tao/luhan please!!
that is a weird pairing but ok.
it's low season at the island. tao spends four consecutive days blissfully lost in the warmth of the ocean, diving and surfing, before he's directed to a student.
now, as he stands in the private beach of the resort he works at, he sort of wishes that he was back in those four days, just lazing around on the sand and sipping martinis. but no, tao is actually paid to work.
"um, sir, if you want to learn how to dive, you need to actually learn how to swim."
"yes, what do you think i'm doing," luhan snaps, legs flailing around in the water. he's looking a bit like a drowned puppy right now. a cute puppy, but nonetheless, not human.
"you might want to remove the flotation devices. and uh, stand up." tao looks down at the water, which barely reaches his belly button.
"DROWNING," luhan shrieks and there he goes again, clambering for anything to hold on to, which, as they are in the ocean surrounded by nothing but salty water, more often than not is tao. perhaps tao shouldn't have asked him to abandon his floats.
luhan is very touchy. luhan is very feely. luhan is terrified of drowning, and hence clings to tao whenever he thinks he is in danger of going under. which is always. tao is starting to think that it would be better to rent himself out as some sort of human flotation device and show luhan the wonders of the sea with the older boy clinging to him like a barnacle.
his thought process is broken when luhan loops his arm around tao's waist. tao is so surprised that he almost forgets to kick his feet to stay afloat. luhan's yelp brings him to earth and he manages to recover fast enough that his hair doesn't even get wet.
swimming has been ingrained in tao since he was a wee toddler, brought to the beach by his sun loving parents who owned a summer beach house on one of the islands dotting the philippines. his mother used to joke that tao is a sea monkey, the way he lives for sand castles and flops happily in the shallow waves.
but luhan. luhan.
"luhan, kick your feet." luhan kicks his feet. once. and proceeds to sink into the water. he yelps and his fingers are digging into tao's waist again.
it disturbs tao so much that he wears a wetsuit the next day. the heat from luhan still transfers onto his skin just the same. tao actually forgets how to swim this time.
it's low season at the island. tao spends four consecutive days blissfully lost in the warmth of the ocean, diving and surfing, before he's directed to a student.
now, as he stands in the private beach of the resort he works at, he sort of wishes that he was back in those four days, just lazing around on the sand and sipping martinis. but no, tao is actually paid to work.
"um, sir, if you want to learn how to dive, you need to actually learn how to swim."
"yes, what do you think i'm doing," luhan snaps, legs flailing around in the water. he's looking a bit like a drowned puppy right now. a cute puppy, but nonetheless, not human.
"you might want to remove the flotation devices. and uh, stand up." tao looks down at the water, which barely reaches his belly button.
"DROWNING," luhan shrieks and there he goes again, clambering for anything to hold on to, which, as they are in the ocean surrounded by nothing but salty water, more often than not is tao. perhaps tao shouldn't have asked him to abandon his floats.
luhan is very touchy. luhan is very feely. luhan is terrified of drowning, and hence clings to tao whenever he thinks he is in danger of going under. which is always. tao is starting to think that it would be better to rent himself out as some sort of human flotation device and show luhan the wonders of the sea with the older boy clinging to him like a barnacle.
his thought process is broken when luhan loops his arm around tao's waist. tao is so surprised that he almost forgets to kick his feet to stay afloat. luhan's yelp brings him to earth and he manages to recover fast enough that his hair doesn't even get wet.
swimming has been ingrained in tao since he was a wee toddler, brought to the beach by his sun loving parents who owned a summer beach house on one of the islands dotting the philippines. his mother used to joke that tao is a sea monkey, the way he lives for sand castles and flops happily in the shallow waves.
but luhan. luhan.
"luhan, kick your feet." luhan kicks his feet. once. and proceeds to sink into the water. he yelps and his fingers are digging into tao's waist again.
it disturbs tao so much that he wears a wetsuit the next day. the heat from luhan still transfers onto his skin just the same. tao actually forgets how to swim this time.