another draft
Title: another untitled one
Pairing: Xiu Min/Lu Han/Lay OT3 (XiuHan so far, ChanLay soon to follow)
Authors: gokulex59 and 21walker
Rating: PG-13 so far, rating open go up high later
Genre: Romance, mostly
Length: 1,842w so far
Summary (campus punks!AU, basically) There are a lot of ways to get Minseok or Lu Han angry. There are a good amount of ways to get Minseok and Lu Han angry. However, only few are as effective as trying to take their Yixing away from them.
Warnings: Cussing. High probability that half of these will get replaced in the final work.
The creaking of bed springs comes just before the irritating sound of a curtain opening, and finalises with the sudden entrance of the most bothersome of them all - early morning sunlight. The weight of something way too heavy to be comfortable lands on his body, forcing a groan out of his throat and an effort to open his eyes.
His vision is somewhat blurry, but after a short blinking session he can distinguish wrinkled eyes and currently very, very annoying lips stretching into a shit eating grin.
“Morning, sunshine.”
Voice hoarse, Minseok lazily tries to slap the guy away. He doesn’t miss, but the action lacks the conviction. “You look like a horse.” Rolling over, he buries his head into the pillow. “Go away.”
“Did you just try to insult me?” Lu Han’s voice above him is incredulous. “And while I value this early-morning-bro-bonding time, you seriously need to get your ass out of that mattress if you don’t want to be late.”
There is an incoherent sound coming from the pillows. Could be a minimized polar bear, could be a 1975 model engine stuck in, or more likely could be Minseok’s most advanced effort at asking what time is it.
“No rush or anything but you should probably get a, I don’t know, time machine and set it to five minutes ago so maybe, just maybe you can make it to your software engineering class.”
Supporting himself on one arm, Minseok draws himself up; running the other on his already messy hair, dried hair gel making the bangs fall on his forehead in pointy spikes. “My coffee, Han.” With a smaller groan, he repeats; “I can’t, not without-”
Shit.
“What time was it you said again?”
He sounds much more awake right now.
“Nine to nine. A good time to pronounce, not a good time for you to-”
“Shit!” The exclamation is out loud this time as Minseok pushes Lu Han aside a bit too forcefully, burying the guy’s face into his comforter before diving into his closed and pulling out black jeans. “Is this Tuesday- Comp 302- Fuck.” Words seem to leave his throat randomly in the messiest way of cursing. He doesn’t clasp his belt properly before grabbing a black button up shirt from the rack, tugging it over his head after unclasping few of the buttons instead of bothering with the whole line.
“Is it the best time to be stylish right now?” Lu Han calls out, already out of sheets and quilt and waving a skull patterned black tie toward him. He knows Minseok won’t go out without an accessory on that shirt, he never does; Minseok never looked good in a plain, tidy outfit.
Instead of uttering a response out loud, Minseok just takes the tie and flings it around his neck. He stuffs it under his collar, and as usual, doesn’t tighten it. After a quick glance at the mirror he decides his hair is good kind of messy and he really doesn’t have time to comb it anyway; he picks up his FC Barcelona emblemed wallet and bolts for the door, the chains in his belt clinking together with his agitated steps.
He is, however, stopped by a hand on his wristbands. “Coffee?” The voice comes from an angel, a complete contrast to the hellion who woke him brutally (yes, morning light is brutal, especially the way it was administered this particular morning), and the blessed being holds the liquefied blessings of heaven in his hands.
“Yixing, you are the best fucking thing that has ever happened to me in this shit called my life,” he lets out, before pulling his boots up his ankles, grabbing the cup and run out of the door.
Lu Han’s whiny “What about me?” is the last thing he hears before scurrying down the stairs and full out sprinting towards the engineering faculty, praying that maybe, if the gods were on his side, the professor had accidentally ran through a time rip which sent him to a good fifteen minutes later than wherever he is right now.
Then again, Minseok listens to too much Slayer for any god out there to actually listen to a prayer from him.
(...)
The gods from all cultures appear to have decided upon making this Minseok’s hardest Tuesday of the year.
“But I was so booooored.” Minseok tried to ignore Lu Han’s whining by focusing on dusting the cocktail glasses for the second time, but it was becoming more and more difficult with each passing second. “I finished all the homework and I am out of books to read and I didn’t feel like watching a movie and I had to temporarily return my lab keys-”
His rambling becomes a muffled mess as Minseok pushes his face away from where it’s dirtying the bar counter. “Get your face off of the surface you Chinese nugget. I am trying to keep this clean, as you are aware.”
“Horse in the morning and nugget in the evening? Although a bit worried about the conversion in the question, I am impressed with how clever your insults are getting.”
