Lutao drabble~
Pairing: Lutao
Rating: G
Length: 315 words
There are only five other members, and yet Lu Han keeps losing count in the airplane, distracted by the shouts of fans beside them in first class getting their own suitcases and leaving the plane, or sticking around and yelling at them until their manager starts herding them out.
He keeps stopping at four, so Zitao has to grab him by the waist to get his attention. Lu Han makes a small gasp of surprise, but he's relieved to find his fifth member. His lips barely move, barely form a word or a sound, and yet Zitao knows there are a dozen questions in that subtle quiver, all worried and concerned. All questions on why he had barely eaten or distracted himself with movies or magazines for the twelve-hour flight. Why he had stayed still in his seat, staring into space instead of sleeping. He answers them with the strength of his grip around his waist, and watches Lu Han settle down a bit. He'd love to say he's alright, he's over it, there's nothing to worry about. But it was a call for help, and if Lu Han is worried then maybe he's actually obliged to lean on him. He wraps his other arm around him and lets Lu Han manoeuver them out of the way of the other passengers. With a sigh he drops his head onto his shoulder. Lu Han barely chuckles. Zitao holds onto him until his guard drops, until he stops being so alert, and instead leans into the hug, until he lets a bit of his tension seep out of his system. He hears suitcases rolling and feet moving past them. They're another noise in another background. They're the faceless decor to Lu Han's human touch. They're transitions that Zitao can't quite handle without the gentle smile that Lu Han gives him when they let go of each other.
Rating: G
Length: 315 words
There are only five other members, and yet Lu Han keeps losing count in the airplane, distracted by the shouts of fans beside them in first class getting their own suitcases and leaving the plane, or sticking around and yelling at them until their manager starts herding them out.
He keeps stopping at four, so Zitao has to grab him by the waist to get his attention. Lu Han makes a small gasp of surprise, but he's relieved to find his fifth member. His lips barely move, barely form a word or a sound, and yet Zitao knows there are a dozen questions in that subtle quiver, all worried and concerned. All questions on why he had barely eaten or distracted himself with movies or magazines for the twelve-hour flight. Why he had stayed still in his seat, staring into space instead of sleeping. He answers them with the strength of his grip around his waist, and watches Lu Han settle down a bit. He'd love to say he's alright, he's over it, there's nothing to worry about. But it was a call for help, and if Lu Han is worried then maybe he's actually obliged to lean on him. He wraps his other arm around him and lets Lu Han manoeuver them out of the way of the other passengers. With a sigh he drops his head onto his shoulder. Lu Han barely chuckles. Zitao holds onto him until his guard drops, until he stops being so alert, and instead leans into the hug, until he lets a bit of his tension seep out of his system. He hears suitcases rolling and feet moving past them. They're another noise in another background. They're the faceless decor to Lu Han's human touch. They're transitions that Zitao can't quite handle without the gentle smile that Lu Han gives him when they let go of each other.