Post #10

[seoulfulness]

Apologies for the late posting anons; mod was a bit drunk last night and didn't want to create a HTML mess in the post so here it is! Next post should run on time by KST.

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Tuberose 4/4

[anonymous]

Luhan counts in his head and stares at the attendance list, stopping at a blank row and shifting further down to spot a couple of identical ones. He looks up to a few empty seats scattered in between the tables and starts the lesson to dismiss any oncoming thought.

“I think I won’t come for class tomorrow,” a student tells him in the middle of a good bye. “My mother doesn’t allow me to go out anymore, the exams will start next week.”

An “ah” slips out past his mouth before Luhan can close it and he curls his fingers, smiles at the student. “Best of luck.”

On the train ride home he types into his phone, and deletes every single message before it is sent. Yixing doesn’t even spare him a glance when he tosses and turns in bed with phone still clutched in his hand, choosing to take out his guitar and plays it in the living room. Luhan buries his face in his pillow and jerks up near the brink of suffocation, when Yixing’s repeated lyrics have made its way around his head, into his ear and brain.

“Okay okay I get it already, you can sing another song!” he yells out, but the endless loop of tune to sometimes simplicity is the best, sometimes sincerity is the answer only gets louder. Luhan storms out of the room to blow on Yixing nape.

To: Jongin

Good luck on your examinations.

To: Jongin

I think I really like you too.

Luhan is chopping sausages for Yixing’s fried rice when his ringtone blares. He has luckily put the knife aside before looking at the caller id.

“Hello?”

“…”

“Jongin?”

“Thank you.”

It’s the first time they talk through the phone, Luhan faintly thinks. Jongin sounds a bit hoarse and far, and better than the possible imaginary conversations Luhan has gone through numerous times in his head.

“You’re welcome,” he murmurs and lets the silence hang. “I’d like it if you had told me first though, before disappearing like that.”

Jongin pauses on a response, and when it does come it’s softer than a whisper, but Luhan hears it still. “Would it be better if I did?”

“Yes. But it doesn’t really matter now, does it?”

From the other line Luhan hears Jongin exhales a laugh and smiles to the sound of it.

“Yeah.”

That he is going to leave the class in a few more minutes is the sentence Luhan has already prepared, but instead of the cleaning lady it’s Jongin standing by the door in his school uniform.

“You’re-”

“No longer a high school student.” Jongin cuts him short, casting his bag down to the carpet and striding towards Luhan.

“You still are, technically, since you haven’t had your graduation day yet.” Jongin answers to this by jutting out his lower lip in mock pout and shrugging it off.

“And still four years younger,” continues Luhan, but his arms are raised just slightly for Jongin to place his hands on his sides, and they close just as easily around Jongin’s back.

Jongin’s head falls on Luhan shoulder and he slowly tilts it to one side, taking a deep sniff on Luhan’s collar. “That’s never going to change.”

“That’s true.” Luhan presses his head to Jongin’s and grips a little tighter on his clothes.

One Sunday afternoon at a junction of two corridors one body collides with another and both fall to the floor in thuds. As they wince another person upon exiting a room calls out from behind.

“Kim Jongdae what are you doing.”

To which Jongdae ignores in favour of the stranger he crashed into, whose eyes just widened a tiny bit. “I’m sorry, are you okay?”

The stranger promptly shakes his head and even cracks a smile. “I’m fine, totally fine,” he chuckles, and Jongdae feels this must be the friendliest stranger he’s ever met.

“Thank you, really,” Stranger tells him while patting on his shoulder twice, smile still wide on his face. At this point Jongdae is rather confused, but nods anyway and watches in wonder as Stranger walks into another classroom. The Baby-faced Teacher’s, if he remembers correctly. Jongdae shrugs.

cries i'm so sorry first and foremost for the speed of snail i work on this fic with, and secondly the story that steers out of the prompt and the degrading quality sobs ;;

not op

[anonymous]

omfg i ship lukai more than life and i love seoulfulness and all the anons for constantly posting/filling lukai prompts
i loved this!!!!!!!!! there is no degrade in quality, just good good quality!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
what has degraded in quality however, is my brain, after reading lukai smut and student-teacher love omfg

Re: not op

[anonymous]

;A;
you are me, anon, i'm so grateful for seoulfullness and its supply of lukai sobs
and sobs again thank you, thank you, you're being much too nice here ;~;

op

[anonymous]

omg i saw this so late but omgggg this was so good ;u; thank you so much anon!!!