Posters credit to lovemeknot ;; thank you for making such a beautiful poster for this fic <333

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sehun’s not really talented when it comes to foreign languages.

He’s been learning English since a few years ago and he still got a C in class (when he’s lucky enough it’s sometimes C+). It’s not that he didn’t understand, but maybe he just couldn’t focus when it comes to the ‘choose the wrong word in the sentences’ because it just made him sleepy. But other than that, Sehun’s grades in sports are remarkable, and he passed with flying colors in every other subjects.

For Sehun, it was hard enough to learn English, so when everyone else he knew were taking Mandarin class, he made a face.

Minseok reasoned that it’s good to have another language ability to apply for work, since he’s going to graduate soon. And Jongdae have always been following Minseok for God knows why, so when the older male took the class, he willingly took the class too. But if he only wanted to have another language ability, why not English? Why must Mandarin? It’s not like Minseok’s English is excellent, too.

“It’s quite fun,” Jongdae shrugged casually.

“Yeah, you’re just a freshman, you wouldn’t understand,” Minseok nodded.

Sehun had taken a glance at the textbook once and he felt his eyes turned to swirling circles like in anime and shook his head vigorously. No, he will not. But everyone he knew, including his mother, encouraged him to take the course because one day it will surely come in handy. His mother has relatives in Beijing too so sooner or later, they will probably go there. And the language will surely help.

Of course Sehun refused. He’s quite satisfied with his (sad) English and Korean. Besides, it’s not like they’re going to Beijing in a week or he’s going to apply for an international job next month. He could always learn it later.

If only he knew what would happen next.

 

 

***

 

 

Sehun was dropping by at a minimart to buy a drink.

The place was a bit crowded and he went to the cold drink section, grabbed the one he wanted and queued in line. It took him a moment to realize that the line was not moving and everyone was starting to glare at the cashier and clicking their tongues impatiently. With his height, Sehun could easily spot what happened in front.

The cashier has some kind of argument with the blond haired boy. She explained something to him but the boy kept on shaking his head and she groaned in frustration. She asked him to step aside and called the woman behind him to move in line. The other customers stared at the boy who was still standing in front of the cashier but then as they pay and grab their things, they didn’t care anymore.

When it’s finally Sehun’s turn, he cast a glance at the shorter male. The blond haired boy was biting his lower lip, hands twiddling and he didn’t look calm. He looked confused and tired and something in Sehun’s heart told him to ask. So he did.

“Is everything okay?”

The blond haired male looked up and his eyes widened. He then talked to Sehun with trembling voice and pointed at a bottle of water and a map and showed him foreign money. His voice was soft, and he could tell that the boy was scared. But it wasn’t the main problem.

It got Sehun to blink as he realized the language the male spoke. Mandarin. “,” he mumbled.

“It doesn’t seem like he can speak English or Korean,” the cashier informed him. “Now, would that be all?”

The male went pale as he knew that Sehun didn’t understand him either and looked down. He’s probably gonna have to find someone else because no one understands him.

But Sehun turned to her and took more money from his wallet. “I’ll pay for him.”

 

 

***

 

 

It was awkward because when Sehun grabbed the male’s choice of things the latter kept on talking in a language that Sehun didn’t even want to understand—in fact, he’s been trying to avoid the language. Even after they got out of the minimart—Sehun had to kind of drag him out, too—he kept on talking and finally stopped when the taller male held up a hand.

“Can you,” he slowly spoke. “Speak English?”

The male blinked and his eyes were b with tears and the next minute, he burst out crying.

Sehun went panic and fished his hand to his pockets to find anything useful. He finally found his handkerchief and offered it to the crying male. “Please...stop crying. Please. It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m not gonna be angry if you can’t speak English, you know...it’s not that I can, I mean, I always get a C...”

What am I doing, he doesn’t even understand.

The male breathed heavily and his chest was moving up and down. Sehun wiped the male’s tears with his handkerchief and the latter looked up to him. With the back of his hand, Sehun continued to wipe the tears away because by now the handkerchief’s already wet.

“There, stop crying... I know you’re confused...”

Maybe if I keep on talking...

