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part seven: opening august 22, 4pm kst

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Jongdae slides his arm around Minseok, nice and easy and unhampered by Luhan's almost constant presence for once. There's no one else to monopolize Minseok, no manager to order them around, no cameras to stare endlessly at the two of them as they attempt to carve a place for themselves amongst the millions, billions of people in China.

No, the only carving going on is that of Jongdae's ass into the dorm's worn-out couch. Minseok's ass too, but that's a topic Jongdae avoids thinking about too often.

"What's on?"

He leans closer, close enough that he can nudge the sides of their heads together. It's nice being this close to another person out of his own volition rather than because the crowds are pressing against him too tight or because the cameras can only fit so many people on screen at once. The angle is still uncomfortable, but that's the only thing that is for once.

Minseok's initial reply is just a simple humming noise, the tone clearer than any of his lines in their songs so far. No Mandarin to stumble over, no words period. Jongdae closes his eyes and imagines this smooth, careless confidence replacing all of Minseok's hesistant pauses during their recordings.

But then he opens them; he knows better than to want too much, too soon.

"A comedy?" Minseok finally guesses. He squints at the television screen, tapping his index finger on one of his cheeks to a steady rhythm Jongdae probably wouldn't be able to pick up even if he could hear it. "Or maybe a drama. One lady just poured her drink on the other."

Jongdae laughs anyway as he watches the pretty Chinese actress scream until her face turns purple, as he watches Minseok imitate the movement of her lips, mouthing words he doesn't even understand.

"Is someone going to have to practice their Mandarin a bit more?" he teases, although it's not like he gets what the program is about either. They might as well be watching a silent film in his opinion.

He hears a tiny huff, made louder only be their proximity but tempered by Minseok rolling his eyes. Annoyance tempered by amusement, or maybe amusement masquerading as annoyance? There are as many ways for Jongdae to read Minseok's actions as there are for him to inflect a tone in his shoddy Mandarin even after spending months studying both, but strangely enough only one of the two actually frustrates him.

Jongdae doesn't get a chance to take in much else though, not when Minseok starts trying to shove him off the couch in retaliation. Even the sight of Minseok's somewhat gummy grin as he pushes Jongdae's face back with the palm of his hand is no match for pure arm muscle and determination though -- Jongdae stays latched on, burying his face into the older boy's shoulder.

"Get off me! Jongdae!"

Minseok doesn't mean it though. Minseok never means it, not when Jongdae drapes himself over him during the middle of a recording or when he crawls into Minseok's bed late at night, burrowing into the one other place other than his own lonely sheets that make him think of a lonely little peninsula across the Yellow Sea.

"I'm sorry, hyung," Jongdae chuckles anyway, letting the familiar honorific linger on his tongue. Here in China, Jongdae only really has one after all. After a lifetime of wasting it in more ways than he can bother to remember, the word has become a far more precious commodity here.

It's not just because of all of the Mandarin he's had to cram through his eyes, into his brain, and out his mouth though, or the ge's he's had to dole out since first stepping foot in Beijing all those months ago. It can't be, not when Jongdae feels his arm tingle so often it's as if he really does control lightning, when in reality it's just Minseok leaning into his arms and creating a warm buzz throughout his body.

Minseok exhales, so deeply his shoulders rise and fall and take Jongdae with them.

There's something precious about that too.

"Hyung," Jongdae whines again before Minseok can make any indication of accepting his lackluster apology. He wonders how much of his feelings can fit into that one syllable, wonders if Minseok will understand it any better than the lyrics of their songs.

"Jongdae," Minseok replies, his voice airy and light and soft. He turns his eyes away from the screen, focusing instead on Jongdae as he raises an eyebrow. The upward tilt of the corner of his lips tells Jongdae everything he needs to know though, and his tone would be no less clear in Seoul, his message neither.

anon your writing is so lovely, i seriously cannot even. i am crap at properly reviewing things so let me just quote the bits i like at you:

There are as many ways for Jongdae to read Minseok's actions as there are for him to inflect a tone in his shoddy Mandarin even after spending months studying both, but strangely enough only one of the two actually frustrates him.

Minseok doesn't mean it though. Minseok never means it, not when Jongdae drapes himself over him during the middle of a recording or when he crawls into Minseok's bed late at night, burrowing into the one other place other than his own lonely sheets that make him think of a lonely little peninsula across the Yellow Sea.

"I'm sorry, hyung," Jongdae chuckles anyway, letting the familiar honorific linger on his tongue. Here in China, Jongdae only really has one after all. After a lifetime of wasting it in more ways than he can bother to remember, the word has become a far more precious commodity here.

please please please write more because you've done such a great job with their dynamic and i love you ;~;

thanks, anon >_< i haven't written properly in ages, so i was worried that this was kinda weak and what did i tell you about my romances, i am so dry they can't even kiss ;_;

i'm so glad you have bits that you actually like, and i wish i could write more but i am rather spent although finishing that xiuchen analysis thing might revive me tonight lol. i was worried about my idea of their dynamics though, i just wanted jongdae to initiate, minseok to be both playful and laidback, and the whole situation to be low-pressure and relaxed lol i'm glad that worked for you though

also, your turn now hahaha

hey there doesn't necessarily have to be any kissing to make something romantic :) but no i think you really captured what you were going for because it was very relaxed but intimate at the same time? like i said i am horrible at reviewing things lmao.

i will dedicate myself tomorrow to my xiuchen wip, i promise~

yeah, you're right~ i just want more xiuchen then i can write for myself, i guess lol but yay for capturing that! \o/ i'm just happy to talk to you about this, your reviewing skills are fine lol

and yay \o/ i can't wait :3 hopefully i can write more too~!

da but wow. wow this was adorable and i'm starting to approve of xiuchen and :( wow, so cute!!

i'm so happy! xiuchen is an adorable ship with two adorable boys and i heartily encourage you to give it a try? lol but thanks so much! i'm glad you thought it was cute :)

i don't think i have a choice :( i'm going through their tumblr tag and i'm already in love!

here, have a synchronized clap for your lovely fic :)
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that's exactly how i got sucked in too ;_; i would say save yourself, but i am selfish and want as many xiuchen shipmates as possible

and anon, i squeaked a little, oh my heart ;_;

dda but i love xiuchen and i love this and i love you!

so much love omg, thank you, anon ;u; so glad to hear from another xiuchen fan, just thank you so much! i'm really glad you liked it! ilu too

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part seven: opening august 22, 4pm kst

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