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chenpionships2014-09-16 03:36 pm
lordchen) wrote in chenpionships2014-09-16 03:36 pm
#264: Twink and Girl
Prompt: #264
Title: Twink and Girl
Pairing: Chen/Lu Han
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: semi-pwp
Word count: 10k+
Summary: At some point people just want to settle down
He wants to throw up in this elevator if isn’t for his morality, Lu Han will be a fountain vomit. These past two days he couldn’t get a wink of sleep, only half hour of power nap every four hours in his office. He doesn’t know how fate arranges his life because he doesn’t remember signing up to be a librarian slash an editor at Peking University. He even thinks that an academic institution is out of league for a no-so-genius-bookworm. He got a new assignment to translate and edit the new book imported from United Kingdom and South Korea about anthropology. But he isn’t alone in this damn assignment because he isn’t an expert anthropology professor. He’s mainly collaborating for his language skill. And can he say that the professor is a real pain in his ass? He can’t believe he’s working with a professor than a normal-idle-college-student. That professor only care about himself and his busy schedule like Lu Han doesn’t have anything to do except this thick theory book—it would kill someone by throwing it.
At least he gets extra pay check in his income. But that doesn’t mean he’s happy with his messed up sleep schedule. It is 2pm, he hasn’t eat since this morning and he skips lunch—he doesn’t have any appetite to eat or thinking about food. All he had been thinking ever since he’s in the taxi ride to his apartment was his fluffy, downy bed. He wants to snuggle his face against those puffy pillows and roll around in it.
It is helping him distracts his nausea and headache. Sixth floor, the door open and Lu Han emerges from it. His eyes are bleary and he keeps blinking, hoping he can regain some consciousness to walk down to the end of corridor—where his apartment is located.
“Thank you for your hard work.” Lu Han snaps out from his reverie and searching for the voice. There are two workers (based on their apparel) and a small figure man or a teenager. That guy looks like a twig from Lu Han’s distance—five metres away from him. He realised from this distance that they’re standing outside across his apartment. He recalls back if that apartment was or is dwelled by someone. The last time he had neighbours across him was last year. He keeps on walking towards his apartment. The workers pass by him and he can see his new neighbour –as Lu Han is in front his apartment.
Lu Han actually wanted to ignore the guy. He isn’t in the right mood to be friendly with anyone. He’s cranky, tired and sick. He’ll introduce himself after he’s on his rational mind. Before he can try to be invisible, his loud neighbour notices him. “Hello, how are you? I’m your new neighbour. My name is Kim Jongdae or in Chinese is Jin Zhong Da.” Lu Han reluctantly turns around and face with him. He pretends to be happy and hide his grim face by replacing on his forced smile. “Hi, I’m Lu Han. Oh you’re a Korean then?” Jongdae is surprised by Lu Han’s words and he chirps. “Yeah, I’m Korean. Wow that’s impressive, how do you know I’m Korean?” His eyes sparkles waiting for an answer.
Lu Han sighs inaudibly, his Mandarin accent sounds so strained and awkward. Of course he had live in China for 28 years he clearly could differentiate a local accent and an amateur accent. And his name is for sure a Korean name, a familiar Korean name—for what he’s working as Korean translator?
“Hmmm... your Mandarin sounds a bit off. I’m sorry, if I’m being too blunt.” Lu Han doesn’t know how to sugar coat and he just want to end this conversation so badly. “And anyway, your name doesn’t sound like Japanese and I do my wild guess you’re a Korean.” He shrugs his shoulder and stares at amazed Jongdae. His eyes curve into crescent and the edge of his eyes incline upward like cat winged. The edges of his lips are also like a feline. Lu Han is fascinated with his feline feature. Actually he looks really cute and soft. His heart flutters, because he’s adorable.
“Appa, I’m hungry. What’s for lunch?” A Korean high-pitch voice echoes in the silence between Jongdae and Lu Han.
Lu Han’s eyes trail behind Jongdae—a little girl skidding her way to the front door and hugs Jongdae’s leg. She looks up at Jongdae and a wide grin spread across her face. Lu Han doesn’t know why he thinks this kid is Jongdae’s daughter without a good reason. And any normal neighbour, when they see this scene they would ask—“Is she your daughter?” Thus, Lu Han blurts out the question. Jongdae turns his head to Lu Han and gently pushes the girl from his legs. “Yes, she’s my daughter.” He says.
The girl is standing in front of Jongdae, she plays with the hem of her skirt and she smiles coyly at Lu Han. She’s cute and charming, like her father. Lu Han adores cute things and with that he isn’t feeling really tired because cuteness is remedy for him. Bonus, he likes children. He has soft spot for kids.
“She looks like you, a lot.” Lu Han compliments him. Jongdae laughs softly and shakes his head. “People said that a lot too. I hate to burst your bubble, she’s adopted. I’m not married or divorced. It is coincidence she and I resemble to each other.” He ruffles the girl’s hair. She shrieks and swats her father’s hand away from her bobby haircut. It’s a heart warming family picture. Lu Han had been living alone since he had graduated college. He is envious with Jongdae, he had someone to cherish and to come back home early for. He should adopt a kid for himself too, but he can’t take care of himself very well—how should he take care of the kid? He just wanted a companion to make him forget the load works from the office. He wants to be happy like Jongdae and—
Lu Han blinks his eyes.
“Hey little girl, what’s your name?” He alters his language to Korean. Jongdae taps her dainty shoulder and persuades her to answer Lu Han’s question. “Hey, Mr. Lu Han asked you. What’s your name?” She looks frightened and confused. She seems hesitates to talk. She turns on her heels and tilts her head up, looking at Jongdae—pleading eyes. “I don’t know how to speak in Mandarin, appa.” She squeaks and her hands cling on the hem of his graphic shirt. Lu Han snorts, he definitely asked her in Korean and not Mandarin—kids always answer questions with questions. One of his pet peeves is kids asking him the obvious.
Jongdae chuckles and strokes her jet-black hair. “Baby, don’t you listen to what he asked?” The girl is dubious to answer Lu Han in Korean. “But appa, you and he talked in Mandarin. He’s a Chinese, how did he understand Korean language?” Jongdae slides down his hand from her head to her cheek and pats on it fondly. “It isn’t polite to let Mr. Lu Han waits for you. Now, say your name to him.” She turns around and looks up at Lu Han, her doe eyes stares deeply on him. Lu Han wants to coo at her, she’s so adorable like a vulnerable little kitten. He wants to assure her there’s nothing to be scare of, he wants to wrap his arms around her and protect her from maleficent. Kids know how to make him kneel down for them.
“My name is Kim Aecha.” She stutters. Oh poor little girl, she’s being conscious of her surroundings.
“What a beautiful name you have. Kim Aecha, how old are you?” Lu Han forgets that he’s tired and sleepy—he’s more interested to probe about this girl. She pouts and her nose scrunches up. “I’m five years old.” She twirls her fingers to ease down her nervous. Lu Han smiles, she’s a little charm.
“Aecha is a shy girl, but eventually she’ll warm up to you.” He rubs Aecha’s arms and he speaks in his native language spontaneously. “Ah, almost forgot. Do you mind to have dinner with us?” Lu Han yawns— he quickly covers his jaw with his hand. Jongdae stares at Lu Han face, it’s pale-sick, eyes are puffy and swollen. Also there are dark circles under his tired eyes. But behind those flaws, Jongdae urges to see the real Lu Han. He hopes Lu Han accepts the invitation because Jongdae is attracted to him on impulse. He can’t pinpoint which part of Lu Han makes Jongdae fond of him—high school nostalgia.
“Sorry, I just had a rough day in the office. And I’m so dead tired. Of course I’ll come over to your place, for dinner. As a make up for my lack of enthusiasm behaviour for today.” Lu Han instantly accepts the offer without thinking twice, he smiles listlessly.
Jongdae curls his lips. “Fantastic, you can come around 6pm. Dinner will be ready at that time.”
Lu Han nods, “Ok, will do.”
“Appa, I’m hungry. You’re talking about dinner but I haven’t had my lunch yet. Let’s eat now.” She whines, again— grabbing Jongdae’s fingers and tugs them profusely. Jongdae bends down at her level and put his hands under her armpit. He carries her in his arms. She slings her arms around Jongdae’s neck and giggles when she’s lifted up. “Ok, let’s have lunch together. “ He pecks on her chubby, smooth cheek.
Jongdae looks back at Lu Han, he looks weak and Jongdae doesn’t want to hold on him. “It’s nice to meet you Lu Han. I’m anticipating for dinner tonight. Thank you for wasting your time with me. You should get some rest, before dinner. See you then. Say goodbye to Mr. Lu Han, Aecha.” He nudges his daughter by his shoulder. She slowly turns her head and bid her farewell in her shy tone. “Goodbye Mr. Lu Han.” She smiles sheepishly— Lu Han’s heart burgeons.
“Goodbye Aecha, eat well with your daddy.” He waves at her and she reciprocates the gesture. Lu Han scan his card key on the sensor to unlock the door. The family gets inside and leaves him alone. Lu Han had to admit, it’s such a nice feeling to have people concern about your existence besides your family. He feels loved in this world.
Lu Han feels so refreshed after a good sleep and a bubble bath. He’s feeling better but he’s hungry as hell. His stomach churns intensely—he can feel the acids excruciating corrodes his stomach lining. He regrets the day he didn’t eat something before he went to bed. He’s looking for his gastritis medicine in the kitchen cabinets. He’s ransacking his medicine stocks, he holds his painful abdomen psychologically relief his stomach pain. He needs it fast before the dinner with his new neighbour.
He founds the tablets and quickly gets himself a glass of water. He consumes it and let’s it settle down in his stomach—neutralize the acid. He checks his phone looking at the time— he has an hour left before dinner. He thinks about his neighbour, Kim Jongdae, age unknown, had an adopted daughter, a small figure guy, smiles like an adorable little kitten and he’s very gentle with Aecha. That guy is promising him something. He renders Lu Han a feeling of home, comfort and needed. He can’t be sure of that—his mind and heart cope inside loneliness for a long time. Sometimes he’s desperate for companions in his dull life. He’s 28 years old— he’s tired to be friends with benefits or one-night stand from the clubs. He wants to settle down, anchored on someone and he wants to have a purpose to live for. Every time he wakes up, he wanted a person who’s there beside him in the bed with him—looking forward to live together.
He can’t hitch because he’s gay and same sex marriage haven’t been approved by the government in his country. But he can married without a marriage certificate to legalise their relationship. However he hasn’t met his potential partner. Every blind date he went was sexcapades and nothing serious, even though Lu Han craved for it and he wanted to be in commitment. His partner detests the idea of being forever.
Lu Han sighs— he won’t be young for a long time. Maybe he should take Jongdae’s advice—adopt a daughter or a son. Jongdae and Aecha are so happy being with each other, without a maternal figure. Then again it will be lovely if they’re his family. Jongdae is a good looking guy—he’s dashing cum adorable. And Lu Han had a thing with guys who’s smaller than him and has soft features. Jongdae is perfect A-list in his ideal guy—almost though. He doesn’t know if Jongdae even digs on dicks. And again he’s daydreaming about impossible fantasy with his new neighbour that he barely knows each other.
Dinner will be soon and Lu Han thought to himself it’s impolite to come over with an empty hand. He goes to his pantry and rummaging through his liquor rack—Moët & Chandon champagne. He had been saving this for a special celebration and why not shares it with Jongdae. It’s been a year he bought this luxury champagne and it’s time to drink it. He can’t wait another year to wait to drink it with someone special to him. Jongdae is his neighbour—it will be nice to bond with him.
Jongdae to be frankly, he is agitated for dinner today. He doesn’t cook. Apparently he calls for delivery to show up with his ordered food. He was too busy re-arranged the decorations in his new home and unpacks his and Aecha’s stuff. He didn’t have enough time to buy groceries and cook a decent meal for them. He hopes Lu Han doesn’t mind.
He’s serving the food on the platters. Aecha is in the bathroom getting ready for dinner. It is 6pm, Jongdae take a final look of his work on set up the table for dinner. The food smells and look appetizing, that’s good. He’s proud of it.
ding dong
“Ah, Lu Han is punctual.” Jongdae walks across the living room to the main door and punches the pass code to unlock the door. He opens it, Lu Han in his all glory dress in comfy plain beige sweatshirt and skinny jeans. He’s holding a bottle of champagne and a box of cupcakes on the other hand. Jongdae’s heart flutters. Lu Han is looking very different from this morning they met. His ash blonde hair is parted ways, his face is back in colours and he sees sparkles in his eyes. He’s so refreshed and handsome. Jongdae blushes to be this close with an extreme hot guy. “Hi there Jongdae, I brought a fine champagne for you and chocolate fudge cupcakes for Aecha.” Lu Han smiles— Oh Lord, Jongdae’s head is dizzy. Lu Han is messing with his hormones. Jongdae wants to kiss him on the spot but that’ll be inappropriate. He restrains himself from doing stupid things on Lu Han, even it’s hard to not jump on him immediately. He doesn’t want to scare off his new hot Chinese member.
