Mean EXO; Lu Han confronts Kyungsoo.

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~650 words
(After the party.)


The party had started out okay and followed Freytag's dramatic structure. So far, Lu Han's not entirely sure if he's still trekking up along the rising action, has reached the climax, or is working his way to the conclusion, because nothing is making any goddamn sense.

Kyungsoo's a back-stabbing slut. Lu Han knows this, but he had thought that maybe--just maybe, through the haze of entrapping lust and deep beneath the caked on products and designer clothes--Kyungsoo was actually an okay guy. Seeing him trying to perform a tonsillectomy on Jongin with nothing but his tongue kind of proved otherwise.

And what excuse could there possibly be? Lu Han's a positive thinker. Maybe Kyungsoo was making sure Jongin was a suitable fit and taste for Lu Han. Perhaps he came from a culture that said goodbye with actions more than words. Could be that seeing Jongin in tear-away pants chased away all reason, which Lu Han could honestly understand, but no.

No. Just ... No.

Do Kyungsoo was a dick. A walking dick with a dick for a brain.

A little dick in a big way.

And now, for whatever reason, neither Minseok nor Chanyeol would talk to him. They won't even LOOK at him, and Lu Han has no idea what's wrong. If his instincts are accurate, Kyungsoo's behind it. Or his lackeys. Not Yixing; Yixing's too nice and was sitting with Lu Han backstage while waiting for practice to start.

There's a hush in conversation but shiver of whispers when Kyungsoo, flanked by Baekhyun and Jongdae, make their grand entrance from the auditorium doors rather than stage doors.

Something churned in Lu Han's gut, and he stood before Yixing could grab him.

"YOU!" He thrust out his arm, pointer finger aimed dangerously at Kyungsoo's nose. "You MISERABLE little bitch!"

Cool and a cucumber--and wearing a shirt the same shade of green, wow; embarrassment, much?--the little queen stood a safe distance away and calmly asked, "What is it, Lu Han. Practice is starting soon."

"You KNEW." Figurative foot stomp. "You KNEW I liked him, so why did you do that? I'll tell you why: Because you are a fucking miserable child who can't stand when you don't have everyone's attention. you are a LITERAL attention whore, even with your feet on the floor."

"Lu Han, what is your problem?" Jongdae snapped his gum in concern.

There was a strange, almost dangerous look in Kyungsoo's wide eyes. It was like a challenge, egging Lu Han on. "He's just upset he couldn't keep a guy's attention."

How could anyone keep anyone's attention when the anyone in person was Kim Jongin, who had been pounced on and devoured by the other anyone standing right before Lu Han: Do Kyungsoo? He was an impossible anyone to ignore. Moreso when he had you by the esophagus.

Lu Han's simply pissed off. He knew better; he knows he knew better than to trust Kyungsoo. Chanyeol and Minseok never had anything good to say, but Lu Han had fallen into the trap of blind faith.

Fist at his side, he stalked towards Kyungsoo with an arm raised to ... do something. Grab him by a teeny shoulder and throw him down,maybe. He wasn't exactly sure what, but as he approached, Kyungsoo retreated.

There's only so far to go before the stage ended, and Real Life is nothing like cartoons. Kyungsoo is far from Sylvester or Wile E. Coyote--if he was a cartoon character, he'd be that villainous cat who tricks all the mice only to eventually get overthrown and shaved in the end, and Lu Han was tired of his catty tyranny--he didn't hang in midair for a second or two before plummeting to a dusty death-in-Real-Life.

At the short shout and crash, everyone looked to see Kyungsoo fall off the stage and into the open orchestra pit. Lu Han stood, frozen, with his arm extended.

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