“Give the poor guy a break, Lu Han.” There is a new voice ringing in the room and Minseok is already contemplating to shove the glass in this hand down his throat so it could hopefully block his windpipe to spare him from this cursed life. “You gotta admit, one should achieve a certain level of creativity to find such interesting insults and deliver them with such panache.”
Minseok resists the urge to throw the cloth in his hand towards the entrance door’s direction, well knowing it will feel heavy enough with speed and not miss with the strength he has but also considering he will not burden himself with getting out of the counter to take it back, and Lu Han is way too much of a dick to help him with it. So instead, he slightly narrows his eyes, the already scary enough effect his double eyelids has getting even smokier with the action. “Your program doesn’t start until 10.” Right after his shift ends. He is sure, it is the only thing that makes a Tuesday great even with it being the only day he has to wake up so early.
“But I missed you,” Jongdae Kim, whom Minseok is pretty sure is in fact his personal demon from hell who couldn’t wait for his death to torture him, pouts as he supports himself on the counter. Minseok frowns at the counter, rethinking his life choices and wondering where did he go wrong. “Also, gotta take my paycheck from the old man. Mother promised me she’ll return me double the money next week if I help my older brother finish paying, you know, for the classes he had to take last summer.”
“Does the registrar still accept payments?” Lu Han asks, his tone hinting a slight incredulity.
Jongdae shrugs. “Apparently, somehow. Can’t say I care.” Raising his head towards Minseok, a grin appears on his face. “Glad I caught you thought. It’s so boring at nights without you.”
Minseok opts for a middle finger.
“Oh, and what was I going to tell you…” Bending his lips up into a fake thoughtful expression, Jongdae taps on his index finger on the corner of his mouth, before cheering up as if a light bulb lighted up above his head. “Right! Junhee has to take a break from the band for the next week to go home, something about family problems. A classmate of mine is gonna fill in for her. We’re kind of tight with him, and he’s good with guitar.” Jongdae gives another shrug.
“And I should give an actual fuck because…” Minseok deadpans.
“Just some head-shots beforehand since apparently he may pop in one of these days to find where the place is. I’d walk him but our schedules kind of clash this week, and the most metal outfit he has is a black Bart Simpson t-shirt so don’t kick him out.”
Minseok squints his eyes, turning his back towards them so he can rearrange the glasses and ignore Jongdae.
Lu Han snorts. “As if it never happened before.”
“Well, it’s never a good night without Minseok throwing some dude out the window,” Jongdae grins. “Though I really gotta find the old man real quick. Catch you later.” With a pat on Lu Han’s shoulder, Jongdae disappears behind a door that says ‘employees only’, which leads to a staircase toward the upstairs.
“Come on bud, it could be worse.” Lu Han leans his elbows on the surface and supports his chin with both his palms. It makes him look minimum ten years younger. “You could have get stuck with the older brother instead. At least Jongdae has an IQ level we can talk about.”
Minseok shoots him a glare, before sighing. “I need Yixing.”
“So do I,” Lu Han moans. His eyes move across the wall to find the clock. “It’s already ten to seven. You think he’s out of dance practicum yet?”
His friend makes a face.
“Neither do I.” This time, it’s a whine. “Why can’t practicums only take as much time as classes if they are going to affect his grades like one?”
Minseok flicks the cloth on Lu Han’s head, causing younger to yelp. “If you’re so bored, go get some pasta from the market and prepare it for dinner. Yixing’s going to be hungry when he gets home, you know.”
“Right!” Lu Han beams, quick on his feet to get up. “Any sauce preferences?”
Minseok shrugs.
“I’ll look up something. Also, I’ll call Yixing on my way to market to come here and take you first if he’s going to be late… And I need to get you this month’s issue of LEVEL, correct?”
He gets a smirk as a reaction. “You’re starting to learn.”
“Oh, you know I learn fast alright.” He leans over the counter to plant a kiss on the corner of Minseok’s lips. “Fast enough that I bet I can top all your high scores by the time you make it back home.”
Only response he gets is an eyebrow raised in challenge.
“You’ll see.” Dramatically pointing a finger at his friend, he continues. “You’ll see, Minseok Kim, by the time the clock hits 10:12 PM and you open the front door, only thing your eyes can see in the dark is the computer’s bright screen with the letters LU HAN sitting on the first rank. Your eyes will tear up, your knees will feel weak, and like a mantra, my voice will swirl around inside your head - I was right, and I-”
“Just don’t forget the dinner, weedface.”
“Weed… face..?” Lu Han looks baffled a second, just before fading the act into a deadpan in the next. “Wow, this is a brand new level of English language. I am truly amazed at the harmony between the syllables and the invisible strength they hold to make a grown man cry.”
“Get out.”
“Rude.”
