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IM LATE AF i should have done this about two-three weeks ago but i’m still around, i wont drop lu han, i waited too long for this and his muse will never die in me l m a o next week i’ll probably check this more often and see who’s still around or not to catch up but if anyone wants to message me or--- idk just waving a big flag saying i’m still here :~
see you <3
;; not so secret anymore
it’s almost amusing how suddenly the words seem to be literally flowing from his mind, how fast he types them into a much too long reply for the housewife with an apparent incapability for making baking-related decisions, after he just sat around here, groaning in frustration for the past hour about not being able to write one proper sentence for his book.
it seems like what jongdae’s experiencing is not a writer’s block, but a lack of interest in his own story, which is rather sad, because the moment he saw the work-email about baking, his inspiration sparked like a wildfire.
maybe, he should switch to writing baking books or something like that, because that’s at least something he wouldn’t lose his passion for.
currently, jongdae is explaining in his answer, thought, how the lady definitely shouldn’t combine the eggs with the butter like it’s written in her recipe for brownies, because everything will just curdle in the end and saving this mess is almost impossible; at least, if you don’t have that much experience with baking yet and all the recipes the lady attached to the email aren’t that high in difficulty, which shows him that baking isn’t actually her most performed hobby.
but then, jongdae’s mind jumps once again back to the recipe he looked through before the brownie one and he actually didn’t want to look back into it, because everything about it didn’t sound very delicious, not even appetizing. however, jongdae still has to provide her with unnecessary tips on that one in case the housewife decides to try this one against his recommendation to not do it.
humming to himself, as he tries to come up with something positive to say about this weird-ass cake, jongdae actually thinks the voice next to him is inside his head, is jongdae asking himself this question, so he laughs quietly. “i know, right?”, he answers, shaking his head lightly as he continues typing, “it sounds rather disgusting. to be honest, all of these recipes are so horrible i thought that maybe i should actually send her some of my own, because, seriously, this—“, jongdae cuts himself off, though, finally noticing the presence hovering next to him.
he lets out a strangled cry, startled at the stranger so close and right next to him and flinches, jumping in his seat, what causes him to knock the other quite strongly in the chin with his shoulder.
ouch, that must’ve hurt.
“oh my god”, jongdae gasps as the other tumbles backwards. “i’m so sorry, oh my god!”
he cups the other guy’s face, both of his hands squishing his cheeks together as he tilts his head to the side to get a better look at his chin. “i didn’t hurt you, did i?”, jongdae asks, voice sounding a little whiny.
but then jongdae realizes that he’s groping around on a stranger’s face and lets go of him immediately. “god, i’m so sorry”, he repeats, this time, though, for touching him like this.
what a mess.
There is a smile instantly spreading on his face because of course they would agree - Lu Han’s sweet taste is always right. He’s nodding too, and it’s totally not unusual for someone to invade someone else’s private space out of nowhere and start talking like they know each other for quite some time already. For him, it’s actually okay to lean even closer, as if he’s trying to become this guy’s second head.
It comes as a shock, though, when his chin starts hurting and there are hands on his face and it’s a little overwhelming and so unexpected and he thinks he might be a little dazed and is he about to be kissed? Head tilt and all? By the guy who writes so well and is apparently pretty cute, no less? Oh, no, never mind.
Disappointing, but he can live with it.
“I’m okay... It’s okay.” He grumbles, pouting and making an uncalled drama out of it. He carefully rubs his chin and it doesn’t even hurt anymore, but he acts like it does, eyelashes batting pityfully as he stares at defined cheekbones. “If you’re gonna hold me like that again maybe I won’t mind it as much, and it’ll be easier to forgive you.” His voice is teasing and so, so amused at how flustered the author was over a small gesture like touching his face.
“Or, you know, you could kiss it better.” He suggests, tipping his head back a little, looking expectant. “It was your fault, anyway.” Lu Han is shameless, really, ignoring the fact he was reading the other’s private mails in favor of flirting. Shameless.
orion ;
Yixing bites on his lower lip in a desperate attempt to keep the words at bay, hard enough that there’s the coppery taste of blood in his mouth. Because damn this guy is such a cutie, especially when he pouts like that. If Yixing isn’t careful, he’s going to really embarrass himself and he doesn’t want to scare off his new friend.
