WHO?
Saturday, June 29, 2013
「 the lucky numbers of life #1 」
WHO?
WHO?
huang zitao; min hasoo (oc).
comedy // slice of life.
T; oneshot; OOC; drama; fangirling over EXO; not a serious fanfiction.
-kairay 2013.
A girl is trapped inside an elevator with Huang Zitao but she doesn’t know who he is.
Four things startled him. One– a hand showing out of nowhere. Two– a girl in high school uniform. Three– their latest album is in her hand. Tao blinked a few times before composing himself once again. This is a fan, he should act accordingly. He looked at the red glowing digits above him again– 5… blink. 6… blink. 7… he sighed, thirteen floors to go. She’s bringing their album, maybe she wants an autograph. Wait, what if she wants to take selcas and post it online? And Four– the elevator is making a very loud thud, making them both fall to the floor.
“Dear God, Gege! A sasaeng!” Tao screamed internally.
author's note: this is the first series of 「 the lucky numbers of life 」since my so-called number one bias is huang zitao I gotta start with him. make sure you read「 the lucky numbers of life 」before asking what it is lol.
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Hasoo finally decided to take her headphone out so she could drown out the
annoying sounds her friends were making. They were looking at those boys in red
clothes again. She once told them they’re gay because look, how can they are not? But they laughed at her anyway.
Laughed, and ignored her. She and her friends rode the train like always. By
now, the same passengers they got to ride with are already used to the noise
her friends were making.
“Aw babyyyyyy,” Subin squealed,
caressing a page of magazine with her index finger, “Look at his eyes, come on.
WU YIFAN WHY ARE YOU SO HOT,” she added a little too loud before she proceeded
to bury her face on Hasoo’s neck and beginning to make muffled noises.
“Subin-ah, you need to calm down. It’s just a magazine for goodness sake,”
Hasoo said, annoyed. She noticed the man seated in front of them smiling as if
suppressing a laugh as he also began to take his own headphone out from his
bag. He put it on and finally noticed Hasoo looking at him. She smiled, rolling
her eyes.
“I don’t want to calm down. I want to marry Wu Yifan,” Subin cried. “And
for your information, Min Hasoo, it’s not a magazine. Look at how thick it is, babo.”
“I’ll cut your hair the next time you scream at my neck again,” Hasoo
quipped. Her friends always found it weird that she brings scissors to school
everyday. Well, she brings all school materials― gel pens;
markers; highlighters; glue; etc. She’s always too lazy to borrow and then
having to return things. “Whether it’s a magazine or not, I don’t care. It’s
paper.”
“But it’s glossy!” Subin retorted.
“Okay, okay. Just shhhh, I’m
listening to something.” Seonmi adjusted her headphone then taking her CD
player which she’d taken very good care of for years. She pressed the previous
button.
“You know what? Here,” Subin said, putting the magazine on Hasoo’s lap.
Hasoo rolled her eyes. “I’m not gonna waste my time flipping through
glossy pages of faggots.” She replied deadpan, not even looking at her.
“It’s not a magazine. It’s their album and you should try listening to
it,” Seonmi explained, a little too enthusiastically.
Great, now she’s stuck between two faggot lovers. “Not gonna happen, I
actually need to make my homework.”
“Damn it, Min Hasoo, you can listen to it on your way home, just give it a
chance.” Subin said, almost sound like begging.
Hasoo still looked straight ahead, ignoring the girls and focusing only on
how the train started to slow down, and they finally into a halt. “Fine,” she
said after giving out a sigh.
“I’m going. Take care― pervs
are lurking around,” she added, taking her bag and the album with her.
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Huang Zitao, dressed in a black hoodie and navy-blue shorts, pushed the
elevator button. His head down― although the people living and visiting this
apartment are mostly people with class who respect privacy, the chances of
running into a crazy fan is still there. Yifan and his manager always remind
him that too. Adjusting his hoodie, he tried to look up at the red glowing
digits above him. 7… blink. 6… blink. 5… blink. 4… he looked down again.
Finally, the doors slide open and he walks in, letting
out a sigh of relief when he saw it empty. He quickly pushed the button that
would take him to his floor. “oh my goodness,”
he gasped in surprise when out of nowhere, a hand roughly held one side of the
door making it slide open again.