“Hey Jongdae, are you all right? Your face is red. Do you get yourselves a fever?” Lu Han asks— his smooth, velvety and gentle voice. Jongdae is having a hard time to breathe properly. Deep voice is sexy but gentle voice is Jongdae’s deal. “No, I’m fine nothing to worry about. Come in Lu Han, you’re must be starving.” Jongdae averts his gaze from Lu Han and takes the gifts as he let Lu Han enter the house. Lu Han slips off his shoes at the threshold. “Hey, why don’t you stay here for champagne after Aecha goes to bed? I’ve been craving for some liquor in my system and it would be nice to drink with you. I’m sorry I don’t drink in front of Aecha.” Jongdae leads him to the dining table and Lu Han follows him from behind. “Sure, I won’t mind at all.” He replies.
“How old are you Jongdae?” Lu Han take a bite of his orange chicken. “I’m 27 years old.” Lu Han hums and picks a couple of fried tofu with his chopsticks, eats it. Jongdae puts more chunks of chicken and bits of tofu in Aecha’s bowl. She smiles brightly and says thank you. Lu Han is impressed by her polite attitude. “Where do you work at, Lu Han?” Jongdae takes a sip of orange juice. Lu Han swallows the food and retorts. “I work at Peking University, as a head librarian, translator and books editor. Sometimes I’m interpreter in certain event. How about you? Travelling so far from South Korea, for what?” He focuses on Jongdae. “I got a new job as an engineer in electronic and technology industry, here.” Jongdae’s voice waver a bit because Lu Han’s eyes on him are so intense, he doesn’t want to break down especially Aecha is around him. “Wow, an engineer. That’s fascinating. I thought you’re a teacher at international institute. Your Mandarin is quite good except the weird accent, for a person who is first time staying in this country.” Lu Han purses his lips.
Jongdae’s breathe hitches— Lu Han is making his heart thumping immensely wild inside his ribcage. His cheeks are flushing. Lu Han’s voice is melting him and his compliments are so sweet, he is becoming a puddle of goo. “I take Mandarin language class back in elementary school until college years. It’s like my second language for me.” And then Aecha interrupts them. “Appa is so smart. I want to be like appa one day.” She giggles— she claps her petite hand in excitement. Lu Han chuckles, “I can teach you Mandarin if you want to, Aecha.” She grins widely and squeals. “I want to learn Mr. Lu Han, Please?” Jongdae pinches her smooth cheeks. “He wants to help you, baby. Say thank you.” Her baby teeth are showing and also her ample apple cheeks.
“Thank you Mr. Lu Han. I’ll study hard.” She doesn’t stop smiling and it’s contagious—Lu Han smiles gleefully. He likes this feeling, to be having faith by someone. Jongdae watches both of them and he understands what he wants in his life.
They spend time eating dinner together while Lu Han teaches Aecha basic Mandarin and having a good time laughing at her silliness. The adults tease the girl—her reactions are priceless and entertaining for them. Aecha doesn’t take it seriously because she knows her father loves her, but she doesn’t know Mr. Lu Han. He’s always happy and smiles a lot like her father when Lu Han talks to her.
“Mr. Lu Han, do you love me?” sudden silence envelopes the atmosphere. Jongdae freezes in his seat. Lu Han is flabbergasted, he glances at Jongdae—no answer. He turns back to Aecha. He gulps, is it appropriate to tell her he loves her in front of Jongdae’s face? She’s just a kid what harm will be done, right? He isn’t paedophile but he doesn’t know Jongdae will believe him.
“Aecha, why are you asking Mr. Lu Han like that? Am I not good enough for you?” Jongdae pouts. Aecha frantically apologise at him. “Appa, of course you’re the best. I love you, don’t be sad.” Lu Han munches the omelette in his bowl, watching the father and daughter in their sitcom. Jongdae kisses her cheek. “I’m just joking with you. It’s already 8pm, better finish up your food. And then brush your teeth and wash your face, it’s almost your bed time.” Jongdae picks up her bowl and starts to feed her, to prevent further mess and helps her to eat properly.
Lu Han chugs down his orange juice and wipe off the dirt at the corner of his lips with the back of his hand—it’s unhygienic but it’s an old habit.
“Appa, can I sleep late tonight? I want to watch Hello Jadoo, please appa?” Aecha dons in her nightdress sitting at the centre of her single bed, pleading Jongdae to allow her to watch TV. Jongdae sighs. She only acts this behaviour when someone comes over to their house. And Lu Han is staying a bit longer—they planned to drink when Aecha sleeps. Jongdae ponders and decides the three of them can enjoy family TV cartoon together after a nice dinner. He hopes Lu Han is ok with Aecha’s request.
“I don’t mind, I like to watch cartoons. Are you sure you can stay up to watch TV without falling asleep, Aecha?” Lu Han seats in the couch, Aecha climbs up to seat beside him. She makes herself comfortable in the couch. “I won’t, I’m a big girl now!” Jongdae plops beside Aecha, he turns on the TV with the remote. “I bet you’ll be asleep before this show ends, baby.” Jongdae nonchalantly teased her. Lu Han chortles, typical kids.
It is half past eight. Aecha is on Jongdae’s lap sleeping. Jongdae rocks her slowly and pats her little bum, it is magical touch that lull his baby girl to sleep. Lu Han watches her curls up in foetus position in her father’s lap—such a sight. The TV is forgotten by them, Jongdae is immersed in singing lullaby his baby girl, Aecha dozed off far to her dreamland and Lu Han’s eyes are on Aecha.
“It seems no one is interested on the show.” Lu Han breaks the silence. Jongdae strokes Aecha’s bangs on sideways. He glances to his side gaze into Lu Han’s eyes. Lu Han cracks an awkward smile. “Aecha is an adorable kid. She’s so tired.” Lu Han says.
Jongdae gingerly winds his hand behind Aecha’s head, lifts her up from his lap. She settles her head carefully facing on his shoulder and an arm secured under her bums. His legs had given up on him when he tries to stand up. His legs are numb because of lack circulation— Aecha’s weight hinders it. “Oh Lord, my legs are tingling. I hate this.” He sighs and laughs a bit because it’s very ticklish. He thrust his legs upward motion. He grimaced because it’s an intense tingling sensation. Lu Han guffaws, Jongdae’s expression is cute for a 27 years old man.
“Let me take her to the bedroom. You just relax and take your time with your legs.” Lu Han offers himself to tuck in Aecha.
“Ah, I’m sorry Lu Han. I owe you big time.”
Lu Han comes closer to him and take Aecha from Jongdae’s embrace. He wraps his arms around her small figure and wobbly stands on his feet. He checks her, nuzzling against him. His heart clenched at the sight, such a precious little girl. “I’ll set up the glasses for the drinks. She’s a heavy sleeper, don’t worry about it.” Jongdae groans in pain when he curls his toes. He’s stimulating the circulation back to normal. “Ah, I forgot. Her room is on your right...Ah...shit.” He moans, hisses at the sting pain when he reflex his leg muscle. Lu Han leaves the living room quickly to the bedroom, his groin is acting weird—Jongdae’s moan is sexual!
“God, this champagne is so fine! It’s been two years the last time I drink alcohol.” Jongdae pours himself another round of champagne. Lu Han swirls his wine glass in a steady motion and observe the bubbles rise up onto the surface. He sniffs it and takes a sip from it—crisp, sour and a bit sweet. He likes his champagne taste sweeter than this but it’s hard to find it. “Are you obstinate yourself from alcohol?” Lu Han asks, he holds his glass on top of his lap. Jongdae turns his body at Lu Han—his right leg folds in the couch and his other leg dangling at the edge of the couch. “Aecha is a minor. I can’t be drunk when I’m around her.” Jongdae laughs faintly.
“You’re a thoughtful parent indeed.”
“Thank you.”
Lu Han gulps down his drink to the last drop in the glass. His throat burns by drinking champagne in a rush. He clears his throat and swallows his saliva to recede the pain. He sighs, grabs the dark green moss bottle to pour another round of glass. He tastes the wine, swirls it to awake the flavour of it. Jongdae observes Lu Han’s side profile— his nose is straight and pointy at its tip. His jaw is defined and sharp angular. His eyelashes are long and volume. His lips are red and wet from constant drinking champagne. Jongdae’s head is dizzy, either the alcohol is kicking in or Lu Han is so pretty.
“Are you single, Lu Han” Jongdae huffs on the rim of the glass.
“Pity, yes I am.” He says gravely. Lu Han leans back against the couch, his head tilts up resting on the headrest. He turns his head at Jongdae, he smiles lazily. Jongdae squints his eyes at Lu Han. “You’re a big fat liar.” He accuses Lu Han. Any person who isn’t blind wouldn’t believe Lu Han is still in the market. He chugs down the whole drink and fetch the alcohol beverage for another round, again. Lu Han snorts. “Says the person who has a daughter when you, yourself look like a twink—such a paternal figure.” He smirks smugly.
Jongdae frowns, “What are you saying? Twink, what in the world is that thing?” He glares at Lu Han hope it will penetrates through his soul. Lu Han wiggles his eyebrows. “It means young cute guys. It’s an American gay slang. I don’t mean it to you for real. But you’re skinny and pretty, you could be one.” He jokes. Jongdae is fuming in rage, he doesn’t like when people labels him as effeminate. He’s masculine as hell despite his maternal instinct is influencing himself. “Well, you’re a twink too. You look like a girl. No wonder, girls aren’t interested in you.” He replies harshly. Lu Han chokes on the sparkling wine, his body jolts forward—almost spills his drink. He coughs loudly and takes a long breath. He cackles so hard, he has tears in his eyes. Jongdae is astonished, Lu Han is a weirdo—hot weirdo.
“Of course girls aren’t sexually attracted to me because I’m not into chicks. And maybe I’m a twink, a hot alpha twink.” He winks at Jongdae.
“You’re gay?” Jongdae asks him, breathless.
Lu Han isn’t offended by it. He’s used to that reaction more than a decade. He sips his drink. “Yeah, I like male sexually and romantically.” He doesn’t falter telling his sexual orientation.
Jongdae is squealing and flailing inside of him. Lu Han is gay—he’s living in a dream. The golden opportunity is right in front of him. A gay bachelor is sitting next to him. Jongdae has set his eyes on him right after Lu Han comes to his doorstep. So, it’s ok if he wants to get on him?
“That’s wonderful, I understand you because I’m gay too. Coincidence aren’t we?” Jongdae is testing the water, he doesn’t want to be pushover or too fast to get into his pants.
“There’s no such thing about coincidence, it is fate.” Lu Han sets down the glass on the coffe table across him. He scoots back in the couch. Jongdae’s face is flushing hard, crimson red paints on his cheeks. He knocks back his champagne and goes another round, again. He needs alcohol to make him loose. He’s flustered, alone with Lu Han. “So, your type is twink then?” Jongdae empties half of his glass, he hiccups and burps—that’s embarrassing. Bubbles are rising up in his stomach. Lu Han cackles, Jongdae is proven a cute twink. “Yeah, twink is my type.” He replies airily.
Jongdae drinks the leftover in his glass until its empty. He hoists his wine glass and ejaculates. “This drink is so good!” He falls on his back in the couch, he clumsily slips the glass from his grasp and the glass collides on the soft, downy carpet. “I’m drunk already. I’m not used to drink four glasses of wine, straight! My tummy is feeling weird, it’s the bubbles.” He hiccups, his body jolts and back to limp. “Am I your twink Lu Han?” He slurs, he nudges his foot on Lu Han’s toned thigh.
Lu Han holds Jongdae’s foot and put on pressure under his foot. “Maybe you are. You’re my type.” He massages Jongdae’s cold foot. “You should wear socks often. Your foot is really cold.” Jongdae wiggles his toe to pry out from Lu Han’s grasp. “Stop it. It tickles.” Jongdae whimpers.
“Do you like me? It’s too fast for this, right?” Jongdae stares up at the white, plain ceiling. He crosses his arms on top of his stomach. It is too fast Lu Han said to himself. It is chemistry, he’s comfortable with him. Jongdae traces Lu Han’s thigh with his toe. He heaves a sigh, audibly. “I promise myself to not falling for someone at first sight. It’s hard when I’m just ‘zap’ with someone instantly and he is interested with me. Of course, I didn’t play hard. But that didn’t mean I’ve low standard. I asked him to go out, couple of dates and then when both parties were consent to move to the next level of relationship—go for it.”
“And then I gave everything that I have to him because I need him to love him. I thought if I make the effort to show my love to him, he would stay and cherish me.” Jongdae stops, he’s in the moment of silence. He continues, “And then I saw him kissing another guy at his house, on our dinner date. I realised, I was an idiot and he was an asshole. He’s still an asshole, forever. He took an advantage of me. I shouldn’t give him everything when he gave me nothing. Love isn’t to convince other to stay but—to give and to take.” Lu Han hums, he listens to him. He’s there for Jongdae.
