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(chenkai) First Kiss
Rating: PG
Lenght: 601 w
(A/N: this could be seen as a sort of sequel to First Date, but can also be read alone. The only reason this exists is because I had nothing to do with my life asides from having yet another existential crisis.)
The thumping bass of the song Jongin had playing resonated around the studio. The speakers were placed on the floor in a corner, next to two bottles of water and their shoes.
Perhaps, if Jongdae hadn’t been so exhausted, he could have noticed Jongin looked beautiful when he danced, long lines and sharp edges, moving in perfect sync to the music. Alas, Jongdae was pretty close to coughing out his lungs.
“Can’t we take a break?” he panted, hands on his hips. Jongin looked at him, full lips parted in soft intakes of breath, and nodded.
When the music stopped, Jongdae sat down on the floor. His T-shirt was sticking to his body with sweat and Jongdae wrinkled his nose in disgust. Jongin joined him then, laying his head on Jongdae’s lap.
“I had no idea dancing could be this hard,” Jongdae laughed. He was serious; the past hour had him aching all over his body.
“Hyung, I’m gonna be honest with you,” Jongin started, “You are a terrible dancer.”
Jongdae gasped in faked outrage; he was aware of that. He swatted playfully at Jongin’s arm and the younger boy rolled away in laughter. Jongdae looked out the windows on the other side of the studio and noticed for the first time how late it was; honestly, this dance lesson had been impromptu, Jongin dragging his hyung to the dance department when Jongdae’s last lecture of the day was over.
“I know that already,” Jongdae said, “I can sing pretty well, though.”
“You should sing for me, then,” Jongin teased him, clearly not believing him. Jongdae raised an eyebrow at him, scoffed, and opened his mouth.
“Hello angel
Geurim gata
Haneurel bomyeon neoman beoyo,” Jongdae would have continued singing, but he forgot the rest of the lyrics.
Jongin was staring at him with something akin to awe in his face. Jongdae blushed; the last time he had sang in front of someone, it had been Baekhyun back in high school.
“Hyung, I didn’t know you could sing like that,” Jongin praised him shyly, eyes casted down. Jongdae gave him a cheeky grin.
*-*By the time they left the studio, the quad was nearly empty. Jongdae was worried for a second that the world had ended while they were in the building, but he remembered the new bar downtown was offering free drinks to those students who got perfect marks in their finals. Everyone else was probably trying to get some sort of discount.
“I’ll walk you to your dorm,” Jongdae offered. There were a couple of students coming in and out of the library and the café was still opened, but Jongdae figured it would be more gentlemanly to accompany Jongin to his building.
With aching limbs, Jongdae forced himself to keep walking instead of doing what he desired and lying on the cold, hard ground to die. Jongin’s hand continuously brushed against his distractingly for the first half of the walk until he grew balls and took it. Jongin’s fingers were freezing.
Jongin’s lips were as soft as they looked. They were a little chapped, but that could be easily fixed. Jongdae licked his bottom lip and Jongin made a cute, little gasp. The kiss didn’t evolve from there, stayed sweet and innocent, just like Jongin.
Jongdae couldn’t stop smiling on his way back to his own dorm.
(krishan) Light Up My Life
Lenght: 601w
Rating: PG-13
(A/N: I just realized I have a thing for making a character an editor or translator… there seems to be a pattern here.)
Yifan wasn’t good with words, never had been. He simply didn’t know how to express himself, and because of that he usually came across as cold and mean. High school had been absolute hell for him. Getting through college was better; his roommate hadn’t been bothered by his lack of human emotions.
Yifan didn’t understand how he had managed to land someone like Lu Han; the boy was full of energy, bright and loud. Yifan supposed it worked out for him, helped balance their relationship.
And Yifan simply couldn’t imagine his life without him anymore. Lu Han made him feel alive.
Yifan worked as a lawyer for the biggest law firm in Los Angeles. That meant he was confined in a suit for five days a week and worked so much, he would face plant on their bed as soon as he got home.
However, Lu Han was always there to brighten up his days. He was a translator for an editorial and worked from home; he always made sure to have dinner ready for when Yifan dragged himself through the door, looking like a zombie. Yifan lived for the smile Lu Han always gave him, warm and tranquil.