Hasoo rushed her way in, panting from running too fast
all the way from lobby to the elevator. The door closed. She looked at the
young man in front of her whose mouth was open, clearly startled, and then she
pushed the button that would take her to her flat. She stood beside him.
Feeling like the man beside her was still holding his
breath, she looked up at him once again to check, and sure enough his mouth was
still slightly open, eyeing her from head to toe. She actually made sure her
uniform was neat, so she checked herself
again before saying, “Are you okay? I’m sorry I startled you. I didn’t want
to wait.” When she actually mean do you
have a problem with me?!
Four things startled him. One– a hand showing out of nowhere. Two– a girl
in high school uniform. Three– their latest album is in her hand.
Tao blinked a few times before composing himself once again. This is a fan,
he should act accordingly. He looked at the red glowing digits above him again– 5… blink. 6… blink. 7… he sighed,
thirteen floors to go. She’s bringing
their album, maybe she wants an autograph. Wait, what if she wants to take
selcas and post it online?
And Four– the elevator is making a very loud thud, making them both fall
to the floor. ‘Dear God, Gege! A
sasaeng!’ Tao screamed internally.
“Really now, seriously?!” Hasoo said, standing up and kicking the elevator
doors.
“Don’t do that!” Tao said in panic, worried about the traction cables
being cut off. “Don’t move― I mean― yeah, move. But slowly.” He explained.
“Wow, you’re like… easy to startle or something,”
Hasoo said in mock surprise, walking past him towards the buttons again and
pressing what looks like the alarm switch.
Tao’s eyes widened, already expecting the girl to
start with her threatening words. This is
not happening to me. He reached for his phone on his pocket, but it was
empty. You’re so dead, huang zitao.
“You left your phone, didn’t you?” Hasoo asked.
“That’s fine, I already pushed the emergency button. I’m sure somebody will fix
it or something.”
“How long is it going to take?” Tao asked.
“How would I know?”? she replied, sitting down in the
floor and fishing the headphone out of her bag again. She checked her watch
before putting it on and closing her eyes.
Tao stared at her CD player― he didn’t know such thing
still exist around after all the latest gadgets released recently. Then his
eyes landed on their wolf album. He
wondered why she still hasn’t asked for his autograph. Oh right, she’s a sasaeng
so maybe she has something else up her sleeve, he scoffed.
He looked at his watch, only ten minutes have passed
yet it felt like half an hour. The girl in front of her didn’t talk. She kept
her eyes closed while tapping her fingers to the floor in a rhythm. He expected
something would happen to him and the sasaeng by now, something like taking
pictures, or hugging, or autograph, but there was none. Maybe she just wanted
to get stuck in an elevator with me so she could tell all her friends about it,
Tao thought.
So out of boredom, he tried to strike a conversation and sat down.
“Is it good?” he asked.
Hasoo opened her eyes sleepily and squinted at the man
in front of her, unsure if he said anything or didn’t. “Sorry?” she asked,
taking her headphone off.
“The album, is it any good?” Tao asked again, now
pointing at the album which was lying on the floor.
“Oh that? No,” she replied drily which made the man in
front of her frown.
“Why? Tell me,” Tao asked. He likes their songs and everything very much so why? It was
perfect, what’s wrong with it?
“Are you a fan of them too? I’m sorry, I meant no as
in no, I haven’t listened to it yet,” Hasoo replied, hoping the man wasn’t too
offended. She had enough violent reactions from her friends already.
“No, I’m not a fan.” Tao said deadpan, not buying her
act. Like come on, she owns a copy of their album.
“Oh good,” Hasoo sighed in relief and flashed a grin.
“My friends are pretty crazy about them. They won’t stop talking about them,
it’s annoying. We just argued a while ago because I was telling them to calm
down it’s just a magazine,” She hold the album
in her hand. “And they were like, no, it’s not ‘just’ a magazine―”
“It’s an album.” Tao said, cutting her off.
“Yeah they were like that!” She pointed at him while gradually raising her
voice. “Subin forced me to try to listen to it, so that’s why her album is with
me.”
“You should,” Tao’s eyebrows raised as he was saying that.
