exo!fencing au; [drabblesx2]
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todokanugood luck; 550w
in which exo-m fence and this is a hg!au repost
"Did you see that? Why did no one else see that? How did no one else see that?" With the din of clashing metal, the beeps of the electric equipment, and the usual cacaphony that resulted from a meelee of several hundred people in one large room, no one really paid attention to Lu Han's angry hissing at the judge. Beside him, Yixing awkwardly adjusted his mask in one hand as he patted Lu Han on the shoulder.
"It's not a big deal," Yixing says. He leans against Lu Han, resting his chin against his shoulder as Lu Han gestures violently at either the judge, or at Jongdae's much taller opponent who, Yixing agrees, did just step entirely past the back line of the piste.
"That was a yellow card," Lu Han insists. For someone who says that epee is too rough and not worth it, Lu Han is surprisingly invested in the bouts, and Yixing tells him so.
Lu Han whacks him on the back of the head. "That's Jongade's pride on the line over there, I'm just keeping a look out for him!"
"He's up four-one," Yixing points out. "I don't think he needs you."
"Everyone needs me," Lu Han huffs, and then laughs at himself. Unlike Yixing who's decked out in his full gear, Lu Han is dressed casually in a t-shirt and shorts, although his neon orange hair might as well be a flashing sign for where they're standing at one end of the piste. This makes it easy for Kris and Zitao to find and squish their way over to them, food in hand.
"Good morning," Yixing greets brightly, shuffling over to make room for them. "You missed Jongdae's first bout."
Zitao looks at Yixing, and then at KIM who falls for a feint, bringing the score to four-two. "But, why are you here?"
"Don't worry, Yixing demolished his first opponent and you haven't missed Yixing and Jongdae's bout yet." There's a twinkle in Lu Han's eyes that says he's more than looking forward to the match up between his two friends, probably because he's got a bet going on it.
Judging from Kris's cough, Yixing is probably right. He sighs. "I fence saber," he points out. "It'd be weird if I won."
"How come I'm the only one who didn't know about this?" Zitao whines, and Kris just holds up his phone in answer.
"Don't worry, we're betting on how badly you'll lose," Lu Han says calmly, his eyes never leaving Jongdae's bout. "I think you'll get at least two points, Kris doesn't think you'll score any. I'm the better friend."
Kris rolls his eyes in exasperation. "I don't place losing bets," he says - but is cut off by Jongdae's winning point and Lu Han's subsequent cheer.
"Ha! Knew it!" Lu Han crows as he waves Jongdae over as if Jongdae didn't know where they were sitting in the first place.
As Zitao envelops Jongdae in a hug, Yixing settles for patting him on his sweaty head. "Told you it wasn't a big deal," Yixing says to Lu Han, but Lu Han is too busy pointing out Jongdae's mistakes to be listening.
"Issing Zhang," the judge calls, and Jongdae clasps Yixing's hand.
"Good luck," he says. The grin from his win is still plastered on his face.
"Mmhmm," Yixing says. Lu Han's fingers slip warm against his bare hand, and he smiles as he walks up to the piste. That was all the luck he needed.
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better than good; 696w
in which exo-m fence and this is a hg!au repost
"Did you see that? Why did no one else see that? How did no one else see that?" With the din of clashing metal, the beeps of the electric equipment, and the usual cacaphony that resulted from a meelee of several hundred people in one large room, no one really paid attention to Lu Han's angry hissing at the judge. Beside him, Yixing awkwardly adjusted his mask in one hand as he patted Lu Han on the shoulder.
"It's not a big deal," Yixing says. He leans against Lu Han, resting his chin against his shoulder as Lu Han gestures violently at either the judge, or at Jongdae's much taller opponent who, Yixing agrees, did just step entirely past the back line of the piste.
"That was a yellow card," Lu Han insists. For someone who says that epee is too rough and not worth it, Lu Han is surprisingly invested in the bouts, and Yixing tells him so.
Lu Han whacks him on the back of the head. "That's Jongade's pride on the line over there, I'm just keeping a look out for him!"
"He's up four-one," Yixing points out. "I don't think he needs you."
"Everyone needs me," Lu Han huffs, and then laughs at himself. Unlike Yixing who's decked out in his full gear, Lu Han is dressed casually in a t-shirt and shorts, although his neon orange hair might as well be a flashing sign for where they're standing at one end of the piste. This makes it easy for Kris and Zitao to find and squish their way over to them, food in hand.
"Good morning," Yixing greets brightly, shuffling over to make room for them. "You missed Jongdae's first bout."
Zitao looks at Yixing, and then at KIM who falls for a feint, bringing the score to four-two. "But, why are you here?"
