play boy (3 / 3)
xiuhan + exo members | 2, 069 words | too PG i can't | o n e - t w o | spin-off story featuring huang zitao | college!AU
suddenly, lu han hears a swoosh!―and BAM!―a soccer ball successfully hits him square on the face.
his most precious asset to sail his ship in this freaking cruel, cruel world.
this is not happening.
“YAH!” he grabs the ball and glares to the direction of shocked looking guys about a couple of meters ahead of him; and then he decides to give whoever dares to humiliate him in public his beautiful wrath (joonmyun’s saying; that closeted greasy sophomore).
he throws the ball to a boy with the darkest skin among them and says angrily,
“fucker, where is he?”
the boy clears his throat, opens his thick lips to answer but someone beats him with a very, very carefree tone,
“hey hey, sorry, ha ha.”
the roundest, squishiest, cutest cheeks ever exist are invading lu han’s vision.
*
“i’m done,” lu han mumbles, crumpling his cheese sandwich’s wrapper with unnecessary strength. then he stands up, obviously going to mope alone in the library before their european union class, turns left, and it’s yi xing who yelps loudly as lu han collides against a person holding two cups of steaming coffee―
“whoops, ha ha.”
it’s minseok.
lu han screeches that the whole cafeteria zeroing their attentions on them, but yi xing is alerted that it’s not lu han’s annoyed screech but lu han’s pleased slash surprised screech and his best friend’s following, “OH MY GOD THIS IS ZARA!” is only a facade to fool everyone because lu han doesn’t show the world that he’s currently spazzing he finally meets minseok, okay?
you’re so hopeless, yi xing giggles then; sits back and tries to enjoy the drama.
minseok puts the now half empty coffee cups to the nearest table―lu han and yi xing’s―before he wipes his reddening hands to his bright green t-shirt. he chuckles, “sorry, lu han-ah. what’s a zara?”
lu han flushes because a) goddammit it’s his bao zi!―b) omgimissyousomuch, c) must maintain my cool, and d) “what! oh god help me,” he scrunches his nose as the soaked baby blue shirt makes contact with his skin. it burns. “you have to pay, bao zi-yah!”
minseok’s eyes bulge out of his socket.
sixty thousand won for a shirt!!? this is a crime!―because he is pretty sure with that amount of money he usually buys three comfortable, striped t-shirts from his favorite shop in hongdae.
he huffs dejectedly, putting the soft violet shirt to the rack again.
but the color will look awesome on lu han’s skin...
“found anything you like, hyung?” kyungsoo asks from his side, already holding a bunch of clothes.
“you didn’t tell me sala is so expensive,” minseok grins. among his circle of friends, kyungsoo doesn’t get his ‘umma’ nickname for nothing; let’s say he’s the group’s cook, the nag monster, and the fashionista.
kyungsoo giggles, “it’s ‘za~ra’, hyung.”
minseok frowns and tries to repeat it in his head, because lu han will probably get so irritated if he gives the shirt as a token but he mispronounces the brand. knowing the other boy, he will think that minseok is insulting him.
minseok shudders. za. ra. okay.
“which one was it?” kyungsoo manages to reach out a hand to the rack and minseok helps him to hold a pair of skinny black jeans and a knitted sweater with a piece of baby blue polo shirt. where does kyungsoo get his money?
“hyung?” kyungsoo raises an eyebrow, and minseok takes a step back; nudging the sleeve of the soft violet shirt with his dirty converse. kyungsoo shrieks.
“oh my god you did not!” minseok frowns. “hyung are you nuts?! look, there’s a splotch of―oh my god hyung you’re such a brute! you have to pay for this stain!”
minseok splutters, and everything goes in a blur as kyungsoo―face as red as a tomato―pulls minseok to the cashier and personally fishes out minseok’s wallet to pay for the dirtied sa―zara shirt. when minseok sits on the bus, kyungsoo lectures him endlessly about the art of treating your clothes like they’re your second skin; but at the end of his emotional speech he’s doing the facepalm because,
“you’re not one of us!” and minseok just nods apologetically to the ahjummas and ahjusshis side-eyeing them.
