Drabble Dump 6
Title: Black Label
Paring: hinted!Xiuhan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 558
Summary: they both look for a little too long
Notes: Inspired by this post~
the easiest label minseok can put on luhan and his relationship is easy friendship. they met through mutual friends and eventually met up often enough to ask for each other’s phone numbers and then hung out by themselves, close enough to not need to barrier of other friends to fill the awkward silences. they don’t have awkward silences anymore. even if they weren’t chattering about something, the silence wasn’t awkward, it’s something comfortable. they’ve spent hours together in silence, each absorbed in whatever they’re doing.
it’s a little harder in those moments to define what they are.
it’s also a little harder to say what he really wants to define them as. something like soulmates or lovers. (the thought makes his chest ache and his face to warm.)
when he has these thoughts, it’s hard for him to look luhan in the eye for the next few days.
it makes matters worse when it’s friday night and they’re both tipsy on cheap wine. they’re not drunk enough for complete inhibition or even to pretend that the don’t understand what’s going on but in those few hours, they pretend that what happens doesn’t really matter.
the first bottle will be empty and someone will be struggling with the next bottle and that someone will pop off the cork and stain their plain tshirt with the wine. the other will laugh and check up on him, to make sure he didn’t smack his nose with the cork or something equally stupid. that someone will wrinkle their nose and whine, complaining how the other’s mean.
the other might think that that’s really fucking cute but ah, he won’t say a word of that thought because someone will have this smirk across his lips and he’ll tug the other down suddenly and envelope the other in a bear hug.
the other will freeze, thoughts racing at a thousand miles and then he’ll feel liquid seeping into his shirt and protest. he’ll struggle to get out of that someone’s death grip, shaking with mischievous laughter who eventually will let up.
the other will pull back and wrinkle his nose at the blossoming stain across his shirt but really, he won’t mind because in those few seconds, he dreamt, dreamt and wondered of being able to be in that embrace for other reasons. something sappy like reasons because they’re in love, reasons like they draw comfort from each other’s presence but he’ll bite his lower lip not to say anything.
that someone will catch the other’s shy glance and just like that, time pauses. they’re staring at each other but neither can break the stare. it’s gone on too long for something casual, something platonic.
but god, both of them can feel that want tug at their hearts.
both of them will press their lips together to keep the truthful words from spilling out. those dangerous, truthful words.
in this moment, it would be a lie to just call them friends. they’re more than that, more than just friends.
it balances precariously on their tongues.
only to be swallowed when maybe that someone or the other will giggle and just like that, the moment’s passed and they’re only left with passing regret and thundering heart beats.
the other will offer that someone a change of shirts and the evening will carry on.
Title: Rewind
Paring: broken!Xiuhan, broken!Krisho, hinted!Taosoo
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1780
Summary: They're born into their powers.
Notes: mama!au. or is it exodus!au?
because mia, kat, and many more were filling my tline with xiuhan.
it was doled out when they were born. they don’t get to choose what they’re given, what they must master in their lifetime. they’re born into it.
minseok giggles, a childish one that’s full of innocence. he’s 3, at that age where he’ll hold up 3 stubby fingers and proudly announce that he’s three and three quarters. he’s also 3, at that age where odd things start happening, things that seem magical, have no explanation. it’s the when the children’s gifts begin to appear.
minseok giggles when a snowflake lands and melts on his nose and he shrieks with giddy joy. his mother keeps a careful eye on him as she sips tea from the front porch.
“mama, look!” minseok calls to his mother and she glances away from her book to her child. the book falls into her lap as she gapes at the swirling column of snow that makes miniature tornadoes at the flick of a capricious wrist.
“minseok, oh god, not this, no,” she begs to no one. there’s this infinite sadness in her eyes that gives way to resignation as she calls her child to her and minseok toddles back his mother and into her arms, his snow tornadoes collapsing to the ground. she gathers him close and looks him in the face, at his baby fat cheeks, his sparkling eyes full of glee, his ruddy nose. “my precious, oh you have such a powerful gift but a it’s cold and lonesome one. find someone you love and hold tight to them,” she whispers into his snow kissed hair and he nods, unsure in his young mind what his mother’s saying to him but he just nods anyway.
minseok’s grinds his teeth together, fists clenching hard to his side. he’s 15 now, full of anger at the sneers and the quiet isolation people give him. he hasn’t seen his mother in years, the academy too scared to allow him to travel back to his home far away from the academy. they shake their head in half fear, half determination, excuses like we’re worried that you might lose control or maybe next year or you’re not quite ready yet. he’s full of homesickness, of loneliness, of sadness.
his mother sends him letters on a weekly basis and minseok writes back as fast as he can, always ending the letter with i miss you. he knows that his mother misses him, but he’s glad to learn that his younger sister is blessed with the powers of a green thumb. his mother tells him of the stunning flowers that should be impossible to grow in their climate that minah brings back when she visits and sometimes even minah sends him a shy letter or two asking how he is. she doesn’t really know him, he was sent to the academy when she was too young to know him but now she’s 12 and growing into a lovely young lady.
he’s 15 when he meets luhan for the first time, they bump into each other, stupid considering the hallway’s empty. but they’re both occupied in their thoughts and they turn to snarl something like “watch where you’re going” but freeze when they turn to see who the other is.
luhan stops at the sight of minseok’s eyes, the normal brown that is the regular of the land they’re from, but there’s an icy blue creeping in from the iris to the pupil. they’re enchanting and send chills up luhan’s spine.
minseok stops at the sight of a large tattoo peeking through luhan’s collar on the side of his neck. it’s clear that it’s a character from a foreign land and when he brings his eyes up to luhan’s face, his suspicious are proven correct. the teen’s face is too sharp, too doe eyed to be a native.
their warnings die in their throats. they mumble apologies and minseok’s eyes widen just the bit at the accent in luhan speech. they don’t turn to leave, something stopping them in their steps. everything could have changed if they had just said their sorrys and left, but they paused. maybe it was because it was winter break and everyone else had gone home, maybe because they saw the loneliness in the other’s eyes and saw that it was too familiar. maybe they saw a lonely kindred soul in the other.
minseok’s 15 when he makes his first friend just because they had bumped into each other in an empty hallway in a school neither wanted to be in.
minseok grins, uninhibited and full of joy. he’s yelling into the sky because it seems miles and miles away as he soars through the sky on a phoenix’s back. he feels free and he’s surrounded by people he loves. minseok’s 20 when he thinks that maybe he isn’t so lonely anymore.
there are 12 of them, 12 lonely people, kids, really that band together. they’re what the academy’s labelled precarious and they’re a band of misfits who’ve come together, finding solace in people like them.