Hasoo creased her eyebrows in confusion because of course something’s
fishy about someone who isn’t a fan but enthusiastically encouraging her to
listen to the album. “Uh, later. I’m not in the mood at the moment. And like,
ninety-nine percent of me have this feeling that it will suck,” she replied,
taking her headphone off completely now.
Tao’s mouth fell open again, appalled by what she said. “Like have you
actually seen the boys? They look like girls,” she continued. “They wear awful
girlish wardrobe and colorful clothes too,” I
told manager too much color won’t look good. “It’s just― no
offense, but it’s so gay! I bet they can’t even sing, only relying on their
looks.”
Tao felt like he wanted to hyperventilate because of her words. He scolded
himself for being stupid but he’s actually starting to believe she isn’t a fan.
“So you’ve never actually heard of them?”
“What― you mean, EXO?” But Tao meant the songs, their
songs. She might have heard it on the radio, he thought, mentally hoping that
if she did the song was Baby, Don’t Cry because
that song is perfect. “No, I hear about them everyday. Inside the classroom, in
the hallway, in the restroom. It’s crazy. Subin won’t stop screaming that one
member’s name… wait, who was it?”
“Tao?” Tao asked immediately.
“No–”
Tao sighed, “It’s Luhan, isn’t it?”
“No, it was Wu something–”
“Out of all member, Wu Yifan?!” Tao muttered cynically under his breath. Really, yifan-ge? That prick.
“Yes! Wait, are you sure you’re not a fan? You know their names better
than I do!” she replied a little too loud, feeling betrayed. She thought she’d
finally found someone who isn’t a fan, but obviously she’s the only one left
who isn’t.
“I am not,” Tao replied immediately, “I know their names because they’re
famous, okay. Anyway, does any of your friends squeal or scream Tao or shout or
something, what else do they do?”
“Tao? Tao–“ she was interrupted by a sound coming from her
phone. “–wait,” she added, and Tao nodded. “Hello– yeah I will later,” she
rolled her eyes. “–okay. Guess what? I’m trapped in an elevator, I don’t know,
maybe for twenty minutes?” she checked her watch. “–I’m okay. Thank God there
is another person inside with me or I’ll be bored out of my mind–“ she
shuddered at the thought, “–ya,” she
called, turning her attention back to the man, “What’s your name?”
Tao smirked, and he chuckled when he saw the girl
freeze momentarily, staring at him. “Zitao…”
“Who?” And Tao’s smirk vanished just like that. What? “Sorry, are you a foreigner?”
You
gotta be kidding me? Tao sighed. “I’m Chinese by the way; my name’s Huang
Zitao. huang-zi-tao.” He repeated slowly and carefully in case this girl has
ever heard about him.
“oh–“ and she turned her head back and said to the
other line, “–his name is huang-zi-tao,” she repeated the same way as Tao said
his name to her. How can a man be this
attractive? She asked herself, not taking her eyes off this man– now Huang Zitao.
She never really took time to study his face before because of that stupid
hoodie he was wearing but crap, he is so
handsome. A very loud ‘are you
crazy?!’ from the other line startled her, making her cringe. “–Yon Subin!
Don’t you dare shout at m–“
Hasoo stared at her phone for seconds, “She hung up.”
“Who?” Tao asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Subin. I don’t think she believed me when I said I’m
trapped inside an elevator. You, well, you do look Chinese.” She replied,
earning another annoying chuckle from Tao. This
man sure know that he’s handsome. “You speak good Korean.”
“Thank you.” How many times will he came across
someone who doesn’t know that he’s EXO’s Huang Zitao and mentioned that he has
a good Korean? “What’s your name too?”
She was trying to call Subin back but it doesn’t seem
to work. “Hasoo, Min Hasoo.”
Tao sighed. He wanted to know more about what his fans
think of him and about others too but decided not to push it since this girl–
Hasoo, is clueless anyway. Plus the fact that he mentioned his name already. “What’s
the last song you listen to?” he asked, being curious. Maybe he can change her
mind into giving their music a chance.
“Umm, It’s
not a popular song. You won’t recognize it.”
“Probably, but that’s not a big deal.”
“It’s Japanese.”
“So what?”