▲▼
what kyungsoo meant with minseok ‘is not one of them’ is that minseok plays sports, washes his jeans twice a year, and never keeps up with small things.
the existence of the za~ra―yay―is honestly forgotten until a week later, when minseok hurries to catch the bus to his public law and government class. the black bag is tucked neatly under his bed, and when he pulls it out there’s a thin string of spidey web. he shrugs and carelessly stuffs the black bag to his reebok backpack then runs to the bus shelter.
lu han has been rejecting his calls and never replies to his texts so he decides to be a ninja in the cafeteria at lunch, hoping that lu han has the same recess with him.
when lu han finally enters the crowded place with all of his eye candy materials, minseok hears gospel songs and other godly whispers stating that,
lu han is so beautiful you should’ve been grateful that he likes likes you, you dimwit.
gathering his courage―because what the heck! this is way, way scarier than whenever he prepares his mental to execute a penalty kick―minseok wobbles to where lu han is grumbling to his sandwich and yi xing blinking to his coffee.
the gospel songs and other godly whispers are tuned down as minseok gets closer and closer. in fact, the whole cafeteria is reduced to hushed conversations and whatnots. minseok’s throat is dry when he cracks a greeting.
lu han narrows his eyes at him.
“hey, uh.” minseok scratches his nape, “za~ra.” he sets the half crumpled black bag on the table, and lu han makes a show by sighing dramatically before he peeks inside.
minseok crosses his fingers.
lu han looks up, biting his bottom lip. his big and super super super beautiful eyes are...glistening. minseok is thisclose to begin panicking but suddenly there’s this the-most-blinding-smile-oh-wow minseok has ever seen and then lu han practically pounces on him. they stumble to the floor; minseok landing on his butt and lu han is pressed tightly chest to chest against him, sobbing legit tears.
“yes! yes, i do! i thought you’d never ask, bao zi-yah!”
“lu? what are you doing?” yi xing asks casually, sipping on his coffee. “oh. hi, minseokkie.”
lu han throws a pen at his friend, yelling, “shut up you’re ruining the mood!” and then he turns to the rest of the cafeteria, growling, “WHAT ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT? CAN’T I HUG AND SIT ON MY BOYFRIEND’S LAP?”
minseok hears no holy hymn whatsoever but the sound of his wailing wallet.
▲▼
but, eh. so far, lu han never asks minseok anything but to walk him home everyday.
plus, lu han actually cooks edible food; and since he self declared that they’re official boyfriend five days ago he’s been packing up a lunchbox for minseok―nothing beats kyungsoo’s though but shush don’t tell lu han that, because lu han’s pretty fingers are covered in dinosaur printed plasters and he looks so cute when he waits for minseok’s opinion about the samgak joomukbap with tons of wanja jeon for today’s menu.
“thank you,” minseok says in between mouthful, smiling genuinely, and lu han blushes before he forces minseok to eat more and to stop talking while eating where is your manner geez, my bao zi.
but lu han has been complaining that yi xing being a good best friend babbling about loki this thor that the ahjusshi playing hulk is so so so so so sexy and minseok only gets the hidden hint that lu han wants to go to a date after sehun that klutz, for the love of steamed bun, again kicks a soccer ball right to his face.
because lu han’s pouting face crosses minseok’s mind when the sickening sound of polyvinyl chloride collides against his nose.
and then, the thought about lu han probably sulking right now; his pretty face is scrunched up his button nose is red and his hair a cute mess―they are more than enough to make minseok run to lu han’s fancy apartment, ignoring kyungsoo who is still rummaging through his manpurse for first aid kit and sehun clutching at jongin’s arm. he runs with his bloody nose and all.
lu han shrieks when he opens his front door.
“bao zi what the fuck!” his nose is not red and his hair is not messy, good good.
the ground beneath him is spinning, and minseok sees red dots before he passes out.
when he comes back to consciousness, lu han is on the phone, crying, speaking foreign language like a pro.
minseok groans and he sits up easily. lu han blows his nose. minseok touches his, and it’s free from dried blood but it still hurts.
he’s situated on lu han’s very comfy light grey couch. the usually tidy living room is on a wreck; traces of emergency’s treatment for his nose are everywhere. but why is lu han crying?