there’s sehun, youngest, lanky kid that looks like he gives no fucks, coinciding with his wind manipulation, but really gives all the fucks. there’s jongin, second youngest, who’s gorgeous in his perpetual daze, teleportation at his hand. then there’s zitao, who’s 2nd tallest, and is a wielder of time, and uses it to his advantage. he’s the one who’s the most volatile but then there’s kyungsoo, who’s a few months older than tao but he’s the one who knows how to calm down the other. it sometimes looks funny, little kyungsoo always dressed in black (it makes him look even smaller, jongin tells him) pulling zitao down to whisper in his ear in soothing tones and a gentle pat always to be given. but kyungsoo’s explosive in his own deadly way, moving earth underneath people’s feet.
minseok’s got a soft spot for chanyeol, who’s 95% limbs and bad humor. they just click, opposites attracting. minseok’s cold, freeze, and chanyeo’s hot, fire, his phoenix given by his family fitting him perfectly. when they’re together, they’re ridiculous, hot and cold playing and everyone complains of the temperature havoc.
jongdae comes next, who’s from the same hometown as minseok and they bond well, voices often lapsing back to their home accents, everyone rolling their eyes, and he crackles with electricity, thunder at his will. baekhyun’s always bright and no one’s really sure if it’s because he controls light or it’s just his personality and there’s yixing, sweetest creature to walk the earth, complimenting his ability to heal.
joonmyun and kris are the resident misfit couple; kris is tall and imposing, a dragon shifter, and joonmyun is tiny and soft, water bender. joonmyun’s dubbed the mother of the group while kris is jokingly called the bad father of the group.
then there’s luhan. luhan who’s minseok’s first friend, first person to offer their hand in friendship, first person to introduce minseok shyly to his friends, sharing his friends with minseok, something that minseok will never forget even when he’s old and decrepit. luhan’s telekinesis, which minseok eventually learns is the tattoo on his neck. luhan’s personality is loud, confident, and he’s not afraid to warn others of his power though his tattoo and minseok loves the fool. they’re together. luhan loves minseok and minseok loves luhan and they can’t even remember when the moment they decided that they were a thing. they’ve been together since the day they met and one day, that togetherness just evolved into shy handholding and kisses on the cheek. they don’t have a label on themselves but everyone knows that minseok is luhan’s and luhan is minseok’s. they fit, they’re perfect, they’re luhan and minseok.
minseok screams in regret in anger, voice breaking in grief. he’s 25 when luhan leaves him. he’s 25 when luhan shouts at him, “MINSEOK. I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE. ALL YOU DO IS PUSH ME AWAY. WHAT THEY’VE SAID IS RIGHT, YOUR HEART IS AS COLD AS THE ICE YOU CONTROL!”
minseok is 25 when he shouts back at luhan, something stupid, anger boiling at his words, heart hurt by his words. it’s not the first time someone’s told him that he’s got a cold heart, but it’s the first time luhan’s told him and he thinks for the first time that they might be right.
and luhan leaves him.
they’re falling apart. this once inseparable group of friend, who bonded together by their loneliness and shared joy, laughter, and friendship with each other. it begins when kris leaves.
kris goes back to his native land, the first to be able to control his power and it crushes joonmyun but he accepts it. he accepts it because there’s not like there’s anything that joonmyun can do to change kris’ mind, his country needs him more than joonmyun and that’s the end of that. kris leaves.
they’re shaky but they carry on. then it creeps into the cracks and splitter them a little bit more and minseok and luhan are no longer luhan and minseok. they’re just luhan and just minseok.
they break up. it isn’t like how they got together, this quiet fondness that becomes quiet love. it’s explosive and incendiary, arguments pushing spikes into their hearts.
so luhan leaves because he’s suffocated by minseok and minseok is so so stupid, too proud to call him back. minseok is 25 when his mother’s words from when he was 3 float back.
my precious, you have such a powerful gift but a it’s cold and lonesome one. find someone you love and hold tight to them
minseok begs tao to turn time back, to let him apologize, to let his heart heal back but zitao, soft, emotional zitao has to refuse him with tears in his eyes. “i’m sorry, hyung. but you know how dangerous it is to mess with time.”
kyungsoo’s holding tight to zitao’s hand, eyes shining with tears and he, too shakes his head. “minseok-hyung,” he says once and minseok knows that it’s impossible. he can’t just ask for time to turn back for his mistakes.
minseok is born into his ice control, the icy blue creeps into his eyes when he’s 10 and the ice creeps into his heart when he’s 25. he never chose to wield the ice, but that’s what he’s been given.
minseok is 30 when he misses luhan and when he misses his friends. minseok is 30 when he’s sent out to battle, mastering his power years ago. minseok is 30 when he sees luhan again at the other end of the battlefield.
Title: Blink Once, Blink Twice
Paring: hintedfem!Xiuhan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 975
Summary: Lu Hua should have been just another pretty face.
Notes: fem!xiuhan. written just because i had an itch to write out a scene that doesn’t really fit in the timeline in the fem!xiuhan i’m writing. since i am releasing this before the actual fic, should be ok to read as a standalone but if you like this peek into the universe stay tuned for the (eventual) release of my fem!xiuhan ^^
update: full fic
minseon tries to blow out all the stress building up inside in the sigh she lets out when she throws herself onto her bed. it’s been a long day, no question about that, the clock ticking closer and closer to midnight. minseon doesn’t even know why she let herself touch the bed before preparing for bed and her things for tomorrow because the temptation to stay in bed and ignore her routine is stronger than ever.
she’s just returned from one of her dreaded company meetings, these extravagant messes that have an unsaid rule that everyone has to strut around in their most à la mode pieces and like they’re not wearing so much spandex they can hardly breathe. minseon hates this part of her job the most, but as ceo of a modelling agency, it’s something she can’t so easily avoid. aside from the actual part of the meeting, minseon detests the preparations for the events, too.
kim minseon might be able to spout every bit of qualification it requires to strut down a catwalk in 7 inch heels, she’s helpless when it comes to preparing herself. she spends so many wasteful hours trying to wrestle her hair into an updo (usually given up to aim for a purposeful tousled look) or looking for a dress in her wardrobe that would be acceptable for the occasion. minseon’s terrible at deciding what to wear and ends up with her either video calling or inviting jongda over to to help her. jongda always shakes her head, mutting helpless but she’s got a constant smile on her lips so minseon knows that she doesn’t really mind.
her indecisiveness costs minseon’s neat room as her dresses end up strewn in random places round the room as she twirls and cranes around to see if this selection is ok. it ends up with minseon coming home to a room that looks like a fashion designer had just vomited all over her room. so naturally, with all these things that minseon has to do before she can actually turn off the lights, she groans, closes her eyes, and ignores it all. it wouldn’t kill her to unwind for 5 minutes.
the meeting flashes in bits and pieces behind her closed eyes. she goes through the speech and proposition she had proposed earlier and nods, satisfied with what she had had to say. her mind runs on, faster, memories flashing by, too insignificant to bother being remembered past that evening. she frowns when she stops abruptly at a memory of a new model.
minseon has no idea why she’s decided to remember the woman.
the model’s beautiful, like many other models, but she’s got a near perfectly symmetrical face, large, doe eyes, a pixie nose, and an uneasy smile to top it all off. just another model.
this one stutters when she sees minseon’s face (she has to look down a little bit bc while minseon and this model are nearly the same height, the model’s got a height advantage) and bows, murmuring her greetings. minseon picks up on a slight accent and cocks her head. she must be a foreign model. “where are you from?” minseon asks gently.
the model swallows, from nerves or to gather her words, minseon doesn’t know, and answers in an oddly clear, but rather pretty voice, “china. i come from mainland china from beijing.”
ah, their beijing branch must have picked up the model.