Hasoo sighed, “kotoba
wa iranai– and before you judge how I pronounce the title, I have to admit that
I’m bad at foreign language.”
“Well, okay,” Tao shrugged his shoulder, “Then, what
song, you can’t take your mind off of lately?”
Hasoo thought about it, biting her upper lip. “2NE1’s
Falling In Love, I must say. I’m not too perfectionist when It comes to music.”
“Mm,” Tao
hummed, nodding. “So why not try listening to EXO?”
Oh, If only Hasoo knew he’s heading this way. “I said
I’m going to!”
“I’m not a fan, but they’re actually good. I’ve
listened to some.”
“Stop pretending. I know you’re a closet fan and
you’re trying to make me listen to them. I will, okay?”
Closet
fan. Tao
laughed at that because it was quite true. “Can I borrow your phone?”
“Why?” Hasoo asked, eyes slightly squinting. “If you
want my number, just ask for it.”
“No, let’s take a selca,” Tao said. He argued with
himself about his for a moment a while ago, thinking about what their leader
might say about it, but he decided to just do it. I don’t have a lot of fans anyway.
“You’re not asking for my number. You’re asking for a
selca with me, seriously? That’s like, really creepy. I mean, you’re handsome
and all, but you’re a stranger. What are you going to do with the photo?” She
replied endlessly and attacked him with lots of questions.
“It’s just a selca. Not everyday you run into a
handsome man and get trapped in an elevator with him.”
Hasoo thought about it for a while, staring at him. Why not? He has a point. “Fine, but you
be the one to shoot over there because I’m too lazy and tired. School stress,
elevator stress, you know. Plus, you’re the one who asked.”
Tao took his hoodie off before doing what he was told.
He sat beside her and took the cellphone she handed to him. “One– two– three– kimchi,” they both smiled as the phone
made the clicking sound. “Okay,” Tao muttered to himself, still fiddling with
the phone, “Let me just mail it to my phone.”
“The fact that you’re saying kimchi when you’re Chinese is funny.” Hasoo replied, eyes also on
the phone screen as Tao tried to choose between photo filters. “No, no, the
other one’s better!”
“It will only make me look darker.” Tao answered
quickly.
“But the one you choose is too bright, my one eyebrow
is missing!” Seriosly? She thought. She looked ridiculous with one eyebrow
missing.
“Whatever… there,” Tao said, finally sending it to his
phone. He chuckled at himself, imagining the boys’ reactions once they received
the message. They’re on the twentieth floor of the building and he smiled at
the thought that they were probably doing the same things they always do, and
yet here he was trapped in an elevator, having his own little adventure. “How
long has it been?”
Hasoo looked at her watch, “Around thirty minutes,”
she answered.
“I’m feeling a little bit hungry.” Tao said.
“Now that you mention it, I’m feeling hungry too.”
“I have snickers. Do you want it?”
“I have… burger. Yeah, burger! Seonmi kept forcing me to
try a baozi– again, I’m sorry for my pronunciation, at the cafeteria today so I
need to keep my burger, actually thank God I have something to eat now. There’s
this one member of that gay group again who’s called baozi, it’s so stupid. I
kept telling them that, and they’re like ‘no,
it’s cute,’” She replied mimicking her friends’ girlish voice while
rummaging through her bag.
“We don’t have water.”
“Oh, I do. Can’t you see that I’m a high schooler who
need to hydrate myself every single time?” She quickly took the burger and her
water bottle out of her bag. “Be jealous. I want to see you choke on your snickers
for being attractive,” Hasoo said, face impassive.
On the other side Tao kinda felt happy. This girl now
admitting that he’s handsome again. “What
are you doing in this building anyway?” Tao asked, taking his snickers from his
pocket, opening it.
“To make money, I sell my body to save up for college.”
She replied, opening the ziplock that contained her burger. She looked at Tao
who was staring intently at her. “No. No way I’m doing it with you in an elevator.”
“What?!” his mouth widely-opened again. “No. But
really?” Tao asked.
“No!” She laughed. “I live here. My dad owns the
building actually. I kept reminding the staff about this elevator problem but
they ignore me, thinking that I’m still a kid. You, what are you doing here,
vacation?”