“dude,” minseok coughs, swallowing bitter saliva. “dude? lu han-ah?”
lu han ends the call abruptly and proceeds to hit minseok’s chest. repeatedly. who knows his thin hands are capable to throw heavy punch? lu han only stops when minseok pretends to pass out.
cue lu han screaming the foreign language.
wrong tactic.
minseok sighs loudly. projecting his inner strength and will, he hugs lu han. he can smell vanilla and strawberry and feel how lu han shifts closer shyly; melting.
minseok chuckles.
“dude? you okay?” but then lu han hits the back of his head. “what! hey―” minseok pushes lu han away, rubbing at the abused spot. “agh~” he pouts half-heartedly because lu han is busy wiping the tears off of his pretty face.
lu han pouts back, and they have an impromptu pouting contest for a while until lu han pinches minseok’s cheeks and says with a shaky tone,
“why did you call me ‘dude’? i’m your boyfriend jesus christ...”
and minseok remembers the reason why he ran from the soccer field near his home all the way here.
“let’s go on a date, br―lu-lu han-ah. let’s go watch the avengers,” he pinches lu han’s damp cheeks back and so they have each other’s cheeks on their hands for a while until the-most-blinding-smile-oh-wow is blossoming and minseok mimics it with his less blinding smile.
lu han declares that he’s his perfect bao zi anyway.
▲▼
that’s the problem, though.
perfect, huh. the compliment seems so foreign for minseok.
he’s cute. funny. sporty. witty. a good friend. invisible.
but perfect? that’s new. and it’s coming from lu han; who rejects entertainment agencies’ offer to be a trainee, who is the real head-turner wherever he goes, who likes studying, who makes everyone else questioning their parents’ effort...
so this is the hype of ‘omg guise im so insecure vulnerable in doubt etc help!!1!’ teenagers often typing in caps lock on tumblr.
“oppa you’re spacing out on me,” tao huffs, crossing his arms. minseok smiles apologetically and ruffles his neighbor’s jet black hair.
tao giggles, “chanyeol-hyung sends me a goodnight text with cute emoticons everyday...” then he leeches his bigger, more defined, but not necessarily stronger body to minseok on the bed; blinking his eyelashes as he waits for minseok’s response about this particular chanyeol-hyung who has been flirting with him for the past months. but minseok knows it too well that tao is still an innocent kid he must be thinking his chanyeol-hyung is only being a good senior to him.
he wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, but tao just scoffs and elbows his side.
“aw oppa! what’s wrong with you!”
“i’m so sorry!” minseok grins and bites tao’s clothed bicep. “oppa is having a dilemma, tao-yah.”
tao widens his feline eyes, “please tell me about it! maybe i can help you!” he throws an arm around minseok’s chest, snuggling him koala style. minseok contemplates whether to consult his younger childhood best friend about such matter. but option a a.k.a joonmyun is still mourning about his unrequited love for lu han and option b) kyungsoo is devoting his soul and ears to joonmyun. jongin and sehun don’t count because of obvious reasons. yi xing is...
“huang zitao,” minseok says, “do you think a perfect person exist?”
it takes exactly a milisecond for tao to answer, “of course! look at you!”
when tao is sound asleep much, much later; minseok slips off of the bed, grabs his wallet and his most favorite adidas black jacket, very quietly unlocks the front door and hails a taxi.
lu han answers the door half awake, his hair tied in a cute apple bun, and minseok wastes no time to kiss his boyfriend softly. lu han tastes like mint mouthwash and he mumbles something unintelligible before he lets minseok presses him further to the wall, and that night―early morning, really―minseok sincerely prays for those teenagers around the world because he’s so lucky to have lu han to tell him that he’s perfect. if he is, then surely they are, too.
“you shouldn’t be thinking too much when you’re kissing your boyfriend,” lu han licks his bottom lip, smiling prettily under the dim hallway’s light.
“i’m sorry,” minseok inhales lu han’s addicting scent, “i love you too.”