“I think Pegasus is a great constellation,” Yixing assures the boy. “But if you really want to choose a new one, what about Lyra, the harp? A harp doesn’t fly, and it sounds really nice, just like your voice.”
He mentally berates himself for being such a goof, but he’s laughing at himself at the same time.
“What’s your name?” he asks, fixing his companion with an intense and eager gaze. “I can’t keep calling you cutie in my head.”
Lu Han can’t help the pleasant laughter that escapes him at the comment, warming him up and making him forget all about how sick he was feeling just a moment ago. “Harps are nice.” He nods, turning his head to look at the other.
“It’s Lu Han.” He replies. “But I wouldn’t mind if you called me cutie.” He’s laughing again, this time bumping a friendly fist on the guy’s shoulder and winking at the same time - it’s not an easy feat, but he manages, and even scoots closer as well.
“What about you?” He fires back just as eagerly, staring at the spot where the dimple disappeared. “I can’t keep calling you crazy hottie in my head.” He jokes, eyes glinting with mischievous sparks to it.
movies and chill.
“or maybe you can just invest in better pillows. stop thinking about decoration.” because she sure as hell bought regular bed pillows for her couches and albeit weird she’s not gonna change it. people should choose comfort over visuals anyway!
without complaints she nods her head, “okay,” who says no to popcorn anyway, “but only one bowl!”
which means when she comes back with the bowl in her hands it’s the biggest bowl she can find and she clearly made more popcorn for two people. settling down in their comfy little fort, chanmi lays down on her stomach and places the bowl between the two of them. “so what are we starting off with first?”
As he puts the disc on the player, Lu Han grumbles about pillows not being an option because his living room’s already an aesthetics mess as it is. As soon as Chanmi’s back though, his ranting stops and his eyes widen at the amount of popcorn.
“Of course.” He scoffs and rolls his eyes when the initial shock is replaced by amusement.
“Finding Nemo.” His grin is huge as he settles back on their little fort, comfortably wrapping himself in a fluffy blanket he had taken. “C’mon.” He pats the space beside him, another carefully wrapped blanket resting there.
orion ;
Yixing laughs at the guy’s bluntness, his voice loud in the otherwise quiet evening. “You’re cute,” he says without answering the question, grinning so broadly that his cheeks hurt.
He turns back to the sky, still grinning. “Do you have a favorite?” he asks, gesturing to the glittering expanse of the heavens stretching out forever above them. “A favorite constellation, I mean. My favorite is Aquila. Do you see it? It’s that one there.”
He takes Luhan’s head in his cold hands and directs his new friend’s gaze to the constellation in question. “It looks like an eagle.” He allows himself another bright smile. “I think I like it because Aquila can just fly away whenever he wants to. Wouldn’t it be nice to fly?”
Okay, that’ something he can go with. He was called cute so the guy must not be on drugs because, honestly, he is very cute indeed. All he can do is laugh then, shaking his head and relaxing so he could focus on the sky again.
He shivers and tenses though, when cold fingers touch his face. He wants to yell at the guy, but refrains from doing so, trying to find said constellation instead. “I don’t see it.” Lu Han all but pouts, looking back at his new friend. “It must be nice, though... to be able to fly, but I wouldn’t do it because heights scare me.”
“And I think my favorite is Pegasus... but he can fly, and I only thought about that now. I guess I should pick another.” His pout deepens, but he points out the constellation anyway.
cute peanut luhan ┌(・。・)┘♪́ ⁾̉ฅ
;; not so secret anymore
@hgdlu
with a heavy sigh, jongdae clicks on the little x in the upper corner of his laptop screen to close the document he was working on up until now. he slumps back into the chair and his gaze wanders through the coffee shop; it’s full but not crowded, there are still quite a lot of empty seats left and the noise of hushed voices and amused laughter is pleasant to the ear.
usually the cozy atmosphere of cafes inspire him, that’s why instead of sitting in the quietness of his apartment, he prefers sitting around in coffee shops for hours when he tries to work on his novel.
is he even allowed to call this a novel?
