“Lu Han.”

   It was him. Brown hair, accented Korean. Lu Han, the faceless boy from before. His face seemingly matched his hair. He looked so pure and untouched, like he hasn’t experience any hardships in his life before. A child-like appearance. But his eyes had something behind them, hidden underneath the pupils, deeper than flesh. I wanted to know what it was. In the fraction of a second our eyes met, I instinctively sharpened my focus into his eyes. His round soft eyes that held a darkness I needed to illuminate.

  “What?” Lu Han breathed out, in obvious shock. “How the hell did you know my name?”

  I didn’t know what he was talking about.

  “Umm...”

  “Stop staring. You’re creeping me out.”

  “Oh, sorry.”

  I turned away from him in sheer awkwardness. I never expected him to be this blunt with his words.

  “Yeah, okay,” he scoffed, jumping onto his bed face down. “I don’t remember you from the meeting. Jong-In, right? Your friend, Kris, told me.”

  The way he said my name sounded angelic. My ears were ringing with heavenly bells. What’s wrong with me?

  “Uhh... Yes.” Was all I could reply. I couldn’t think of anything to say. His mere presence seemed to belittle me into a mute cicada.

  I could feel my cheeks fill up with red.

  “You didn’t answer my question,” he said with annoyance. “How’d you know my name wasn’t Henry? You don’t seem like the gossiping type.”

  “I told you, I remembered from the meeting before. You were late and...,” It was a partial lie. I did remember him from the meeting, but I only knew his name and his brown messy hair. God, all I want to do is tame his hair, brush it for him, maybe even wash it.
  He was staring at me, expecting me to finish the sentence. I didn’t know what else to say.

  “Do you have speech problems or something? You stutter like a child learning to speak.”

  “I... No... I- I don’t...” I feel like a stupid idiot. I feel weak against him. I can’t move my tongue to form coherent sentences. Tongue tied is a good way to describe it. Why him? “Your hair...”

  “What about my hair, huh?” He suddenly sat up poised with anger, eyebrows knitted together. “Look, you’ve been staring at my hair and my eyes this whole time. I’m sick of it. Do you have a problem with my hair? I’m sorry it’s not as neat and kempt as - Actually, I take that back. it up, kid! My hair is perf –“

  “I like your hair,” I need to stop saying my thoughts aloud. “I like it messy.”

  He froze. I froze. Nothing moved between us. We were locked in a gaze of confusion, shock, nervousness and disbelief. I was looking into his eyes, and his to mine. He really does have nice eyes, but the secret he’s hiding behind them distracts me.

  Lu Han breaks off the eye contact first, searching through his luggage. I remain still, trailing my eyes to his movements. He grabs a towel, a grey shirt and black jeans, nervously fumbling around searching for something. A notebook?

  “I really need to shower and... Umm... freshen up.” He mutters, avoiding any form of eye contact. “So...yeah.”

  He hastily walked out of the room with his stuff, tripping on my luggage case in the process. I think I weirded him out. My mouth has this tendency to not obey me, leading to awkward situations like these. He probably thinks I’m mentally deranged acting like that. Maybe I am.

  I didn't know what to think of Lu Han. I was still overwhelmed by our first meeting.  He’s an odd one. Moodswings, a fiery attitude and nice hair. Why I always come back to his hair? Since when did I ask myself so many questions that don’t have answers? I look for meaning in things that have no meaning.

  But there was one thing I knew for certain.

  That, before he left, something was different.

  His cheeks.

  His cheeks were red.

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 I managed to produce this during my free period at school today. It's not quality stuff, but i had the urge to update.

 Thank you for all the positive feedback! It's really encouraging me to write more.

I hope you guys don't mind me switching POVs between Kai and Lu Han. I feel like the absence of the other person's voice create a little more mystery and drive to the story. (in my opinon)

Feedback and critisim are encouraged, just like how watching people sleep from a window outside their house is encouraged (I joke).

PS. another chapter up by tomorrow?