(…)
Pairing: Xiu Min/Lu Han/Lay OT3 (XiuHan so far, ChanLay soon to follow)
Authors: gokulex59 and 21walker
Rating: PG-13 so far, rating open go up high later
Genre: Romance, mostly
Length: 1,842w so far
Summary (campus punks!AU, basically) There are a lot of ways to get Minseok or Lu Han angry. There are a good amount of ways to get Minseok and Lu Han angry. However, only few are as effective as trying to take their Yixing away from them.
Warnings: Cussing. High probability that half of these will get replaced in the final work.
The creaking of bed springs comes just before the irritating sound of a curtain opening, and finalises with the sudden entrance of the most bothersome of them all - early morning sunlight. The weight of something way too heavy to be comfortable lands on his body, forcing a groan out of his throat and an effort to open his eyes.
His vision is somewhat blurry, but after a short blinking session he can distinguish wrinkled eyes and currently very, very annoying lips stretching into a shit eating grin.
“Morning, sunshine.”
Voice hoarse, Minseok lazily tries to slap the guy away. He doesn’t miss, but the action lacks the conviction. “You look like a horse.” Rolling over, he buries his head into the pillow. “Go away.”
“Did you just try to insult me?” Lu Han’s voice above him is incredulous. “And while I value this early-morning-bro-bonding time, you seriously need to get your ass out of that mattress if you don’t want to be late.”
There is an incoherent sound coming from the pillows. Could be a minimized polar bear, could be a 1975 model engine stuck in, or more likely could be Minseok’s most advanced effort at asking what time is it.
“No rush or anything but you should probably get a, I don’t know, time machine and set it to five minutes ago so maybe, just maybe you can make it to your software engineering class.”
Supporting himself on one arm, Minseok draws himself up; running the other on his already messy hair, dried hair gel making the bangs fall on his forehead in pointy spikes. “My coffee, Han.” With a smaller groan, he repeats; “I can’t, not without-”
Shit.
“What time was it you said again?”
He sounds much more awake right now.
“Nine to nine. A good time to pronounce, not a good time for you to-”
“Shit!” The exclamation is out loud this time as Minseok pushes Lu Han aside a bit too forcefully, burying the guy’s face into his comforter before diving into his closed and pulling out black jeans. “Is this Tuesday- Comp 302- Fuck.” Words seem to leave his throat randomly in the messiest way of cursing. He doesn’t clasp his belt properly before grabbing a black button up shirt from the rack, tugging it over his head after unclasping few of the buttons instead of bothering with the whole line.
“Is it the best time to be stylish right now?” Lu Han calls out, already out of sheets and quilt and waving a skull patterned black tie toward him. He knows Minseok won’t go out without an accessory on that shirt, he never does; Minseok never looked good in a plain, tidy outfit.
Instead of uttering a response out loud, Minseok just takes the tie and flings it around his neck. He stuffs it under his collar, and as usual, doesn’t tighten it. After a quick glance at the mirror he decides his hair is good kind of messy and he really doesn’t have time to comb it anyway; he picks up his FC Barcelona emblemed wallet and bolts for the door, the chains in his belt clinking together with his agitated steps.
He is, however, stopped by a hand on his wristbands. “Coffee?” The voice comes from an angel, a complete contrast to the hellion who woke him brutally (yes, morning light is brutal, especially the way it was administered this particular morning), and the blessed being holds the liquefied blessings of heaven in his hands.
“Yixing, you are the best fucking thing that has ever happened to me in this shit called my life,” he lets out, before pulling his boots up his ankles, grabbing the cup and run out of the door.
Lu Han’s whiny “What about me?” is the last thing he hears before scurrying down the stairs and full out sprinting towards the engineering faculty, praying that maybe, if the gods were on his side, the professor had accidentally ran through a time rip which sent him to a good fifteen minutes later than wherever he is right now.
Then again, Minseok listens to too much Slayer for any god out there to actually listen to a prayer from him.
(...)
The gods from all cultures appear to have decided upon making this Minseok’s hardest Tuesday of the year.
“But I was so booooored.” Minseok tried to ignore Lu Han’s whining by focusing on dusting the cocktail glasses for the second time, but it was becoming more and more difficult with each passing second. “I finished all the homework and I am out of books to read and I didn’t feel like watching a movie and I had to temporarily return my lab keys-”
His rambling becomes a muffled mess as Minseok pushes his face away from where it’s dirtying the bar counter. “Get your face off of the surface you Chinese nugget. I am trying to keep this clean, as you are aware.”
“Horse in the morning and nugget in the evening? Although a bit worried about the conversion in the question, I am impressed with how clever your insults are getting.”