“--hua.”
“i’m sorry?” minseon blinks. she hadn’t even realized that the chinese model was still talking to her.
“lu hua. my name,” lu hua offers with a shy smile and while this is not the exact moment minseon had realized that she was gay, it serves as a reminder to minseon that she is very, very gay and very, very attracted to beautiful chinese models named lu hua.
minseon tries to screw her head back on correctly and return the greeting.
her eyes snap open and minseon stares hard at the ceiling. it’s confusing. minseon’s met hundreds, if not thousands of beautiful models and she can’t for the life of her remember all of these pretty faces but she has never had thoughts like these long after their actual meeting.
minseon doesn’t know or even want to start thinking why her mind can’t let go on the encounter.
just thinking about it is exhausting so minseon lets it go, relaxing further into the comforter.
she’s right, now that she’s in bed, sleep is far more tempting than before and minseon has no desire to leave her bed even if her room is in disarray and she’s still in her stiff fancy dress and makeup on her face.
makeup. minseon curses mentally.
what a hassle. minseon gathers the little bit of willpower she has left to drag herself to her bathroom to wash off her makeup and brush her teeth, slipping into an overlarge tshirt and leaving the dress a puddle on the floor of the bathroom.
a good thing about constantly being on top of work, there’s nothing super pressing that needs her attention tonight so for once, minseon forgives herself and allows an early(ish) night.
dresses and pretty things get shoved to the foot of the bed and heels stay strewn across the floor when minseon pads over to the light switch in her barefeet. the lights blinks out when she gently presses the pad and everything’s dark save for the light night in the corner of the room.
minseon crawls under her comforter and sighs, tension bleeding out as she stretches, joints popping here and there, oh god, it’s been a really long day.
sleep isn’t long coming to minseon after she closes her eyes and the last thing she thinks of is how pretty lu hua’s eyes were and then everything blanks out.
Title: It Just Comes Automatic
Paring: fem!Xiuhan
Rating: R
Word Count: 904
Summary: they speak the loudest in body language
Notes: bad, vague porn. prompted by red velvet's automatic lyrics.
minseon whimpers, this little sound that escapes her lips but it doesn’t escape lu hua. when minseon’s able to focus her vision on lu hua’s face, that smirk that slashes across her pretty face is downright predatory and minseon gasps at that.
lu hua’s making her way steadily down minseon’s body, leaving burning little licks down minseon’s stomach and around her belly button. between nips and licks, lu hua presses adoring compliments into her skin until minseon’s nerves are on fire.
minseon’s got her hands carded through lu hu’s hair.
warm, velvet skin, lips with a soft light on it
lu hua loves the soft give of minseon’s skin. her girlfriend is stretched enticingly across the bed, hair tousled already from tossing this way and that. her lips are pink and slicked with spit from when lu hua had kissed her, hot and open mouthed.
it’s impossible for lu hua to bypass the opportunity of nibbling marks into minseon’s stomach, her breasts, her shoulders. she loves the taste of minseon and all the noises that that she can draw from her girlfriend and lu hua worships her goddess.
“lu hua,” minseon breathes, breath jackknifing in and out of her, bringing her chest up and down with each inhale and exhale.
“yes?” lu hua lightly runs minseon’s nipple and minseon’s breath hitches.
“don’t tease.”
“oh but darling, i love to tease.”
eyes that are wet like rain, it’s all beautiful
everything’s in shadows. minseon’s shy, preferring intimacy with low light and lu hua has no complaints when the one light in the room casts shadows across minseon’s body and reflects off of minseon’s eyes.
there are tears in minseon’s eyes when lu hua slips a finger into her and run hot down her cheeks when she squeezes her eyes shut, moaning softly for lu hua.
“please,” minseon whispers and lu hua responds by crooking her one finger inside minseon. minseon clenches hard around lu hua and presses a hand against her mouth.
my senses move at the smallest body movement
lu hua whispers, “more?” and minseon can barely nod, untrusting of her own voice. lu hua watches minseon respond beautifully to her ministration when she gently pushes in a second finger. minseon’s so wet, it makes the intrusion easy and lu hua ignores her own arousal to savor minseon’s.
minseon’s fingers weakly tug at lu hua’s hair and lu hua moves up at minseon’s nudge. minseon’s waiting for her, open mouthed, wanting a kiss as lu hua tries to match her finger rhythm to their lazy kiss.
minseon’s whimpers and groans are muffled by lu hua’s kiss and her toes curl into the sheets.
your warm hands, your soft smile
she draws away from minseon to watch the shadows suggest minseon’s expression and lu hua’s so, so in love with everything that is minseon.
lu hua presses her thumb on minseon’s clit and minseon arches off the mattress, moan ringing in lu hua’s ears.
“close, lu, close, i’m so close,” minseon babbles and lu hua continues moving her fingers, other hand coming down to circle minseon.
“go ahead, baby,” lu hua whispers into minseon’s hair and minseon comes with a soft whimper of lu hua’s name. minseon clenches and pulses around lu hua’s fingers and warmth coils low in lu hua. she draws out minseon’s orgasm, loving the way that minseon clings to lu hua’s shoulders, nails digging into lu hua’s skin. there’ll be red crescents temporarily imprinted on lu hua’s skin but minseon loves kissing those marks when morning comes, full of lazy smiles and nose kisses.
i love the way you wrap around my heart, filling me up
lu hua’s pushed into the mattress by her shoulders, minseon switching their positions, straddled across lu hua’s body.
“my turn,” minseon says simply and she leans down to press an innocent kiss that juxtaposes their compromising position.