“I was a total wreck back then. Heartbreak, I was with him for three years. My daily life was him by my side. The day he left and didn’t turn back, was the day my heart bleeding. My life was downhill. Family and friends tried to help me recovered, but I can’t because the half of my heart was taken away by a douche bag.”
“One day, my colleague recommends me to adopt a child. I don’t know what he was thinking about that time. But he insist me to give it a try, he promised it would change my life. I like kids but I’m not sure if I’m capable to take him or her under my wings. I went to the orphanage, I found love again. Aecha give back the half of my heart that had been lost. She makes me smile every day. She’s an angel. And since then, I forgot about my ex and I’m looking forward to stay and share love with Aecha. She’s my life. I told myself, if a guy loves my baby girl and protects her—he’s my type.”
Jongdae sits up and scoots closer to Lu Han. He puts his hand on Lu Han’s thigh, caressing it sensually. Lu Han looks down on his thigh. He’s feeling the heat already—his crotch is stirring in excitement. Lu Han doesn’t dare to look at him in the eyes. Jongdae is this close, his hand is rubbing on his groin and his lips are barely touching his earlobe. “The way you care Aecha, is so sexy. If I’m your type and you’re my type, are we soulmate?” Jongdae whispers in his sultry voice. He licks and nips Lu Han’s ear. Lu Han is shivering down his spine and blood rushes down to his south region. He clenches both of his hands on his sides, restraining his lust desire. He must control, he can’t take advantage of Jongdae. He’s drunk for god sake!
Jongdae doesn’t like it when Lu Han ignores his bold actions. He doesn’t misread the signals, right? He tries to push Lu Han’s button with his dirty talk skill. “Don’t be so shy Lu Han, I’m open for you.” He slides his hand from Lu Han’s groin down to his bulge, he’s hard and big—Jongdae is a size queen. Fuck, Lu Han had laid the last time was more than a year after his last break up. Jongdae’s sinful touches giving him goosebumps and his low, sexy voice dirty talk to him—he wants to fuck deep inside of him.
Jongdae hears Lu Han’s grunts. It’s making him hornier than he is now. He’s peppering kisses on his jaw trailing down on his column neck. He inhales Lu Han’s musk scent—manly twink, heh. Jongdae laps over it and sucks it while he pressured Lu Han’s bulge on the heel of his palm. Jongdae nibbles a small portion of Lu Han’s pale neck. Lu Han verbalise his moans and Jongdae is elated that he’s enjoying this. Lu Han puts his hand on top of Jongdae’s hand, squeezing his hard dick. He leads Jongdae’s hand rubbing on his bulge. He thrusts his hips towards the satisfaction touches. Jongdae is proud for making Lu Han desperate and horny. He mouthed kisses along his neck upwards, back again at his red ears and whispers seductively.
“Do you like it, Lu Han? I can pleasure you more in my room.” He licks his ear shell.
Lu Han snaps his head at Jongdae, he hits his nose at Jongdae’s soft lips and a stripe of saliva stains at the tip of his nose. “I’m so sorry. I just want to kiss you.” Lu Han stutters, he cups Jongdae face and inspects any minor injury on his. Jongdae giggles, “You almost busted my lips.” He licks his lips— he leans forward to seal a kiss with Lu Han. He puckers up his lips and press against Lu Han’s soft, small lips. He starts off with innocent pecks and later Lu Han becomes bold and horny, he pushes Jongdae’s head intensify their passionate kiss. He gently sinks in his teeth on Jongdae’s luscious lower lip. He tugs it deliberately and collides back again on Jongdae’s moist lips. He licks Jongdae’s swollen lips and sucks it hard—Jongdae is melting inside and his lower region is stimulated—Lu Han’s kiss is a sex mouth to mouth— imagines when it’s real sex.
Lu Han slips his right hand underneath Jongdae’s shirt and thumb over his hard nubs. Jongdae moans lewdly, Lu Han twists and pulls it. He rubs his perky nipples between his thumb and forefinger, creating hot friction. Jongdae mewls at the contact. He moves his hips back and fro to relief the hardness of his cock. Lu Han attacks his mouth slightly violent, enters Jongdae’s wet, hot cavern. He swipes his tongue over his dental and enamel. Jongdae hangs his jaw open, submissive to Lu Han—let him devour his oral cavity. Lu Han’s tongue muscle runs over Jongdae’s and they wrestle tongue against tongue. Lu Han snakes his hands around Jongdae’s slender waist, pulling him closer to him. Body clashes together, rubs against each other. Lu Han lowers his hand down on Jongdae’s soft buttocks, slips inside his pants and grabs the ass—skin on skin. He squeezes the soft, supple skin. Jongdae sneaks his hand on Lu Han’s crotch, unbutton and pulls off his zipper down. Lu Han is being needy. He is lusting to ravish every inch of Jongdae’s body. He sucks Jongdae’s tongue like a vacuum while his fingers are ghosting over his ass crack.
Jongdae shoves Lu Han’s shoulder, gaze into his half-lidded eyes. He catches his breath and leans down his ass against Lu han’s fingers dug in the gap between his cheeks. He moans in satisfaction and swivels his hip. Lu Han groans, Jongdae is being sexy and bold. Jongdae smirks, looking at him with his lusty eyes ready to pounds on him any second.
“I’m so tight. I haven’t been fuck for two years. Can you imagine the tightness of my hole? I know your big dick want to taste a virgin ass again. I would like to be tearing apart by your hard, big, delicious cock. How would it taste in my mouth, though?” He bites his lower lip sexily. Lu Han can’t believe his neighbour, a father to a five years old daughter, is acting slutty like it’s his alter ego. “Jongdae you’re so drunk, I can’t believe I’m doing this to you.” Lu Han confesses his guilt. Make out and having are two different things, he doesn’t want to take advantage of him. Jongdae rolls his eyes. “I’m here begging you to fuck me and you’re acting timid because I’m drunk? I’m doing this so, I can grow some balls to get you in bed with me.” He sasses and narrows his eyes. He stands up from the couch. He hauls Lu Han to stand up with him.
“Are you changing your mind now? I’m giving you the chance right before your eyes.” Jongdae leave a chaste kiss on Lu Han’s cheek.
It’s not everyday he can go sleep with any guy because 1)he’s picky with his type and Jongdae meets all the expectations. 2) He’s done with clubbing life and wanted to seek serious relationship. Jongdae is serious enough to be his potential partner (Aecha as a proof) and that’s like win a lottery.
“Show me your room then.” He dares Jongdae.
Both of them are struggling to take off their clothes from each other in the centre of the bed. The room is lit dimly, but Lu Han can see Jongdae’s flawless figure perfectly. The moonlight showers pass through the window in the room and shines Jongdae erotic face. It feels cheesy, however Lu Han appreciates the beauty in Jongdae.
As Lu Han pulls the waistband of Jongdae’s underwear, Jongdae swats his hand instantly. “No, I don’t want to come off easily. I want to suck you first. So, enjoy the show.” Lu Han shuts his mouth and watching Jongdae’s spine curls, his ass high in the air and his head is at his crotch. Jongdae mouthed on Lu Han’s clothed member, he hums—sending vibration to his sensitive, hard cock. Lu Han can resist himself from touching Jongdae or force him by pushing his head down, sucking his throbbing penis. Hegrab himself a handful of his globes and thrust him forward— smothers on his cock.
Jongdae is turned on tenfold by Lu Han manhandles him. And he likes to watch Lu Han is impatient because of him. He drags Lu Han’s tight brief, Lu Han lifts his hip up to get rid off his under garments. Jongdae gasps— he’s stunned by the size and hardness of Lu Han’s cock. He wraps his hand around Lu Han’s cock—swollen to the fullest, veins are visible and it’s very warm. He licks the slit, dragging his wet tongue across it—Lu Han shudders. Jongdae likes to tease his partner over the edge— he dips again his tingue on the slit in fast momentum—flicks his tongue profusely. Lu Han growls, he wants more than just a touch on his slit. He wants tightness around his cock, heat that stimulates his orgasm. He tugs a fistful of Jongdae’s hair separate him from his cock—Jongdae whines. Lu Han moves his hand Jongdae’s hair and slips his thumb pass inside his glistening lips.
“I thought you want to suck my cock. I want your mouth on my cock not your tongue, little kitten.” Lu Han hisses, Jongdae curls his moist tongue the pad of his thumb. Lu Han jerks his thumb out from Jongdae’s mouth. “Shit, if you want to suck. You should suck my cock just like you said from the beginning. You want to flaunt your blowjob skill.” Lu Han looks down at him, unwavering eye contact. He strokes himself for a couple of time to relief the slight pain and guides the head on Jongdae’s lips. Jongdae is willingly open his mouth and takes the head like a good boy.
Lu Han sighs in satisfaction, finally some real action. He patiently waits Jongdae to move on. Jongdae laps the pre-cum oozing out from the slits and hollows his cheeks, sucking off the head with maximum suction. Lu Han curses under his breath because the pleasure rush at the end of it, Jongdae gnawed gently on the sensitive mushroom head and sucks it maintain the same pressure. He wraps his hand at the base of Lu Han’s penis. He strokes it up and down in steady motion and his mouth lowers down on his length and grips the base tightly—sadly Jongdae isn’t fond of the idea deepthroat, it’s his deal breaker. Lu Han throws his head back— the heat is too intense. He’s too excited to been blow and getting laid after a year with his right hand. He can’t last his orgasm if Jongdae is keen to pleasure him with his kitten lips. He doesn’t want to end his night coming inside Jongdae’s mouth, he wants to fuck his virgin-like-ass.
Jongdae bobs his head up and down on Lu Han’s cock. He scrapes the foreskin part with his teeth when he halts at the tip of the length and sinks down again—sucking like a champ. His hand doesn’t falter stroking the base—he can’t deep throat! Correspond with his blowing speed. Lu Han screws his eyes shut, concentrating to prolong his orgasm. Jongdae release the cock with obnoxious pop sound and pumps the collected saliva at the head, lubricates it down to the base. He strengthens his grip on it and jerks it. He leers at Lu Han—his eyes didn’t dare to witness the scene. Jongdae smirks, he wants to push Lu Han’s buttons and he attacks Lu Han’s blue balls.
Lu Han gasps loudly, he lets his guard down and Jongdae is taking advantage of it. He clenches his teeth, toes are curling up—Jongdae is taking his scrotal, both in his mouth—accommodate the sacs inside his mouth. He nuzzles his nose into the pubic hair. Lu Han can’t take it anymore, he spanks Jongdae’s ass with a hard impact and it jiggles afterward. Jongdae instantly sits up—distanced himself from Lu Han’s junk.
Lu Han looks at him dumbfounded, Jongdae gives him the same stare and everything is quite. Jongdae isn’t offended by Lu Han’s previous action, he’s genuinely surprise. His ex never did that to him—not he’s complaining but it’s sexually aroused him. He loves to be manhandled and boy, Lu Han do it so damn well. Jongdae doesn’t break off the eye contact but he doesn’t reflect the fear in it. Lu Han deems Jongdae is shy because he starts to crawl back to him.
“Stop, don’t move.” Lu Han adamantly orders Jongdae. And surprisingly Jongdae obligates the instruction. “I’d enough of you sucking me, if you’re a cock slut desperately need my cock. How about appreciate my big cock more than your sweet mouth. Show me how do you treat your affection object, babe.” Lu Han spreads his legs and continue to stroke his dick lazily, keeping up his dick hard and awake. Jongdae drools at the sight— he’s beyond turn on by Lu Han’s sexy dirty talk.
Jongdae stands up, feet plant on the bed and strips his brief. He chucks his brief on the floor somewhere around nearby his mattress. He is naked as the day he was born. He jumps off from the bed and heads towards to the nightstand. He pulls the drawer open—a bottle of lube and a box of rilakkuma condoms, Chanyeol gave it to him on his last day in Korea (fuck Chanyeol and his sex fetish with bears) Finally he has the chance to consume it—Not on him but Lu Han. He grabs them along with him to the bed.
Jongdae climbs back in the bed. He stacks up his pillows on the headboard as Lu Han ogles at Jongdae’s perky butts. Jongdae laid on his back and get comfy in his fluffy pillows. Lu Han crawls closer towards him, eyes fill in with desire. Jongdae is so hot being so needy and ready for him. He’s spreading his legs enticingly. He puts a pillow under his rear—showing his ass and easy access for his hole. Lu Han can’t keep himself from touching Jongdae’s boy’s pussy. He stuck his forefinger against Jongdae’s asshole. Jongdae mewls, he tugs his neglected cock. He is a bit mad at Lu Han because he’s hard and he doesn’t have any decency to give him a handjob. But Jongdae has another job for Lu Han to pleasure him.