“Give the poor guy a break, Lu Han.” There is a new voice ringing in the room and Minseok is already contemplating to shove the glass in this hand down his throat so it could hopefully block his windpipe to spare him from this cursed life. “You gotta admit, one should achieve a certain level of creativity to find such interesting insults and deliver them with such panache.”
Minseok resists the urge to throw the cloth in his hand towards the entrance door’s direction, well knowing it will feel heavy enough with speed and not miss with the strength he has but also considering he will not burden himself with getting out of the counter to take it back, and Lu Han is way too much of a dick to help him with it. So instead, he slightly narrows his eyes, the already scary enough effect his double eyelids has getting even smokier with the action. “Your program doesn’t start until 10.” Right after his shift ends. He is sure, it is the only thing that makes a Tuesday great even with it being the only day he has to wake up so early.
“But I missed you,” Jongdae Kim, whom Minseok is pretty sure is in fact his personal demon from hell who couldn’t wait for his death to torture him, pouts as he supports himself on the counter. Minseok frowns at the counter, rethinking his life choices and wondering where did he go wrong. “Also, gotta take my paycheck from the old man. Mother promised me she’ll return me double the money next week if I help my older brother finish paying, you know, for the classes he had to take last summer.”
“Does the registrar still accept payments?” Lu Han asks, his tone hinting a slight incredulity.
Jongdae shrugs. “Apparently, somehow. Can’t say I care.” Raising his head towards Minseok, a grin appears on his face. “Glad I caught you thought. It’s so boring at nights without you.”
Minseok opts for a middle finger.
“Oh, and what was I going to tell you…” Bending his lips up into a fake thoughtful expression, Jongdae taps on his index finger on the corner of his mouth, before cheering up as if a light bulb lighted up above his head. “Right! Junhee has to take a break from the band for the next week to go home, something about family problems. A classmate of mine is gonna fill in for her. We’re kind of tight with him, and he’s good with guitar.” Jongdae gives another shrug.
“And I should give an actual fuck because…” Minseok deadpans.
“Just some head-shots beforehand since apparently he may pop in one of these days to find where the place is. I’d walk him but our schedules kind of clash this week, and the most metal outfit he has is a black Bart Simpson t-shirt so don’t kick him out.”
Minseok squints his eyes, turning his back towards them so he can rearrange the glasses and ignore Jongdae.
Lu Han snorts. “As if it never happened before.”
“Well, it’s never a good night without Minseok throwing some dude out the window,” Jongdae grins. “Though I really gotta find the old man real quick. Catch you later.” With a pat on Lu Han’s shoulder, Jongdae disappears behind a door that says ‘employees only’, which leads to a staircase toward the upstairs.
“Come on bud, it could be worse.” Lu Han leans his elbows on the surface and supports his chin with both his palms. It makes him look minimum ten years younger. “You could have get stuck with the older brother instead. At least Jongdae has an IQ level we can talk about.”
Minseok shoots him a glare, before sighing. “I need Yixing.”
“So do I,” Lu Han moans. His eyes move across the wall to find the clock. “It’s already ten to seven. You think he’s out of dance practicum yet?”
His friend makes a face.
“Neither do I.” This time, it’s a whine. “Why can’t practicums only take as much time as classes if they are going to affect his grades like one?”
Minseok flicks the cloth on Lu Han’s head, causing younger to yelp. “If you’re so bored, go get some pasta from the market and prepare it for dinner. Yixing’s going to be hungry when he gets home, you know.”
“Right!” Lu Han beams, quick on his feet to get up. “Any sauce preferences?”
Minseok shrugs.
“I’ll look up something. Also, I’ll call Yixing on my way to market to come here and take you first if he’s going to be late… And I need to get you this month’s issue of LEVEL, correct?”
He gets a smirk as a reaction. “You’re starting to learn.”
“Oh, you know I learn fast alright.” He leans over the counter to plant a kiss on the corner of Minseok’s lips. “Fast enough that I bet I can top all your high scores by the time you make it back home.”
Only response he gets is an eyebrow raised in challenge.
“You’ll see.” Dramatically pointing a finger at his friend, he continues. “You’ll see, Minseok Kim, by the time the clock hits 10:12 PM and you open the front door, only thing your eyes can see in the dark is the computer’s bright screen with the letters LU HAN sitting on the first rank. Your eyes will tear up, your knees will feel weak, and like a mantra, my voice will swirl around inside your head - I was right, and I-”
“Just don’t forget the dinner, weedface.”
“Weed… face..?” Lu Han looks baffled a second, just before fading the act into a deadpan in the next. “Wow, this is a brand new level of English language. I am truly amazed at the harmony between the syllables and the invisible strength they hold to make a grown man cry.”
“Get out.”
“Rude.”
(…)