A Gust of Deer Wind

  Luhan loves dancing with the wind. The way the wind hits his skin, He felt safe. It felt like the wind is holding him.  He never felt this before but this wind, he loves it.   At some point Luhan will stop dancing, But the wind will continuously blowing.    Luhan felt like he wants to cry. He never questioned why. Because deep down, Deep in his heart he knows why. He can't just figure it out yet.   Days passed, It became a routine to Luhan. There won't be a day, Where he won't dance with the wind.   One time, Luhan accidentally blurted a name, It felt familiar to him, yet so foreign. He said it again, and again, and again.   “Sehun…”    Luhan finally found the answer he was looking for.