Like today; after a tiring day at the office, when Yifan closed the door Lu Han came bouncing around the corner. The boy’s delicate fingers were immediately untying the knot of his tie.
“How was work today?” Lu Han’s voice, chirpy and delighted, reached Yifan’s exhausted ears.
“Too long,” Yifan sighed. Lu Han led him down the hall and into the kitchen.
“I made pizza,” he informed him.
“You mean you ordered pizza,” Yifan raised an eyebrow at the carton on the table.
“Shut up.”
Yifan laughed and Lu Han scowled at him, but there was no anger. Lu Han’s eyes were twinkling. Yifan was sure that having him by his side was better than taking vacations.
In the mornings, it was nearly impossible for him to get out of bed; with Lu Han looking so soft and beautiful next to him, hair a mess and skin practically glowing in the morning light. During the weekends, Yifan didn’t even try to move more than needed to roll over and pull Lu Han close to him.
Unfortunately, it was only Wednesday, so he did have to get up. Of course, Lu Han only made things more difficult for him when he sat up and the bed sheets slid down to his waist; how much Yifan wanted to stay with him. But he couldn’t. He had to get to work.
“Yifan?” Lu Han asked, his voice raspy, “Are you leaving already?”
“Yeah, just go back to bed, ge.”
Lu Han shook his head, though Yifan wasn’t sure if it was in negation or if he was trying to clear his head from sleep. There was drool drying on his chin and his face was swollen, but Yifan had never been more in love.
Yifan was sure Lu Han was a gift from the heavens. Without him, Yifan would have gone insane.
The ring in his pocket felt heavy, even if it wasn’t, and Yifan had never been surer of anything.
Especially when he walked into the house that night and found Lu Han waiting for him, handsome face split into a grin and dinner served. It was their fourth anniversary and Yifan hoped Lu Han would like his gift.
(taohan) Lame
Rating: PG-13
Lenght: 860w
(A/N: this is based on real life events that happened to my best friends. Seriously, this is exactly how it happened.)Lu Han hated parties. He preferred to stay at home with his bed and his Wii. But his mom was a teacher and therefore she was obliged to attend the graduation party. And with her, Lu Han was forced to go, too.
It was the same thing every year, but at least this time he had Zitao with him. The younger boy’s cousin was graduating, so Lu Han figured that things would be different.
He was mistaken.
“How pathetic are we?” Lu Han groaned.
“I don’t think we’re pathetic,” Zitao mused.
Lu Han gave him a look. “We’re hiding in the bathroom.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” Zitao rolled his eyes at him, “But come on, what are we supposed to be doing? Dancing the night away? Don’t make me laugh.”
Zitao was smiling at him, and Lu Han couldn’t fight back a grin of his own.
The thumping bass of the music in the salon was deafening even in the bathroom. The floor was cleaner than Lu Han had thought, considering it was an expensive hotel with expensive sinks. Zitao was sitting with his back to the wall next to the door while Lu Han sat opposite of him to prevent him getting hit in the face.
Not that Lu Han cared, but he let the kid dream.
“I hate my life,” Lu Han groaned again. Zitao laughed at him without looking up from his phone. The game he was playing sounded an awful lot like Animal Crossing to Lu Han.
“You’re telling me you like parties?” Lu Han raised an eyebrow at Zitao. The boy gave him a non-committal shrug.
“I don’t enjoy them, but it is a good way of getting me out of the house,” Zitao said. The only way to get Yixing out of the house was by promising to buy him ice cream, so maybe Zitao was better.
“I hadn’t seen the sunshine in like a week,” Lu Han said.
“The party started at nine,” Zitao deadpanned.
“Right,” Lu Han said. Then, “Hey, truth or dare?”
Zitao gave him a look (again) and sighed. “Dare.”
“I dare you to make the saddest face you can,” Lu Han said immediately.
“What the fuck?” Zitao laughed, “That is so lame!”
“Whatever! Just do it,” Lu Han whined. Zitao pulled his face into a look of utter despair, and apparently it was convincing enough because the guy that chose that moment to walk in looked distressed.
“Oh my God, are you ok?” he asked Zitao frantically and Lu Han cackled.
