lie to me

[beijingaccent9]

Title: lie to me
Pairing: xiuhan
Warning: hints of infidelity(?)
A/N: written for xiuhan daily drabble challenge, prompt 71

Minseok has developed a habit of sleeping on their couch.


He slowly opened his eyes as he heard footsteps nearing where the sofa was. He rubbed his eyes, trying to adjust to the sudden streak of light welcoming him after a nap. He woke up to a slightly drunk Lu Han, hair disheveled as he groaned in pain. Headache trying to get the best of him, but he still had some sanity left. Thankfully.

"Welcome home." Minseok said as he forced his body stand up, also sore because of the horrible sleeping position he had been a few minutes ago. 

"My boss offered me a drink. I couldn't refuse." Lu Han lied again, although Minseok knew it was best not to believe him. The younger tried to place a kiss on Minseok's lips, the older retaliated and simply went to crash on his own bed.

Lu Han had a scent Minseok was familiar with. And it wasn't Lu Han's scent, nor it was his. Minseok had an idea, but it was not easy to digest.



Lu Han came home late the following day. Their apartment smelled like a homemade cake and a Chinese dish he used to have for meals back in Beijing, back in his real home, a place without Minseok. He saw a sleeping Minseok curled up in a fetal position, possibly shivering in cold. 

Lu Han went straight to the kitchen, astonished as he witnessed a table for two in the middle, rose petals sprawled across the wide expanse of the floor, a hotpot that should have lived up to its name but lost its warmth as it waited, but never got the attention it deserved. The icing on the cake were starting to melt. How long did Minseok wait this time?

He turned around seeing Minseok standing in front of him, wearing an oversized tee that made his tiny figure a little more obvious, shorts that presented two skinny legs resembling sticks. What has he done to Minseok?

"You're here," The older yawned, looking uninterested as he saw the man he had spent an entire seven years with. "I shouldn't have cooked."

"I was out with a colleague. Treated me for a dinner." Lu Han bit his lips and curled his fists into a ball. He wanted to say sorry, but could not. "Said it was his birthday."

Minseok snarled. "Funny." He looked down as he ran his fingers through the course of his smooth blonde hair. "It was also my birthday." 

Lu Han had the same scent as yesterday's. It didn't belong to anyone in their home.



It was the same old routine. At 8pm, Minseok would get his favorite pillow and would head straight to their living room. He would hug it as he watch his favorite series, check his phone from time to time to see if Lu Han sent something... anything. By 10pm, he would end up falling asleep. An hour later, Lu Han would arrive, having a different scent on the fabric of his dress shirt.

"You shouldn't have waited." Lu Han said as he removed his socks by the door of their apartment. He had his bag clung around his shoulder, phone ringing suddenly. Minseok saw a glimpse of the caller id, Sehun. 

"Why were you late this time?" Minseok asked, prying Lu Han's whereabouts not because he wanted to know. He just wanted to see if he would lie again. 

"Clients rushing to get their interim financial statements. Couldn't deny them." Lu Han trying to make his excuses believable became sort of a habit, just like Minseok sleeping on the sofa. "Too risky to lose such."

Minseok laughed at himself. Lu Han wasn't sure why.



The Chinese man went home early on a Friday night with the same scent he had when he left that morning and with that came a tiny bit of hope. Maybe Lu Han could still change, maybe he could still go back to the Lu Han that Minseok fell in love with. 

"I hope you can be honest with me, Lu Han." Minseok said with a monotoned voice, expressionless though a bit hopeful.

"I am honest with you." Liar.



Lu Han went home early the next day and Minseok wasn't there anymore.