“my thanks.” minseon scoots down lu hua’s body and places her hands between lu hua’s thighs, pushing them apart and letting herself fill the space. lu hua hardly had a moment to compose herself when she feels minseon gently lick over her. she nearly screams at the soft pressure and her knees squeeze minseon’s shoulders.
minseon’s fingers push her folds apart and her tongue pushes into lu hua, taking in all of her taste and lu hua’s incoherent, babbling praises.
i’m being pulled by you, it’s automatic
lu hua’s so strung out, it hardly takes any time for her to hit her own orgasm, waves of pleasure washing over her, moan much much louder than minseon’s.
minseon doesn’t pause in her efforts and white flashes behind her closed eyelids, minseon’s name easily on her lips.
i close my eyes and open them again
they’re sated and sticky from satisfaction, pleasure dragging heavily in their veins. their limbs are tangled in a hot mess, skin damp and the kisses they share are sweet presses of lips, conveying their love in a language only they speak. it’s intimate and private, each with their hearts on their sleeve.
“we should clean up,” minseon murmurs, an eyelash length away.
“tomorrow,” lu hua promises, her fingers interlaced with minseon’s fingers. minseon doesn’t try to argue, sleep overtaking her.
it just comes natural
they fall asleep together, bodies pressed together as though they were made for each other.
Title: Awoo~
Paring: Xiuharem, endgame!xiuhan bc im xiuhan trash
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1277
Summary: there are whispers on the street about her
Notes: Inspired by Lim Kim's Awoo and because fem!minseok has me feeling things.
people don’t usually halt in their step to stare at her or whisper quietly to their friend she’s so pretty but they do a double take or whisper not-so-quietly who does she think she is?.
minseon isn’t super model pretty but it’s undeniable that the confidence she exudes in every movement is attractive. she’s comfortable in her own skin and she knows which angle to wing her liner to emphasize those feline eyes and she knows which colors flatter her complexion.
she’s never been short of her share of suitors. they come in bunches, all kinds of people. boys who stumble over their laces and words, men who lean against the wall and flex their biceps, girls who stare enviously at her curves, women who tickle her thighs with their butterfly brushes. they all come, drawn in by her curious charisma, her bubbling giggle, her shy hand over mouth when she laughs.
they call her the campus witch. some call her that because she’s cast this spell over the entire campus that has them falling head over heels for the petite girl while some call her that for more sinister reasons.
there are all sorts of stories about her, each depending on who’s being asked--
-there’s sehun, who’s all lean muscles and perpetual bore. ask him about her and he’ll perk up, eyes sparking, saying, “minseon noona? what about her?” ask a little more and he’ll talk about how kind she in, how she always makes time in her busy, busy schedule to help him on whatever subject he’s struggling on, how she ruffles his hair when he gets a problem right, how she knocks her pen against his head when he gets a problem wrong because he’s too busy listening to her voice to pay attention to what she’s saying. he’s got the cutest puppy love on her and he can go on for days about minseon noona. he’s hopeless and the whole campus knows about it.
there’s jongin, sehun’s best friend and minseon’s younger brother. when he had first entered as a freshman there were rumors that they were a couple, minseon’s efforts to totter across the campus to hand the sleepy freshman his lunch, jongin napping with his head in her lap in the dorm lounges but then someone had asked minseon if they were dating and minseon had merely laughed and straightened out the confusion. they weren’t blood siblings but they’re a handsome pair to see walking across the quad, minseon tilting her head back to talk to her younger brother and jongin slowing his steps to walk by his older sister’s side.
there’s tao who’ll tilt his head to the side and ask in accented korean, “who?” the name would be repeated and his eyes will light up and he’ll lapse in mandarin and all that can be understood is the adoring “xiumei jie!” and without ever needing to be prompted, he’ll gladly recall how she was the first one to tour him around campus since she was the only one on the student council who was able to speak mandarin and that she had let him call her xiumei since the name was easier to him than minseon.
there’s kyungsoon who’ll prickle at the name of kim minseon and narrow her wide eyes. her fists will clench by her side and she hiss, “don’t say that name around me.” there won’t be any more questions asked about minseon but word on the street will tell easily enough how kyungsoon will appear to despise minseon but enough people have seen the way that minseon waits outside kyungsoon’s dorm with the easiest little smirk on and how kyungsoon pulls the other girl in when minseon eventually knocks, the click of the lock audible. it’s easy to see how minseon’s fingers tease at kyungsoon, tug at the bottom of her skirt, run through kyungsoo’s hair and there’s not a single student on the campus who can explain their baffling relationship. the campus leaves them be.
there’s chanyeol, looming and cackling with energy. minseon and him are opposites and odd enough, best friends. she’s quiet where he’s loud, she’s tiny where he’s nothing but long limbs. she’s mysterious where chanyeol’s an open book. no one’s sure where the information of park and kim came from but it’s just common knowledge.
there’s jongda, who’s lips will pull up in the most mysterious smirk. they’re childhood friends and when someone asks jongda about minseon, she’ll pull out the oddest stories from their childhood, stories so baffling that no one really knows whether they’re true or not and minseon will be holding her stomach from laughter and she’ll smack jongda on the arm and complain, “don’t spread stories like that!” with jongda, she’s different, as though the other girl spreads her loudness to the normally quiet girl.
there’s baekhyun, campus asshole. he’s the type of guy to tug minseon down onto his lap and curl around her, lips dangerously close to her ear. there’s so many rumors about the pair but there’s nothing confirmed, especially from the way that minseon’s arms wind around baekhyun’s neck and she’ll turn and whisper something back in his ear, a shit eating grin spreading across his face. he’s a handsome bastard and it’s no secret that byun baekhyun throws the best parties, parties that minseon always attends and draw in so many more people.
there’s yixing and he might not be able to tell you who kim minseon is or what she looks like. but he’s sure as hell able to tell what kind of books she reads and how often she drops by the library, always with a pastry or coffee for her favorite librarian. he might be able to recall how nice her voice sounds (adding how it’s the perfect level of quietness for the library) but will have no idea of her reputation on campus.
there’s joonmyun, polished and always knows what to say. but around minseon he’s the human representation of the heart eyes emoji and always there to present her with a little gift. they might meet up for dinner and the next day minseon’ll be wearing a new pair of earrings and she’ll just say that “joonie gave them to me.” everyone respects the head of student council but they just shake their heads sadly when minseon gets added to mix because they can just see the other man unravel himself and put his heart on his sleeve for her.
there’s kristina, tall and imposing. she’s from canada and honestly knows no one on campus. she’s probably the only one who doesn’t know a thing about minseon except for the fact that she admires minseon’s taste in shoes.
then there’s luhan and no one even needs to ask him about minseon. while minseon is sort of everyone’s, luhan is special. they don’t have labels and they’re sure as hell not dating by the way minseon flits back and forth, a literal social butterfly but luhan and minseon are something different. to minseon, luhan’s a little bit different and she lets herself melt a little around him. anyone who looks at the way minseon looks at luhan can tell that she looks at him nothing like she looks at anyone else. luhan looks at minseon the exact same way when she’s not looking and everyone on campus are deadset that they’ll someday end up married.
minseon may not be stunning but she has the entire campus wrapped around her little pinkie and all it takes is a bunched-up-cheek smile and just like that, cupid’s got another victim.
