it's so hard to choose they're all so good... number 5 with XiuHan, please?
5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
Speaking in all honesty, Luhan was something of an open book. It didn’t take Minseok long to realize this, as the first notion of this fact was evident by Luhan’s lingering eyes and the way he followed the elder around everywhere, touching him whenever he had the chance back in the first few months he knew the Chinese man.
It was the love of soccer and dongbangshinki that brought them closer at first, and in some weird show of mutualistic symbiosis, they took on each other’s hobbies as well. Minseok began to enjoy outings with Luhan, and Luhan began to enjoy the taste of coffee. It was a weird chemistry–but it was there nonetheless.
And Luhan was fiercely protective of it.
Minseok wasn’t quite sure when it began, but he knew what happened when it did. Luhan would stand a little closer, lean into his personal space, sometimes even going as far as resting his chin on Minseok’s shoulder while the elder is talking to someone else entirely. Sometimes it’s the tight grip of Luhan’s fingers wrapping around his wrist, sometimes it’s around his waist.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Luhan didn’t like sharing. Minseok just didn’t expect it to be over him.
The one time Luhan didn’t touch him was when everything became blatantly obvious, practically shoved into Minseok’s face. A friend had come up to him to say hi, hands on his shoulders, rubbing his arms, wrapping around his back, and giving him a parting hug goodbye. When he turned to face Luhan, the blonde was looking down with a conflicted expression, scratching his neck awkwardly. He looked utterly unpleased, but seemed to be trying to hold it in.
He wasn’t doing a very good job of it.
Minseok leaned forward, a teasing smile on his lips. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
Luhan looked away, his lips pursing tightly.
“And if I said I was?”
A bit shocked at the straight answer, Minseok straightened himself upright, chuckling lightly as he tried to lighten the atmosphere.
“Don’t be silly. He’s just my friend.”
“Yeah, and you’re mine.” Luhan reached forward to take Minseok’s hand in his. The elder blinked in confusion, as the tone in the other’s voice implied something completely different. But it was quickly pushed aside as Luhan’s bright smile came back, swinging their locked hands.
“Want to play soccer and eat out tonight?”
Minseok paused, eyes searching Luhan’s expression for something that wasn’t there anymore, before smiling softly.