By the time Lu Han comes back from the restroom, all flushed and the tips of his ears red, Jongdae's the first one to crack up in the midst of the silent waiting room. They've all been waiting for Lu Han, who lost a bet with Jongdae and ended up purposefully walking in in the women's restroom.
"This is all your fault," Lu Han says, tongue curling at the Korean syllables. All he wants right now is to cuss under his breath, in his familiar mother tongue, but this is all Jongdae's fucking fault so he doesn't. Instead, he curses in what he knows Jongdae wouldn't have trouble understanding. "Fuck you, fuck you so much."
Jongdae's clutching his jeans in delight, laughing with his high pitched voice and squinting eyes, making Lu Han's stomach turn upside down in a whirl of anger and adoration. Sometimes Jongdae gets so fucking annoying, with his stupid dares and over the top pranks, but Lu Han tries not to fall every time Jongdae's voice echoes in his mind.
"How was it, hyung?" Jongdae asks teasingly, patting the seat next to him. Lu Han settles down with a frown and Yixing eyes them behind his newspaper. Minseok only shakes his head, pulling his earphones over to ignore another set of bantering.
"Weird," Lu Han mutters, crossing his arms together. "Now everyone thinks I'm a pervert."
"You're not?" Jongdae says coyly, tugging on Lu Han's arms to uncross them; Lu Han doesn't struggle, lets him be and avoids looking at Jongdae's pretty fingers laying on his wrist, curling just millimeters away from his palm. Zitao scoffs beside him and Kris hits him with the book he's reading. Jongdae still doesn't notice.
Lu Han exhales, face still heated up. One, two, three -- why is his hand still there? "I'm not," Lu Han states, air stuck in his throat. "Stop accusing me of whatever you are," he says.
"You used to hang out in the restroom talking about DBSK," Jongdae shrugs. Lu Han continues to count in his head -- four, five, six -- and for some reasons Jongdae's warm palm is prickling him, bolts of electricity running through his arm, his heartbeat speeding up in response. "What is more brilliant than pretending you're enjoying sunbaenims when you're in women's company?"
I do not like boys is probably an overrated statement inside Lu Han's brain and once again, the thought appears. Jongdae's pretty hands, those thin lips that Lu Han sometimes can't help but imagine laying over his, that fucking jaw that he wants to lick his way up and nibble his ear--"I like girls, that's why," he says and it comes off a little harsher than expected.
Jongdae frowns momentarily at that and his thumb moves and brushes Lu Han's palm. Seven, eight, nine -- Lu Han feels entrapped with no escape from Jongdae's grip. "I still have one more dare left," Jongdae says.
"What more do you want," Lu Han grunts. There's silence and Jongdae's just smiling that stupid smile, the dimples under his eyes in view.
When the airport crew starts calling them by names, Lu Han doesn't complain when Jongdae finally laces their fingers together. "Well, I dare you to hold my hand."
--ten, Lu Han ends the count and there's a gentle squeeze in his hand.
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-13 04:10 am (UTC)(link)"This is all your fault," Lu Han says, tongue curling at the Korean syllables. All he wants right now is to cuss under his breath, in his familiar mother tongue, but this is all Jongdae's fucking fault so he doesn't. Instead, he curses in what he knows Jongdae wouldn't have trouble understanding. "Fuck you, fuck you so much."
Jongdae's clutching his jeans in delight, laughing with his high pitched voice and squinting eyes, making Lu Han's stomach turn upside down in a whirl of anger and adoration. Sometimes Jongdae gets so fucking annoying, with his stupid dares and over the top pranks, but Lu Han tries not to fall every time Jongdae's voice echoes in his mind.
"How was it, hyung?" Jongdae asks teasingly, patting the seat next to him. Lu Han settles down with a frown and Yixing eyes them behind his newspaper. Minseok only shakes his head, pulling his earphones over to ignore another set of bantering.
"Weird," Lu Han mutters, crossing his arms together. "Now everyone thinks I'm a pervert."
"You're not?" Jongdae says coyly, tugging on Lu Han's arms to uncross them; Lu Han doesn't struggle, lets him be and avoids looking at Jongdae's pretty fingers laying on his wrist, curling just millimeters away from his palm. Zitao scoffs beside him and Kris hits him with the book he's reading. Jongdae still doesn't notice.
Lu Han exhales, face still heated up. One, two, three -- why is his hand still there? "I'm not," Lu Han states, air stuck in his throat. "Stop accusing me of whatever you are," he says.
"You used to hang out in the restroom talking about DBSK," Jongdae shrugs. Lu Han continues to count in his head -- four, five, six -- and for some reasons Jongdae's warm palm is prickling him, bolts of electricity running through his arm, his heartbeat speeding up in response. "What is more brilliant than pretending you're enjoying sunbaenims when you're in women's company?"
I do not like boys is probably an overrated statement inside Lu Han's brain and once again, the thought appears. Jongdae's pretty hands, those thin lips that Lu Han sometimes can't help but imagine laying over his, that fucking jaw that he wants to lick his way up and nibble his ear--"I like girls, that's why," he says and it comes off a little harsher than expected.
Jongdae frowns momentarily at that and his thumb moves and brushes Lu Han's palm. Seven, eight, nine -- Lu Han feels entrapped with no escape from Jongdae's grip. "I still have one more dare left," Jongdae says.
"What more do you want," Lu Han grunts. There's silence and Jongdae's just smiling that stupid smile, the dimples under his eyes in view.
When the airport crew starts calling them by names, Lu Han doesn't complain when Jongdae finally laces their fingers together. "Well, I dare you to hold my hand."
--ten, Lu Han ends the count and there's a gentle squeeze in his hand.
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-13 04:18 am (UTC)(link)THIS WAS ADORABLE ANON :) tysvm for sharing