that the contemplation must have shown on his face a little too clearly because towards the end of their lunch break, while everyone is resting up (can’t go in the water right away after eating), Luhan tugs Xiumin to the side of the pool, cornering him lightly against the tiled wall of the building. “Why the long face?” he asks with a curious smile and touches Xiumin’s arm.
Xiumin wrinkles his nose-shrugs.
But Luhan is looking at him-really looking, in the way that only Luhan can ever seem to do to Xiumin (because all the members have at least once mentioned in passing to Xiumin how Luhan always seems to stare at him when he isn’t looking, and Xiumin just smiles because it’s not like Xiumin doesn’t do the same right back). His eyes are soft and intent when their gazes collide and Xiumin finds the corners of his mouth utterly unable to stay down as Luhan leans in for the speediest and gentlest of kisses (can’t risk anyone seeing-fast as possible, hidden in the shadows, behind the building corner).
“The next time we’re in Korea,” Luhan says-announces-once he pulls back (takes Xiumin’s hand firmly in his own), “we’re going to go to one of those indoor water parks-just us. We’ll take the biggest slide and I will push you down it, Kim Minseok.”
(it’s not going to happen any time soon-their lives are impossibly busy, impossibly organized out of their control now, and there’s hardly a way for this to happen any time soon at all-and yet that hardly matters)
Xiumin feels Luhan’s hand around his own, warm and solid and firm and so very there, and that’s exactly all that Xiumin wants. He grins back. “You couldn’t even stay on the slide long enough,” he shoots back, and Luhan leans in-another swift kiss, this time to Xiumin’s cheek, before laughing and dragging him back to the others to resume filming.
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Xiumin feels the hand brush from his shoulder blades to his back to his lower back to-
He glances over his shoulder as the hand goes even further, fingertips brushing along his thighs as they make their way towards the edge of the stage to watch the rest of the performances for the night. “I know where to go,” he directs at Luhan, currently assuming the most unassuming of expressions even as fingers continue to prod playfully along Xiumin’s hip. “I just follow everyone else.”
“Just making sure,” Luhan singsongs lightly against the shell of Xiumin’s ear as he jogs lightly forward a few paces so they’re in step. “Don’t want you to get lost.”
Baekhyun coughs loudly from Luhan’s left. Luhan kicks the main vocalist’s shin as Baekhyun passes, and aims a well-deserved glare at the side of Luhan’s head.
“Maybe you should make a New Year’s resolution,” Baekhyun says as they all climb up the steps, “to stop patting Minseok-hyung’s ass in front of cameras.”
Xiumin tugs at Luhan’s hand. “That’d be nice,” he says, smiling infuriatingly at Luhan. The look that Luhan shoots back is nothing short of unadulterated irritation-only matched by the accompanying look of indignation he directs to Baekhyun at even the very suggestion because by this point, really, both Xiumin and Luhan know that there’s already been too much of them caught on film to go back.
“Your eyeliner’s smudging,” Luhan says to Baekhyun mercilessly, but the main vocalist just grins back widely, ruffling the front of Luhan’s hair before shuffling aside to talk to Chanyeol.
“He’s going to have extra loud sex with Chanyeol tonight,” Xiumin tells Luhan, “just to spite you.”
Luhan shrugs, glances around (and they’ve become experts at this-a quick once-over of the surroundings before enacting anything because there’s a limit to what the fans are allowed to catch them doing on camera) before swiftly encircling his arms close and tight around Xiumin’s waist-just long enough to whisper, “Then let’s do them one better.” The arms leave Xiumin just in time for the cameras to click again.
Xiumin snorts. “You’re insufferable.”
Luhan’s arm returns to the arch of Xiumin’s back, pushing lightly (and it’s a warm, familiar weight that Xiumin wouldn’t trade for the world). “C’mon,” Luhan smiles daringly, “move up.”
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A year with cameras and by this point, Xiumin wonders.
And then he finds proof (evidence laid where Xiumin had very clearly seen the cameras and then Luhan had clearly seen them also, waved to them with the hand he’d rested on Xiumin’s shoulder smugly and Xiumin could only then conclude)
“You like them, don’t you?” Xiumin breathes one day, in revelation, right while they’re in line for getting their passports checked and Luhan is soldered firmly to his side-arm around Xiumin’s neck before sliding down to hold him around the arm, tying him to Luhan’s body despite their bulky carry-ons getting in the way. Xiumin’s silhouette is blocking most of Luhan from the flashing and filming and when their manager looks away for a brief second, Luhan brushes his lips against Xiumin’s hair.
“What?” Luhan asks, mockingly, horrendously, absurdly innocent.
Xiumin raises his eyebrows (holds back a smile). “The cameras-you like being caught on camera.”