Sehun uncapped the bottle of water and gave it to him, which the male gladly accepted and gulped the liquid down his throat. When he was done, he sighed and it looked like he’s finally calm.

That’s when Sehun realized that the male was actually pretty.

He gawked for a moment, he never thought someone could actually be this pretty, pretty was probably an understatement, he’s...

Breathtaking.

Because Sehun had forgotten to breathe.

The tall male his breath suddenly as if he had just resurfaced from underneath the water. The Chinese male looked at him questioningly and Sehun faked a cough. The former offered him the bottle of water and Sehun shook his head, showing him the drink that he too had bought at the store.

He gave Sehun a small smile.

Pretty.

“So, uh...”, Sehun scratched his scalp even though they’re not itching at all. He then placed a hand across his chest. “Sehun.”

The male blinked and his mouth formed a small o. “Se...hun?”

“Yes, that’s right. Sehun.”

His eyes brightened and he quickly put a hand on his chest, too. “Luhan.”

“Luhan,” Sehun repeated dumbly. Even his name sound beautiful to his ears. “So, uh... Mandarin. Uh...yeah. I’m gonna make a call, don’t go anywhere, okay?”

Luhan tilted his head to a side with a confuse look, but judging from the gestures Sehun gave him, he didn’t want him to go anywhere and he obeyed.

Sehun walked a bit farther and took out his phone. He dialed Minseok’s number and immediately it was picked up.

“Hyung? I have a problem.”

He explained for a minute and Minseok exploded with laughter on the other line.

“Don’t you dare laugh on me, Hyung.”

That’s why I told you exactly to learn it. You’ll never know what’s coming.

“This is a coincidence. Now I really need you to talk to him so I need to know where to drop him safely.”

Ooh. Why do you even care? Just leave him there and your problem’s solved.

“I can’t do that. He’s obviously lost.”

Hmm. Okay, hand the phone over to him.

Sehun walked closer to Luhan and they stared at each other awkwardly. He cleared his throat and pointed at the phone. Then he made a sign with his thumb and little finger before giving the Chinese male the phone.

Luhan was hesitant for a while, before speaking in a soft voice, probably worried, but the moment Minseok spoke in his mother language, he looked like he’s about to cry the second time and started blabbering in an alien language to Sehun. Luhan brought a hand to his mouth, obviously relieved, and closed his eyes, nodding to what Minseok had said.

Sehun bit back a jealousy when he saw Luhan laughed heartily and he looked calm, really calm right now, and how he wished it was him instead of his stupid Hyung. How he wished it’s him who’s good at the foreign language.

When he was done, Luhan turned back to him and smiled gratefully, and Sehun couldn’t help but feeling happy their conversation is over. He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair before taking the phone casually with the other hand.

“So...?”

He has a cousin. Said he got separated in the crowd. He doesn’t know his cousin’s phone number cos he has just arrived this morning.

“So...?”, Sehun said somewhat impatient.

He bought a map hoping to find his cousin’s address. Which is useless because he has no idea where his cousin lives, only downtown.

“So...?”, Sehun yanked his hair in frustration.

Oh, and his name is Luhan.

“I know that, Hyung, but now could you please tell me what I should do?”

Oh.

Silence.

You know, it didn’t occur to me to ask him that. My Mandarin’s not that good, you know.

“Hyung!”, Sehun hissed.

There was a laughter and it was obvious that Minseok messed with him.

Just take him back to the place he went earlier. He said it was the mall nearby. His cousin’s probably looking for him anyway.

“Okay,” Sehun sighed and palmed his forehead. “Thank you, Minseok-hyung.”

Just don’t do anything to him. I believe you, alright Sehunie?

With that, Minseok hung up and Sehun glared at the phone, suddenly having the urge to toss the phone into the nearest trash can. He took a deep breath and his chest. There’s a mall nearby, indeed, and that’s where Luhan probably got separated from his cousin.

Sehun went back to Luhan. “Let’s go.” He jerked to a direction with his thumb and started walking. Luhan soon followed, clutching the bottle of water and the town’s map in his arms.

“I’m sorry,” Luhan said softly in an awkward English.

Sehun frowned and wondered why he apologized. He shook his head as an answer and patted Luhan’s back as if to say it’s not a big deal. “It’s alright.”

