The 12th Floor of Apartment E

Made in Heaven

Minseok is flattened to the floor the moment he opens his front door.

Luhan blinks down at him, fingers digging into the teacher's waistband. "Hey," the translator grins. One hand comes up and fingers lightly press against Minseok's cheek. Luhan drags his lips over Minseok's cheek bone, kissing down to Minseok's ear and then across to the teacher's mouth. Minseok tilts his head up, letting Luhan kiss him until they're both breathless. He fists a hand in Luhan's hair.

"Zitao went down with Baekhyunie," Minseok says after the kiss—after Luhan has rolled off of Minseok. The translator reaches back slightly to slam the door closed before settling back and kneeling between Minseok's legs, one hand still at the teacher's hip.

Luhan grins again. "Yeah," he says. "I know."

Minseok sits up and wraps his arms around Luhan's waist. "You saw them on your way up?"

"Yeah," Luhan says, and slaps both of his hands against Minseok's cheeks playfully—the teacher laughs, tightening his arms against Luhan's waist and leaning forward to bring their lips together again. "Zitao was down there to meet up with Wufan, so I just stopped by the desk and said hi to Kyungsoo and Jongin."

Minseok raises his eyebrows, and tilts his head. "Were you nice?" he asks.

Luhan simply gives another grin—right before he throws himself at Minseok and knocks them both to the floor again.

The clock on Minseok's nightstand reads some time past two in the morning when Luhan wakes up in the darkness from the sound of the front door opening. He gently shifts Minseok out of his arms, as carefully as possible so the other man doesn't wake up, and then swings his legs out of the sheets and onto the floor. It's pitch black in the room, so Luhan has to rummage around at the footboard to grab the first pair of pants he can find, foregoing underwear for the moment, and then pulls them on hastily before he heads out.

Zitao has the refrigerator open, the light penetrating the darkness of the apartment. Luhan silently walks up to the counter, smiling inwardly as he flicks on the smallest of the kitchen lights and watches as Zitao jumps a little before whirling around. "Ge," Zitao breathes, eyes wide.

Luhan leans on the counter, pressing the warm skin of his arms against the cool granite. "Did you have fun with Wufan?" he grins.

"What makes you think that?" Zitao asks back coyly.

The translator lets out a short laugh, as Zitao closes the refrigerator, emerging with a bottle of iced tea, and stands at the opposite side of the island. The younger man breaks the seal of the cap open and downs a few sips before placing it on the countertop. "He's nice, right?" Luhan says lightly, and then laughs again at an afterthought. "I wonder if he remembers when I had to babysit you instead of going on dates with him," he adds and Zitao smiles.

"He's nice," Zitao says, nodding thoughtfully, and then turns those deep set eyes onto Luhan steadily. "So why'd you break up with him, ge?"

Luhan bites back a smile at how that part of Zitao has stuck through ever since Luhan's known him (although there's never been a moment when Luhan hasn't known Zitao, because Luhan has known Zitao ever since the translator's mother brought Luhan over to the neighbor's house to see a pink, wrinkled baby clinging for dear life to the large stuffed panda in his crib). Zitao has always had a thing for saying things exactly the way they form in his mind—bluntly and straightforwardly, without reserve, but in such a Huang Zitao way that it never comes out as acerbic.