With that, Luhan drags Xiumin ever closer until they’re pressed so close together that the only way for Xiumin to be able to stay on his feet is to balance himself with one arm against the corner of Luhan’s hip. “I like us being caught on camera,” Luhan murmurs a little too hot and a little too heavy into Xiumin’s ear. They’re indoors and still wearing their coats and Xiumin’s warmth flames into something between complete incredulity at Luhan being Luhan and something else that regrettably he can’t act upon until some hours later when they’ll reach the hotel.
They’re so close that Xiumin risks nothing at all by sneaking in a swift kiss back to Luhan’s jaw. “Hope you know,” he says as Luhan meets his eyes with a dancing gaze and an expression that draws out a smile on Xiumin’s own face, “that you’re actually unbelievable.”
Luhan flashes a grin and whispers into Xiumin’s ear-in Mandarin and the syllables are all rushed together, breathlessly and almost embarrassed because there’s certainly a red tinge to Luhan’s ears after the sentence finishes. Luhan pulls away right after the words leave his lips and flow into Xiumin’s ear, pulls away and attaches himself to Chanyeol instead.
The words are in Mandarin but it’s basic enough that Xiumin, with the studying accomplished in the past year, can still translate word for word.
(hope you know that I love you)
Xiumin hands his passport over to the stewardess with a smile on his face.
date unknown
Gasps rip through Xiumin’s body even as he comes down from the sharp edge of pleasure. He rubs fingers haphazardly through his bangs to keep them out of his eyes-nearly a useless motion because of how long they’re getting and how utterly soaked his face and hair are with perspiration. Another whine keens through him before he can bite his lip to seal it away and he glares at the ceiling when he hears Luhan’s laughter beside him as the last waves of orgasm finish rocking through Xiumin’s body. Luhan had rolled off of him just seconds ago, stealing a last kiss from Xiumin’s lips before standing to get bottles of water from the bathroom.
When enough energy returns to him, Xiumin sits up, giving another half-hearted attempt at wiping the stinging sweat out of his eyes before he settles for soaking it up with the bed sheets. He’s still gasping slightly, not even close to evenly breathing and he supposes that’s what happens when you take rounds one after the other with hardly any refractory time in between. The footsteps are padding closer so Xiumin looks up, ready to catch the bottle of water he expects Luhan to toss to him.
“Oh,” he says dryly, “okay-Luhan-ah-really-”
Because Luhan is there, without any water at all for Xiumin’s parched mouth (and bitter tongue, after everything he’s swallowed tonight), instead with his stupid, expensive camera in hand-up and running and filming. He has the audacity to climb right back beside Xiumin into bed, on his knees in between Xiumin’s spread thighs and, once again, stuffing the lens right to Xiumin’s face instead of using the fucking zoom.
“Luhan-ah, I’m thirsty,” Xiumin deadpans.
Luhan holds the camera to the side for a moment, dipping in and kissing Xiumin languidly, tongue quick and teasing once around Xiumin’s mouth before breaking off and resuming filming. “I’ll get you water later,” Luhan says dismissively, and uses his free hand to stroke Xiumin’s cheek with his knuckles.
“Are you trying to get into the porn business?” Xiumin lies back on the pillows, stretching out on top of the sheets because it’s too hot to get under them, much less put on clothes. “If yes, the answer is no.”
A laugh (another kiss-even longer this time, long enough that Xiumin’s breathless when it ends). “You’re cuter here,” Luhan says brightly, “way better filming quality than at the airport.”
Xiumin meets Luhan’s eyes for a split second before he attacks-tackling the camera out of Luhan’s hands, not stopping (not even at the distraction of Luhan’s loud peals of laughter) until it’s in his own hands, not stopping until he’s sitting astride Luhan’s hips (and he can feel hardness, both his own and Luhan’s, growing against their thighs again already). He directs the camera down at Luhan and watches through the screen as pink coats Luhan’s cheeks, high and warm. “It’s only because you think I’m cuter naked,” Xiumin says indifferently, as he uses the zoom.
“I,” Luhan declares, pushing the camera down as he sits up-their faces are close, their lips closer, “think you’re sexy, Kim Minseok-naked and not.”
Xiumin puts the camera to the side, on the nightstand, flicks it off (because some things just aren’t for film). He twines arms around Luhan’s neck and grinds in closer as Luhan’s hands come up to cup Xiumin’s face. When their lips are less than a moment away (that sole moment of anticipation, the tiny thrill that comes just before a lovely expectation nearly complete), Xiumin asks, “Am I sexier on or off camera?”
But Luhan only laughs-and leans in the rest of the way (barely-there distance), kissing Xiumin’s grin.
It’s a Kodak moment
Let me go and get my camera
All I want to know is
Sexy, can I?