He hits Lu Han’s arm with the bottle of lube because Lu Han is too interested with Jongdae’s asshole—teasing him by tracing around his hole, jerk. Lu Han retracts his hand from it and his eyes wander, looking for the object collides on his arm. “My ass is not a vagina. If you want to fuck me with your dry finger make sure it’s lube up. I don’t want to get bleed in the middle of prep me before we go for intercourse.” Jongdae glares at him. Lu Han leans down on Jongdae and pecks on his cheek lovingly. “Alright, only for you princess.” He takes the bottle and uncaps it. He squirts some of the liquid on to his fingers. He massages his fingers, spreads the lube evenly.
“Open wide for me princess.” Lu Han wiggles his eyebrows—pervert.
“You’re so cheesy.” Jongdae hooks his arms at the back of his knees and spreads his ass cheeks—his pink hole is in the view. Lu Han squirts the lube on his ass, dripping down to his hole. Lu Han smears it around the rim. Jongdae convulses at the coldness of the lube. Lu Han carefully weasels his forefinger in into his tight-pink-hole. As the whole finger is deep inside Jondae’s rectum, Jongdae remains composed about it. It seems his body memory is dealing with this very well.
Lu Han looks at Jongdae’s lewd expression, he smirks and he inserts another finger. To his bewilderment, Jongdae is so relaxed—better than he rejects it. He pushes his fingers deeper and deeper. Jongdae pulls back his knees on to his chest, withering when Lu Han pulling his fingers out and thrust back with force inside of him and shoves them deeper, reaching for his prostate. Lu Han scissors his fingers, stretching Jongdae’s wall. Jongdae moans and let go of his weak legs. His hands wander on his abdomen, drags them up to his dusty, pink nubs. He pinches his nipples enhancing his arousal state. Lu Han pumps his fingers in fast pace and deeper until it hits on Jongdae’s prostate—small bump inside of him. In the midst of Jongdae’s moans and groans, Lu Han plays with Jongdae’s cock that curls up on his stomach, glistens with precum. Of course Jongdae is begging him to touch him everywhere to satisfy him. Lu Han is amused with Jongdae’s boldness. He’s thrashing his head side to side because Jongdae can’t wait for more. Lu Han knows that face, mouth parted a bit—gasping and mewls, loving being touched erotically. Lu Han fucks him for a while with his two fingers, curling them, scrapes along the moist, heat walls. And his left hand swirls at the head of Jongdae’s cock. Jongdae wants to scream, Lu Han is going to make him come here and now. “Stop it Lu Han, I don’t want to come when you haven’t fuck me yet, douche!” He snarls, trying to threaten Lu Han and get straight to the real sex.
Lu Han snickers, he plainly ignore Jongdae’s anger (He looks like a cute grumpy cat) He inserts his third finger and fucks him so hard and deep, Jongdae has tears in his eyes. He is not going to last long. Lu Han press his body against him and leans down on his left ear—whispers lowly. “Do you like it? It’s so tight I can’t imagine when my big cock sinks in balls deep into your tight ass?” Jongdae whimpers, the tought of Lu Han’s big size dick terrorize his ass—he needs Lu Han to wreck him.
Lu Han sits up and continue to pumps his fingers inside his already red and swollen rim. He turns around his wrist, spins his fingers and press on the prostate and lingers there for a moment. Jongdae is on the peak, Lu han is an asshole. Jongdae roams his hands searching for the lube so he can masturbate himself when Lu Han is teasing him until he’s a mess before the intercourse. But before Jongdae can grab the bottle, Lu Han gets it first and waves the bottle to taunt Jongdae indecisive. Jongdae doesn’t take shit when he’s horny he grabs a foil of condom and literally hits it on Lu Han’s pretty face.
Lu Han yelps at the sudden impact and JOngdae laughs—serves him right. Lu Han grunts, “What the hell Jongdae? If you want to be fuck so badly you don’t need to smack the condom on my face. What if I get blind?” He shouts angrily. He pulls out his wet fingers rather forcefully. Jongdae just gives him his infamous, mischievous look.
“If you’re blind I’ll ride you like a cowgirl on her horse.” Jongdae says airily. Lu han almost get a heart attack when he hears it. Jongdae then continues, “But that’s for another day, today I want you to show how much an alpha you are.” Jongdae turns around and he’s on his hands and knees, ass high up in the air—wiggling on Lu Han’s face.
This is not what he expected after many days cope inside his office room, staring at the LED screens for many hours. Coming back home met a cute twink neighbour, ate dinner with him and his precious daughter. And here he is with his neighbour begging to be fuck wild and rough. Lu Han wants to cry in happiness because this is the best thing could ever happen to him and Jongdae said another day. Is that means they’re more than neighbours across the corridor? Lu Han is in euphoria. He quickly rips off the foil and rolls down on his length. He wants to show how much he likes Jongdae and appreciates him. He strokes his penis, lubricates it. He guides it towards Jongdae ass crack. He playfully slides his penis between his cheeks.
“Lu han just fuck me, stop with the foreplay. I’m going to jerk myself off and leave you blue balls.” Jongdae growls, he muffles his voice in his pillow. Lu Han lowers himself to kiss those cute, round butts. Jongdae whines in embarrassment. Lu Han is too cheesy.
Lu Han stand on his knees and positioned his cock on Jongdae’s awaited ass. He pulls apart his cheeks and slowly and patiently puts the head of his cock slips inside his boy’s pussy. Jongdae is overwhelmed by the burn from the stretch, he sniffles—he wraps his hand around himself to get on the right mood. It’s painful, but he wants the sex. He needs to focus himself on the pleasure part. Lu Han groans at the tightness. He can’t bear it too, he slaps Jongdae’s cheek. “Jongdae try to relax a bit I’m dying here.” Jongdae meekly obeys it, he encourages himself to relax and open up. Lu Han shoves his length until it reaches to the base. Both of his hands grip at his hips—imprint his fingers. It will bruise after this but it’s going to be bloom like a beautiful flower.
He groans, Jongdae contracts his wall and Lu Han pulling out his throbbing cock slowly and re-enters it again with a sharp slam. Jongdae jerks forward and he cries in ecstasy. He tighten his grips on his pillow, he pants and moans wantonly—Lu Han pounds into him without mercy.
“Don’t go soft on me, I’m not a virgin.” He turns his head over his shoulder. Lu Han clutches on Jongdae’s hips and snaps his hips back inside it. He leans down on Jongdae’s expanse pale back and leaves a trail of adoring kisses along his spine. He maintains his pelvic thrust in the same rhythm. Jongdae grinds his hips against Lu Han’s crotch and wiggles his ass asking for more intrusion inside of him.
“Lu Han fuck me hard, fuck me fast and hard. Please Lu Han.” Jongdae begs him and he relax himself on his upper body, rest his head on his arms. He pushes his ass in air—Lu Han hugs him from the back and nosing on Jongdae’s sweaty neck. He’s thrusting his groin harder and deeper into Jongdae’s tight, hot ass. Jongdae curves his spine into a bow and Lu Han adjust himself on his back, kissing and sucking his neck—Jongdae clenches his wall around his pulsing dick. Lu Han moves his hand skitter on Jongdae’s sensitive nipples. He flicks them furiously and Lu Han licks a stripe on his neighbour’s moist, wet neck—sweat and saliva all mixed up. Jongdae muffles his loud, sultry moans in his pillow. He whimpers, feeling his orgasm is building up to its peak. Lu Han is sweltering, he groans on Jongdae’s flaming ears. He rocks his hips back and forth in rough tandem. Jongdae chokes on his moans. Lu Han’s dick is hammering right on his abused prostate. Jongdae’s body is buzzing in rush of adrenaline, he runs his hand down on his navel reaching for his curved penis. It’s slicking with its pre-cum.
He thumbs his slit and sliding down his cock. He’s working himself getting off because Lu Han is plunging deep inside himself merciless.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum. You’re so good Jongdae. Your sweet ass is taking my dick so well like a real cock slut. I’m going to come inside of you.” He whispers, voice thick. Jongdae increase his speed on jerking himself. He verbalise his needs to come, Lu Han kisses his shoulder and lowers his hand down—joining with Jongdae to get him off.
Lu Han spills his semen inside his condom and Jongdae milks his flaccid cock. He lazily thrusts his penis, rides off his orgasm before pulling it out. He pays attention to Jongdae’s dick. He encircled it, exerts more force and pressures to do the trick. And finally Jongdae soiled his bed sheet—cum dripping. He collapses on his bed. He doesn’t care the sticky cum smears on his navel. He’s fatigue after for the first time sex in two years. Lu Han is a true gentleman, instead of squishing on Jongdae’s back he gets up to the bathroom—washing his body and cleanse off the semen from his body.
He returns to the master bedroom with a wet cloth. He sits at the edge of the bed and gently rolls Jongdae laid on his back. He wipes off the semi dry semen on his navel, he hums and inspects is there any residue semen on him.
“I don’t have any spare sheets.” Jongdae listlessly declares. Lu Han laughs heartily. “It’s ok you can borrow mine or take it forever.” He leans down to kiss Jongdae’s lips. He isn’t supposed to that, their relationship is not clarified. But he’s tempted to be intimate with him. Jongdae splits his face into a smile—sincere and lovely. Lu Han is in bliss. “So we are boyfriends?” He asks. Jongdae closes his eyes, thinking and came out with a stern answer. “No, I don’t do boyfriends when I’ve a daughter. I’m looking for someone for me and her. And I think you would love to be substantial for her too.” He pushes up his damp fringe and rest the back of his hand on his forehead.
Lu Han can’t be happier than this, “Potential husband sounds pretty good to me.” He seals the deal with another kiss.
“Mr. Lu Han, wake up it is breakfast time!” Lu Han yawns and stretches his limbs out—splays across the bed. He pushes aside the heavy duvet and sits up in the bed—still yawning. “Mr. Lu Han hurry up, I’m hungry let’s eat breakfast together.” Lu Han ceased, he’s searching for the voice and there’s Aecha stands at the end of the bed in his nightdress. He looks down on himself—he isn’t naked and that’s a relief. He borrowed an oversized t-shirt and a boxer from Jongdae before he went to bed yesterday.” He rubs his blurry eyes with the side of his index finger and smile wryly at cheerful Aecha.
“Good morning Aecha, where’s appa?” He gets off from the bed, barefoot touching the cold floor. He walks closer to Aecha and he instinctively carries her like it’s his daily routine. Aecha doesn’t protest it and sidles against Lu Han’s broad shoulder. “Appa is preparing breakfast in the kitchen. I was taking care of you while appa is out buying groceries. Are you proud of me?” She grins. It’s funny when the table turns, she watches him while he’s sleeping. “I’m proud of you. Thank you Aecha.” He pats her cheeks.
Jongdae is cleaning the countertop—he made grilled cheese, fluffy scrambled eggs, sausage, baked beans and toasted English muffin—Served on individual plates for three. He opens the fridge fetches a carton of fresh orange juices and chocolate milk.
“Appa, Mr. Lu Han is already awake. Let’s eat now!” Aecha shouts from the hallway and Jongdae walks out from the kitchen and bump into them at the dining table. Jongdae smiles at Lu Han and cocks his head to the side. Lu Han puts down Aecha in the chair and seats beside her. “Good morning Jongdae.” He greets him in his hoarse morning voice, he clears his throat. “Good morning, can you eat with Aecha for a sec? I’m going to do laundry and if you want coffee I already made it in the kitchen. Be in a jiffy.” He ruffles Aecha’s hair and walks pass by them to his bedroom. Those dirty sheets are not going to clean themselves.
Lu Han is getting hungry looking at his plate, everything looks so delicious. He picks up the fork and—“Mr. Lu Han why are you sleeping with appa?” Aecha looks at him innocently. Lu Han swears he almost drops his fork. He flustered and stutters, “I-I, we have a sleepover.” He told her, hopes it is plausible enough for a five years old girl to believe it. Aecha stares at him with her doe eyes and asks more. “Do you like appa?”
Lu Han isn’t used to bombarding questions especially his personal affair. He chokes on his spits and look at her disbelief. Oh Lord, she knows it? Aecha doesn’t understand what Lu Han is experiencing right now, but she speaks incredible subject for a little girl. “Appa is gay. He said it to me before he takes me home. He likes guy and he wouldn’t marry to a woman and have a wife. And I wouldn’t have a mother. He told me he was sorry he can’t give me a mother but I don’t mind, having him as my appa is great too. Appa maybe likes you.” He flashes her baby teeth.
Lu Han grabs her head fondly and kisses on her forehead. “Yes I like your appa so much.” He doesn’t have a heart to lie this smart, precious girl. Aecha squeals, “So, does it mean you’re going to be my appa. Oh, no wait. Baba, you’re my baba right? You taught me yesterday.” Lu Han pats both of her chubby cheeks. “Soon I’ll marry your appa and I’ll be your baba.” Aecha gestures him to bend down at her and Lu Han complies it.
“Good morning baba.” She kisses on his cheek—her morning kiss. And Lu Han is delightful at his new title. Soon he’ll get the husband title in matter of time and he anticipates proposing hand marriage Kim Jongdae.
Author's note: idk wat to say abt this... this isn't the real one. I was having stupid-havoc-technical difficulties. Laptop busted and wifi being a bitch. I'll post the real one after revelation.this prompt has the potential for a great fic Enjoy!