another sigh escapes him. he didn’t come far this time, anyway, and ended up deleting more scenes than he actually wrote. jongdae’s hands reach for the mug filled with steaming black coffee that’s standing next to his laptop and as he brings it up to his lips, he wonders if he should just call it a day and go home.
he probably should try it again in a couple of days, at least, if he manages to get out of this sort-of writer’s block or whatever it is. jongdae isn’t entirely sure, but lately writing on his advice column has been a hassle too, it’s been quite hard to come up with proper, useful answers for the readers.
but, maybe, he could try working on them instead?
setting the mug back down onto the table, he clicks on the tiny mail icon on his desktop and waits while a new window pops up, then he looks through his work-related emails and opens up a few of them, his eyes quickly scanning through them.
jongdae actually has to stifle a laugh, when he reads through the mail of a middle-aged housewife desperately asking him for help, because she’s not sure which cake recipe she should use. she even attached some scans of different recipes. and jongdae has absolutely no clue why she writes a mail to a magazine that’s not even related to cooking or baking, or why she is willingly waiting a month for the answer until the new magazine is released, instead of just asking her friends or her husband or her children for whom she is making the cake.
it’s amusing nonetheless and he immediately gets down to answering the call for help, feeling motivated all of a sudden.
and after a couple of minutes of typing, he’s actually so absorbed in giving the woman unnecessary baking tips, that he doesn’t notice anything around him anymore, not even the sudden loud noise behind him.
Lu Han likes coffee. He likes the smell of it even though he wishes for the taste to not be as bitter every time he takes a sip of an unsweetened cup of americano. He likes how people make a big deal out of it, claiming to either love or hate the drink. He likes how other people created all these little shops that serve desserts and all coffee variations. He specially likes going into those said shops just so he can warm up in winter.
Lu Han hates it when his favorite spot is taken, though.
He’s currently sitting two tables away from the person who stole his place, glaring at her head like he could make it go on fire, body turned towards her instead of the small table in front of his chair. He’s been at that for a good twenty minutes. It looks like she will leave soon, Lu Han’s mood getting better. Some higher being on the universe decided to play with him a little more when soon someone else appears and joins the spot-thief. Hell, they even order, like, a whole meal when the waitress comes. Lu Han hates them.
He hates them so much he decides to peel his eyes away from the scene, huffing with puffed cheeks. It’s so childish, he knows, but it’s the best spot he’s found in... in... Wait. So, he might be wrong, but his curiosity is bigger than his shame and he’s already read half of the strangers e-mail anyway, so why not read everything, right? It’s not like the guy is trying to hide anything.
Although now Lu Han believes he should.
Lu Han regrets his decision to read the rest of the letter so much, and he most certainly regrets the loud gasp he lets out, hand instantly coming up to hide his mouth. It’s like he discovered a shady secret and he’s not sure he should even acknowledge it.
He waits for the man to turn around and bad-mouth him, but it never comes. Lu Han goes unnoticed and sighs in relief because the advice columnist he often writes to is sitting so close to him and they could talk! They could become friends and Lu Han doesn’t even know how to start dealing with it, so he simply observes.
He watches intently as the man’s fingers run across the keyboard and he thinks those are some nice fingers he could put to better use, but he doesn’t voice it. Instead, he just keeps watching as the words appear on the screen and soon his chin is almost touching the author’s shoulder.
“Why would she even consider a fruit cake if she wants to feed children?”
orion ;
Yixing looks up at the concerned face that is currently blocking his view of the heavens.
The boy looks roughly his age, with a pale complexion and big eyes. He’s pretty cute, Yixing thinks lazily, but he’s currently more focussed on the fact that said pretty cute face is blocking out Carina, Vela, Puppis, and Pyxis.
“Are you okay?” Yixing counters, the cool grass soft beneath his back. It’s cold enough that his breath steams out from chilled lips. Then he laughs at himself - he’s always said the wrong things, after all - and adjusts the beanie that’s currently keeping his ears from freezing.
He sits up enough to grab the stranger’s hand and pull him to a sitting position on the grass beside Yixing. “Stop being so weird,” he says, which is pretty rich considering he’s the one that’s weird. “Because of you, I can’t get a good view of the stars. On a night as clear as this, you have to look at the stars. It’s a sin not to.”