“I’m fine, I’m fine, don’t worry,” Zitao laughed. The boy looked him over with concern. He had a pretty face and upturned lips.
When the boy had gone to the other side of the bathroom, Lu Han stopped laughing for a second, thought about it, and laughed again. It wasn’t even that funny, but for some reason he couldn’t stop laughing. Zitao was having the same problem,
clutching his stomach.
An old man walked in then and Lu Han took the opportunity to mess with his friend.
“Sir, please excuse my friend,” Lu Han said with as much seriousness as he could muster, “He’s just had a little too many, if
you know what I mean,” he tipped his head back while motioning with his hand like he was taking a shot.
“I’m not drunk!” Zitao exclaimed, but he was still laughing hysterically. The old man didn’t look convinced.
Lu Han was evil.
“No, seriously!” Zitao insisted, “I’m not drunk, I don’t even like alcohol.”
That sounded a lot like something a drunken person would say, Lu Han thought. The older boy had tears in his eyes of mirth. The old man had washed his hands and left the room while still giving Zitao a weird look.
“I hate you so much,” Zitao told Lu Han. The older boy smiled.
Pretty lips guy approached the sink. Lu Han noticed he was still frowning.
“If I don’t see you dancing out there, I’ll drag you to the dancefloor myself,” he threatened Zitao with a pointed finger before walking out.
Zitao and Lu Han looked at each other and busted out laughing again.The gardens were pretty at night. There was lit fountain in the middle where couples were disgustingly making out.
The two boys walked around aimlessly, not talking. It was a comforting silence. Then Lu Han noticed two sticks lying on the ground and grinned. He rushed over and picked one up.
“En guard!” Lu Han pointed his stick at Zitao. Zitao stared at him.
However, he picked up the other stick and stood in front of his friend.
The played swords for a while, until they had rolled around on the dirt so much their suits were dirty and they were sweaty. Lu Han could see his mom in the distance, talking to the principal of their school.
Zitao had mud on his face. Lu Han figured he wasn’t any better. They lay on their backs on the grass, panting.
“That was fun,” Zitao said.
“We’re so lame,” Lu Han answered.
Rating: PG
Lenght: 601 w
(A/N: this could be seen as a sort of sequel to First Date, but can also be read alone. The only reason this exists is because I had nothing to do with my life asides from having yet another existential crisis.)
The thumping bass of the song Jongin had playing resonated around the studio. The speakers were placed on the floor in a corner, next to two bottles of water and their shoes.
Perhaps, if Jongdae hadn’t been so exhausted, he could have noticed Jongin looked beautiful when he danced, long lines and sharp edges, moving in perfect sync to the music. Alas, Jongdae was pretty close to coughing out his lungs.
“Can’t we take a break?” he panted, hands on his hips. Jongin looked at him, full lips parted in soft intakes of breath, and nodded.
When the music stopped, Jongdae sat down on the floor. His T-shirt was sticking to his body with sweat and Jongdae wrinkled his nose in disgust. Jongin joined him then, laying his head on Jongdae’s lap.
“I had no idea dancing could be this hard,” Jongdae laughed. He was serious; the past hour had him aching all over his body.
“Hyung, I’m gonna be honest with you,” Jongin started, “You are a terrible dancer.”
Jongdae gasped in faked outrage; he was aware of that. He swatted playfully at Jongin’s arm and the younger boy rolled away in laughter. Jongdae looked out the windows on the other side of the studio and noticed for the first time how late it was; honestly, this dance lesson had been impromptu, Jongin dragging his hyung to the dance department when Jongdae’s last lecture of the day was over.
“I know that already,” Jongdae said, “I can sing pretty well, though.”
“You should sing for me, then,” Jongin teased him, clearly not believing him. Jongdae raised an eyebrow at him, scoffed, and opened his mouth.
“Hello angel
Geurim gata
Haneurel bomyeon neoman beoyo,” Jongdae would have continued singing, but he forgot the rest of the lyrics.
Jongin was staring at him with something akin to awe in his face. Jongdae blushed; the last time he had sang in front of someone, it had been Baekhyun back in high school.
“Hyung, I didn’t know you could sing like that,” Jongin praised him shyly, eyes casted down. Jongdae gave him a cheeky grin.