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Title: Twink and Girl
Pairing: Chen/Lu Han
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: semi-pwp
Word count: 10k+
Summary: At some point people just want to settle down
He wants to throw up in this elevator if isn’t for his morality, Lu Han will be a fountain vomit. These past two days he couldn’t get a wink of sleep, only half hour of power nap every four hours in his office. He doesn’t know how fate arranges his life because he doesn’t remember signing up to be a librarian slash an editor at Peking University. He even thinks that an academic institution is out of league for a no-so-genius-bookworm. He got a new assignment to translate and edit the new book imported from United Kingdom and South Korea about anthropology. But he isn’t alone in this damn assignment because he isn’t an expert anthropology professor. He’s mainly collaborating for his language skill. And can he say that the professor is a real pain in his ass? He can’t believe he’s working with a professor than a normal-idle-college-student. That professor only care about himself and his busy schedule like Lu Han doesn’t have anything to do except this thick theory book—it would kill someone by throwing it.
At least he gets extra pay check in his income. But that doesn’t mean he’s happy with his messed up sleep schedule. It is 2pm, he hasn’t eat since this morning and he skips lunch—he doesn’t have any appetite to eat or thinking about food. All he had been thinking ever since he’s in the taxi ride to his apartment was his fluffy, downy bed. He wants to snuggle his face against those puffy pillows and roll around in it.
It is helping him distracts his nausea and headache. Sixth floor, the door open and Lu Han emerges from it. His eyes are bleary and he keeps blinking, hoping he can regain some consciousness to walk down to the end of corridor—where his apartment is located.
“Thank you for your hard work.” Lu Han snaps out from his reverie and searching for the voice. There are two workers (based on their apparel) and a small figure man or a teenager. That guy looks like a twig from Lu Han’s distance—five metres away from him. He realised from this distance that they’re standing outside across his apartment. He recalls back if that apartment was or is dwelled by someone. The last time he had neighbours across him was last year. He keeps on walking towards his apartment. The workers pass by him and he can see his new neighbour –as Lu Han is in front his apartment.
Lu Han actually wanted to ignore the guy. He isn’t in the right mood to be friendly with anyone. He’s cranky, tired and sick. He’ll introduce himself after he’s on his rational mind. Before he can try to be invisible, his loud neighbour notices him. “Hello, how are you? I’m your new neighbour. My name is Kim Jongdae or in Chinese is Jin Zhong Da.” Lu Han reluctantly turns around and face with him. He pretends to be happy and hide his grim face by replacing on his forced smile. “Hi, I’m Lu Han. Oh you’re a Korean then?” Jongdae is surprised by Lu Han’s words and he chirps. “Yeah, I’m Korean. Wow that’s impressive, how do you know I’m Korean?” His eyes sparkles waiting for an answer.
Lu Han sighs inaudibly, his Mandarin accent sounds so strained and awkward. Of course he had live in China for 28 years he clearly could differentiate a local accent and an amateur accent. And his name is for sure a Korean name, a familiar Korean name—for what he’s working as Korean translator?
“Hmmm... your Mandarin sounds a bit off. I’m sorry, if I’m being too blunt.” Lu Han doesn’t know how to sugar coat and he just want to end this conversation so badly. “And anyway, your name doesn’t sound like Japanese and I do my wild guess you’re a Korean.” He shrugs his shoulder and stares at amazed Jongdae. His eyes curve into crescent and the edge of his eyes incline upward like cat winged. The edges of his lips are also like a feline. Lu Han is fascinated with his feline feature. Actually he looks really cute and soft. His heart flutters, because he’s adorable.
“Appa, I’m hungry. What’s for lunch?” A Korean high-pitch voice echoes in the silence between Jongdae and Lu Han.
Lu Han’s eyes trail behind Jongdae—a little girl skidding her way to the front door and hugs Jongdae’s leg. She looks up at Jongdae and a wide grin spread across her face. Lu Han doesn’t know why he thinks this kid is Jongdae’s daughter without a good reason. And any normal neighbour, when they see this scene they would ask—“Is she your daughter?” Thus, Lu Han blurts out the question. Jongdae turns his head to Lu Han and gently pushes the girl from his legs. “Yes, she’s my daughter.” He says.
The girl is standing in front of Jongdae, she plays with the hem of her skirt and she smiles coyly at Lu Han. She’s cute and charming, like her father. Lu Han adores cute things and with that he isn’t feeling really tired because cuteness is remedy for him. Bonus, he likes children. He has soft spot for kids.
“She looks like you, a lot.” Lu Han compliments him. Jongdae laughs softly and shakes his head. “People said that a lot too. I hate to burst your bubble, she’s adopted. I’m not married or divorced. It is coincidence she and I resemble to each other.” He ruffles the girl’s hair. She shrieks and swats her father’s hand away from her bobby haircut. It’s a heart warming family picture. Lu Han had been living alone since he had graduated college. He is envious with Jongdae, he had someone to cherish and to come back home early for. He should adopt a kid for himself too, but he can’t take care of himself very well—how should he take care of the kid? He just wanted a companion to make him forget the load works from the office. He wants to be happy like Jongdae and—
Lu Han blinks his eyes.
“Hey little girl, what’s your name?” He alters his language to Korean. Jongdae taps her dainty shoulder and persuades her to answer Lu Han’s question. “Hey, Mr. Lu Han asked you. What’s your name?” She looks frightened and confused. She seems hesitates to talk. She turns on her heels and tilts her head up, looking at Jongdae—pleading eyes. “I don’t know how to speak in Mandarin, appa.” She squeaks and her hands cling on the hem of his graphic shirt. Lu Han snorts, he definitely asked her in Korean and not Mandarin—kids always answer questions with questions. One of his pet peeves is kids asking him the obvious.
Jongdae chuckles and strokes her jet-black hair. “Baby, don’t you listen to what he asked?” The girl is dubious to answer Lu Han in Korean. “But appa, you and he talked in Mandarin. He’s a Chinese, how did he understand Korean language?” Jongdae slides down his hand from her head to her cheek and pats on it fondly. “It isn’t polite to let Mr. Lu Han waits for you. Now, say your name to him.” She turns around and looks up at Lu Han, her doe eyes stares deeply on him. Lu Han wants to coo at her, she’s so adorable like a vulnerable little kitten. He wants to assure her there’s nothing to be scare of, he wants to wrap his arms around her and protect her from maleficent. Kids know how to make him kneel down for them.
“My name is Kim Aecha.” She stutters. Oh poor little girl, she’s being conscious of her surroundings.
“What a beautiful name you have. Kim Aecha, how old are you?” Lu Han forgets that he’s tired and sleepy—he’s more interested to probe about this girl. She pouts and her nose scrunches up. “I’m five years old.” She twirls her fingers to ease down her nervous. Lu Han smiles, she’s a little charm.
“Aecha is a shy girl, but eventually she’ll warm up to you.” He rubs Aecha’s arms and he speaks in his native language spontaneously. “Ah, almost forgot. Do you mind to have dinner with us?” Lu Han yawns— he quickly covers his jaw with his hand. Jongdae stares at Lu Han face, it’s pale-sick, eyes are puffy and swollen. Also there are dark circles under his tired eyes. But behind those flaws, Jongdae urges to see the real Lu Han. He hopes Lu Han accepts the invitation because Jongdae is attracted to him on impulse. He can’t pinpoint which part of Lu Han makes Jongdae fond of him—high school nostalgia.
“Sorry, I just had a rough day in the office. And I’m so dead tired. Of course I’ll come over to your place, for dinner. As a make up for my lack of enthusiasm behaviour for today.” Lu Han instantly accepts the offer without thinking twice, he smiles listlessly.
Jongdae curls his lips. “Fantastic, you can come around 6pm. Dinner will be ready at that time.”
Lu Han nods, “Ok, will do.”
“Appa, I’m hungry. You’re talking about dinner but I haven’t had my lunch yet. Let’s eat now.” She whines, again— grabbing Jongdae’s fingers and tugs them profusely. Jongdae bends down at her level and put his hands under her armpit. He carries her in his arms. She slings her arms around Jongdae’s neck and giggles when she’s lifted up. “Ok, let’s have lunch together. “ He pecks on her chubby, smooth cheek.
Jongdae looks back at Lu Han, he looks weak and Jongdae doesn’t want to hold on him. “It’s nice to meet you Lu Han. I’m anticipating for dinner tonight. Thank you for wasting your time with me. You should get some rest, before dinner. See you then. Say goodbye to Mr. Lu Han, Aecha.” He nudges his daughter by his shoulder. She slowly turns her head and bid her farewell in her shy tone. “Goodbye Mr. Lu Han.” She smiles sheepishly— Lu Han’s heart burgeons.
“Goodbye Aecha, eat well with your daddy.” He waves at her and she reciprocates the gesture. Lu Han scan his card key on the sensor to unlock the door. The family gets inside and leaves him alone. Lu Han had to admit, it’s such a nice feeling to have people concern about your existence besides your family. He feels loved in this world.
Lu Han feels so refreshed after a good sleep and a bubble bath. He’s feeling better but he’s hungry as hell. His stomach churns intensely—he can feel the acids excruciating corrodes his stomach lining. He regrets the day he didn’t eat something before he went to bed. He’s looking for his gastritis medicine in the kitchen cabinets. He’s ransacking his medicine stocks, he holds his painful abdomen psychologically relief his stomach pain. He needs it fast before the dinner with his new neighbour.
He founds the tablets and quickly gets himself a glass of water. He consumes it and let’s it settle down in his stomach—neutralize the acid. He checks his phone looking at the time— he has an hour left before dinner. He thinks about his neighbour, Kim Jongdae, age unknown, had an adopted daughter, a small figure guy, smiles like an adorable little kitten and he’s very gentle with Aecha. That guy is promising him something. He renders Lu Han a feeling of home, comfort and needed. He can’t be sure of that—his mind and heart cope inside loneliness for a long time. Sometimes he’s desperate for companions in his dull life. He’s 28 years old— he’s tired to be friends with benefits or one-night stand from the clubs. He wants to settle down, anchored on someone and he wants to have a purpose to live for. Every time he wakes up, he wanted a person who’s there beside him in the bed with him—looking forward to live together.
He can’t hitch because he’s gay and same sex marriage haven’t been approved by the government in his country. But he can married without a marriage certificate to legalise their relationship. However he hasn’t met his potential partner. Every blind date he went was sexcapades and nothing serious, even though Lu Han craved for it and he wanted to be in commitment. His partner detests the idea of being forever.
Lu Han sighs— he won’t be young for a long time. Maybe he should take Jongdae’s advice—adopt a daughter or a son. Jongdae and Aecha are so happy being with each other, without a maternal figure. Then again it will be lovely if they’re his family. Jongdae is a good looking guy—he’s dashing cum adorable. And Lu Han had a thing with guys who’s smaller than him and has soft features. Jongdae is perfect A-list in his ideal guy—almost though. He doesn’t know if Jongdae even digs on dicks. And again he’s daydreaming about impossible fantasy with his new neighbour that he barely knows each other.
Dinner will be soon and Lu Han thought to himself it’s impolite to come over with an empty hand. He goes to his pantry and rummaging through his liquor rack—Moët & Chandon champagne. He had been saving this for a special celebration and why not shares it with Jongdae. It’s been a year he bought this luxury champagne and it’s time to drink it. He can’t wait another year to wait to drink it with someone special to him. Jongdae is his neighbour—it will be nice to bond with him.
Jongdae to be frankly, he is agitated for dinner today. He doesn’t cook. Apparently he calls for delivery to show up with his ordered food. He was too busy re-arranged the decorations in his new home and unpacks his and Aecha’s stuff. He didn’t have enough time to buy groceries and cook a decent meal for them. He hopes Lu Han doesn’t mind.
He’s serving the food on the platters. Aecha is in the bathroom getting ready for dinner. It is 6pm, Jongdae take a final look of his work on set up the table for dinner. The food smells and look appetizing, that’s good. He’s proud of it.
ding dong
“Ah, Lu Han is punctual.” Jongdae walks across the living room to the main door and punches the pass code to unlock the door. He opens it, Lu Han in his all glory dress in comfy plain beige sweatshirt and skinny jeans. He’s holding a bottle of champagne and a box of cupcakes on the other hand. Jongdae’s heart flutters. Lu Han is looking very different from this morning they met. His ash blonde hair is parted ways, his face is back in colours and he sees sparkles in his eyes. He’s so refreshed and handsome. Jongdae blushes to be this close with an extreme hot guy. “Hi there Jongdae, I brought a fine champagne for you and chocolate fudge cupcakes for Aecha.” Lu Han smiles— Oh Lord, Jongdae’s head is dizzy. Lu Han is messing with his hormones. Jongdae wants to kiss him on the spot but that’ll be inappropriate. He restrains himself from doing stupid things on Lu Han, even it’s hard to not jump on him immediately. He doesn’t want to scare off his new hot Chinese member.
