#43 hell hath no fury like mario kart betrayal
Title: hell hath no fury like mario kart betrayal
Rating: PG-13 mostly for language
Word Count: 660
Summary: It would have been a lovely date. Except for the fact that Mario Kart was involved and Mario Kart never ends well.
a.n.: Mario Kart ends relationships/friendships tbh. hope you enjoy!
Lu Han loved a lot of things about Jongin. He loved the way his hair fell into his eyes when he didn’t have time to style it, or wanted to let it flop about because he knew Lu Han liked it like that; the look in his eyes when he focussed, often biting his lip as if that would help his brain concentrate more; the dizzying way he kissed and knew exactly how to turn Lu Han’s insides into putty.
Lu Han loved a lot of things about Jongin, but not right now. Right now, Lu Han was pretty sure he was incapable of anything remotely related to the emotion of love.
“Fucking Toad just whizzed by me on a damn bullet,” Lu Han hissed and Jongin grunted something in response, tilting his body, as if his Yoshi avatar would actually turn sharper that way.
“Peach, you fucking slut, how dare you, you bitch!”
As they always said, Mario Kart brought out the worst in people. And Peach was always a slut, for some reason.
“Chill, hyung, Peach didn’t do anything. You slipped on that banana peel yourself,” Jongin said, never wavering from his impeccable turns.
“Easy for you to say, you brat, you’re coming first,” Lu Han muttered, struggling forlornly in eleventh place. Jongin was The Best at Mario Kart, beating anyone and everyone. It wasn’t fair.
Then Lu Han hit one of those spinning cubes that gave him an item. He cackled and pressed the button to release it, just as Jongin flicked a glance at his screen.
“What?” he asked, but then he was focussing on a tricky turn again. He was on the last lap.
Then Jongin heard the telltale whistle of the most evil item.
The blue shell hit him with a massive explosion and Jongin’s mouth fell open and he nearly dropped his controller in horror. Yoshi landed back onto the track before immediately getting bumped by passing cars off the cliff. Jongin’s part of the screen turned black.
“Did you just fucking blue shell me on our Mario Kart date?!” he cried.
Lu Han grinned and continued on. He was still only ninth, but now Jongin was last and he had already having given up, tossing his controller to the floor.
Lu Han had his tongue sticking out between his lips as he tried to navigate the final part of his last lap, when a hand started creeping up his shirt.
“Jongin - !”
The controller fell to the floor and Jongin climbed on top of him, smirking as the Mario Kart music continued to play. All the other computer opponents had crossed the line now and Lu Han huffed, trying to reach for his controller. Jongin grabbed his wrist, holding his hands between them calmly.
“That was mean, hyung,” Jongin said evenly, “you need to make it up to me,”
“Oh, do I?” Lu Han almost challenged, raising an eyebrow. Jongin grinned as Lu Han grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged him down.
Whenever Lu Han bought Jongin lunch after he got paid for his part time job, Jongin paid him back with bruising kisses, and sometimes a hand down his pants.
Lu Han could do that kind of payment to make up for throwing a blue shell at Jongin. He could definitely do that.
Ten minutes later, they both had messed up hair and swollen lips, Jongin had blossoming bruises on his neck, and they were screaming at each other.
“Damnit, hyung, that’s not fair!”
“Suck it, brat!” Lu Han cackled.
Because Lu Han had gotten up in the middle of giving Jongin a hickey to pick up the controller and finish the race, and Jongin was desperately trying to catch up.
Then Jongin hit one of the spinning item cubes and grinned as it showed him his item. Lu Han could see the finish line, but he could also see Jongin’s item.
“Jongin, no - !”
There was the telltale whistle of a blue shell.
Rating: PG-13 mostly for language
Word Count: 660
Summary: It would have been a lovely date. Except for the fact that Mario Kart was involved and Mario Kart never ends well.
a.n.: Mario Kart ends relationships/friendships tbh. hope you enjoy!
Lu Han loved a lot of things about Jongin. He loved the way his hair fell into his eyes when he didn’t have time to style it, or wanted to let it flop about because he knew Lu Han liked it like that; the look in his eyes when he focussed, often biting his lip as if that would help his brain concentrate more; the dizzying way he kissed and knew exactly how to turn Lu Han’s insides into putty.
Lu Han loved a lot of things about Jongin, but not right now. Right now, Lu Han was pretty sure he was incapable of anything remotely related to the emotion of love.
“Fucking Toad just whizzed by me on a damn bullet,” Lu Han hissed and Jongin grunted something in response, tilting his body, as if his Yoshi avatar would actually turn sharper that way.
“Peach, you fucking slut, how dare you, you bitch!”
As they always said, Mario Kart brought out the worst in people. And Peach was always a slut, for some reason.
“Chill, hyung, Peach didn’t do anything. You slipped on that banana peel yourself,” Jongin said, never wavering from his impeccable turns.
“Easy for you to say, you brat, you’re coming first,” Lu Han muttered, struggling forlornly in eleventh place. Jongin was The Best at Mario Kart, beating anyone and everyone. It wasn’t fair.
Then Lu Han hit one of those spinning cubes that gave him an item. He cackled and pressed the button to release it, just as Jongin flicked a glance at his screen.
“What?” he asked, but then he was focussing on a tricky turn again. He was on the last lap.
Then Jongin heard the telltale whistle of the most evil item.
The blue shell hit him with a massive explosion and Jongin’s mouth fell open and he nearly dropped his controller in horror. Yoshi landed back onto the track before immediately getting bumped by passing cars off the cliff. Jongin’s part of the screen turned black.
“Did you just fucking blue shell me on our Mario Kart date?!” he cried.
Lu Han grinned and continued on. He was still only ninth, but now Jongin was last and he had already having given up, tossing his controller to the floor.
Lu Han had his tongue sticking out between his lips as he tried to navigate the final part of his last lap, when a hand started creeping up his shirt.
“Jongin - !”
The controller fell to the floor and Jongin climbed on top of him, smirking as the Mario Kart music continued to play. All the other computer opponents had crossed the line now and Lu Han huffed, trying to reach for his controller. Jongin grabbed his wrist, holding his hands between them calmly.
“That was mean, hyung,” Jongin said evenly, “you need to make it up to me,”
“Oh, do I?” Lu Han almost challenged, raising an eyebrow. Jongin grinned as Lu Han grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged him down.
Whenever Lu Han bought Jongin lunch after he got paid for his part time job, Jongin paid him back with bruising kisses, and sometimes a hand down his pants.
Lu Han could do that kind of payment to make up for throwing a blue shell at Jongin. He could definitely do that.
Ten minutes later, they both had messed up hair and swollen lips, Jongin had blossoming bruises on his neck, and they were screaming at each other.
“Damnit, hyung, that’s not fair!”
“Suck it, brat!” Lu Han cackled.
Because Lu Han had gotten up in the middle of giving Jongin a hickey to pick up the controller and finish the race, and Jongin was desperately trying to catch up.
Then Jongin hit one of the spinning item cubes and grinned as it showed him his item. Lu Han could see the finish line, but he could also see Jongin’s item.
“Jongin, no - !”
There was the telltale whistle of a blue shell.