▲▼
minseok is lying on the light grey couch with lu han on top of him. judging from the content smile on his best friend’s sleeping face, minseok’s busty chest must be so cozy. note to self, zhang yi xing; busty chest boyfriend or girlfriend, here i come―for now i have to take commemorative photos as a lovely blackmail material.
t h e e n d
suddenly, lu han hears a swoosh!―and BAM!―a soccer ball successfully hits him square on the face.
his most precious asset to sail his ship in this freaking cruel, cruel world.
this is not happening.
“YAH!” he grabs the ball and glares to the direction of shocked looking guys about a couple of meters ahead of him; and then he decides to give whoever dares to humiliate him in public his beautiful wrath (joonmyun’s saying; that closeted greasy sophomore).
he throws the ball to a boy with the darkest skin among them and says angrily,
“fucker, where is he?”
the boy clears his throat, opens his thick lips to answer but someone beats him with a very, very carefree tone,
“hey hey, sorry, ha ha.”
the roundest, squishiest, cutest cheeks ever exist are invading lu han’s vision.
*
“i’m done,” lu han mumbles, crumpling his cheese sandwich’s wrapper with unnecessary strength. then he stands up, obviously going to mope alone in the library before their european union class, turns left, and it’s yi xing who yelps loudly as lu han collides against a person holding two cups of steaming coffee―
“whoops, ha ha.”
it’s minseok.
lu han screeches that the whole cafeteria zeroing their attentions on them, but yi xing is alerted that it’s not lu han’s annoyed screech but lu han’s pleased slash surprised screech and his best friend’s following, “OH MY GOD THIS IS ZARA!” is only a facade to fool everyone because lu han doesn’t show the world that he’s currently spazzing he finally meets minseok, okay?
you’re so hopeless, yi xing giggles then; sits back and tries to enjoy the drama.
minseok puts the now half empty coffee cups to the nearest table―lu han and yi xing’s―before he wipes his reddening hands to his bright green t-shirt. he chuckles, “sorry, lu han-ah. what’s a zara?”
lu han flushes because a) goddammit it’s his bao zi!―b) omgimissyousomuch, c) must maintain my cool, and d) “what! oh god help me,” he scrunches his nose as the soaked baby blue shirt makes contact with his skin. it burns. “you have to pay, bao zi-yah!”
minseok’s eyes bulge out of his socket.
sixty thousand won for a shirt!!? this is a crime!―because he is pretty sure with that amount of money he usually buys three comfortable, striped t-shirts from his favorite shop in hongdae.
he huffs dejectedly, putting the soft violet shirt to the rack again.
but the color will look awesome on lu han’s skin...
“found anything you like, hyung?” kyungsoo asks from his side, already holding a bunch of clothes.
“you didn’t tell me sala is so expensive,” minseok grins. among his circle of friends, kyungsoo doesn’t get his ‘umma’ nickname for nothing; let’s say he’s the group’s cook, the nag monster, and the fashionista.
kyungsoo giggles, “it’s ‘za~ra’, hyung.”
minseok frowns and tries to repeat it in his head, because lu han will probably get so irritated if he gives the shirt as a token but he mispronounces the brand. knowing the other boy, he will think that minseok is insulting him.
minseok shudders. za. ra. okay.
“which one was it?” kyungsoo manages to reach out a hand to the rack and minseok helps him to hold a pair of skinny black jeans and a knitted sweater with a piece of baby blue polo shirt. where does kyungsoo get his money?
“hyung?” kyungsoo raises an eyebrow, and minseok takes a step back; nudging the sleeve of the soft violet shirt with his dirty converse. kyungsoo shrieks.
“oh my god you did not!” minseok frowns. “hyung are you nuts?! look, there’s a splotch of―oh my god hyung you’re such a brute! you have to pay for this stain!”
minseok splutters, and everything goes in a blur as kyungsoo―face as red as a tomato―pulls minseok to the cashier and personally fishes out minseok’s wallet to pay for the dirtied sa―zara shirt. when minseok sits on the bus, kyungsoo lectures him endlessly about the art of treating your clothes like they’re your second skin; but at the end of his emotional speech he’s doing the facepalm because,
“you’re not one of us!” and minseok just nods apologetically to the ahjummas and ahjusshis side-eyeing them.
