gambler's fallacy

engr. luhan / 22 token chinese kid

[hun-a]

i’m the cat

[v13jaehyung-blog]

the start of nothin’

[luhanli]

it catches him off guard--the layers peeling off, the words, the neediness. that gets him the most. of course he has been patiently, patiently waiting for this. but anticipation never really means preparation.

deep brown eyes travel her eyes, nose, lips. a testament to just how beautiful she is to him, luhan cups her jaw and brushes a thumb across her cheek. steady breaths and quiet lungs.

slow. patient. “are you sure?”

(and it catches him off guard that he asks that, too.)

[luhanli]

[txt to; 🍆😝] pick me up :) [txt to; 🍆😝] and write my essay :)))

( txt to chaeyoung 💍 ) ok( txt to chaeyoung 💍 ) ok( txt to chaeyoung 💍 ) ok( txt to chaeyoung 💍 ) ok( txt to chaeyoung 💍 ) ok( txt to chaeyoung 💍 ) massage your feet too? ㅋㅋ( txt to chaeyoung 💍 ) essay for what

[luhanli]

[txt to; 🍆😝] this app is eating me alive [txt to; 🍆😝] "what is square 1 and can you get back to it?" [txt to; 🍆😝] kill me [txt to; 🍆😝] when's your next break?

( txt to chaeyoung 💍 ) lmao what app is that…( txt to chaeyoung 💍 ) in three hours. lets eat somewhere 

[v13jaehyung-blog]

the start of nothin’

[luhanli]

arms wind around her waist like a reflex, like a god-given right; like she’s easy to hold and here’s another afternoon that won’t last forever and here are a few more kisses that they won’t forget when they’re old.

her lips taste immaculate, he thinks, with no other word for it. her lips taste like summer and sugar and it’s the licorice she was chewing on from earlier, he knows. “mm?” he hums quietly in response, quiet sounds in between kisses. hand rubs her back as it does and he thinks she’s acting a little strange.

a pull away. a second to look, little crease in between his eyebrows appearing and disappearing as he analyzes; gaze traveling the pretty road from her lips to her nose to her forehead to her eyes.

somehow, they always know. somehow, they never speak and somehow, they always ask.

luhan might have wanted to talk but there’s a more fervent need to kiss her again. so he kisses her again, arms around her again, knowing and not knowing again and taking the world to give to her again. “what is it?”

[luhanli]

[txt to; 🍆😝] :( [txt to; 🍆😝] I need help [txt to; 🍆😝] daddyyyyyyyyyy [txt to; 🍆😝] help me :(((

( txt to chaeyoung 💍 ) babyyy( txt to chaeyoung 💍 ) what is it?

[luhanli]

— 103 degrees

[luhanli]

easy to lose his way as long as he’s holding her hand, easy to slip on icy roads and melted winters as long as he can see her. easy to weave through a crowd as long as it’s her body against his, and luhan’s arm is easy around her thin waist.

she smells like alcohol and being grown up, and luhan kisses the perfume of their best night into the crook of her neck--like tucking away a secret that isn’t a secret, like filing a book back into a shelf when he hasn’t even closed it.

words dissipate like silence into music, and he does that thing where he holds her like they’ve belonged to each other for a million years. because maybe they have. because maybe they’re just lost souls until they’re in each other’s arms. his hand finds home on the flat of her stomach, slipping under the hem of her shirt and keeping warm. he turns her around and doesn’t need to guide her arms.

he opens his eyes and the world is nothing but her; gravity nothing but him leaning forward and lips crashing and souls leaving bodies to become one--love returned to the goddess who gave it.

[luhanli]

— 103 degrees

familiar scenes and empty screens, and luhan has been playing mario kart for an hour. beanbag chair and two cans of beer while he waits for her. (he’s always just waiting for her.)

someone slips off rainbow road via Banana Of Betrayal and the group erupts into a riot. luhan rises off his seat and yells and laughs with the rest of them, and people don’t turn their heads to look at the noise--because these parties are all the same. and a group of boys yelling over a video game isn’t an odd occasion. 

then he sees her from the corner of his eye, and its far too easy to leave anything behind.

he comes over with a drink and a kiss to the cheek and a hand on a waist. always quiet about being possessive and possessive about being quiet and smiling too sweetly for anyone to see. something about i miss you communicated between eyes and the time spent apart bottlenecking into a much-needed embrace. luhan strokes the back of her head and chuckles. “how’s my baby?”

[beccibeer]