On Tuesday (1/1)

Lu Han spends most of his Tuesday morning eating take out (yes, early in the morning as breakfast) and being on the phone with Minseok reminding him for just once, cook for himself. He just laughs at Minseok and tells him to come back soon so that he can continue eating nice foods which are of course made by Minseok. Minseok groans at him and Lu Han laughs some more, telling him of how much he loves him as he finishes his take out. Lu Han wants to keep talking and talking to Minseok because his voice makes him feel warm and safe, he makes Lu Han feel at home if he’s with him. Minseok is his home and he is sure that he could go anywhere with Minseok and still feel at home. He misses Minseok a lot and when they had to say goodbye, it was almost excruciating to press the red button to stop the call. He manages to do this anyways. Now in the afternoon, he is lying on the couch with his legs thrown on the armrest, his head resting on the other side as he lazily watches the drama on the television, he doesn’t feel like moving or doing anything anymore, he misses Minseok and if he can just go and call Minseok up again, he would. But then again, Minseok had told him that he’d call him back again. The drama plays and he doesn’t pay attention, the drama (or is it a movie?) is about the era of prince and princess, kings and queens, knights and damsels, and by now, he can tell that it’s a movie by now when he glances at the television and sees the Korean subtitles. Lu Han frowns but he smiles immediately when he gets a new idea for an alternate universe. He runs to their room, taking his notebook and pen before running back and jumping on the couch, looking at the television with a silly grin in his face. Lu Han places the notebook on an armrest and leans against it to write easily. Minseok, I thought of another alternate universe, it’s funny but don’t laugh okay? This enhances my skills as a writer… but I’m not really a writer so don’t laugh at me okay? If you laugh I will sulk. And will hate you forever, but then again, I’m just exaggerating.  So, in this alternate universe, you’re a prince from another kingdom and so am I. I don’t want us to be rivals because we already are in the soccer universe, but in this kingdom, our kingdoms are good friends, joyous and all.  I think we’d be playmates because we’re of the same age, and our fathers are friends but we don’t have sisters, they can’t marry us because… people won’t like that of course. So instead, our kingdoms only become friends.  Naturally we’d become friends too, you’re the quiet, self-reserved prince, almost as cold as ice and I’d be the warmth that will melt your ice, I will be your best friend, I will be your confidante. As young as five years old we’d be friends, see how I always make us friends? Because I really can’t picture a universe with us being friends, At first you’d push me away, running away if I approach you on your big room when my father and I come for a visit in your kingdom. I think you’d also pretend to sleep when I bug you because I want to play with you, but somehow, I know you’d let your walls down and become my friend.  Suddenly we’re sixteen, we spend all the time together and somehow I feel attracted to you. Somehow I feel infatuated, somehow the prince Lu Han in that universe likes how prince Minseok smiles so rarely around others but smiles so widely with him, crooked smile, bunny-teethed and all. The prince Lu Han will fall in love with prince Minseok’s eyes, with prince Minseok’s voice, with prince Minseok’s messy morning hair because sometimes we’d sleep together (Not that type of sleep alright, but genuine sleep) on your bed.  Prince Lu Han will feel confused because at 16, he is in love and he knows that that love will never be reciprocated because we’re princes, and princes are supposed to marry princesses from other kingdoms.  At 18, in a party, you and I will snatch a glass of wine and sneak up to the highest tower in your castle, that tower will be our sanctuary, in that tower, secrets are shared and worries are talked about, that will be our special tower. You and I drink the wine, directly from the bottle with our forearms against the balcony, leaning forward as we watch the fireworks fill the night sky. I think they’d notice that we’re gone so we just laugh about it, laugh about our idiocy and then we’d lock eyes. At that moment when we lock eyes, our system filled with stupid wine, the noise of the fireworks and the music played by the band hired by your father will be blocked out by our ears and the only thing that we can hear would be our heart beats, fast but steady, unsure and nervous.  I think it’d be that will lean in and you’re going to be glued on your spot, staring back into my eyes as I gaze into the windows of your soul, leaning in, inching closer, breathing heavily. Then our lips will meet and the fireworks will come back to our ears again, maybe our heartbeats are louder than them, louder than the music but the kiss will be quick, rushed and full of doubt and stupidity. I will pull back and laugh at myself, downing the rest of the wine but you will not laugh, instead, you will grip on my shoulders and ask me what was that? I will laugh of course because I don’t want my feelings to slip on the spaces of my fingers, because I want us to remain friends. I will tell you that it’s nothing and let’s forget about that, because I am the carefree one. While I am the carefree one, you are not, so you’d tell me your feelings (yes, you like me too, stupid.) you’d tell me about how much you like me and you’d tell me about how that kiss should not mean nothing because it means everything to you, because you have been wanting to kiss me as much as I have been wanting to kiss you too. I will laugh, pull you in a hug and the fireworks will continue shining in the sky, overwhelming the pretty stars and I’d tell you I love you. That I love you a lot. However, the next part of this will be for another day, my hand hurts from writing and I can’t think of a way out of this situation.  Minseok, you’re my prince. Lu Han snorts at his last line and scribbles it out messily, nevertheless, the line can still be read.