They didn’t say a word after that, no matter how much Sehun wanted to establish a conversation. Because if he did, they would not connect because he didn’t understand Mandarin and Luhan didn’t understand Korean. To make it worse both of them didn’t understand English, too. So they kept it to their own, even though there is a lot to ask.

When they made it to the mall, Luhan gasped and ran to the entrance, flying right into a male’s arms.

“Kris!!”, Luhan cried.

The one who was called Kris was a tall, handsome blond haired male who looked so damn relieved when he saw Luhan. His expression softened and hugged Luhan the moment he flew to his arms.

Sehun was stunned and he could only stared at the scene. Although something was building in his heart, he’s just as relieved as Kris because Luhan was no longer lost and a happy smile bloomed in his beautiful face.

Wait—beautiful?

He saw Luhan pointing at him and Kris looked to his direction. Sehun immediately bowed, he’s not sure if he wanted to have another talk with Kris, because what if Kris couldn’t speak Korean and he has to call Minseok again—

“Sehunie.”

Sehun stared. Luhan was already in front of him, and he felt something warm on his hand. Sehun looked down to his arm, only to find that Luhan was touching it.

Warm.

“Thank you,” Luhan whispered gratefully and all Sehun could noticed was those reddish lips.

 

 

***

 

 

Sehun stared blankly outside with a textbook opened in front of him. The book was ignored, and with his chin rested on the palm of his hand, he found the view outside much more interesting than the kanji.

It’s almost been a week since his encounter with Luhan, yet he couldn’t get it out of his head. His thought wandered to the blond haired male he had met.

Is Luhan still in Korea?

What is he doing here anyway?

Does he...still remember me?

“Earth to Sehunie,” Jongdae broke Sehun’s train of thoughts by pulling a chair in front of him, causing it to make a screeching sound. His eyes went down to the open textbook and his brows raised. “Mandarin?”

Sehun quickly closed the textbook and tossed it into his bag. “It’s nothing.”

“Whoa, wait...don’t say it has anything to do with that Chinese guy?”

Sehun made a face. “...what?”

“Minseokie-hyung told me the other day,” Jongdae shrugged. “You’re helplessly in love.”

Sehun glared. “I’m not.”

“I thought so too. There’s no such thing as love at first sight.”

“Love at...first sight?”

Sehun clapped a hand over his mouth and weakly pressed his back against the cushion.

So that’s what it is?

“What?”, Jongdae frowned.

“I...I only thought he was pretty.”

“Is it enough to conclude it as love at first sight?”

Sehun looked like he’s lost in thoughts so Jongdae continued.

“Anyway, about that Kris... I think he’s one of the tutors in the course. He’s native, Chinese-Canadian if I’m not mistaken, and he’s here for work. So...if you want to meet that Luhan again that bad, why don’t we just—ouch, Sehunie!”

Sehun didn’t need to be told twice, he didn’t even let Jongdae finished the sentence as he dragged the older male away.

 

 

***

 

 

Kris was still toturing in the class.

Jongdae and Sehun waited outside the building for him. Jongdae couldn’t help but feeling stupid at Sehun’s idea, there’s always a possibility that the Kris he meant wasn’t the same Kris that Sehun had met. Sehun had stopped listening to Jongdae’s protests exactly fifteen minutes ago as he kept on thinking about the thing his hyung had mentioned.

Love.

It’s not love.

No, it’s not. You’re just worried. You just wonder if you’ll ever see him again.

And you just wonder if he’s going to give you his number or not.

Sehun’s eyes widened and he facepalmed.

I just want to be his friend.

I want to have those red lips...

I want to make sure that he’s not gonna cry anymore...

Sehun let out a groan and Jongdae stared at him like he’s crazy.

“What are you...?”, Jongdae asked.

“Maybe we should just go home,” Sehun quickly said as he felt his insides churned. “I—I don’t know what to do if I meet this Kris—“

“Should’ve said that an hour ago, Sehunie, oh my God, I’m gonna kick you so hard you won’t feel any pain.”

“And what if Luhan’s not in Korea anymore?”

“You can probably ask for his number and address, then send emails or love letters.”