"Don't worry, Yixing demolished his first opponent and you haven't missed Yixing and Jongdae's bout yet." There's a twinkle in Lu Han's eyes that says he's more than looking forward to the match up between his two friends, probably because he's got a bet going on it.
Judging from Kris's cough, Yixing is probably right. He sighs. "I fence saber," he points out. "It'd be weird if I won."
"How come I'm the only one who didn't know about this?" Zitao whines, and Kris just holds up his phone in answer.
"Don't worry, we're betting on how badly you'll lose," Lu Han says calmly, his eyes never leaving Jongdae's bout. "I think you'll get at least two points, Kris doesn't think you'll score any. I'm the better friend."
Kris rolls his eyes in exasperation. "I don't place losing bets," he says - but is cut off by Jongdae's winning point and Lu Han's subsequent cheer.
"Ha! Knew it!" Lu Han crows as he waves Jongdae over as if Jongdae didn't know where they were sitting in the first place.
As Zitao envelops Jongdae in a hug, Yixing settles for patting him on his sweaty head. "Told you it wasn't a big deal," Yixing says to Lu Han, but Lu Han is too busy pointing out Jongdae's mistakes to be listening.
"Issing Zhang," the judge calls, and Jongdae clasps Yixing's hand.
"Good luck," he says. The grin from his win is still plastered on his face.
"Mmhmm," Yixing says. Lu Han's fingers slip warm against his bare hand, and he smiles as he walks up to the piste. That was all the luck he needed.
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better than good; 696w
Minseok feints to sixte, before lunging with a clean cut to quinte. Yixing reacts too slowly to dance out of the way like he usually does and lets out a yelp of surprise when he feels the contact. Minseok crows in victory, peeling off his mask and shaking his sweat-plastered bangs from his face.
"You're good," Yixing says, as he mirrors Minseok's actions. He grins, awkwardly blinking sweat from his eyes before he gives up with a lopsided shrug. They shake hands out of habit, even though this is the hallway of Yixing's apartment, and not an actual piste. It's also halfway through summer, and over thirty five degrees outside, and there was no way in hell either of them were going to venture further outside than they had to.
Besides, the apartment had air conditioning. That was all they really needed, they'd reasoned.
Dropping their masks and sabers off next to the kitchen table, Minseok peels off his glove and leaves it on the counter while he digs two mugs out from the drying rack.
"You're here so often you might as well live here," Yixing jokes from where he's fishing for the ice cream in the freezer.
Minseok looks up from the sink and shrugs. "And interrupt all your Chinese? I'll pass."
Yixing chuckles, as he finally pulls a carton of chocolate ice cream out of the fridge. "Sorry, Yifan, I mean, Kris won rock paper scissors for the flavour of the week."
"Hey, I'm not the one paying. Can't complain." Minseok grins. He leans back against the counter, unzipping his jacket and taking several gulps of water from the mug. Yixing bustles around the kitchen as he searches for two clean bowls and spoons, eventually finding them in the unused dish washer.
"I always forget we put things in there to dry," he says ruefully.
Minseok watches him thoughtfully. Yixing isn't tall like Kris, but the line of his body is still sleek and slender, and in the white of his fencing jacket, he looks incredibly beautiful, as always. Even with it unzipped. Which is a dumb thought. "Of course fencers are beautiful," Zitao always insists. Sometimes, he'll pause thoughtfully and then add: "unless you're old. Maybe."
"Hey," Minseok says. Yixing hums and twists to look back at him. "You were going easy on me again weren't you?"
Yixing twists his lips into a quizzical smile. "Not really," he says. "I'm really not that good."
Minseok scoffs. "Lies. If you weren't that good you wouldn't be here." Here, being university, with a fencing scholarship, but Yixing just ducks his head and finishes scooping out the ice cream.
"Where's Lu Han anyway?" Minseok asks, changing the subject. "I was surprised when he didn't try to smother me to death again."
Yixing laughs, his shoulders hitching up and down as he hands Minseok a bowl of ice cream. "Studying. At the library. Yifa—Kris got tired of him bothering him when he was studying, so they both went to the library. They have a midterm on Monday."
"Ahhh," Minseok nods understandingly. The kitchen falls silent except for the click of metal against ceramic. Minseok finishes first, and toys with the last bits of melted ice cream still in the bowl for a few seconds before he goes to wash it in the sink.
"Oh, just leave it there," Yixing says, jogging over a distance that could have been walked. "I'll wash it!"
Minseok shrugs and grins wryly. "It'll be faster this way," he says, reaching for a dishcloth. "Besides, wanna go another round?"