▲▼
what kyungsoo meant with minseok ‘is not one of them’ is that minseok plays sports, washes his jeans twice a year, and never keeps up with small things.
the existence of the za~ra―yay―is honestly forgotten until a week later, when minseok hurries to catch the bus to his public law and government class. the black bag is tucked neatly under his bed, and when he pulls it out there’s a thin string of spidey web. he shrugs and carelessly stuffs the black bag to his reebok backpack then runs to the bus shelter.
lu han has been rejecting his calls and never replies to his texts so he decides to be a ninja in the cafeteria at lunch, hoping that lu han has the same recess with him.
when lu han finally enters the crowded place with all of his eye candy materials, minseok hears gospel songs and other godly whispers stating that,
lu han is so beautiful you should’ve been grateful that he likes likes you, you dimwit.
gathering his courage―because what the heck! this is way, way scarier than whenever he prepares his mental to execute a penalty kick―minseok wobbles to where lu han is grumbling to his sandwich and yi xing blinking to his coffee.
the gospel songs and other godly whispers are tuned down as minseok gets closer and closer. in fact, the whole cafeteria is reduced to hushed conversations and whatnots. minseok’s throat is dry when he cracks a greeting.
lu han narrows his eyes at him.
“hey, uh.” minseok scratches his nape, “za~ra.” he sets the half crumpled black bag on the table, and lu han makes a show by sighing dramatically before he peeks inside.
minseok crosses his fingers.
lu han looks up, biting his bottom lip. his big and super super super beautiful eyes are...glistening. minseok is thisclose to begin panicking but suddenly there’s this the-most-blinding-smile-oh-wow minseok has ever seen and then lu han practically pounces on him. they stumble to the floor; minseok landing on his butt and lu han is pressed tightly chest to chest against him, sobbing legit tears.
“yes! yes, i do! i thought you’d never ask, bao zi-yah!”
“lu? what are you doing?” yi xing asks casually, sipping on his coffee. “oh. hi, minseokkie.”
lu han throws a pen at his friend, yelling, “shut up you’re ruining the mood!” and then he turns to the rest of the cafeteria, growling, “WHAT ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT? CAN’T I HUG AND SIT ON MY BOYFRIEND’S LAP?”
minseok hears no holy hymn whatsoever but the sound of his wailing wallet.
▲▼
but, eh. so far, lu han never asks minseok anything but to walk him home everyday.
plus, lu han actually cooks edible food; and since he self declared that they’re official boyfriend five days ago he’s been packing up a lunchbox for minseok―nothing beats kyungsoo’s though but shush don’t tell lu han that, because lu han’s pretty fingers are covered in dinosaur printed plasters and he looks so cute when he waits for minseok’s opinion about the samgak joomukbap with tons of wanja jeon for today’s menu.
“thank you,” minseok says in between mouthful, smiling genuinely, and lu han blushes before he forces minseok to eat more and to stop talking while eating where is your manner geez, my bao zi.
but lu han has been complaining that yi xing being a good best friend babbling about loki this thor that the ahjusshi playing hulk is so so so so so sexy and minseok only gets the hidden hint that lu han wants to go to a date after sehun that klutz, for the love of steamed bun, again kicks a soccer ball right to his face.
because lu han’s pouting face crosses minseok’s mind when the sickening sound of polyvinyl chloride collides against his nose.
and then, the thought about lu han probably sulking right now; his pretty face is scrunched up his button nose is red and his hair a cute mess―they are more than enough to make minseok run to lu han’s fancy apartment, ignoring kyungsoo who is still rummaging through his manpurse for first aid kit and sehun clutching at jongin’s arm. he runs with his bloody nose and all.
lu han shrieks when he opens his front door.
“bao zi what the fuck!” his nose is not red and his hair is not messy, good good.
the ground beneath him is spinning, and minseok sees red dots before he passes out.
when he comes back to consciousness, lu han is on the phone, crying, speaking foreign language like a pro.
minseok groans and he sits up easily. lu han blows his nose. minseok touches his, and it’s free from dried blood but it still hurts.
he’s situated on lu han’s very comfy light grey couch. the usually tidy living room is on a wreck; traces of emergency’s treatment for his nose are everywhere. but why is lu han crying?