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Paring: hinted!Xiuhan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 558
Summary: they both look for a little too long
Notes: Inspired by this post~
the easiest label minseok can put on luhan and his relationship is easy friendship. they met through mutual friends and eventually met up often enough to ask for each other’s phone numbers and then hung out by themselves, close enough to not need to barrier of other friends to fill the awkward silences. they don’t have awkward silences anymore. even if they weren’t chattering about something, the silence wasn’t awkward, it’s something comfortable. they’ve spent hours together in silence, each absorbed in whatever they’re doing.
it’s a little harder in those moments to define what they are.
it’s also a little harder to say what he really wants to define them as. something like soulmates or lovers. (the thought makes his chest ache and his face to warm.)
when he has these thoughts, it’s hard for him to look luhan in the eye for the next few days.
it makes matters worse when it’s friday night and they’re both tipsy on cheap wine. they’re not drunk enough for complete inhibition or even to pretend that the don’t understand what’s going on but in those few hours, they pretend that what happens doesn’t really matter.
the first bottle will be empty and someone will be struggling with the next bottle and that someone will pop off the cork and stain their plain tshirt with the wine. the other will laugh and check up on him, to make sure he didn’t smack his nose with the cork or something equally stupid. that someone will wrinkle their nose and whine, complaining how the other’s mean.
the other might think that that’s really fucking cute but ah, he won’t say a word of that thought because someone will have this smirk across his lips and he’ll tug the other down suddenly and envelope the other in a bear hug.
the other will freeze, thoughts racing at a thousand miles and then he’ll feel liquid seeping into his shirt and protest. he’ll struggle to get out of that someone’s death grip, shaking with mischievous laughter who eventually will let up.
the other will pull back and wrinkle his nose at the blossoming stain across his shirt but really, he won’t mind because in those few seconds, he dreamt, dreamt and wondered of being able to be in that embrace for other reasons. something sappy like reasons because they’re in love, reasons like they draw comfort from each other’s presence but he’ll bite his lower lip not to say anything.
that someone will catch the other’s shy glance and just like that, time pauses. they’re staring at each other but neither can break the stare. it’s gone on too long for something casual, something platonic.
but god, both of them can feel that want tug at their hearts.
both of them will press their lips together to keep the truthful words from spilling out. those dangerous, truthful words.
in this moment, it would be a lie to just call them friends. they’re more than that, more than just friends.
it balances precariously on their tongues.
only to be swallowed when maybe that someone or the other will giggle and just like that, the moment’s passed and they’re only left with passing regret and thundering heart beats.
the other will offer that someone a change of shirts and the evening will carry on.
Title: Rewind
Paring: broken!Xiuhan, broken!Krisho, hinted!Taosoo
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1780
Summary: They're born into their powers.
Notes: mama!au. or is it exodus!au?
because mia, kat, and many more were filling my tline with xiuhan.
it was doled out when they were born. they don’t get to choose what they’re given, what they must master in their lifetime. they’re born into it.
minseok giggles, a childish one that’s full of innocence. he’s 3, at that age where he’ll hold up 3 stubby fingers and proudly announce that he’s three and three quarters. he’s also 3, at that age where odd things start happening, things that seem magical, have no explanation. it’s the when the children’s gifts begin to appear.
minseok giggles when a snowflake lands and melts on his nose and he shrieks with giddy joy. his mother keeps a careful eye on him as she sips tea from the front porch.
“mama, look!” minseok calls to his mother and she glances away from her book to her child. the book falls into her lap as she gapes at the swirling column of snow that makes miniature tornadoes at the flick of a capricious wrist.
“minseok, oh god, not this, no,” she begs to no one. there’s this infinite sadness in her eyes that gives way to resignation as she calls her child to her and minseok toddles back his mother and into her arms, his snow tornadoes collapsing to the ground. she gathers him close and looks him in the face, at his baby fat cheeks, his sparkling eyes full of glee, his ruddy nose. “my precious, oh you have such a powerful gift but a it’s cold and lonesome one. find someone you love and hold tight to them,” she whispers into his snow kissed hair and he nods, unsure in his young mind what his mother’s saying to him but he just nods anyway.
minseok’s grinds his teeth together, fists clenching hard to his side. he’s 15 now, full of anger at the sneers and the quiet isolation people give him. he hasn’t seen his mother in years, the academy too scared to allow him to travel back to his home far away from the academy. they shake their head in half fear, half determination, excuses like we’re worried that you might lose control or maybe next year or you’re not quite ready yet. he’s full of homesickness, of loneliness, of sadness.
his mother sends him letters on a weekly basis and minseok writes back as fast as he can, always ending the letter with i miss you. he knows that his mother misses him, but he’s glad to learn that his younger sister is blessed with the powers of a green thumb. his mother tells him of the stunning flowers that should be impossible to grow in their climate that minah brings back when she visits and sometimes even minah sends him a shy letter or two asking how he is. she doesn’t really know him, he was sent to the academy when she was too young to know him but now she’s 12 and growing into a lovely young lady.
he’s 15 when he meets luhan for the first time, they bump into each other, stupid considering the hallway’s empty. but they’re both occupied in their thoughts and they turn to snarl something like “watch where you’re going” but freeze when they turn to see who the other is.
luhan stops at the sight of minseok’s eyes, the normal brown that is the regular of the land they’re from, but there’s an icy blue creeping in from the iris to the pupil. they’re enchanting and send chills up luhan’s spine.
minseok stops at the sight of a large tattoo peeking through luhan’s collar on the side of his neck. it’s clear that it’s a character from a foreign land and when he brings his eyes up to luhan’s face, his suspicious are proven correct. the teen’s face is too sharp, too doe eyed to be a native.
their warnings die in their throats. they mumble apologies and minseok’s eyes widen just the bit at the accent in luhan speech. they don’t turn to leave, something stopping them in their steps. everything could have changed if they had just said their sorrys and left, but they paused. maybe it was because it was winter break and everyone else had gone home, maybe because they saw the loneliness in the other’s eyes and saw that it was too familiar. maybe they saw a lonely kindred soul in the other.
minseok’s 15 when he makes his first friend just because they had bumped into each other in an empty hallway in a school neither wanted to be in.
minseok grins, uninhibited and full of joy. he’s yelling into the sky because it seems miles and miles away as he soars through the sky on a phoenix’s back. he feels free and he’s surrounded by people he loves. minseok’s 20 when he thinks that maybe he isn’t so lonely anymore.
there are 12 of them, 12 lonely people, kids, really that band together. they’re what the academy’s labelled precarious and they’re a band of misfits who’ve come together, finding solace in people like them.
