Your POV:

          It’s been exactly 3 months since Luhan left upon seeing the military letter. I keep in touch with your brother but didn’t dare to tell your crying mother, whose begging for her precious little baby back. The keeping in touch thing you and your brother Luhan does isn’t really often or routinely. Luhan only calls you when he’s out of cash.

          Okay enough with the catching up. You look at your cell phone as it vibrates in your hands. You look at the caller ID and hesitate to pick it up, but you did anyways.

Phone Conversation:

“Hello?” you mumble into the phone.

“Ah… ____?” Luhan speaks after a few seconds.

“Yeah Luhan? Do you need something again?” you ask your brother.

“It’s nothing.” He replies.

“Luhan, I know you. What do you want?” you answer in an irritated voice.

“Fine, you want me to tell you what I want?” Luhan responses lamely.

“Yes, Luhan.” You react. You can hear a sigh from the other line.

“____ can you do me a favor?” Luhan asks you through the phone.
“ No, Luhan I won’t.” You reply without hesitation. 
“Fine then, I won’t be coming back home ever again.”
“Fine. Luhan I’ll help you. What is this favor of yours? And when will you be returning home?”
“ Today.” Luhan replies.

“When?”

“Umm… Like can you open the front door?”