glasses hyung! (standalone)
xiuhan | PG | kid!AU kind of, featuring me who apparently look like skandar keynes and actually wear hipster glasses | 1,244 words
when a pretty boy calls me annyeonghaseyo hyung could you please help me getting my best friend’s bag from them somehow i immediately stuff out my half burnt cigarette and look where the little finger pointing at.
hm, i say, clapping my hands to get rid of the nicotine smell. i stand up from the wooden bench, and the pretty boy takes my left hand and puts a happy face.
huh.
there’s a chubby boy, sniffing quietly, and three other boys are currently mocking him; raising a doraemon bag in the air and singing some children song i can’t quite recall. the pretty boy tightens his grip on mine before he yells cheerily,
“’alo minseokkie!” then a milisecond later he frowns, “omo why are you crying!?” and the three boys instantly gasp, staring at me wide eyed, while the chubby boy runs to my companion’s side and hugs him.
“uh,” i accidentally let out.
the pretty boy once again takes control after he consoles his best friend, “hyung, we can’t go to lotte world yet,” he tip toes so i bend down, “minseok needs his bag, but hyung, look, they’re stealing it!”
what a clever kid.
“annyeong,” i grin sheepishly to the three little rascals, “ng, give back min-minsuk’s bag or i will tell your parents on monday?” today is saturday, i was just taking a walk around my new neighborhood when i found a park and decided to have a smoking break.
the pretty boy lets go of our entwined hands and bravely moves forward to take the probably minsuk’s treasure, smiling sweetly like an angel but suddenly he trips on his own feet and in the process of falling to his knees he grabs the biggest boy’s red shorts and.
i shouldn’t be laughing at other’s misery, but what the hell, okay? it is too brilliant! and what’s more awesome is, how the pretty boy sincerely apologizes; he even looks panicked but of course there’s a hint of smirk that i will never miss from his bow shaped lips.
the unfortunate boy wails and runs, followed by his two sidekicks, and then i glance at the chubby boy-minsuk, right?-whose tears are drying on his white, bouncy, and just freaking adorable cheeks. i kneel down in front of him, and his shy smile injects instant ecstasy into my veins.
i smile and ruffle his hair. i might hear the pretty boy’s cry of protest when the chubby boy pecks me on the lips.
“min min!” the pretty boy stretches minsuk’s cheeks so wide i’m afraid minsuk will cry again.
“but lulu said min should kiss the person he likes!” minsuk pouts, huffing his bloated cheeks and crossing his arms.
“what! so you like this hyung?!” oy oy why do i feel scandalized? the way pretty boy said ‘this’ hurts. kind of.
“yes min likes glasses hyung!” minsuk lurches to kiss me again. i’m so taken aback i fall to my butt, holding onto minsuk’s warm body by instinct.
the pretty boy yanks minsuk by his hair, and minsuk bites my bottom lip.
“yah,” i manage my most charismatic voice because shit is getting serious; the pretty boy is crying.
“yah,” i repeat, softer this time, and let minsuk wraps his fat arms around my shoulder, let minsuk steps on my freshly laundered jeans as i reach out to hold the pretty boy’s bony wrist.
“why are you crying...” the pretty boy mouths his name, “lu han-ah? minsuk-”
“MINSEOK!” lu han yells right to my face, he smells like milk and cookies.
“-minseok can kiss whoever he likes, okay? you said so yourself. you can’t pull minseok’s hair like that, you’re hurting him.”
minseok whines, looking at anywhere but lu han.
if it’s any other kid i might think there should be a law to ban kids from crying open mouthed like lu han does right now, but. huh. lu han is still the prettiest kid i’ve ever seen in my nineteen years of loneliness.
i contemplate to ask my umma to get me a little brother. but what if i’ve taken all the good genes from my parents and leave my pretty much nonexistent little brother the secondhand genes? damn, lu han, thanks to you i have a too high standard for a sibling now.
“what?” lu han was saying something unintelligible. with my free hand that is not savoring minseok’s round butt i wipe the tears off of lu han’s face.
he sobs, “i-i-i like min min, h-hyung, i like him so much could you please give him back to me?”
i’m a thug alpha male, so i don’t do ‘awww’.
but yes, i don’t have enough self restraint to stop my chin from quivering.