there’s sehun, youngest, lanky kid that looks like he gives no fucks, coinciding with his wind manipulation, but really gives all the fucks. there’s jongin, second youngest, who’s gorgeous in his perpetual daze, teleportation at his hand. then there’s zitao, who’s 2nd tallest, and is a wielder of time, and uses it to his advantage. he’s the one who’s the most volatile but then there’s kyungsoo, who’s a few months older than tao but he’s the one who knows how to calm down the other. it sometimes looks funny, little kyungsoo always dressed in black (it makes him look even smaller, jongin tells him) pulling zitao down to whisper in his ear in soothing tones and a gentle pat always to be given. but kyungsoo’s explosive in his own deadly way, moving earth underneath people’s feet.
minseok’s got a soft spot for chanyeol, who’s 95% limbs and bad humor. they just click, opposites attracting. minseok’s cold, freeze, and chanyeo’s hot, fire, his phoenix given by his family fitting him perfectly. when they’re together, they’re ridiculous, hot and cold playing and everyone complains of the temperature havoc.
jongdae comes next, who’s from the same hometown as minseok and they bond well, voices often lapsing back to their home accents, everyone rolling their eyes, and he crackles with electricity, thunder at his will. baekhyun’s always bright and no one’s really sure if it’s because he controls light or it’s just his personality and there’s yixing, sweetest creature to walk the earth, complimenting his ability to heal.
joonmyun and kris are the resident misfit couple; kris is tall and imposing, a dragon shifter, and joonmyun is tiny and soft, water bender. joonmyun’s dubbed the mother of the group while kris is jokingly called the bad father of the group.
then there’s luhan. luhan who’s minseok’s first friend, first person to offer their hand in friendship, first person to introduce minseok shyly to his friends, sharing his friends with minseok, something that minseok will never forget even when he’s old and decrepit. luhan’s telekinesis, which minseok eventually learns is the tattoo on his neck. luhan’s personality is loud, confident, and he’s not afraid to warn others of his power though his tattoo and minseok loves the fool. they’re together. luhan loves minseok and minseok loves luhan and they can’t even remember when the moment they decided that they were a thing. they’ve been together since the day they met and one day, that togetherness just evolved into shy handholding and kisses on the cheek. they don’t have a label on themselves but everyone knows that minseok is luhan’s and luhan is minseok’s. they fit, they’re perfect, they’re luhan and minseok.
minseok screams in regret in anger, voice breaking in grief. he’s 25 when luhan leaves him. he’s 25 when luhan shouts at him, “MINSEOK. I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE. ALL YOU DO IS PUSH ME AWAY. WHAT THEY’VE SAID IS RIGHT, YOUR HEART IS AS COLD AS THE ICE YOU CONTROL!”
minseok is 25 when he shouts back at luhan, something stupid, anger boiling at his words, heart hurt by his words. it’s not the first time someone’s told him that he’s got a cold heart, but it’s the first time luhan’s told him and he thinks for the first time that they might be right.
and luhan leaves him.
they’re falling apart. this once inseparable group of friend, who bonded together by their loneliness and shared joy, laughter, and friendship with each other. it begins when kris leaves.
kris goes back to his native land, the first to be able to control his power and it crushes joonmyun but he accepts it. he accepts it because there’s not like there’s anything that joonmyun can do to change kris’ mind, his country needs him more than joonmyun and that’s the end of that. kris leaves.
they’re shaky but they carry on. then it creeps into the cracks and splitter them a little bit more and minseok and luhan are no longer luhan and minseok. they’re just luhan and just minseok.
they break up. it isn’t like how they got together, this quiet fondness that becomes quiet love. it’s explosive and incendiary, arguments pushing spikes into their hearts.
so luhan leaves because he’s suffocated by minseok and minseok is so so stupid, too proud to call him back. minseok is 25 when his mother’s words from when he was 3 float back.
my precious, you have such a powerful gift but a it’s cold and lonesome one. find someone you love and hold tight to them
minseok begs tao to turn time back, to let him apologize, to let his heart heal back but zitao, soft, emotional zitao has to refuse him with tears in his eyes. “i’m sorry, hyung. but you know how dangerous it is to mess with time.”
kyungsoo’s holding tight to zitao’s hand, eyes shining with tears and he, too shakes his head. “minseok-hyung,” he says once and minseok knows that it’s impossible. he can’t just ask for time to turn back for his mistakes.
minseok is born into his ice control, the icy blue creeps into his eyes when he’s 10 and the ice creeps into his heart when he’s 25. he never chose to wield the ice, but that’s what he’s been given.
minseok is 30 when he misses luhan and when he misses his friends. minseok is 30 when he’s sent out to battle, mastering his power years ago. minseok is 30 when he sees luhan again at the other end of the battlefield.
Title: Blink Once, Blink Twice
Paring: hintedfem!Xiuhan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 975
Summary: Lu Hua should have been just another pretty face.
Notes: fem!xiuhan. written just because i had an itch to write out a scene that doesn’t really fit in the timeline in the fem!xiuhan i’m writing. since i am releasing this before the actual fic, should be ok to read as a standalone but if you like this peek into the universe stay tuned for the (eventual) release of my fem!xiuhan ^^
update: full fic
minseon tries to blow out all the stress building up inside in the sigh she lets out when she throws herself onto her bed. it’s been a long day, no question about that, the clock ticking closer and closer to midnight. minseon doesn’t even know why she let herself touch the bed before preparing for bed and her things for tomorrow because the temptation to stay in bed and ignore her routine is stronger than ever.
she’s just returned from one of her dreaded company meetings, these extravagant messes that have an unsaid rule that everyone has to strut around in their most à la mode pieces and like they’re not wearing so much spandex they can hardly breathe. minseon hates this part of her job the most, but as ceo of a modelling agency, it’s something she can’t so easily avoid. aside from the actual part of the meeting, minseon detests the preparations for the events, too.
kim minseon might be able to spout every bit of qualification it requires to strut down a catwalk in 7 inch heels, she’s helpless when it comes to preparing herself. she spends so many wasteful hours trying to wrestle her hair into an updo (usually given up to aim for a purposeful tousled look) or looking for a dress in her wardrobe that would be acceptable for the occasion. minseon’s terrible at deciding what to wear and ends up with her either video calling or inviting jongda over to to help her. jongda always shakes her head, mutting helpless but she’s got a constant smile on her lips so minseon knows that she doesn’t really mind.
her indecisiveness costs minseon’s neat room as her dresses end up strewn in random places round the room as she twirls and cranes around to see if this selection is ok. it ends up with minseon coming home to a room that looks like a fashion designer had just vomited all over her room. so naturally, with all these things that minseon has to do before she can actually turn off the lights, she groans, closes her eyes, and ignores it all. it wouldn’t kill her to unwind for 5 minutes.
the meeting flashes in bits and pieces behind her closed eyes. she goes through the speech and proposition she had proposed earlier and nods, satisfied with what she had had to say. her mind runs on, faster, memories flashing by, too insignificant to bother being remembered past that evening. she frowns when she stops abruptly at a memory of a new model.
minseon has no idea why she’s decided to remember the woman.
the model’s beautiful, like many other models, but she’s got a near perfectly symmetrical face, large, doe eyes, a pixie nose, and an uneasy smile to top it all off. just another model.
this one stutters when she sees minseon’s face (she has to look down a little bit bc while minseon and this model are nearly the same height, the model’s got a height advantage) and bows, murmuring her greetings. minseon picks up on a slight accent and cocks her head. she must be a foreign model. “where are you from?” minseon asks gently.
the model swallows, from nerves or to gather her words, minseon doesn’t know, and answers in an oddly clear, but rather pretty voice, “china. i come from mainland china from beijing.”
ah, their beijing branch must have picked up the model.