“B—but—“

Jongdae groaned. “Denial is the first proof that you’re in love, Sehunie.”

“Sehunie?”

Sehun almost strangled Jongdae but he stopped halfway, as he recognized the soft voice. He turned to the source of the voice and his eyes widened. Just the person he wanted to see. Or maybe the last person he wished to see right now, because he’s so damn nervous.

Luhan’s face brightened as he ran to the taller male and at first he looked like he’s about to hug him, but he didn’t. The Chinese male smiled awkwardly.

“Lu—Luhan,” Sehun stuttered, not ready for meeting Luhan again so suddenly.

“Oh wow,” Jongdae whispered to himself as he gawked upon Luhan’s appearance. “No wonder it’s love at first sight.”

Sehun wanted to stomp his Hyung’s feet but he did nothing. He cleared his throat before speaking. “H—hi. What a coincidence.”

“What are you doing here, Sehunie?”

Luhan asked him with a cheerful tone but then he remembered that Sehun couldn’t speak Mandarin. He grimaced before glancing at his watch, wondering how much longer Kris would finish tutoring so he can translate what he’s going to ask...

Sehun was also grim, but his eyes never left Luhan’s. When he cried a few days ago, he realized that the male was pretty, but now he looked even prettier with a smiling face like that.

Jongdae exchanged his glances between the two males, sighed and decided to answer for Sehun.

“He’s waiting for Kris.”

Luhan was ecstatic as he turned to Jongdae. “You can speak Mandarin?”

“Just a little bit. I’m Chen, by the way.”

“I’m Luhan.”

“I know,” Jongdae grinned and again, Sehun bit back a jealousy. At times like these he cursed his inability to speak foreign language.

“You better not bad mouthing me, Hyung, or else I’m the one who’s gonna kick you.”

“Relax,” Jongdae rolled his eyes. “I’m not interested in dating him. He’s all yours.”

“So...why is Sehunie waiting for Kris?”

“He said my name. He said my name, right, Hyung?”

“He’s just gonna ask about you, actually. He’s worried. Yeah, he did.”

“Me?”, Luhan felt a warm sensation creeping to his cheeks. “Why...me?”

“Wait—what are you saying, Hyung? Why is he—is he blushing?”

“Wanting to ask for your number, I guess,” Jongdae smirked. “I told him you were looking for him.”

“You can’t—why did you do that??”, Sehun wailed helplessly. “And what did he say?”

“What am I, your translator? Well, maybe if you pay me...”

Luhan glanced at Sehun longingly and he slowly smiled. “He’s really nice...”

Jongdae turned to Luhan. “Wait, are you okay with a tall male like him?”

“Eh? Am—am I okay? What—what are you suggesting?”

“Hyung, stop making him confused. I can tell that he’s confused.”

“Nothing...”, Jongdae trailed off but the look on Luhan’s face was obvious. “But yeah, he’s really nice.”

Luhan looked down to his hands. “Is—is he seeing anyone right now?”

“Hm,” Jongdae came to a realization and looked at Sehun. “In that case...you’re gonna have to ask him that yourself.”

Sehun finally gave up and was about to sulk at Jongdae, but then Kris emerged.

“Hello,” Kris greeted politely. “You’re Sehunie, right? The one who helped Luhan the other day.”

Sehun gasped at the sight of Kris, bowed deeply and nodded. He stared astonishingly at the male. “You—you can speak Korean?”

“I work here, of course I can,” Kris said. “Luhan is learning, too. He’s applying for work in Korea and just had an interview two days ago.”

“W—work?”, Sehun blinked. “Interview?”

“Yeah. He’s just graduated this year. He’s my age.”

Jongdae gaped for a while before snickering and turning to Luhan. “Are you okay with eighteen years old?”

“He’s eighteen?”

“Too much nutrition, I guess,” Jongdae snickered again and immediately got glared by the tallest male between them. “I said nothing, Sehunie.”

Kris cleared his throat. “Anyway... Luhan is going back to China on Sunday. Are you guys free tomorrow night? We’re making dinner and we’re inviting you guys. As a token of appreciate for what you’ve done for Luhan too, Sehunie.”

Sehun felt a pang in his heart.