Yixing laughs, hovering behind Minseok's shoulders. "It's so hot," he says, and then shrugs too. "I need the practice too, but, Minseok, why don't you compete more? I mean it when I said you're good."
Minseok hums and balances the bowl precariously on the drying rack. "Too much work," he says, giving the same answer he always does. He shrugs again, and turns, nearly crashing into Yixing. Minseok makes a face as Yixing stumbles backwards before Minseok steadies him by the waist.
"If this was a bout, I guess I lose," Yixing laughs.
Minseok laughs too. "Touche."
"You're good," Yixing says, as he mirrors Minseok's actions. He grins, awkwardly blinking sweat from his eyes before he gives up with a lopsided shrug. They shake hands out of habit, even though this is the hallway of Yixing's apartment, and not an actual piste. It's also halfway through summer, and over thirty five degrees outside, and there was no way in hell either of them were going to venture further outside than they had to.
Besides, the apartment had air conditioning. That was all they really needed, they'd reasoned.
Dropping their masks and sabers off next to the kitchen table, Minseok peels off his glove and leaves it on the counter while he digs two mugs out from the drying rack.
"You're here so often you might as well live here," Yixing jokes from where he's fishing for the ice cream in the freezer.
Minseok looks up from the sink and shrugs. "And interrupt all your Chinese? I'll pass."
Yixing chuckles, as he finally pulls a carton of chocolate ice cream out of the fridge. "Sorry, Yifan, I mean, Kris won rock paper scissors for the flavour of the week."
"Hey, I'm not the one paying. Can't complain." Minseok grins. He leans back against the counter, unzipping his jacket and taking several gulps of water from the mug. Yixing bustles around the kitchen as he searches for two clean bowls and spoons, eventually finding them in the unused dish washer.
"I always forget we put things in there to dry," he says ruefully.
Minseok watches him thoughtfully. Yixing isn't tall like Kris, but the line of his body is still sleek and slender, and in the white of his fencing jacket, he looks incredibly beautiful, as always. Even with it unzipped. Which is a dumb thought. "Of course fencers are beautiful," Zitao always insists. Sometimes, he'll pause thoughtfully and then add: "unless you're old. Maybe."
"Hey," Minseok says. Yixing hums and twists to look back at him. "You were going easy on me again weren't you?"
Yixing twists his lips into a quizzical smile. "Not really," he says. "I'm really not that good."
Minseok scoffs. "Lies. If you weren't that good you wouldn't be here." Here, being university, with a fencing scholarship, but Yixing just ducks his head and finishes scooping out the ice cream.
"Where's Lu Han anyway?" Minseok asks, changing the subject. "I was surprised when he didn't try to smother me to death again."
Yixing laughs, his shoulders hitching up and down as he hands Minseok a bowl of ice cream. "Studying. At the library. Yifa—Kris got tired of him bothering him when he was studying, so they both went to the library. They have a midterm on Monday."
"Ahhh," Minseok nods understandingly. The kitchen falls silent except for the click of metal against ceramic. Minseok finishes first, and toys with the last bits of melted ice cream still in the bowl for a few seconds before he goes to wash it in the sink.
"Oh, just leave it there," Yixing says, jogging over a distance that could have been walked. "I'll wash it!"
Minseok shrugs and grins wryly. "It'll be faster this way," he says, reaching for a dishcloth. "Besides, wanna go another round?"
Yixing laughs, hovering behind Minseok's shoulders. "It's so hot," he says, and then shrugs too. "I need the practice too, but, Minseok, why don't you compete more? I mean it when I said you're good."
Minseok hums and balances the bowl precariously on the drying rack. "Too much work," he says, giving the same answer he always does. He shrugs again, and turns, nearly crashing into Yixing. Minseok makes a face as Yixing stumbles backwards before Minseok steadies him by the waist.
"If this was a bout, I guess I lose," Yixing laughs.
Minseok laughs too. "Touche."
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Date: 2013-08-24 09:21 pm (UTC)Xiulay is such a rare pairing, but it's always so adorable *.*
Lu Han's fingers slip warm against his bare hand, and he smiles as he walks up to the piste. That was all the luck he needed.
This line. This line. All my feelsā„
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Date: 2013-08-24 10:15 pm (UTC)cry they're such a cute under-the-table/laid-back pairing sigh i bet they're super cuddly ;;;
xinglu my otp n_n
ty for reading i'm glad you liked it!
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Date: 2013-08-24 11:31 pm (UTC)Omg i love how you write xinglu ;;;; and the xiulay is so so precious!
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Date: 2013-08-25 01:01 am (UTC)tyyyyyyy n_n
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Date: 2013-08-25 12:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-26 03:52 am (UTC)thanks for reading and i'm glad you liked it!