minseok

Minseok hates cats more than anything. Well, maybe not more than his neighbor, but it's a close call and it's the same thing anyway because his neighbor is the only one in this god forsaken apartment complex who's housing like a dozen cats. He can't prove it, but he thinks there are fifty. Sehun tells him that isn't possible, but Minseok has been cataloguing each filthy creature he's come across and either they can change fur colors at will, or there are fifty cats.

His neighbor doesn't look like he's stuffed fifty cats into his apartment, but Minseok doesn't like to judge a book by its cover. He'd rather judge it by how many fucking cats it has.

His name is Lu Han. Lu. Han. He's a pretty boy, exchange student and they had moved in almost simultaneously. While Minseok's mandarin has a slight Korean accent, Lu Han’s sounds french. He even says his own name like Liu Ahn and if Minseok didn't see his nameplate after a cat had popped up from behind the kid's mailbox, he'd have thought the kid was, in fact, Liu Ahn. In short, Lu Han is a nightmare and Minseok hates cats and yes, he is going to let some fifteen year old trauma keep him from giving a stranger the benefit of the doubt and okay, maybe he thinks Lu Han is super hot, but god - cats.

Today, he runs into Lu Han in the elevator and he does a pretty impressive job of not sighing in despair. You see, for Christmas, Jongdae gave him this book titled 'How to Find Inner Peace in Situations that Annoy You' and he'd made a cross in the air - touching his forehead and then his belly and then going from one shoulder to the next. He'd then mimed sprinkling holy water at Minseok and whispering, may this suck the darkness form your soul and help you find God. It'd been a gag gift (Jongdae's real gift had been a nice watch), but Minseok had found himself reading it anyway - cursing his best friend as he passed every chapter.

One entire chapter had been about Annoying Neighbors, and the author had ended it with, give them a chance, maybe you'll find a new best friend. Now, as Lu Han shuffles awkwardly next to him, that's all Minseok can think of.

Lu Han is wearing a sweatshirt with cat hair on it, but he smells fantastic and his jeans mold around his ass perfectly - as Minseok's very subtle side-scan tells him. He keeps fiddling with the hem of the sweatshirt and when Minseok glances at his face, he sees he's blushing a little. Minseok frowns - it's adorable.

"Hi," he blurts out and Lu Han's head snaps up - eyes wide.

"Hi," he says, "Hello. Um. Hey."

Minseok frowns some more. The french accent sort of makes Minseok want to blow him. Disgusted with himself, he just nods and stares at the other side of the elevator, reading some of the flyers pasted on that are probably years old. He surprised when he hears Lu Han's deep, sweet voice.

"I live next door to you."

"I know," Minseok says, slowly turning to look at him, and that just makes Lu Han blush more.

"I, um. Do you go to school here?"

Minseok thinks, obviously, but remembers a quote from the book - Is it worth being an asshole over it? - and says, "Yes. Fourth year."

"Me too," Lu Han says, easing up a little bit and smiling, "I'm Lu Han."

He says it like Liu Ahn again and fuck, Minseok definitely wants to blow him.

"I know. The french transfer with all the cats."

That makes Lu Han laugh and Minseok is delighted to see that the pretty, perfect line of his jaw looks unhinged and horrendous. Somehow, by the time they reach their floor, Lu Han has wiggled his way into Minseok's Don't Hate (Maybe) List and he's also somehow wiggled Minseok's phone number.

Beijing is as expensive as it is beautiful and apart from parental financing, he’s been relying on his job at the coffee shop for pocket money. Fourth year isn’t too stressful and he’ll be back in Korea by the end of the semester. It also helps that the coffee shop is right under the apartment complex so he has a perfect escape for when he’s overwhelmed by minimal to moderate human contact.

Minseok’s in the coffee shop staring blankly out the window as people scramble to get out of the rain when his phone buzzes softly in his apron.

He plucks it out of the pocket and glances down at the screen. 

french cat owner: hey!

It takes Minseok a minute and then like a Pavlovian response, he suddenly feels a little parched and licks his lips. He fires back a ‘hi’ and adds some ellipses to seem appropriately detached. Immediately, the speech bubble pops and blinks in and out of existence for five minutes before a new message shows up.

french cat owner: i have to preface this by saying i don’t stalk you or anything but i know where you work and when you do, so can i take you out to dinner after your shift is over

Minseok is wholly flustered and he’s sure he’s blushing. He glares at the offending message even as he types back ‘sure’.

Lu Han takes them to the little Vietnamese place down the street for dinner and somehow manages to tell Minseok half his life story on the way. He’s a Beijing native who lived in Paris for the past decade and came back to finish his last year at the international University. His family is still here but he feels more comfortable staying in the apartment - Minseok doesn’t miss the way his tone is slightly cold when he talks about them. He’s also apparently a foodie and shockingly, a cat lover.

Minseok works past the cat tales expertly with his mind on the mission - Lu Han’s dick. 

Blessedly, when the food arrives, Minseok steers the conversation to school. Lu Han’s studying Business same as Minseok. Unlike Minseok, he’s got a whole company ready-made for him to take over. And, he can’t even hate him for it because Lu Han seems to resent it more than anything. 

By the time they’re done with dinner, it’s close to midnight. They walk each other back to the apartment complex and Minseok tries to be casual as he invites Lu Han into his place.

The french transfer’s cock is as pretty as the rest of him, curving beautiful as the thick length of it is under the mercy of Minseok’s mouth. Lu Han’s thighs are surprisingly well-muscled and quivering as Minseok holds them to keep Lu Han from thrusting forward. This is Minseok’s dessert, after all.

Lu Han groans, says something soft in french that has Minseok rubbing his palm against his own cock. There are thin, long fingers in his hair, tugging and doing everything short of holding him still to fuck his face. 

“I always figured you’d be a nightmare,” Lu Han says, looking down at an impish Minseok with dark, dark eyes, “Used to imagine this a hundred times and yet, you’ve turned out to be even worse than I thought.”

Minseok licks a strip clean from Lu Han’s balls to the tip of his cock and watches the man bite down a shout. 

“I aim to please,” Minseok remarks and gives the tip another lick. 

“You,” Lu Han grits out even as he smirks, “are a torture.”

His accent is heavier than it’s ever been and the look in his eyes is unreasonably soft and Minseok feels a terrifying inkling of something other than lust.