*-*By the time they left the studio, the quad was nearly empty. Jongdae was worried for a second that the world had ended while they were in the building, but he remembered the new bar downtown was offering free drinks to those students who got perfect marks in their finals. Everyone else was probably trying to get some sort of discount.
“I’ll walk you to your dorm,” Jongdae offered. There were a couple of students coming in and out of the library and the café was still opened, but Jongdae figured it would be more gentlemanly to accompany Jongin to his building.
With aching limbs, Jongdae forced himself to keep walking instead of doing what he desired and lying on the cold, hard ground to die. Jongin’s hand continuously brushed against his distractingly for the first half of the walk until he grew balls and took it. Jongin’s fingers were freezing.
Jongin’s lips were as soft as they looked. They were a little chapped, but that could be easily fixed. Jongdae licked his bottom lip and Jongin made a cute, little gasp. The kiss didn’t evolve from there, stayed sweet and innocent, just like Jongin.
Jongdae couldn’t stop smiling on his way back to his own dorm.
(krishan) Light Up My Life
Lenght: 601w
Rating: PG-13
(A/N: I just realized I have a thing for making a character an editor or translator… there seems to be a pattern here.)
Yifan wasn’t good with words, never had been. He simply didn’t know how to express himself, and because of that he usually came across as cold and mean. High school had been absolute hell for him. Getting through college was better; his roommate hadn’t been bothered by his lack of human emotions.
Yifan didn’t understand how he had managed to land someone like Lu Han; the boy was full of energy, bright and loud. Yifan supposed it worked out for him, helped balance their relationship.
And Yifan simply couldn’t imagine his life without him anymore. Lu Han made him feel alive.
Yifan worked as a lawyer for the biggest law firm in Los Angeles. That meant he was confined in a suit for five days a week and worked so much, he would face plant on their bed as soon as he got home.
However, Lu Han was always there to brighten up his days. He was a translator for an editorial and worked from home; he always made sure to have dinner ready for when Yifan dragged himself through the door, looking like a zombie. Yifan lived for the smile Lu Han always gave him, warm and tranquil.
Like today; after a tiring day at the office, when Yifan closed the door Lu Han came bouncing around the corner. The boy’s delicate fingers were immediately untying the knot of his tie.
“How was work today?” Lu Han’s voice, chirpy and delighted, reached Yifan’s exhausted ears.
“Too long,” Yifan sighed. Lu Han led him down the hall and into the kitchen.
“I made pizza,” he informed him.
“You mean you ordered pizza,” Yifan raised an eyebrow at the carton on the table.
“Shut up.”
Yifan laughed and Lu Han scowled at him, but there was no anger. Lu Han’s eyes were twinkling. Yifan was sure that having him by his side was better than taking vacations.
In the mornings, it was nearly impossible for him to get out of bed; with Lu Han looking so soft and beautiful next to him, hair a mess and skin practically glowing in the morning light. During the weekends, Yifan didn’t even try to move more than needed to roll over and pull Lu Han close to him.
Unfortunately, it was only Wednesday, so he did have to get up. Of course, Lu Han only made things more difficult for him when he sat up and the bed sheets slid down to his waist; how much Yifan wanted to stay with him. But he couldn’t. He had to get to work.
“Yifan?” Lu Han asked, his voice raspy, “Are you leaving already?”
“Yeah, just go back to bed, ge.”
Lu Han shook his head, though Yifan wasn’t sure if it was in negation or if he was trying to clear his head from sleep. There was drool drying on his chin and his face was swollen, but Yifan had never been more in love.
Yifan was sure Lu Han was a gift from the heavens. Without him, Yifan would have gone insane.
The ring in his pocket felt heavy, even if it wasn’t, and Yifan had never been surer of anything.
Especially when he walked into the house that night and found Lu Han waiting for him, handsome face split into a grin and dinner served. It was their fourth anniversary and Yifan hoped Lu Han would like his gift.
(taohan) Lame
Rating: PG-13
Lenght: 860w
(A/N: this is based on real life events that happened to my best friends. Seriously, this is exactly how it happened.)Lu Han hated parties. He preferred to stay at home with his bed and his Wii. But his mom was a teacher and therefore she was obliged to attend the graduation party. And with her, Lu Han was forced to go, too.