“dude,” minseok coughs, swallowing bitter saliva. “dude? lu han-ah?”
lu han ends the call abruptly and proceeds to hit minseok’s chest. repeatedly. who knows his thin hands are capable to throw heavy punch? lu han only stops when minseok pretends to pass out.
cue lu han screaming the foreign language.
wrong tactic.
minseok sighs loudly. projecting his inner strength and will, he hugs lu han. he can smell vanilla and strawberry and feel how lu han shifts closer shyly; melting.
minseok chuckles.
“dude? you okay?” but then lu han hits the back of his head. “what! hey―” minseok pushes lu han away, rubbing at the abused spot. “agh~” he pouts half-heartedly because lu han is busy wiping the tears off of his pretty face.
lu han pouts back, and they have an impromptu pouting contest for a while until lu han pinches minseok’s cheeks and says with a shaky tone,
“why did you call me ‘dude’? i’m your boyfriend jesus christ...”
and minseok remembers the reason why he ran from the soccer field near his home all the way here.
“let’s go on a date, br―lu-lu han-ah. let’s go watch the avengers,” he pinches lu han’s damp cheeks back and so they have each other’s cheeks on their hands for a while until the-most-blinding-smile-oh-wow is blossoming and minseok mimics it with his less blinding smile.
lu han declares that he’s his perfect bao zi anyway.
▲▼
that’s the problem, though.
perfect, huh. the compliment seems so foreign for minseok.
he’s cute. funny. sporty. witty. a good friend. invisible.
but perfect? that’s new. and it’s coming from lu han; who rejects entertainment agencies’ offer to be a trainee, who is the real head-turner wherever he goes, who likes studying, who makes everyone else questioning their parents’ effort...
so this is the hype of ‘omg guise im so insecure vulnerable in doubt etc help!!1!’ teenagers often typing in caps lock on tumblr.
“oppa you’re spacing out on me,” tao huffs, crossing his arms. minseok smiles apologetically and ruffles his neighbor’s jet black hair.
tao giggles, “chanyeol-hyung sends me a goodnight text with cute emoticons everyday...” then he leeches his bigger, more defined, but not necessarily stronger body to minseok on the bed; blinking his eyelashes as he waits for minseok’s response about this particular chanyeol-hyung who has been flirting with him for the past months. but minseok knows it too well that tao is still an innocent kid he must be thinking his chanyeol-hyung is only being a good senior to him.
he wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, but tao just scoffs and elbows his side.
“aw oppa! what’s wrong with you!”
“i’m so sorry!” minseok grins and bites tao’s clothed bicep. “oppa is having a dilemma, tao-yah.”
tao widens his feline eyes, “please tell me about it! maybe i can help you!” he throws an arm around minseok’s chest, snuggling him koala style. minseok contemplates whether to consult his younger childhood best friend about such matter. but option a a.k.a joonmyun is still mourning about his unrequited love for lu han and option b) kyungsoo is devoting his soul and ears to joonmyun. jongin and sehun don’t count because of obvious reasons. yi xing is...
“huang zitao,” minseok says, “do you think a perfect person exist?”
it takes exactly a milisecond for tao to answer, “of course! look at you!”
when tao is sound asleep much, much later; minseok slips off of the bed, grabs his wallet and his most favorite adidas black jacket, very quietly unlocks the front door and hails a taxi.
lu han answers the door half awake, his hair tied in a cute apple bun, and minseok wastes no time to kiss his boyfriend softly. lu han tastes like mint mouthwash and he mumbles something unintelligible before he lets minseok presses him further to the wall, and that night―early morning, really―minseok sincerely prays for those teenagers around the world because he’s so lucky to have lu han to tell him that he’s perfect. if he is, then surely they are, too.
“you shouldn’t be thinking too much when you’re kissing your boyfriend,” lu han licks his bottom lip, smiling prettily under the dim hallway’s light.
“i’m sorry,” minseok inhales lu han’s addicting scent, “i love you too.”
▲▼
minseok is lying on the light grey couch with lu han on top of him. judging from the content smile on his best friend’s sleeping face, minseok’s busty chest must be so cozy. note to self, zhang yi xing; busty chest boyfriend or girlfriend, here i come―for now i have to take commemorative photos as a lovely blackmail material.
t h e e n d