still is life
still is life
lu han/nana; nana-centric → g, 408 words
requested by wintercreamed
a/n: not sure if I stuck to the prompt at all (whoops!) but I did manage to write plot-less angst for you~!!! I hope you like it, even though it's a drabble & I wrote it in one sitting /derps
Nana likes him, in the sense that he’s a relatively close friend. She wouldn’t tell him all of her deepest, darkest secrets but he was certainly entitled to some trust. Lu Han was that kind of person though, always close to everyone around him but there was always that mental barrier surrounding him, as if he was afraid of people getting too close.
Nana’s a bit like that too, though the “chic” front tends to put other people off from approaching her. They all say she’s a pretty face and she concedes to that idea, but they never really think much of anything else of her, do they?
The thing about Lu Han, though, that makes him so utterly unique and special in Nana’s eyes is that he doesn’t question nor pry into her own personal matters but lets it be, offering a soft smile and a warm hand to hold.
She likes the idea of a quiet first love; something that isn’t burning with lust or passion is ideal and this placid relationship with him seems to fulfill her desires. The slight brush of skin and the tiny spark is enough to make Nana blush and it makes her fall a little more in love.
It’s a crazy little thing, love that is, and Nana’s nearly positive that this precious feeling is for Lu Han. The problem is, though, is that they never really “started.” Looking at it from an outsider’s point of view it might just have been a few innocent touches and shy glances but nothing more.
A little heart break never hurt anyone is what Nana decides late one evening.
He casts her a slight smile when he passes her on a humid afternoon, the coordinators ushering them to their respective dressing rooms. Nana misses the familiarity they once had, but ever since he left for China nothing has ever been really the same.
They rarely talk, the phone calls and text messages scarce and scattered in between long blocks of time. Nana’s heart aches a little as time passes, her phone log empty at the end of every long day.
She doesn’t like talking about it for it’s a waste of breath and nothing really ever happened.
Nana still waits for his calls in a futile effort to salvage something that was never there in the first place.
But perhaps that’s the most tragic part, that it, they, never really had a beginning.
lu han/nana; nana-centric → g, 408 words
requested by wintercreamed
a/n: not sure if I stuck to the prompt at all (whoops!) but I did manage to write plot-less angst for you~!!! I hope you like it, even though it's a drabble & I wrote it in one sitting /derps
Nana likes him, in the sense that he’s a relatively close friend. She wouldn’t tell him all of her deepest, darkest secrets but he was certainly entitled to some trust. Lu Han was that kind of person though, always close to everyone around him but there was always that mental barrier surrounding him, as if he was afraid of people getting too close.
Nana’s a bit like that too, though the “chic” front tends to put other people off from approaching her. They all say she’s a pretty face and she concedes to that idea, but they never really think much of anything else of her, do they?
The thing about Lu Han, though, that makes him so utterly unique and special in Nana’s eyes is that he doesn’t question nor pry into her own personal matters but lets it be, offering a soft smile and a warm hand to hold.
She likes the idea of a quiet first love; something that isn’t burning with lust or passion is ideal and this placid relationship with him seems to fulfill her desires. The slight brush of skin and the tiny spark is enough to make Nana blush and it makes her fall a little more in love.
It’s a crazy little thing, love that is, and Nana’s nearly positive that this precious feeling is for Lu Han. The problem is, though, is that they never really “started.” Looking at it from an outsider’s point of view it might just have been a few innocent touches and shy glances but nothing more.
A little heart break never hurt anyone is what Nana decides late one evening.
He casts her a slight smile when he passes her on a humid afternoon, the coordinators ushering them to their respective dressing rooms. Nana misses the familiarity they once had, but ever since he left for China nothing has ever been really the same.
They rarely talk, the phone calls and text messages scarce and scattered in between long blocks of time. Nana’s heart aches a little as time passes, her phone log empty at the end of every long day.
She doesn’t like talking about it for it’s a waste of breath and nothing really ever happened.
Nana still waits for his calls in a futile effort to salvage something that was never there in the first place.
But perhaps that’s the most tragic part, that it, they, never really had a beginning.