post #16
Fics( #15).
Always EXO, Kris/Lay, Xiumin/Luhan, Tao/Chen
give a little, get a lot infinite, hoya/sunggyu
shush 4minute/f(x), hyuna-centric, hyuna/amber [warning: self-injury]
birthday girl f(x), amber/krystal
raise infinite, woohyun/sunggyu
some like it hot exo, kai/chanyeol [warning: harm]
untitled exo, chanyeol/d.o.
seeking a friend at the end ( Read more... )
Always EXO, Kris/Lay, Xiumin/Luhan, Tao/Chen
give a little, get a lot infinite, hoya/sunggyu
shush 4minute/f(x), hyuna-centric, hyuna/amber [warning: self-injury]
birthday girl f(x), amber/krystal
raise infinite, woohyun/sunggyu
some like it hot exo, kai/chanyeol [warning: harm]
untitled exo, chanyeol/d.o.
seeking a friend at the end ( Read more... )
lu han jumps in his seat, startled. he swivels toward the voice, finding a man about his own size and stature standing next to him. the stranger has multiple scarves wrapped around his neck and a cap pulled low over his brows. his face is cast in shadows.
lu han scoots further into his booth. the man looks glaringly suspicious in the quaint cafe and lu han has had his fair share of creepy men trying to come unto him.
"uh, hello."
the man smiles, head still dipped to conceal his face. he reaches forward to tap lu han's book lightly. "ooh, poetry. hemingway? he's my favorite western writer. do you like him too?"
lu han crinkles his nose. something about the stanger seems familiar. he decides that the man seems nice, probably only seeking him out for company. and besides, he can never resist talking about beautiful writing. "yeah, he's also my favorite!" lu han bites on his lip in an attempt to stifle the english nerd in him. "his writing is so simple but so...so powerful. i've read all of his most popular works and i'm planning on finishing up his poetry and i want to-"
he pauses mid-sentence when the stranger lets out an amused chuckle. lu han stiffens on impulse. he's always felt a little insecure in school because some of the other boys like to mock his tendency to prefer books over sports games and the like.
the man quickly backtracks, resting his hand for a second on lu han's in reassurance, "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to laugh. i just find you really amusing and interesting. it's been a while since i've come across a guy my age who actually reads hemingway for fun."
the smile in the stranger's voice is obvious. lu han finds himself relaxing back into his seat again. he returns the smile and warmly welcomes the man to sit down at his booth. for the time being, lu han lowers his head and returns to his reading. when he looks back up a few moments later, reading to share a few beautiful lines with his companion, he nearly chokes on his own breath.
the man's cap lies on the table and his scarves are loosened, revealing styled brown hair, misty eyes and a faint smile.
"wh- what," lu han stumbles out dumbly.
it's zhang fucking yixing. zhang yixing is in the same booth as him. looking at him. smiling at him. dimples and all.
"ah, you know who i am?" yixing laughs, eyes crinkling.
lu han stays frozen. this can't be happening. he must have done something very, very right in his past life or-
"don't tell me you're my anti?" yixing asks good-naturedly after seconds of lu han's stunned silence. lu han jumps up almost comically and shakes his head vehemently. he gapes for a moment more, drawing more chuckles from yixing.
"no, oh my god, no no, i'm your biggest fan. i swear to god. i was at your concert today and i have all of your limited edition merch," lu han draws in a breath, head still spinning, "and i have all of your albums. even your mini-albums and your gold-edition first album. and- and i have a cardboard cutout of you. oh my god, no, that's creepy, i'm so sorr-"
lu han quickly cuts himself off before he can further embarrass himself in front of the idol he's practically devoted his past three years of pathetic teenage existence too. he glares at the poetry swimming across the pages before him and blushes heavily.
he's mortified.
then, he feels warmth surrounding his trembling hands. he risks a peek up and is met with yixing's small smile once again. he quickly averts his eyes, only to see YIXING'S PERFECT HANDS HOLDING HIS.
"you're so adorable," yixing chirps.
lu han gapes at him.
what.
"what's your name?"
asdlfkjsdlfksdjf?!??? lu han doesn't think his ears are working right. did zhang yixing, pop singer extraordinaire, idol of millions of chinese teenagers, just ask him for his name?
"lu-lu han," he manages to stammer.
"lu han, it's nice to meet you," yixing gets up to give a small bow, "i'm zhang yixing and it's nice to meet you."
lu han reciprocates the greeting and flashes a smile that leaves yixing cooing dramatically over how cute he is again.
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