And he flashes his new friend a dimpled smile.
He obviously wasn’t prepared for the answer he got, nor was he prepared to be called weird -- he at least acknowledged he wasn’t the most normal person on Earth, but he wasn’t the one looking half-dead on the floor just minutes before.
Lu Han has a frown on his face, weighing the pros and cons of actually joining the guy. Just by being pulled down to the grass he can feel his ass freezing, but he decides to stay with a final sigh when he realizes he’s crazy himself, or that he can try to get a reward later if he ends up getting a cold since he’s never had problems with asking things from strangers.
“Well, sorry for disrupting your view then.” He shrugs, peeling his eyes off that cute dimpled smile so he can take a look at the sky. “Its is beautiful.” He finally concedes after a few minutes of looking up, his own lips forming a smile as he observes the dark expanse of the sky all dotted in shiny starts.
“So... you’re really okay?” He asks one last time, just to be sure. “Wait... you’re not on drugs, are you?” He narrows his eyes, voice coming in whispers.
movies and chill.
@hgdlu
“pillow forts aren’t optional,” the girl’s voice is in it’s usual, cheerful tone despite being so insistent on making a pillow fort at the fresh age of twenty. she’s practically made it a regular part of her life to make one whenever she has a movie marathon, even when she’s over at someone else’s house–at least she’s willing to clean up later. “if i’m not comfortable, i’m going home, and then you’ll have to scream all by yourself. in the dark.”
it might be obvious that chanmi was the one who brought up the idea for them to have a movie marathon, and not so much lu han, but of course she’s going to throw that fact out the window. he agreed so it’s not like she’s lying when she tells everyone that he decided to watch them too.
she’s in the process of setting up a few pillows, making a relatively nice fort before turning her attention towards lu han. “and you won’t have anyone to cuddle with,” she adds playfully before returning to her work. it doesn’t take long until she whistles lightly in confidence, “all done!”
His eyes roll back so much he has to quickly retreat them, afraid that he would stay like that forever or that maybe he would see a tiny part of his brain -- Lu Han knows he’s being delusional and not at all rational, but the prospect of watching an entire horror movie when it’s so dark outside doesn’t make him very happy.
“If you’re not comfortable you can maybe give me pillows on my birthday.” He suggests, setting a thin blanket over the chairs he placed before and the couch. He doesn’t consider it a decent fort, or any kind of fort for that mather but he’s been pretending to help ever since she arrived and he fully intends to keep doing so.
“Why don’t you make the popcorn? I will put the movie on!” He’s quick to get in front of the tv, turning to smile at her in his most innocent way, all in the name of hiding the fact he picked a kid’s movie to replace the horror one.
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ft. @hgdlu :
IT HAD BEEN A WHILE since the last time she actually cosplayed for an event, so she was excited to say the least. jieun always got way too excited when doing this – it was probably her favorite thing in the world, besides really reading the comics and what not. that day, though, she wasn’t dressed as a comic character. well, she was on comics, but she was also on tv and that was where she got her inspiration better.
dressed in a dark blue leather waistcoat over a long sleeves grey-ish blue, black and tight pants and a pair of boots, she was ready to go. she, of course, was wearing a wig – her hair then dark brown and a bit more than shoulder length. her natural hair color was basically the same, which made her miss it for a second while she looked at herself on the mirror. she really needed to dye her hair once again – tired of the redness, but not sure which color to go with now. checking her side, she left a small smile grow on her face as she saw the s.h.i.e.l.d. symbol on her right shoulder – which was how it give away who she was cosplaying: melinda may, the badass s.h.i.e.l.d. agent she loved so much.
remembering to make a serious expression – her resting bitch face would do – while cosplaying, she tried it on the mirror and, inside of her head, she approved it. it didn’t take longer than that to her to leave her place, grabbing her badge and putting into her waistcoat pocket and not forgetting her phone some money and her sunglasses. and she left.
the streets of hongdae were full of young people and the most different styles, so she didn’t really catch much attention from others. if she had dressed like silk, though, like she did a couple months before, then it would be like walking with a neon light over her head. people always noticed when it was a more superhero-like kind of costume, obviously. the place where the event was being held wasn’t far from her house, so she decided to walk. she did see some of familiar faces, but with her red hair greatly covered by the wig and her eyes by her ray ban aviator sunglasses, people never guessed it was lee jieun right there.
it was a bit early, so she stopped on a coffee shop and ordered a mocha to take away. there, she took her sunglasses off and let it hang on her shirt. some people looked over her, but she was already almost acting like the character she was portraying, so she probably looked like someone who didn’t care much about having all eyes on her.