“of course!” i hope no one hears my squeaking nor misunderstands my bear hug to both boys as an act of pedo-ism. “hyung will never interfere such young love!” i hop to squat and arrange minseok and lu han to face each other, they’re tilting their heads cutely, probably puzzled by my ‘big’ word.
“i meant,” holy shit i’m excited, “minseokkie, hyung likes you, but lu han here,” i pat lu han’s slumped back with unneccesary power that lu han stumbles and minseok holds him. eh. good. “i’m sorry, lu han here, minseokkie, he likes you sooooooooooooooo much much much more he will always, uh, he will always treat you, uh, steamed bun!” i’m sorry i’m uncreative, but that’s the best thing i can come up looking at minseok’s cheeks.
“really?” thanks god minseok’s eyes are gleaming.
lu han squares his narrow shoulders and kisses minseok on the lips. i tell myself that i’m not peeping a very sweet moment between the two lovesick puppies.
minseok giggles and hugs lu han, and i get to my feet, dusting off my jeans. lu han kisses minseok once more before he rummages through the doraemon bag. is this the end? what do i do now? you know i don’t want to leave yet. but i don’t want to get too attached.
“glasses hyung,” lu han says, “kamsahamnida.” he’s holding a bag of melon flavored marshmallow, and when i take it he bows deeply at me.
minseok gives me his doraemon hand towel and i swear i’m either wanting to make babies on my own or busy melting while planning to kidnap hanmin (yes, i just made up their couple name and i’m proud of my brain).
too overwhelmed by everything, i bear hug them again and inhaling their distinctive milk, powder, cookies, lotion, and fabric concentrate scent before i sprint out of the park; never looking back.
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except that two weeks later, as i sleepily trudge inside the minimarket near my new apartment i hear footsteps. and then my legs are brutally attacked that i’m stood rooted in the middle of instant noodle aisle while the energetic chorus, “GLASSES HYUNG!!!” is waking me up.
that’s it. i toss them to my shoulders like two potato sacks and i regret nothing as i lock them in my room and feed them snickers and take their pictures and nap with them as my personal heater and play uno until minseok whines that he’s hungry and i take them to the mc donald’s and safely walk them back home.
(we make a promise to always play together on saturday, at the park, and minseok kisses my nose while lu han punches my chest as a goodbye).
when a pretty boy calls me annyeonghaseyo hyung could you please help me getting my best friend’s bag from them somehow i immediately stuff out my half burnt cigarette and look where the little finger pointing at.
hm, i say, clapping my hands to get rid of the nicotine smell. i stand up from the wooden bench, and the pretty boy takes my left hand and puts a happy face.
huh.
there’s a chubby boy, sniffing quietly, and three other boys are currently mocking him; raising a doraemon bag in the air and singing some children song i can’t quite recall. the pretty boy tightens his grip on mine before he yells cheerily,
“’alo minseokkie!” then a milisecond later he frowns, “omo why are you crying!?” and the three boys instantly gasp, staring at me wide eyed, while the chubby boy runs to my companion’s side and hugs him.
“uh,” i accidentally let out.
the pretty boy once again takes control after he consoles his best friend, “hyung, we can’t go to lotte world yet,” he tip toes so i bend down, “minseok needs his bag, but hyung, look, they’re stealing it!”
what a clever kid.
“annyeong,” i grin sheepishly to the three little rascals, “ng, give back min-minsuk’s bag or i will tell your parents on monday?” today is saturday, i was just taking a walk around my new neighborhood when i found a park and decided to have a smoking break.
the pretty boy lets go of our entwined hands and bravely moves forward to take the probably minsuk’s treasure, smiling sweetly like an angel but suddenly he trips on his own feet and in the process of falling to his knees he grabs the biggest boy’s red shorts and.
i shouldn’t be laughing at other’s misery, but what the hell, okay? it is too brilliant! and what’s more awesome is, how the pretty boy sincerely apologizes; he even looks panicked but of course there’s a hint of smirk that i will never miss from his bow shaped lips.
the unfortunate boy wails and runs, followed by his two sidekicks, and then i glance at the chubby boy-minsuk, right?-whose tears are drying on his white, bouncy, and just freaking adorable cheeks. i kneel down in front of him, and his shy smile injects instant ecstasy into my veins.
i smile and ruffle his hair. i might hear the pretty boy’s cry of protest when the chubby boy pecks me on the lips.