“--hua.”
“i’m sorry?” minseon blinks. she hadn’t even realized that the chinese model was still talking to her.
“lu hua. my name,” lu hua offers with a shy smile and while this is not the exact moment minseon had realized that she was gay, it serves as a reminder to minseon that she is very, very gay and very, very attracted to beautiful chinese models named lu hua.
minseon tries to screw her head back on correctly and return the greeting.
her eyes snap open and minseon stares hard at the ceiling. it’s confusing. minseon’s met hundreds, if not thousands of beautiful models and she can’t for the life of her remember all of these pretty faces but she has never had thoughts like these long after their actual meeting.
minseon doesn’t know or even want to start thinking why her mind can’t let go on the encounter.
just thinking about it is exhausting so minseon lets it go, relaxing further into the comforter.
she’s right, now that she’s in bed, sleep is far more tempting than before and minseon has no desire to leave her bed even if her room is in disarray and she’s still in her stiff fancy dress and makeup on her face.
makeup. minseon curses mentally.
what a hassle. minseon gathers the little bit of willpower she has left to drag herself to her bathroom to wash off her makeup and brush her teeth, slipping into an overlarge tshirt and leaving the dress a puddle on the floor of the bathroom.
a good thing about constantly being on top of work, there’s nothing super pressing that needs her attention tonight so for once, minseon forgives herself and allows an early(ish) night.
dresses and pretty things get shoved to the foot of the bed and heels stay strewn across the floor when minseon pads over to the light switch in her barefeet. the lights blinks out when she gently presses the pad and everything’s dark save for the light night in the corner of the room.
minseon crawls under her comforter and sighs, tension bleeding out as she stretches, joints popping here and there, oh god, it’s been a really long day.
sleep isn’t long coming to minseon after she closes her eyes and the last thing she thinks of is how pretty lu hua’s eyes were and then everything blanks out.
Title: It Just Comes Automatic
Paring: fem!Xiuhan
Rating: R
Word Count: 904
Summary: they speak the loudest in body language
Notes: bad, vague porn. prompted by red velvet's automatic lyrics.
minseon whimpers, this little sound that escapes her lips but it doesn’t escape lu hua. when minseon’s able to focus her vision on lu hua’s face, that smirk that slashes across her pretty face is downright predatory and minseon gasps at that.
lu hua’s making her way steadily down minseon’s body, leaving burning little licks down minseon’s stomach and around her belly button. between nips and licks, lu hua presses adoring compliments into her skin until minseon’s nerves are on fire.
minseon’s got her hands carded through lu hu’s hair.
warm, velvet skin, lips with a soft light on it
lu hua loves the soft give of minseon’s skin. her girlfriend is stretched enticingly across the bed, hair tousled already from tossing this way and that. her lips are pink and slicked with spit from when lu hua had kissed her, hot and open mouthed.
it’s impossible for lu hua to bypass the opportunity of nibbling marks into minseon’s stomach, her breasts, her shoulders. she loves the taste of minseon and all the noises that that she can draw from her girlfriend and lu hua worships her goddess.
“lu hua,” minseon breathes, breath jackknifing in and out of her, bringing her chest up and down with each inhale and exhale.
“yes?” lu hua lightly runs minseon’s nipple and minseon’s breath hitches.
“don’t tease.”
“oh but darling, i love to tease.”
eyes that are wet like rain, it’s all beautiful
everything’s in shadows. minseon’s shy, preferring intimacy with low light and lu hua has no complaints when the one light in the room casts shadows across minseon’s body and reflects off of minseon’s eyes.
there are tears in minseon’s eyes when lu hua slips a finger into her and run hot down her cheeks when she squeezes her eyes shut, moaning softly for lu hua.
“please,” minseon whispers and lu hua responds by crooking her one finger inside minseon. minseon clenches hard around lu hua and presses a hand against her mouth.
my senses move at the smallest body movement
lu hua whispers, “more?” and minseon can barely nod, untrusting of her own voice. lu hua watches minseon respond beautifully to her ministration when she gently pushes in a second finger. minseon’s so wet, it makes the intrusion easy and lu hua ignores her own arousal to savor minseon’s.
minseon’s fingers weakly tug at lu hua’s hair and lu hua moves up at minseon’s nudge. minseon’s waiting for her, open mouthed, wanting a kiss as lu hua tries to match her finger rhythm to their lazy kiss.
minseon’s whimpers and groans are muffled by lu hua’s kiss and her toes curl into the sheets.
your warm hands, your soft smile
she draws away from minseon to watch the shadows suggest minseon’s expression and lu hua’s so, so in love with everything that is minseon.
lu hua presses her thumb on minseon’s clit and minseon arches off the mattress, moan ringing in lu hua’s ears.
“close, lu, close, i’m so close,” minseon babbles and lu hua continues moving her fingers, other hand coming down to circle minseon.
“go ahead, baby,” lu hua whispers into minseon’s hair and minseon comes with a soft whimper of lu hua’s name. minseon clenches and pulses around lu hua’s fingers and warmth coils low in lu hua. she draws out minseon’s orgasm, loving the way that minseon clings to lu hua’s shoulders, nails digging into lu hua’s skin. there’ll be red crescents temporarily imprinted on lu hua’s skin but minseon loves kissing those marks when morning comes, full of lazy smiles and nose kisses.
i love the way you wrap around my heart, filling me up
lu hua’s pushed into the mattress by her shoulders, minseon switching their positions, straddled across lu hua’s body.
“my turn,” minseon says simply and she leans down to press an innocent kiss that juxtaposes their compromising position.
“my thanks.” minseon scoots down lu hua’s body and places her hands between lu hua’s thighs, pushing them apart and letting herself fill the space. lu hua hardly had a moment to compose herself when she feels minseon gently lick over her. she nearly screams at the soft pressure and her knees squeeze minseon’s shoulders.
minseon’s fingers push her folds apart and her tongue pushes into lu hua, taking in all of her taste and lu hua’s incoherent, babbling praises.
i’m being pulled by you, it’s automatic
lu hua’s so strung out, it hardly takes any time for her to hit her own orgasm, waves of pleasure washing over her, moan much much louder than minseon’s.
minseon doesn’t pause in her efforts and white flashes behind her closed eyelids, minseon’s name easily on her lips.
i close my eyes and open them again
they’re sated and sticky from satisfaction, pleasure dragging heavily in their veins. their limbs are tangled in a hot mess, skin damp and the kisses they share are sweet presses of lips, conveying their love in a language only they speak. it’s intimate and private, each with their hearts on their sleeve.