“Hey Jongdae, are you all right? Your face is red. Do you get yourselves a fever?” Lu Han asks— his smooth, velvety and gentle voice. Jongdae is having a hard time to breathe properly. Deep voice is sexy but gentle voice is Jongdae’s deal. “No, I’m fine nothing to worry about. Come in Lu Han, you’re must be starving.” Jongdae averts his gaze from Lu Han and takes the gifts as he let Lu Han enter the house. Lu Han slips off his shoes at the threshold. “Hey, why don’t you stay here for champagne after Aecha goes to bed? I’ve been craving for some liquor in my system and it would be nice to drink with you. I’m sorry I don’t drink in front of Aecha.” Jongdae leads him to the dining table and Lu Han follows him from behind. “Sure, I won’t mind at all.” He replies.
“How old are you Jongdae?” Lu Han take a bite of his orange chicken. “I’m 27 years old.” Lu Han hums and picks a couple of fried tofu with his chopsticks, eats it. Jongdae puts more chunks of chicken and bits of tofu in Aecha’s bowl. She smiles brightly and says thank you. Lu Han is impressed by her polite attitude. “Where do you work at, Lu Han?” Jongdae takes a sip of orange juice. Lu Han swallows the food and retorts. “I work at Peking University, as a head librarian, translator and books editor. Sometimes I’m interpreter in certain event. How about you? Travelling so far from South Korea, for what?” He focuses on Jongdae. “I got a new job as an engineer in electronic and technology industry, here.” Jongdae’s voice waver a bit because Lu Han’s eyes on him are so intense, he doesn’t want to break down especially Aecha is around him. “Wow, an engineer. That’s fascinating. I thought you’re a teacher at international institute. Your Mandarin is quite good except the weird accent, for a person who is first time staying in this country.” Lu Han purses his lips.
Jongdae’s breathe hitches— Lu Han is making his heart thumping immensely wild inside his ribcage. His cheeks are flushing. Lu Han’s voice is melting him and his compliments are so sweet, he is becoming a puddle of goo. “I take Mandarin language class back in elementary school until college years. It’s like my second language for me.” And then Aecha interrupts them. “Appa is so smart. I want to be like appa one day.” She giggles— she claps her petite hand in excitement. Lu Han chuckles, “I can teach you Mandarin if you want to, Aecha.” She grins widely and squeals. “I want to learn Mr. Lu Han, Please?” Jongdae pinches her smooth cheeks. “He wants to help you, baby. Say thank you.” Her baby teeth are showing and also her ample apple cheeks.
“Thank you Mr. Lu Han. I’ll study hard.” She doesn’t stop smiling and it’s contagious—Lu Han smiles gleefully. He likes this feeling, to be having faith by someone. Jongdae watches both of them and he understands what he wants in his life.
They spend time eating dinner together while Lu Han teaches Aecha basic Mandarin and having a good time laughing at her silliness. The adults tease the girl—her reactions are priceless and entertaining for them. Aecha doesn’t take it seriously because she knows her father loves her, but she doesn’t know Mr. Lu Han. He’s always happy and smiles a lot like her father when Lu Han talks to her.
“Mr. Lu Han, do you love me?” sudden silence envelopes the atmosphere. Jongdae freezes in his seat. Lu Han is flabbergasted, he glances at Jongdae—no answer. He turns back to Aecha. He gulps, is it appropriate to tell her he loves her in front of Jongdae’s face? She’s just a kid what harm will be done, right? He isn’t paedophile but he doesn’t know Jongdae will believe him.
“Aecha, why are you asking Mr. Lu Han like that? Am I not good enough for you?” Jongdae pouts. Aecha frantically apologise at him. “Appa, of course you’re the best. I love you, don’t be sad.” Lu Han munches the omelette in his bowl, watching the father and daughter in their sitcom. Jongdae kisses her cheek. “I’m just joking with you. It’s already 8pm, better finish up your food. And then brush your teeth and wash your face, it’s almost your bed time.” Jongdae picks up her bowl and starts to feed her, to prevent further mess and helps her to eat properly.
Lu Han chugs down his orange juice and wipe off the dirt at the corner of his lips with the back of his hand—it’s unhygienic but it’s an old habit.
“Appa, can I sleep late tonight? I want to watch Hello Jadoo, please appa?” Aecha dons in her nightdress sitting at the centre of her single bed, pleading Jongdae to allow her to watch TV. Jongdae sighs. She only acts this behaviour when someone comes over to their house. And Lu Han is staying a bit longer—they planned to drink when Aecha sleeps. Jongdae ponders and decides the three of them can enjoy family TV cartoon together after a nice dinner. He hopes Lu Han is ok with Aecha’s request.
“I don’t mind, I like to watch cartoons. Are you sure you can stay up to watch TV without falling asleep, Aecha?” Lu Han seats in the couch, Aecha climbs up to seat beside him. She makes herself comfortable in the couch. “I won’t, I’m a big girl now!” Jongdae plops beside Aecha, he turns on the TV with the remote. “I bet you’ll be asleep before this show ends, baby.” Jongdae nonchalantly teased her. Lu Han chortles, typical kids.
It is half past eight. Aecha is on Jongdae’s lap sleeping. Jongdae rocks her slowly and pats her little bum, it is magical touch that lull his baby girl to sleep. Lu Han watches her curls up in foetus position in her father’s lap—such a sight. The TV is forgotten by them, Jongdae is immersed in singing lullaby his baby girl, Aecha dozed off far to her dreamland and Lu Han’s eyes are on Aecha.
“It seems no one is interested on the show.” Lu Han breaks the silence. Jongdae strokes Aecha’s bangs on sideways. He glances to his side gaze into Lu Han’s eyes. Lu Han cracks an awkward smile. “Aecha is an adorable kid. She’s so tired.” Lu Han says.
Jongdae gingerly winds his hand behind Aecha’s head, lifts her up from his lap. She settles her head carefully facing on his shoulder and an arm secured under her bums. His legs had given up on him when he tries to stand up. His legs are numb because of lack circulation— Aecha’s weight hinders it. “Oh Lord, my legs are tingling. I hate this.” He sighs and laughs a bit because it’s very ticklish. He thrust his legs upward motion. He grimaced because it’s an intense tingling sensation. Lu Han guffaws, Jongdae’s expression is cute for a 27 years old man.
“Let me take her to the bedroom. You just relax and take your time with your legs.” Lu Han offers himself to tuck in Aecha.
“Ah, I’m sorry Lu Han. I owe you big time.”
Lu Han comes closer to him and take Aecha from Jongdae’s embrace. He wraps his arms around her small figure and wobbly stands on his feet. He checks her, nuzzling against him. His heart clenched at the sight, such a precious little girl. “I’ll set up the glasses for the drinks. She’s a heavy sleeper, don’t worry about it.” Jongdae groans in pain when he curls his toes. He’s stimulating the circulation back to normal. “Ah, I forgot. Her room is on your right...Ah...shit.” He moans, hisses at the sting pain when he reflex his leg muscle. Lu Han leaves the living room quickly to the bedroom, his groin is acting weird—Jongdae’s moan is sexual!
“God, this champagne is so fine! It’s been two years the last time I drink alcohol.” Jongdae pours himself another round of champagne. Lu Han swirls his wine glass in a steady motion and observe the bubbles rise up onto the surface. He sniffs it and takes a sip from it—crisp, sour and a bit sweet. He likes his champagne taste sweeter than this but it’s hard to find it. “Are you obstinate yourself from alcohol?” Lu Han asks, he holds his glass on top of his lap. Jongdae turns his body at Lu Han—his right leg folds in the couch and his other leg dangling at the edge of the couch. “Aecha is a minor. I can’t be drunk when I’m around her.” Jongdae laughs faintly.
“You’re a thoughtful parent indeed.”
“Thank you.”
Lu Han gulps down his drink to the last drop in the glass. His throat burns by drinking champagne in a rush. He clears his throat and swallows his saliva to recede the pain. He sighs, grabs the dark green moss bottle to pour another round of glass. He tastes the wine, swirls it to awake the flavour of it. Jongdae observes Lu Han’s side profile— his nose is straight and pointy at its tip. His jaw is defined and sharp angular. His eyelashes are long and volume. His lips are red and wet from constant drinking champagne. Jongdae’s head is dizzy, either the alcohol is kicking in or Lu Han is so pretty.
“Are you single, Lu Han” Jongdae huffs on the rim of the glass.
“Pity, yes I am.” He says gravely. Lu Han leans back against the couch, his head tilts up resting on the headrest. He turns his head at Jongdae, he smiles lazily. Jongdae squints his eyes at Lu Han. “You’re a big fat liar.” He accuses Lu Han. Any person who isn’t blind wouldn’t believe Lu Han is still in the market. He chugs down the whole drink and fetch the alcohol beverage for another round, again. Lu Han snorts. “Says the person who has a daughter when you, yourself look like a twink—such a paternal figure.” He smirks smugly.
Jongdae frowns, “What are you saying? Twink, what in the world is that thing?” He glares at Lu Han hope it will penetrates through his soul. Lu Han wiggles his eyebrows. “It means young cute guys. It’s an American gay slang. I don’t mean it to you for real. But you’re skinny and pretty, you could be one.” He jokes. Jongdae is fuming in rage, he doesn’t like when people labels him as effeminate. He’s masculine as hell despite his maternal instinct is influencing himself. “Well, you’re a twink too. You look like a girl. No wonder, girls aren’t interested in you.” He replies harshly. Lu Han chokes on the sparkling wine, his body jolts forward—almost spills his drink. He coughs loudly and takes a long breath. He cackles so hard, he has tears in his eyes. Jongdae is astonished, Lu Han is a weirdo—hot weirdo.
“Of course girls aren’t sexually attracted to me because I’m not into chicks. And maybe I’m a twink, a hot alpha twink.” He winks at Jongdae.
“You’re gay?” Jongdae asks him, breathless.
Lu Han isn’t offended by it. He’s used to that reaction more than a decade. He sips his drink. “Yeah, I like male sexually and romantically.” He doesn’t falter telling his sexual orientation.
Jongdae is squealing and flailing inside of him. Lu Han is gay—he’s living in a dream. The golden opportunity is right in front of him. A gay bachelor is sitting next to him. Jongdae has set his eyes on him right after Lu Han comes to his doorstep. So, it’s ok if he wants to get on him?
“That’s wonderful, I understand you because I’m gay too. Coincidence aren’t we?” Jongdae is testing the water, he doesn’t want to be pushover or too fast to get into his pants.
“There’s no such thing about coincidence, it is fate.” Lu Han sets down the glass on the coffe table across him. He scoots back in the couch. Jongdae’s face is flushing hard, crimson red paints on his cheeks. He knocks back his champagne and goes another round, again. He needs alcohol to make him loose. He’s flustered, alone with Lu Han. “So, your type is twink then?” Jongdae empties half of his glass, he hiccups and burps—that’s embarrassing. Bubbles are rising up in his stomach. Lu Han cackles, Jongdae is proven a cute twink. “Yeah, twink is my type.” He replies airily.
Jongdae drinks the leftover in his glass until its empty. He hoists his wine glass and ejaculates. “This drink is so good!” He falls on his back in the couch, he clumsily slips the glass from his grasp and the glass collides on the soft, downy carpet. “I’m drunk already. I’m not used to drink four glasses of wine, straight! My tummy is feeling weird, it’s the bubbles.” He hiccups, his body jolts and back to limp. “Am I your twink Lu Han?” He slurs, he nudges his foot on Lu Han’s toned thigh.
Lu Han holds Jongdae’s foot and put on pressure under his foot. “Maybe you are. You’re my type.” He massages Jongdae’s cold foot. “You should wear socks often. Your foot is really cold.” Jongdae wiggles his toe to pry out from Lu Han’s grasp. “Stop it. It tickles.” Jongdae whimpers.
“Do you like me? It’s too fast for this, right?” Jongdae stares up at the white, plain ceiling. He crosses his arms on top of his stomach. It is too fast Lu Han said to himself. It is chemistry, he’s comfortable with him. Jongdae traces Lu Han’s thigh with his toe. He heaves a sigh, audibly. “I promise myself to not falling for someone at first sight. It’s hard when I’m just ‘zap’ with someone instantly and he is interested with me. Of course, I didn’t play hard. But that didn’t mean I’ve low standard. I asked him to go out, couple of dates and then when both parties were consent to move to the next level of relationship—go for it.”
“And then I gave everything that I have to him because I need him to love him. I thought if I make the effort to show my love to him, he would stay and cherish me.” Jongdae stops, he’s in the moment of silence. He continues, “And then I saw him kissing another guy at his house, on our dinner date. I realised, I was an idiot and he was an asshole. He’s still an asshole, forever. He took an advantage of me. I shouldn’t give him everything when he gave me nothing. Love isn’t to convince other to stay but—to give and to take.” Lu Han hums, he listens to him. He’s there for Jongdae.