“min min!” the pretty boy stretches minsuk’s cheeks so wide i’m afraid minsuk will cry again.
“but lulu said min should kiss the person he likes!” minsuk pouts, huffing his bloated cheeks and crossing his arms.
“what! so you like this hyung?!” oy oy why do i feel scandalized? the way pretty boy said ‘this’ hurts. kind of.
“yes min likes glasses hyung!” minsuk lurches to kiss me again. i’m so taken aback i fall to my butt, holding onto minsuk’s warm body by instinct.
the pretty boy yanks minsuk by his hair, and minsuk bites my bottom lip.
“yah,” i manage my most charismatic voice because shit is getting serious; the pretty boy is crying.
“yah,” i repeat, softer this time, and let minsuk wraps his fat arms around my shoulder, let minsuk steps on my freshly laundered jeans as i reach out to hold the pretty boy’s bony wrist.
“why are you crying...” the pretty boy mouths his name, “lu han-ah? minsuk-”
“MINSEOK!” lu han yells right to my face, he smells like milk and cookies.
“-minseok can kiss whoever he likes, okay? you said so yourself. you can’t pull minseok’s hair like that, you’re hurting him.”
minseok whines, looking at anywhere but lu han.
if it’s any other kid i might think there should be a law to ban kids from crying open mouthed like lu han does right now, but. huh. lu han is still the prettiest kid i’ve ever seen in my nineteen years of loneliness.
i contemplate to ask my umma to get me a little brother. but what if i’ve taken all the good genes from my parents and leave my pretty much nonexistent little brother the secondhand genes? damn, lu han, thanks to you i have a too high standard for a sibling now.
“what?” lu han was saying something unintelligible. with my free hand that is not savoring minseok’s round butt i wipe the tears off of lu han’s face.
he sobs, “i-i-i like min min, h-hyung, i like him so much could you please give him back to me?”
i’m a thug alpha male, so i don’t do ‘awww’.
but yes, i don’t have enough self restraint to stop my chin from quivering.
“of course!” i hope no one hears my squeaking nor misunderstands my bear hug to both boys as an act of pedo-ism. “hyung will never interfere such young love!” i hop to squat and arrange minseok and lu han to face each other, they’re tilting their heads cutely, probably puzzled by my ‘big’ word.
“i meant,” holy shit i’m excited, “minseokkie, hyung likes you, but lu han here,” i pat lu han’s slumped back with unneccesary power that lu han stumbles and minseok holds him. eh. good. “i’m sorry, lu han here, minseokkie, he likes you sooooooooooooooo much much much more he will always, uh, he will always treat you, uh, steamed bun!” i’m sorry i’m uncreative, but that’s the best thing i can come up looking at minseok’s cheeks.
“really?” thanks god minseok’s eyes are gleaming.
lu han squares his narrow shoulders and kisses minseok on the lips. i tell myself that i’m not peeping a very sweet moment between the two lovesick puppies.
minseok giggles and hugs lu han, and i get to my feet, dusting off my jeans. lu han kisses minseok once more before he rummages through the doraemon bag. is this the end? what do i do now? you know i don’t want to leave yet. but i don’t want to get too attached.
“glasses hyung,” lu han says, “kamsahamnida.” he’s holding a bag of melon flavored marshmallow, and when i take it he bows deeply at me.
minseok gives me his doraemon hand towel and i swear i’m either wanting to make babies on my own or busy melting while planning to kidnap hanmin (yes, i just made up their couple name and i’m proud of my brain).
too overwhelmed by everything, i bear hug them again and inhaling their distinctive milk, powder, cookies, lotion, and fabric concentrate scent before i sprint out of the park; never looking back.
▲ ▼
except that two weeks later, as i sleepily trudge inside the minimarket near my new apartment i hear footsteps. and then my legs are brutally attacked that i’m stood rooted in the middle of instant noodle aisle while the energetic chorus, “GLASSES HYUNG!!!” is waking me up.
that’s it. i toss them to my shoulders like two potato sacks and i regret nothing as i lock them in my room and feed them snickers and take their pictures and nap with them as my personal heater and play uno until minseok whines that he’s hungry and i take them to the mc donald’s and safely walk them back home.
(we make a promise to always play together on saturday, at the park, and minseok kisses my nose while lu han punches my chest as a goodbye).