“we should clean up,” minseon murmurs, an eyelash length away.
“tomorrow,” lu hua promises, her fingers interlaced with minseon’s fingers. minseon doesn’t try to argue, sleep overtaking her.
it just comes natural
they fall asleep together, bodies pressed together as though they were made for each other.
Title: Awoo~
Paring: Xiuharem, endgame!xiuhan bc im xiuhan trash
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1277
Summary: there are whispers on the street about her
Notes: Inspired by Lim Kim's Awoo and because fem!minseok has me feeling things.
people don’t usually halt in their step to stare at her or whisper quietly to their friend she’s so pretty but they do a double take or whisper not-so-quietly who does she think she is?.
minseon isn’t super model pretty but it’s undeniable that the confidence she exudes in every movement is attractive. she’s comfortable in her own skin and she knows which angle to wing her liner to emphasize those feline eyes and she knows which colors flatter her complexion.
she’s never been short of her share of suitors. they come in bunches, all kinds of people. boys who stumble over their laces and words, men who lean against the wall and flex their biceps, girls who stare enviously at her curves, women who tickle her thighs with their butterfly brushes. they all come, drawn in by her curious charisma, her bubbling giggle, her shy hand over mouth when she laughs.
they call her the campus witch. some call her that because she’s cast this spell over the entire campus that has them falling head over heels for the petite girl while some call her that for more sinister reasons.
there are all sorts of stories about her, each depending on who’s being asked--
-there’s sehun, who’s all lean muscles and perpetual bore. ask him about her and he’ll perk up, eyes sparking, saying, “minseon noona? what about her?” ask a little more and he’ll talk about how kind she in, how she always makes time in her busy, busy schedule to help him on whatever subject he’s struggling on, how she ruffles his hair when he gets a problem right, how she knocks her pen against his head when he gets a problem wrong because he’s too busy listening to her voice to pay attention to what she’s saying. he’s got the cutest puppy love on her and he can go on for days about minseon noona. he’s hopeless and the whole campus knows about it.
there’s jongin, sehun’s best friend and minseon’s younger brother. when he had first entered as a freshman there were rumors that they were a couple, minseon’s efforts to totter across the campus to hand the sleepy freshman his lunch, jongin napping with his head in her lap in the dorm lounges but then someone had asked minseon if they were dating and minseon had merely laughed and straightened out the confusion. they weren’t blood siblings but they’re a handsome pair to see walking across the quad, minseon tilting her head back to talk to her younger brother and jongin slowing his steps to walk by his older sister’s side.
there’s tao who’ll tilt his head to the side and ask in accented korean, “who?” the name would be repeated and his eyes will light up and he’ll lapse in mandarin and all that can be understood is the adoring “xiumei jie!” and without ever needing to be prompted, he’ll gladly recall how she was the first one to tour him around campus since she was the only one on the student council who was able to speak mandarin and that she had let him call her xiumei since the name was easier to him than minseon.
there’s kyungsoon who’ll prickle at the name of kim minseon and narrow her wide eyes. her fists will clench by her side and she hiss, “don’t say that name around me.” there won’t be any more questions asked about minseon but word on the street will tell easily enough how kyungsoon will appear to despise minseon but enough people have seen the way that minseon waits outside kyungsoon’s dorm with the easiest little smirk on and how kyungsoon pulls the other girl in when minseon eventually knocks, the click of the lock audible. it’s easy to see how minseon’s fingers tease at kyungsoon, tug at the bottom of her skirt, run through kyungsoo’s hair and there’s not a single student on the campus who can explain their baffling relationship. the campus leaves them be.
there’s chanyeol, looming and cackling with energy. minseon and him are opposites and odd enough, best friends. she’s quiet where he’s loud, she’s tiny where he’s nothing but long limbs. she’s mysterious where chanyeol’s an open book. no one’s sure where the information of park and kim came from but it’s just common knowledge.
there’s jongda, who’s lips will pull up in the most mysterious smirk. they’re childhood friends and when someone asks jongda about minseon, she’ll pull out the oddest stories from their childhood, stories so baffling that no one really knows whether they’re true or not and minseon will be holding her stomach from laughter and she’ll smack jongda on the arm and complain, “don’t spread stories like that!” with jongda, she’s different, as though the other girl spreads her loudness to the normally quiet girl.
there’s baekhyun, campus asshole. he’s the type of guy to tug minseon down onto his lap and curl around her, lips dangerously close to her ear. there’s so many rumors about the pair but there’s nothing confirmed, especially from the way that minseon’s arms wind around baekhyun’s neck and she’ll turn and whisper something back in his ear, a shit eating grin spreading across his face. he’s a handsome bastard and it’s no secret that byun baekhyun throws the best parties, parties that minseon always attends and draw in so many more people.
there’s yixing and he might not be able to tell you who kim minseon is or what she looks like. but he’s sure as hell able to tell what kind of books she reads and how often she drops by the library, always with a pastry or coffee for her favorite librarian. he might be able to recall how nice her voice sounds (adding how it’s the perfect level of quietness for the library) but will have no idea of her reputation on campus.
there’s joonmyun, polished and always knows what to say. but around minseon he’s the human representation of the heart eyes emoji and always there to present her with a little gift. they might meet up for dinner and the next day minseon’ll be wearing a new pair of earrings and she’ll just say that “joonie gave them to me.” everyone respects the head of student council but they just shake their heads sadly when minseon gets added to mix because they can just see the other man unravel himself and put his heart on his sleeve for her.
there’s kristina, tall and imposing. she’s from canada and honestly knows no one on campus. she’s probably the only one who doesn’t know a thing about minseon except for the fact that she admires minseon’s taste in shoes.
then there’s luhan and no one even needs to ask him about minseon. while minseon is sort of everyone’s, luhan is special. they don’t have labels and they’re sure as hell not dating by the way minseon flits back and forth, a literal social butterfly but luhan and minseon are something different. to minseon, luhan’s a little bit different and she lets herself melt a little around him. anyone who looks at the way minseon looks at luhan can tell that she looks at him nothing like she looks at anyone else. luhan looks at minseon the exact same way when she’s not looking and everyone on campus are deadset that they’ll someday end up married.
minseon may not be stunning but she has the entire campus wrapped around her little pinkie and all it takes is a bunched-up-cheek smile and just like that, cupid’s got another victim.
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