So Luhan is going back. Well, there’s always a possibility that he’s coming back... Maybe if he got accepted for the job here?

“Sure,” he nodded. “I’d love to come. Can Jongdae-hyung come too?”, Sehun pointed at Jongdae.

“Of course he can.”

“Can I bring a friend? He speaks Mandarin too,” Jongdae added.

“Sure. So, my apartment, dinner time,” Kris scribbled down his address on a note and handed it to Sehun. “See you tomorrow.”

Sehun took the note but his eyes were on Luhan.

“See you,” he said to him.

Luhan smiled.

 

 

***

 

 

The three of them arrived at Kris’ apartment exactly at dinner time, because Sehun was really noisy and he nagged about how one should not be late when invited.

It was Luhan who opened the door and he was immediately engaged in a lively conversation with Minseok and Jongdae, leaving Sehun behind.

Now that Sehun thought about it, he didn’t mind anymore being left out of the conversations, as long as Luhan’s happy and it brought a smile to his face, then it didn’t matter.

“You guys are right on time,” Kris appeared and grinned. “Come on, let’s eat. Ah, you must be Minseok. I’m Kris.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Everyone took a seat and Luhan sat right in front of Sehun and the latter noticed that the older male was avoiding Sehun’s eyes shyly. “Wufan, please pass me the sauce.”

“Wufan?”, Minseok frowned. “Who’s Wufan?”

“Oh, it’s my Chinese name,” Kris smiled and gave the sauce to Luhan. “You have one too right, Chen?”

Jongdae laughed. “Yeah, and Minseok’s is Xiumin.”

“Chinese nicknames?”, Sehun stared at them in disbelief. “Are you guys that obsessed?”

“Like you’re not obsessed with Luhan,” Jongdae rolled his eyes. “I have to tell you, he’s been acting like—“

“Shut up,” Sehun stared at him in horror.

“—a fanboy.”

“Oh,” Kris commented and he burst out laughing. “Well I don’t blame you, Sehunie, he sure is pretty. He said that you’re pretty.”

Luhan almost choked on his food and quickly gulped a glass of water. “Wufan, stop saying things like that.”

“But it’s the truth. You can ask Chen and Xiumin about it.”

Luhan ignored him and went back to concentrate on his food.

“Um...”, Sehun cleared his throat. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on him, and he felt uncomfortable of Luhan’s, but he knew he’s not gonna understand anyway. “Is...he seeing anyone right now?”

“That’s the question you’re asking in the dining table?”, Minseok looked amused.

Jongdae stared at Sehun in shock before glancing at Luhan, who obviously didn’t understand a word.

Kris put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“Well, in that case...you’re gonna have to ask him yourself.”

Sehun mumbled a soft apology and the dinner went out fine. It was mostly Kris, Jongdae and Minseok who talked while Luhan only answered if he’s asked, and Sehun felt like he didn’t exist, because they kept on talking in Chinese. But he got a really good view of Luhan so he didn’t mind.

After dinner, Minseok insisted on helping Kris with the dishes and they left Jongdae, Sehun and Luhan in the living room. Luhan the TV and switched the channels absent mindedly, sometimes speaking with Jongdae. Sehun’s phone suddenly rang and he excused himself to take it. He went out to the balcony and it was Jongin who called him, asking about tomorrow’s homeworks and tasks.

After hanging up, Sehun didn’t immediately go back to the living room. He flipped the phone playfully in his hand and looked down to the moving cars on the road. He sighed heavily. Sehun felt like an idiot, liking someone but they couldn’t even communicate. Supposedly it keeps on going, maybe eventually he’ll—or Luhan will—grow tired of the situation, but no, Sehun didn’t feel like giving up, in fact, he’s gonna keep on trying to make Luhan understands, even though he himself doesn’t know how long will they make it.

But what he knows, is that Sehun wants to be with Luhan and that is all.

“Sehunie?”

Sehun snapped back to reality as he saw Luhan made way to his side and smiled.

“Luhan-hyung.”

Well he’s older right? So he should call him Hyung.

“Um...”, Luhan tried to talk but then he sighed.

