Week two; Challenge one; Somehow we got here
Title: Somehow we got here
Pairing: Xiumin/Luhan, D.O/Kris
Rating: PG13
Genre: General
Length: 559w
Summary/Warnings: AU. Kyungsoo threatens Minseok out of his dorm for a night out.
A/N: Inspired by the song “The perfect night (to say goodbye)” by Olly Murs.
text Minseok is not a club kinda guy. He’d rather go to a pub and have a nice cold beer, talk in normal decibels and listen to good, relaxing music. He hates clubs, with their dubstep and sweaty bodies pressed next to each other in a confined space. No, a relaxed conversation sitting in a table like respectable people is much better.
“If you don’t come, I sweat to Tom Cruise I’ll dye all your clothes neon green,” Kyungsoo threatens while spread on Wufan’s bed. Minseok swears he’s trying to leave his scent on the bed since Wufan had told him earlier he loved how he smelled. Those two were disgusting.
“Fine! But only if you buy me drinks because I’m broke,” Minseok says. His parents had cut him off recently and now he was surviving on ramen noodles and water from the tap. He patted his high school self for getting good grades and obtaining a full scholarship because otherwise he’d be on the streets right now.
“I’ll buy you anything, just come with us, it’ll do you good to leave this bedroom. I sure know it’ll do me good.” Kyungsoo smirks and Minseok throws up in his mouth a little.
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The club is everything he expected: loud, packed and smelly. He has to dive into the sea of people to get to the bar and it is, unsurprisingly, full.
“Excuse me- Hey, can you- Sorry, I’m-“ Minseok huffs in irritation. He needs a drink. Now.
“Here, you can have my beer,” a voice says right next to him. Minseok looks up from his cellphone where he was checking the time for the hundredth time that night.
The guy is, wow, Minseok has met pretty people, he’s friends with pretty people, but this guy, wow. “Ah, really, y-you don’t have to, I can just wait.”
“I was supposed to give this to a friend, but he’s off dancing with some hot girl he just met, so I don’t think he needs it,” the guy says as he hands him the cool beer. Their fingers touch and the guy doesn’t seem to mind at all. “I haven’t opened it yet so you’re safe.”
Minseok smiles and the guy beams back. “Thank you, uhm…”
“Lu Han,” he introduces himself. Minseok swears a red flush goes up the guy’s neck, but he credits the weird lighting. This club is weird. This is weirdly interesting. Kyungsoo cannot know this.
“Lu Han,” he repeats, testing the name on his tongue. “I’m Minseok. Thank you, you saved my night.”
They laugh nervously and fall into timid silence after that, until a tall guy comes and takes Lu Han away. Lu Han waves goodbye with a shy smile and Minseok just stands there not doing anything. He mentally curses himself for being such a dumbass.
“Hey! I’ve been looking for you,” he barely notices Kyungsoo approaching, Wufan right behind with his hand on Kyungsoo’s shoulder.
“I’ve been trying to get a drink, but there are too many people,” Minseok tells him not really looking at Kyungsoo but at the mass of people a certain someone faded into.
“Minseok? Hey, earth calling Minseok,” Wufan waves his gigantic hand in front of his face until Minseok comes to his senses. “You have a beer in your hands, though.”
“Ah, yeah, I do,” he smiles. “I do.”
Pairing: Xiumin/Luhan, D.O/Kris
Rating: PG13
Genre: General
Length: 559w
Summary/Warnings: AU. Kyungsoo threatens Minseok out of his dorm for a night out.
A/N: Inspired by the song “The perfect night (to say goodbye)” by Olly Murs.
text Minseok is not a club kinda guy. He’d rather go to a pub and have a nice cold beer, talk in normal decibels and listen to good, relaxing music. He hates clubs, with their dubstep and sweaty bodies pressed next to each other in a confined space. No, a relaxed conversation sitting in a table like respectable people is much better.
“If you don’t come, I sweat to Tom Cruise I’ll dye all your clothes neon green,” Kyungsoo threatens while spread on Wufan’s bed. Minseok swears he’s trying to leave his scent on the bed since Wufan had told him earlier he loved how he smelled. Those two were disgusting.
“Fine! But only if you buy me drinks because I’m broke,” Minseok says. His parents had cut him off recently and now he was surviving on ramen noodles and water from the tap. He patted his high school self for getting good grades and obtaining a full scholarship because otherwise he’d be on the streets right now.
“I’ll buy you anything, just come with us, it’ll do you good to leave this bedroom. I sure know it’ll do me good.” Kyungsoo smirks and Minseok throws up in his mouth a little.
-
The club is everything he expected: loud, packed and smelly. He has to dive into the sea of people to get to the bar and it is, unsurprisingly, full.
“Excuse me- Hey, can you- Sorry, I’m-“ Minseok huffs in irritation. He needs a drink. Now.
“Here, you can have my beer,” a voice says right next to him. Minseok looks up from his cellphone where he was checking the time for the hundredth time that night.
The guy is, wow, Minseok has met pretty people, he’s friends with pretty people, but this guy, wow. “Ah, really, y-you don’t have to, I can just wait.”
“I was supposed to give this to a friend, but he’s off dancing with some hot girl he just met, so I don’t think he needs it,” the guy says as he hands him the cool beer. Their fingers touch and the guy doesn’t seem to mind at all. “I haven’t opened it yet so you’re safe.”
Minseok smiles and the guy beams back. “Thank you, uhm…”
“Lu Han,” he introduces himself. Minseok swears a red flush goes up the guy’s neck, but he credits the weird lighting. This club is weird. This is weirdly interesting. Kyungsoo cannot know this.
“Lu Han,” he repeats, testing the name on his tongue. “I’m Minseok. Thank you, you saved my night.”
They laugh nervously and fall into timid silence after that, until a tall guy comes and takes Lu Han away. Lu Han waves goodbye with a shy smile and Minseok just stands there not doing anything. He mentally curses himself for being such a dumbass.
“Hey! I’ve been looking for you,” he barely notices Kyungsoo approaching, Wufan right behind with his hand on Kyungsoo’s shoulder.
“I’ve been trying to get a drink, but there are too many people,” Minseok tells him not really looking at Kyungsoo but at the mass of people a certain someone faded into.
“Minseok? Hey, earth calling Minseok,” Wufan waves his gigantic hand in front of his face until Minseok comes to his senses. “You have a beer in your hands, though.”
“Ah, yeah, I do,” he smiles. “I do.”