If you asked any of his friends, they’d all give you the same answer: Lu Han is not an early bird. Most days he might even wake up on a good mood, but only if there is enough sleep in his brain and birds aren’t chirping anymore - his breakfasts usually consisting of lunch food because of that. It’s even more difficult when he doesn’t spontaneously wakes up, which is why his day already started on the bad side.
Lu Han positively thinks the universe decided to test him by making loud noises come from the neighbouring building, construction sounds flying all the way to his room window and making it impossible for him to sleep as much as he wished. Apparently, the noises are supposed last all day and Lu Han saw himself with no other option than get out and maybe save his ears from that hell of a reform.
For him, it doesn’t matter what time is it because he’s awake when he didn’t want to and why do bad things happen to good people? He even helped some elderly people when he had the chance! All he knows is that he found a rather silent cafe and he fully intends on spending his whole day sleeping there. Except... how can he even enjoy his cup of coffee when it’s so bitter and the sugar is so far away?
With a sigh, he makes way to the counter where there is a lady standing right in front of the sugar packets. When she doesn’t seem to move, he clears his throat and mutters a tired ‘excuse me’. Before getting a reply though, Lu Han leans over her to grab a handful of packages containing the sweet taste of salvation and... wait. Is it his lack of sleep? Because the lady surely looks like someone he knows, only a little different.
“Jieun?” He asks, arm still awkwardly hanging in the air around her. “Lee Jieun? Is that you?”
first come, first served ;
with: @hgdxsehun
It has been a long time since Lu Han last attended a college party. First of all, he’s graduated already and setting foot around campus still sends a chill down his spine. Second, he might be kind of old to do that, despite looking younger than his age. It’s not that he considers himself too cool for school, but when you’re at least five years older than the average party-goer, it’s easy to feel a little out of place. He decides to change that and look for a party that he can maybe crash even without being invited.
The house he goes to looks nice and seems to come from an american movie. It would be perfect if it weren’t for the fact he can count on his fingers how many people are there because he arrived too early - he feels definitely old now. It’s when more students start coming in and Lu Han can stop trying to sweet talk the unknown host that he finally feels at ease. No one seems to notice he doesn’t even go there and he’s getting friendly with a lot of people. It’s not enough though, and he’s already starting to sport a pout when someone finally catches his eye.
“Dibs!” He all but yells once he sees the tall guy at the door, smiling because the people around him seem to find him funny. Oh well, isn’t he blending wonderfully with all the youngsters? His mentality might be close to them too.
orion ;
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Ok, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to have eaten a full meal planned for two, but Lu Han is desperately looking for more views and everyone had been requesting for his take on a specific new plate from a specific new restaurant. Now that it’s done, he can only hope his little stroll around the neighbourhood will help him digest a little better, because he’s too full to even stomach some tea or medicine.
The night is chillier than expected, although that’s not unwelcome - it helps him cope with the feel of exploding from the inside. His scarf is unwrapped because it suffocates him, nose turning red with each passing minute. The streets get emptier the closer he gets to the little park that has two broken lamp posts, it’s darker and not many people are willing to go through it. Lu Han is about to turn around too, an uneasy feeling running on his veins at the prospect of walking there alone, but then he sees someone lying on the floor near the monkey bars.
At first, he thinks it’s a drunk guy sleeping the alcohol off, but he’s always been one to follow his intuition, and at the moment, it’s telling him to check it out. “Hey.” He mumbles once he’s close enough to the other. It might be the darkness surrounding them, but Lu Han thinks the guy has a dazed look on his face. “You okay?”
*awkwardly rolls into your dashes*