It was the same thing every year, but at least this time he had Zitao with him. The younger boy’s cousin was graduating, so Lu Han figured that things would be different.
He was mistaken.
“How pathetic are we?” Lu Han groaned.
“I don’t think we’re pathetic,” Zitao mused.
Lu Han gave him a look. “We’re hiding in the bathroom.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” Zitao rolled his eyes at him, “But come on, what are we supposed to be doing? Dancing the night away? Don’t make me laugh.”
Zitao was smiling at him, and Lu Han couldn’t fight back a grin of his own.
The thumping bass of the music in the salon was deafening even in the bathroom. The floor was cleaner than Lu Han had thought, considering it was an expensive hotel with expensive sinks. Zitao was sitting with his back to the wall next to the door while Lu Han sat opposite of him to prevent him getting hit in the face.
Not that Lu Han cared, but he let the kid dream.
“I hate my life,” Lu Han groaned again. Zitao laughed at him without looking up from his phone. The game he was playing sounded an awful lot like Animal Crossing to Lu Han.
“You’re telling me you like parties?” Lu Han raised an eyebrow at Zitao. The boy gave him a non-committal shrug.
“I don’t enjoy them, but it is a good way of getting me out of the house,” Zitao said. The only way to get Yixing out of the house was by promising to buy him ice cream, so maybe Zitao was better.
“I hadn’t seen the sunshine in like a week,” Lu Han said.
“The party started at nine,” Zitao deadpanned.
“Right,” Lu Han said. Then, “Hey, truth or dare?”
Zitao gave him a look (again) and sighed. “Dare.”
“I dare you to make the saddest face you can,” Lu Han said immediately.
“What the fuck?” Zitao laughed, “That is so lame!”
“Whatever! Just do it,” Lu Han whined. Zitao pulled his face into a look of utter despair, and apparently it was convincing enough because the guy that chose that moment to walk in looked distressed.
“Oh my God, are you ok?” he asked Zitao frantically and Lu Han cackled.
“I’m fine, I’m fine, don’t worry,” Zitao laughed. The boy looked him over with concern. He had a pretty face and upturned lips.
When the boy had gone to the other side of the bathroom, Lu Han stopped laughing for a second, thought about it, and laughed again. It wasn’t even that funny, but for some reason he couldn’t stop laughing. Zitao was having the same problem,
clutching his stomach.
An old man walked in then and Lu Han took the opportunity to mess with his friend.
“Sir, please excuse my friend,” Lu Han said with as much seriousness as he could muster, “He’s just had a little too many, if
you know what I mean,” he tipped his head back while motioning with his hand like he was taking a shot.
“I’m not drunk!” Zitao exclaimed, but he was still laughing hysterically. The old man didn’t look convinced.
Lu Han was evil.
“No, seriously!” Zitao insisted, “I’m not drunk, I don’t even like alcohol.”
That sounded a lot like something a drunken person would say, Lu Han thought. The older boy had tears in his eyes of mirth. The old man had washed his hands and left the room while still giving Zitao a weird look.
“I hate you so much,” Zitao told Lu Han. The older boy smiled.
Pretty lips guy approached the sink. Lu Han noticed he was still frowning.
“If I don’t see you dancing out there, I’ll drag you to the dancefloor myself,” he threatened Zitao with a pointed finger before walking out.
Zitao and Lu Han looked at each other and busted out laughing again.The gardens were pretty at night. There was lit fountain in the middle where couples were disgustingly making out.
The two boys walked around aimlessly, not talking. It was a comforting silence. Then Lu Han noticed two sticks lying on the ground and grinned. He rushed over and picked one up.
“En guard!” Lu Han pointed his stick at Zitao. Zitao stared at him.
However, he picked up the other stick and stood in front of his friend.
The played swords for a while, until they had rolled around on the dirt so much their suits were dirty and they were sweaty. Lu Han could see his mom in the distance, talking to the principal of their school.
Zitao had mud on his face. Lu Han figured he wasn’t any better. They lay on their backs on the grass, panting.
“That was fun,” Zitao said.
“We’re so lame,” Lu Han answered.