To have a good start for the coming New Year, Minseok decided to get his future read. He expected good fortune – after all, this year he got his dream job, dream apartment and his beloved sister got married to a fine young man – and indeed a good fortune he would have. Only he would share it in the company of his mortal enemy, Lu han. Foreword“Okay! Stop right there. Are you seriously saying that I would fall in love and marry this.. this lame excuse for a man here?!” Luhan threw him a nasty glare and Minseok could feel his usually nonexistent temper flare up.“Please ajushhi! We have lived long enough to know that I won’t be happy, much more at peace if I so ever be in a ten meter radius with HIM.” Minseok’s eyebrow twitch in annoyance, how dare this deer looking man have the audacity to beg and kneel as if asking to be saved from inescapable doom?“Don’t get too cocky, deer. You should ask me first if I wanted to be with you, you dickhead.” He scoffed before turning back to the thick eye browed fortune teller who can only gawk at them.“Ha! Who would want to be stuck with a nerdy, short and suitor-less man like you?”“Im what?! I dare you repeat that, bambi. I have suitors, what would you call Heechul hyung and Changmin hyung then?  Too bad you wish it was you.”“Oh, counting the number of suitors are we? You seemed to forget that I have a huge fanclub back then you even had a hard time getting past our classroom door. And oh, I’m actually the one who managed to get Yixing sunbae, dumpling face.”Something snaps in him. “I’ll fucking kill you!” he growled.Before he could launch himself and end Luhan’s life for good, a hesitant cough cut off their banter.“E-excuse me but why are you so against fate when you two had the best fortune I’ve ever read so far. By the end of this year, you will be getting married, live in a nice mansion, one of you will have his business entering its peak and by the end of next year you will be having child-“Please! I’m begging you, reread our fortune!” This time Minseok doesn’t need to be told twice as he kneel beside Luhan, clamping his small hands,  lips quivering and the beginning of tears in his eyes.No, no no! He’s not going to have children with HIM. Fuck no. The idea of marriage is revolting enough, he doesn’t need the image of him having kids with Luhan.Over his dead body.A/N: Erm hello, haha. I knew, I knew. I should be updating my other fic but I just cant seem to type any angst right now. Too much holiday feels inside of me I feel fuzzy. This came into me when I passed a mini caravan near my place and there were people getting their palms read but I dont know how it end up to Xiuhan. Blame the plot bunnies. Btw,  this is just a oneshot (I might post the story tomorrow) so it wont take too much of my time and Ill be updating my other fic as well. Enjoy your holidays guys and spread the Xiuhan love! ^^