“I was a total wreck back then. Heartbreak, I was with him for three years. My daily life was him by my side. The day he left and didn’t turn back, was the day my heart bleeding. My life was downhill. Family and friends tried to help me recovered, but I can’t because the half of my heart was taken away by a douche bag.”
“One day, my colleague recommends me to adopt a child. I don’t know what he was thinking about that time. But he insist me to give it a try, he promised it would change my life. I like kids but I’m not sure if I’m capable to take him or her under my wings. I went to the orphanage, I found love again. Aecha give back the half of my heart that had been lost. She makes me smile every day. She’s an angel. And since then, I forgot about my ex and I’m looking forward to stay and share love with Aecha. She’s my life. I told myself, if a guy loves my baby girl and protects her—he’s my type.”
Jongdae sits up and scoots closer to Lu Han. He puts his hand on Lu Han’s thigh, caressing it sensually. Lu Han looks down on his thigh. He’s feeling the heat already—his crotch is stirring in excitement. Lu Han doesn’t dare to look at him in the eyes. Jongdae is this close, his hand is rubbing on his groin and his lips are barely touching his earlobe. “The way you care Aecha, is so sexy. If I’m your type and you’re my type, are we soulmate?” Jongdae whispers in his sultry voice. He licks and nips Lu Han’s ear. Lu Han is shivering down his spine and blood rushes down to his south region. He clenches both of his hands on his sides, restraining his lust desire. He must control, he can’t take advantage of Jongdae. He’s drunk for god sake!
Jongdae doesn’t like it when Lu Han ignores his bold actions. He doesn’t misread the signals, right? He tries to push Lu Han’s button with his dirty talk skill. “Don’t be so shy Lu Han, I’m open for you.” He slides his hand from Lu Han’s groin down to his bulge, he’s hard and big—Jongdae is a size queen. Fuck, Lu Han had laid the last time was more than a year after his last break up. Jongdae’s sinful touches giving him goosebumps and his low, sexy voice dirty talk to him—he wants to fuck deep inside of him.
Jongdae hears Lu Han’s grunts. It’s making him hornier than he is now. He’s peppering kisses on his jaw trailing down on his column neck. He inhales Lu Han’s musk scent—manly twink, heh. Jongdae laps over it and sucks it while he pressured Lu Han’s bulge on the heel of his palm. Jongdae nibbles a small portion of Lu Han’s pale neck. Lu Han verbalise his moans and Jongdae is elated that he’s enjoying this. Lu Han puts his hand on top of Jongdae’s hand, squeezing his hard dick. He leads Jongdae’s hand rubbing on his bulge. He thrusts his hips towards the satisfaction touches. Jongdae is proud for making Lu Han desperate and horny. He mouthed kisses along his neck upwards, back again at his red ears and whispers seductively.
“Do you like it, Lu Han? I can pleasure you more in my room.” He licks his ear shell.
Lu Han snaps his head at Jongdae, he hits his nose at Jongdae’s soft lips and a stripe of saliva stains at the tip of his nose. “I’m so sorry. I just want to kiss you.” Lu Han stutters, he cups Jongdae face and inspects any minor injury on his. Jongdae giggles, “You almost busted my lips.” He licks his lips— he leans forward to seal a kiss with Lu Han. He puckers up his lips and press against Lu Han’s soft, small lips. He starts off with innocent pecks and later Lu Han becomes bold and horny, he pushes Jongdae’s head intensify their passionate kiss. He gently sinks in his teeth on Jongdae’s luscious lower lip. He tugs it deliberately and collides back again on Jongdae’s moist lips. He licks Jongdae’s swollen lips and sucks it hard—Jongdae is melting inside and his lower region is stimulated—Lu Han’s kiss is a sex mouth to mouth— imagines when it’s real sex.
Lu Han slips his right hand underneath Jongdae’s shirt and thumb over his hard nubs. Jongdae moans lewdly, Lu Han twists and pulls it. He rubs his perky nipples between his thumb and forefinger, creating hot friction. Jongdae mewls at the contact. He moves his hips back and fro to relief the hardness of his cock. Lu Han attacks his mouth slightly violent, enters Jongdae’s wet, hot cavern. He swipes his tongue over his dental and enamel. Jongdae hangs his jaw open, submissive to Lu Han—let him devour his oral cavity. Lu Han’s tongue muscle runs over Jongdae’s and they wrestle tongue against tongue. Lu Han snakes his hands around Jongdae’s slender waist, pulling him closer to him. Body clashes together, rubs against each other. Lu Han lowers his hand down on Jongdae’s soft buttocks, slips inside his pants and grabs the ass—skin on skin. He squeezes the soft, supple skin. Jongdae sneaks his hand on Lu Han’s crotch, unbutton and pulls off his zipper down. Lu Han is being needy. He is lusting to ravish every inch of Jongdae’s body. He sucks Jongdae’s tongue like a vacuum while his fingers are ghosting over his ass crack.
Jongdae shoves Lu Han’s shoulder, gaze into his half-lidded eyes. He catches his breath and leans down his ass against Lu han’s fingers dug in the gap between his cheeks. He moans in satisfaction and swivels his hip. Lu Han groans, Jongdae is being sexy and bold. Jongdae smirks, looking at him with his lusty eyes ready to pounds on him any second.
“I’m so tight. I haven’t been fuck for two years. Can you imagine the tightness of my hole? I know your big dick want to taste a virgin ass again. I would like to be tearing apart by your hard, big, delicious cock. How would it taste in my mouth, though?” He bites his lower lip sexily. Lu Han can’t believe his neighbour, a father to a five years old daughter, is acting slutty like it’s his alter ego. “Jongdae you’re so drunk, I can’t believe I’m doing this to you.” Lu Han confesses his guilt. Make out and having are two different things, he doesn’t want to take advantage of him. Jongdae rolls his eyes. “I’m here begging you to fuck me and you’re acting timid because I’m drunk? I’m doing this so, I can grow some balls to get you in bed with me.” He sasses and narrows his eyes. He stands up from the couch. He hauls Lu Han to stand up with him.
“Are you changing your mind now? I’m giving you the chance right before your eyes.” Jongdae leave a chaste kiss on Lu Han’s cheek.
It’s not everyday he can go sleep with any guy because 1)he’s picky with his type and Jongdae meets all the expectations. 2) He’s done with clubbing life and wanted to seek serious relationship. Jongdae is serious enough to be his potential partner (Aecha as a proof) and that’s like win a lottery.
“Show me your room then.” He dares Jongdae.
Both of them are struggling to take off their clothes from each other in the centre of the bed. The room is lit dimly, but Lu Han can see Jongdae’s flawless figure perfectly. The moonlight showers pass through the window in the room and shines Jongdae erotic face. It feels cheesy, however Lu Han appreciates the beauty in Jongdae.
As Lu Han pulls the waistband of Jongdae’s underwear, Jongdae swats his hand instantly. “No, I don’t want to come off easily. I want to suck you first. So, enjoy the show.” Lu Han shuts his mouth and watching Jongdae’s spine curls, his ass high in the air and his head is at his crotch. Jongdae mouthed on Lu Han’s clothed member, he hums—sending vibration to his sensitive, hard cock. Lu Han can resist himself from touching Jongdae or force him by pushing his head down, sucking his throbbing penis. Hegrab himself a handful of his globes and thrust him forward— smothers on his cock.
Jongdae is turned on tenfold by Lu Han manhandles him. And he likes to watch Lu Han is impatient because of him. He drags Lu Han’s tight brief, Lu Han lifts his hip up to get rid off his under garments. Jongdae gasps— he’s stunned by the size and hardness of Lu Han’s cock. He wraps his hand around Lu Han’s cock—swollen to the fullest, veins are visible and it’s very warm. He licks the slit, dragging his wet tongue across it—Lu Han shudders. Jongdae likes to tease his partner over the edge— he dips again his tingue on the slit in fast momentum—flicks his tongue profusely. Lu Han growls, he wants more than just a touch on his slit. He wants tightness around his cock, heat that stimulates his orgasm. He tugs a fistful of Jongdae’s hair separate him from his cock—Jongdae whines. Lu Han moves his hand Jongdae’s hair and slips his thumb pass inside his glistening lips.
“I thought you want to suck my cock. I want your mouth on my cock not your tongue, little kitten.” Lu Han hisses, Jongdae curls his moist tongue the pad of his thumb. Lu Han jerks his thumb out from Jongdae’s mouth. “Shit, if you want to suck. You should suck my cock just like you said from the beginning. You want to flaunt your blowjob skill.” Lu Han looks down at him, unwavering eye contact. He strokes himself for a couple of time to relief the slight pain and guides the head on Jongdae’s lips. Jongdae is willingly open his mouth and takes the head like a good boy.
Lu Han sighs in satisfaction, finally some real action. He patiently waits Jongdae to move on. Jongdae laps the pre-cum oozing out from the slits and hollows his cheeks, sucking off the head with maximum suction. Lu Han curses under his breath because the pleasure rush at the end of it, Jongdae gnawed gently on the sensitive mushroom head and sucks it maintain the same pressure. He wraps his hand at the base of Lu Han’s penis. He strokes it up and down in steady motion and his mouth lowers down on his length and grips the base tightly—sadly Jongdae isn’t fond of the idea deepthroat, it’s his deal breaker. Lu Han throws his head back— the heat is too intense. He’s too excited to been blow and getting laid after a year with his right hand. He can’t last his orgasm if Jongdae is keen to pleasure him with his kitten lips. He doesn’t want to end his night coming inside Jongdae’s mouth, he wants to fuck his virgin-like-ass.
Jongdae bobs his head up and down on Lu Han’s cock. He scrapes the foreskin part with his teeth when he halts at the tip of the length and sinks down again—sucking like a champ. His hand doesn’t falter stroking the base—he can’t deep throat! Correspond with his blowing speed. Lu Han screws his eyes shut, concentrating to prolong his orgasm. Jongdae release the cock with obnoxious pop sound and pumps the collected saliva at the head, lubricates it down to the base. He strengthens his grip on it and jerks it. He leers at Lu Han—his eyes didn’t dare to witness the scene. Jongdae smirks, he wants to push Lu Han’s buttons and he attacks Lu Han’s blue balls.
Lu Han gasps loudly, he lets his guard down and Jongdae is taking advantage of it. He clenches his teeth, toes are curling up—Jongdae is taking his scrotal, both in his mouth—accommodate the sacs inside his mouth. He nuzzles his nose into the pubic hair. Lu Han can’t take it anymore, he spanks Jongdae’s ass with a hard impact and it jiggles afterward. Jongdae instantly sits up—distanced himself from Lu Han’s junk.
Lu Han looks at him dumbfounded, Jongdae gives him the same stare and everything is quite. Jongdae isn’t offended by Lu Han’s previous action, he’s genuinely surprise. His ex never did that to him—not he’s complaining but it’s sexually aroused him. He loves to be manhandled and boy, Lu Han do it so damn well. Jongdae doesn’t break off the eye contact but he doesn’t reflect the fear in it. Lu Han deems Jongdae is shy because he starts to crawl back to him.
“Stop, don’t move.” Lu Han adamantly orders Jongdae. And surprisingly Jongdae obligates the instruction. “I’d enough of you sucking me, if you’re a cock slut desperately need my cock. How about appreciate my big cock more than your sweet mouth. Show me how do you treat your affection object, babe.” Lu Han spreads his legs and continue to stroke his dick lazily, keeping up his dick hard and awake. Jongdae drools at the sight— he’s beyond turn on by Lu Han’s sexy dirty talk.
Jongdae stands up, feet plant on the bed and strips his brief. He chucks his brief on the floor somewhere around nearby his mattress. He is naked as the day he was born. He jumps off from the bed and heads towards to the nightstand. He pulls the drawer open—a bottle of lube and a box of rilakkuma condoms, Chanyeol gave it to him on his last day in Korea (fuck Chanyeol and his sex fetish with bears) Finally he has the chance to consume it—Not on him but Lu Han. He grabs them along with him to the bed.
Jongdae climbs back in the bed. He stacks up his pillows on the headboard as Lu Han ogles at Jongdae’s perky butts. Jongdae laid on his back and get comfy in his fluffy pillows. Lu Han crawls closer towards him, eyes fill in with desire. Jongdae is so hot being so needy and ready for him. He’s spreading his legs enticingly. He puts a pillow under his rear—showing his ass and easy access for his hole. Lu Han can’t keep himself from touching Jongdae’s boy’s pussy. He stuck his forefinger against Jongdae’s asshole. Jongdae mewls, he tugs his neglected cock. He is a bit mad at Lu Han because he’s hard and he doesn’t have any decency to give him a handjob. But Jongdae has another job for Lu Han to pleasure him.
He hits Lu Han’s arm with the bottle of lube because Lu Han is too interested with Jongdae’s asshole—teasing him by tracing around his hole, jerk. Lu Han retracts his hand from it and his eyes wander, looking for the object collides on his arm. “My ass is not a vagina. If you want to fuck me with your dry finger make sure it’s lube up. I don’t want to get bleed in the middle of prep me before we go for intercourse.” Jongdae glares at him. Lu Han leans down on Jongdae and pecks on his cheek lovingly. “Alright, only for you princess.” He takes the bottle and uncaps it. He squirts some of the liquid on to his fingers. He massages his fingers, spreads the lube evenly.