“Photoshoot.” Tao replied, taking a bite.
“Of course,” She said, also taking a bite. “Photoshoot.”
They shared both snickers and burger, not caring about
how weird it tasted being eaten together. Hasoo allowed Tao to drink, saying it’s
up to him if he really wanted to share the bottle.
It occurred to Tao that this schoolgirl really was
exhausted when she dozed off. He could only imagine how many boring lectures
she had to go through, and how much time she’ll spend at studying once she gets
home. She has now fallen asleep, her head on her hand. He examined her for a
moment, remarking her short figure in her baggy uniform.
His eyes quickly caught the album that was lying on
the floor.
“No matter what, you have to be our fan. You have to
attend our concerts. And I’m going to be your bias.” He muttered to himself.
Slowly, Tao approached her still-opened bag. Gently
searching for a marker and the CD player inside her bag, careful not to make a
noise. Taking the album with him, he opened it and signed on his picture with a
message:
Thanks
for supporting EXO!
Make sure Min Hasoo gets her own copy.
Heard
your name is Subin, I’m not with Yifan-gege so I hope my autograph will do.
Study
hard!
–Huang Zitao
After that, he opened her CD player, surprised to find
it empty. She wasn’t listening to anything at all. He took the CD from their
album and carefully placed it inside the CD player before placing everything
back to her bag. He positioned himself back to where he was seated, leaning to
the side.
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Another loud thud startled them both, making them shot
up in alarm from their sleepy state. Hasoo enthusiastically stood up. “It’s
back. It’s back. What took them so long? Um,
zitao.”
Tao didn’t budge, his gaze on the album which still
lies on the floor. This really was it. Outside that sliding door, it’s back to
normal. Well, not really normal– but what now seems to be normal for him and to
the others. Indeed, he’d miss talking to someone who doesn’t have the slightest
idea about who he is, except for his name Huang Zitao which she can’t even
pronounce fluently. He looked at the red glowing digits above him. 10… blink.
11… blink. 12… blink. 13… blink. 14– he
need to let go –15… blink. 16… now.
He stood up, bringing the girl’s bag and the album.
Hasoo took it from him and said thanks. He didn’t reply and didn’t look at her.
He just took off his hoodie and then gently put it around her making sure her
face was hidden. Hasoo was surprised, and she tried to push Tao away, but his
grip only tightened.
Ding– the
doors slide open.
Hasoo paused for a moment to gather strength, but she
was left to pause for a very long time as she heard the loud, almost
frightening, clicks of cameras. Lots of camera. Lots of noise. She couldn’t find
the time to process what’s happening so she held on to the album tighter and
closed her eyes because even with Tao’s hoodie, the lights were blinding.
It took a very long time before security guards could
keep the photographers away. And when they finally did, Tao –the rapper and maknae of EXO-M– did what he had to. He
slowly pushed the girl away as he stepped out of the elevator, leaving her
inside. The photographers were still around but not close enough to keep the
sliding doors from closing. He looked at the red glowing digits above him– 20…
blink. 21… blink– and turned around.
Hasoo took the hoodie off in panic when she felt the
elevator move again. She didn’t know what just happened, but the so called
Huang Zitao wasn’t there anymore. She’s alone. As her eyes landed on the
buttons, she pressed the button 23 like she was programmed to. The doors slide
open almost immediately and she’s in another lobby again.
What a long way to get to her apartment, she thought.
On her way to her flat, she walked in a daze, inhaling the rich scent of Huang
Zitao’s hoodie, making only the slightest movement to get her CD player.
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WHAT HAVE I DONEEEEEEEEEEE ;;; I'm just trying to be funny ha-ha-ha and it seems like I wasn't funny at all???
Inspired by a short comedy film 'Elevator Romance' on youtube, so that's where I got this elevator-theme and the rest are my thirst over huang zitao. Should've made it in a romantic way but I decided not to. the end.
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Inspired by a short comedy film 'Elevator Romance' on youtube, so that's where I got this elevator-theme and the rest are my thirst over huang zitao. Should've made it in a romantic way but I decided not to. the end.
I wasn't dissing EXO & Huang Zitao as a hater, ok? You get the joke(s). I believe in you guys.
-kairay.
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