“Open wide for me princess.” Lu Han wiggles his eyebrows—pervert.
“You’re so cheesy.” Jongdae hooks his arms at the back of his knees and spreads his ass cheeks—his pink hole is in the view. Lu Han squirts the lube on his ass, dripping down to his hole. Lu Han smears it around the rim. Jongdae convulses at the coldness of the lube. Lu Han carefully weasels his forefinger in into his tight-pink-hole. As the whole finger is deep inside Jondae’s rectum, Jongdae remains composed about it. It seems his body memory is dealing with this very well.
Lu Han looks at Jongdae’s lewd expression, he smirks and he inserts another finger. To his bewilderment, Jongdae is so relaxed—better than he rejects it. He pushes his fingers deeper and deeper. Jongdae pulls back his knees on to his chest, withering when Lu Han pulling his fingers out and thrust back with force inside of him and shoves them deeper, reaching for his prostate. Lu Han scissors his fingers, stretching Jongdae’s wall. Jongdae moans and let go of his weak legs. His hands wander on his abdomen, drags them up to his dusty, pink nubs. He pinches his nipples enhancing his arousal state. Lu Han pumps his fingers in fast pace and deeper until it hits on Jongdae’s prostate—small bump inside of him. In the midst of Jongdae’s moans and groans, Lu Han plays with Jongdae’s cock that curls up on his stomach, glistens with precum. Of course Jongdae is begging him to touch him everywhere to satisfy him. Lu Han is amused with Jongdae’s boldness. He’s thrashing his head side to side because Jongdae can’t wait for more. Lu Han knows that face, mouth parted a bit—gasping and mewls, loving being touched erotically. Lu Han fucks him for a while with his two fingers, curling them, scrapes along the moist, heat walls. And his left hand swirls at the head of Jongdae’s cock. Jongdae wants to scream, Lu Han is going to make him come here and now. “Stop it Lu Han, I don’t want to come when you haven’t fuck me yet, douche!” He snarls, trying to threaten Lu Han and get straight to the real sex.
Lu Han snickers, he plainly ignore Jongdae’s anger (He looks like a cute grumpy cat) He inserts his third finger and fucks him so hard and deep, Jongdae has tears in his eyes. He is not going to last long. Lu Han press his body against him and leans down on his left ear—whispers lowly. “Do you like it? It’s so tight I can’t imagine when my big cock sinks in balls deep into your tight ass?” Jongdae whimpers, the tought of Lu Han’s big size dick terrorize his ass—he needs Lu Han to wreck him.
Lu Han sits up and continue to pumps his fingers inside his already red and swollen rim. He turns around his wrist, spins his fingers and press on the prostate and lingers there for a moment. Jongdae is on the peak, Lu han is an asshole. Jongdae roams his hands searching for the lube so he can masturbate himself when Lu Han is teasing him until he’s a mess before the intercourse. But before Jongdae can grab the bottle, Lu Han gets it first and waves the bottle to taunt Jongdae indecisive. Jongdae doesn’t take shit when he’s horny he grabs a foil of condom and literally hits it on Lu Han’s pretty face.
Lu Han yelps at the sudden impact and JOngdae laughs—serves him right. Lu Han grunts, “What the hell Jongdae? If you want to be fuck so badly you don’t need to smack the condom on my face. What if I get blind?” He shouts angrily. He pulls out his wet fingers rather forcefully. Jongdae just gives him his infamous, mischievous look.
“If you’re blind I’ll ride you like a cowgirl on her horse.” Jongdae says airily. Lu han almost get a heart attack when he hears it. Jongdae then continues, “But that’s for another day, today I want you to show how much an alpha you are.” Jongdae turns around and he’s on his hands and knees, ass high up in the air—wiggling on Lu Han’s face.
This is not what he expected after many days cope inside his office room, staring at the LED screens for many hours. Coming back home met a cute twink neighbour, ate dinner with him and his precious daughter. And here he is with his neighbour begging to be fuck wild and rough. Lu Han wants to cry in happiness because this is the best thing could ever happen to him and Jongdae said another day. Is that means they’re more than neighbours across the corridor? Lu Han is in euphoria. He quickly rips off the foil and rolls down on his length. He wants to show how much he likes Jongdae and appreciates him. He strokes his penis, lubricates it. He guides it towards Jongdae ass crack. He playfully slides his penis between his cheeks.
“Lu han just fuck me, stop with the foreplay. I’m going to jerk myself off and leave you blue balls.” Jongdae growls, he muffles his voice in his pillow. Lu Han lowers himself to kiss those cute, round butts. Jongdae whines in embarrassment. Lu Han is too cheesy.
Lu Han stand on his knees and positioned his cock on Jongdae’s awaited ass. He pulls apart his cheeks and slowly and patiently puts the head of his cock slips inside his boy’s pussy. Jongdae is overwhelmed by the burn from the stretch, he sniffles—he wraps his hand around himself to get on the right mood. It’s painful, but he wants the sex. He needs to focus himself on the pleasure part. Lu Han groans at the tightness. He can’t bear it too, he slaps Jongdae’s cheek. “Jongdae try to relax a bit I’m dying here.” Jongdae meekly obeys it, he encourages himself to relax and open up. Lu Han shoves his length until it reaches to the base. Both of his hands grip at his hips—imprint his fingers. It will bruise after this but it’s going to be bloom like a beautiful flower.
He groans, Jongdae contracts his wall and Lu Han pulling out his throbbing cock slowly and re-enters it again with a sharp slam. Jongdae jerks forward and he cries in ecstasy. He tighten his grips on his pillow, he pants and moans wantonly—Lu Han pounds into him without mercy.
“Don’t go soft on me, I’m not a virgin.” He turns his head over his shoulder. Lu Han clutches on Jongdae’s hips and snaps his hips back inside it. He leans down on Jongdae’s expanse pale back and leaves a trail of adoring kisses along his spine. He maintains his pelvic thrust in the same rhythm. Jongdae grinds his hips against Lu Han’s crotch and wiggles his ass asking for more intrusion inside of him.
“Lu Han fuck me hard, fuck me fast and hard. Please Lu Han.” Jongdae begs him and he relax himself on his upper body, rest his head on his arms. He pushes his ass in air—Lu Han hugs him from the back and nosing on Jongdae’s sweaty neck. He’s thrusting his groin harder and deeper into Jongdae’s tight, hot ass. Jongdae curves his spine into a bow and Lu Han adjust himself on his back, kissing and sucking his neck—Jongdae clenches his wall around his pulsing dick. Lu Han moves his hand skitter on Jongdae’s sensitive nipples. He flicks them furiously and Lu Han licks a stripe on his neighbour’s moist, wet neck—sweat and saliva all mixed up. Jongdae muffles his loud, sultry moans in his pillow. He whimpers, feeling his orgasm is building up to its peak. Lu Han is sweltering, he groans on Jongdae’s flaming ears. He rocks his hips back and forth in rough tandem. Jongdae chokes on his moans. Lu Han’s dick is hammering right on his abused prostate. Jongdae’s body is buzzing in rush of adrenaline, he runs his hand down on his navel reaching for his curved penis. It’s slicking with its pre-cum.
He thumbs his slit and sliding down his cock. He’s working himself getting off because Lu Han is plunging deep inside himself merciless.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum. You’re so good Jongdae. Your sweet ass is taking my dick so well like a real cock slut. I’m going to come inside of you.” He whispers, voice thick. Jongdae increase his speed on jerking himself. He verbalise his needs to come, Lu Han kisses his shoulder and lowers his hand down—joining with Jongdae to get him off.
Lu Han spills his semen inside his condom and Jongdae milks his flaccid cock. He lazily thrusts his penis, rides off his orgasm before pulling it out. He pays attention to Jongdae’s dick. He encircled it, exerts more force and pressures to do the trick. And finally Jongdae soiled his bed sheet—cum dripping. He collapses on his bed. He doesn’t care the sticky cum smears on his navel. He’s fatigue after for the first time sex in two years. Lu Han is a true gentleman, instead of squishing on Jongdae’s back he gets up to the bathroom—washing his body and cleanse off the semen from his body.
He returns to the master bedroom with a wet cloth. He sits at the edge of the bed and gently rolls Jongdae laid on his back. He wipes off the semi dry semen on his navel, he hums and inspects is there any residue semen on him.
“I don’t have any spare sheets.” Jongdae listlessly declares. Lu Han laughs heartily. “It’s ok you can borrow mine or take it forever.” He leans down to kiss Jongdae’s lips. He isn’t supposed to that, their relationship is not clarified. But he’s tempted to be intimate with him. Jongdae splits his face into a smile—sincere and lovely. Lu Han is in bliss. “So we are boyfriends?” He asks. Jongdae closes his eyes, thinking and came out with a stern answer. “No, I don’t do boyfriends when I’ve a daughter. I’m looking for someone for me and her. And I think you would love to be substantial for her too.” He pushes up his damp fringe and rest the back of his hand on his forehead.
Lu Han can’t be happier than this, “Potential husband sounds pretty good to me.” He seals the deal with another kiss.
“Mr. Lu Han, wake up it is breakfast time!” Lu Han yawns and stretches his limbs out—splays across the bed. He pushes aside the heavy duvet and sits up in the bed—still yawning. “Mr. Lu Han hurry up, I’m hungry let’s eat breakfast together.” Lu Han ceased, he’s searching for the voice and there’s Aecha stands at the end of the bed in his nightdress. He looks down on himself—he isn’t naked and that’s a relief. He borrowed an oversized t-shirt and a boxer from Jongdae before he went to bed yesterday.” He rubs his blurry eyes with the side of his index finger and smile wryly at cheerful Aecha.
“Good morning Aecha, where’s appa?” He gets off from the bed, barefoot touching the cold floor. He walks closer to Aecha and he instinctively carries her like it’s his daily routine. Aecha doesn’t protest it and sidles against Lu Han’s broad shoulder. “Appa is preparing breakfast in the kitchen. I was taking care of you while appa is out buying groceries. Are you proud of me?” She grins. It’s funny when the table turns, she watches him while he’s sleeping. “I’m proud of you. Thank you Aecha.” He pats her cheeks.
Jongdae is cleaning the countertop—he made grilled cheese, fluffy scrambled eggs, sausage, baked beans and toasted English muffin—Served on individual plates for three. He opens the fridge fetches a carton of fresh orange juices and chocolate milk.
“Appa, Mr. Lu Han is already awake. Let’s eat now!” Aecha shouts from the hallway and Jongdae walks out from the kitchen and bump into them at the dining table. Jongdae smiles at Lu Han and cocks his head to the side. Lu Han puts down Aecha in the chair and seats beside her. “Good morning Jongdae.” He greets him in his hoarse morning voice, he clears his throat. “Good morning, can you eat with Aecha for a sec? I’m going to do laundry and if you want coffee I already made it in the kitchen. Be in a jiffy.” He ruffles Aecha’s hair and walks pass by them to his bedroom. Those dirty sheets are not going to clean themselves.
Lu Han is getting hungry looking at his plate, everything looks so delicious. He picks up the fork and—“Mr. Lu Han why are you sleeping with appa?” Aecha looks at him innocently. Lu Han swears he almost drops his fork. He flustered and stutters, “I-I, we have a sleepover.” He told her, hopes it is plausible enough for a five years old girl to believe it. Aecha stares at him with her doe eyes and asks more. “Do you like appa?”
Lu Han isn’t used to bombarding questions especially his personal affair. He chokes on his spits and look at her disbelief. Oh Lord, she knows it? Aecha doesn’t understand what Lu Han is experiencing right now, but she speaks incredible subject for a little girl. “Appa is gay. He said it to me before he takes me home. He likes guy and he wouldn’t marry to a woman and have a wife. And I wouldn’t have a mother. He told me he was sorry he can’t give me a mother but I don’t mind, having him as my appa is great too. Appa maybe likes you.” He flashes her baby teeth.
Lu Han grabs her head fondly and kisses on her forehead. “Yes I like your appa so much.” He doesn’t have a heart to lie this smart, precious girl. Aecha squeals, “So, does it mean you’re going to be my appa. Oh, no wait. Baba, you’re my baba right? You taught me yesterday.” Lu Han pats both of her chubby cheeks. “Soon I’ll marry your appa and I’ll be your baba.” Aecha gestures him to bend down at her and Lu Han complies it.
“Good morning baba.” She kisses on his cheek—her morning kiss. And Lu Han is delightful at his new title. Soon he’ll get the husband title in matter of time and he anticipates proposing hand marriage Kim Jongdae.
Author's note: idk wat to say abt this... this isn't the real one. I was having stupid-havoc-technical difficulties. Laptop busted and wifi being a bitch. I'll post the real one after revelation.