Sehun wanted to talk, too, but they’d end up in a circle and not going anywhere. He laughed a little at how helpless they can be. The awkward situation melted down a bit and Luhan giggled. The wind blew and it got Luhan to shudder. Sehun instinctively placed a hand on Luhan’s shoulder and the latter stared at him.

He should say something.

“Take care,” Sehun said in English and Luhan understood that one.

“You too,” he replied softly.

Those reddish lips.

He wanted to claim them so bad.

Sehun was out of his mind. He must be crazy. Crazy for Luhan.

He pressed the back of Luhan’s neck to draw him closer, before feeling a pair of soft lips crashed against his. Luhan smelled so damn good, and it just felt so right to have him right there, to have him this close, to be able to communicate through lips when words couldn’t explain everything.

His heart beat a million times faster and after holding his breath, feeling afraid of rejection, Luhan sighed and started to kiss him back. They both gave into the kiss, gently, longingly, caringly. A hand was put on Sehun’s chest, and Sehun moved even closer to feel Luhan more, when suddenly the balcony door was swung open and both of them jumped, drawing farther from each other.

“Sehunie, Minseok-hyung’s hand was cut, it’s bleeding and now I’m gonna take him home,” Jongdae informed in panic and he didn’t seem to notice the awkwardness between the two guys.

“What?”, Sehun felt himself getting panic too at the thought of blood. “Alright, I’ll come with you.”

“Are you sure? You can stay here if you want.”

Sehun stared at Luhan who was still flushing from the kiss. But right now Minseok needed help and he’s much more important. “No...no, it’s okay. I’ll come with you.” He was about to follow Jongdae back to the house when he felt Luhan grabbed his hand all of a sudden. He stopped and turned around to face him. Luhan looked worried. “It’s okay. I’ll see you later.”

With that, Sehun just left, without noticing the hurt look plastered all over Luhan’s face.

 

 

***

 

 

The cut in Minseok’s hand was pretty deep, it almost wouldn’t stop bleeding even if they had covered it with a cloth and Jongdae drove as fast as possible to the nearest hospital. It had to be stitched and Sehun quickly went out, selfishly leaving Jongdae with Minseok in the room because he couldn’t stand blood.

He still waited for them though, until it’s finished and they walked out of the room with Minseok’s hand was fully bandaged with proper clothing and a really pale Jongdae.

It was getting kinda late, and they decided to just go home and have a rest. Sehun fell asleep the moment his face met the pillow.

The next morning, someone deliberately opened the curtain and Sehun grunted in protest as he felt the raylight danced, almost approaching to his face.

“Wake up,” Minseok sat on the edge of Sehun’s bed. “Good morning, maknae.”

“Hyung, it’s barely seven,” Sehun whined after glancing at the clock. “What are you doing?”

“Luhan’s plane is on ten,” Minseok said. “Did you even say proper goodbye last night?”

Hearing Luhan’s name, Sehun immediately jolted up and realized that he’s still wearing last night’s clothes.

“I’m sorry,” Minseok apologized. “With what happened last night, I’m sure we left in a hurry and we couldn’t think clearly. After we got home, Kris called me and asked about my hand. And he also asked...”

Sehun frowned.

“...if you happened to have a fight with Luhan.”

“What? Why?”, Sehun raised his brows.

“Because he said Luhan was crying last night.”

Sehun’s eyes widened and he tried to flashback. The last time he remembered was they were together on the balcony, they were trying to communicate, but Sehun wanted to kiss him so bad, so he did, but then Jongdae called him and he was—

“,” he placed a hand on his forehead. “.”

Minseok looked amused. “I guess you’re going to the airport, then.”

Sehun got up from the bed and he ran to the bathroom in haste. The next second, Minseok could hear the water running and the sound of clothes being thrown to the floor. He shook his head and willingly help Sehun by making up the bed and when he’s just about to leave the room, he heard the younger male called him.

“Hyung, would you please get me my towel?”

 

 

***

 

 

Luhan gloomily stared at his phone. A phone number was almost dialed, but he kept on pushing the red button instead of the green one.

“Here,” Kris offered him a cup of hot tea and Luhan gratefully accepted. He watched as his cousin sipped it carefully. “Are you sure you don’t want to call Sehun?”

Luhan stubbornly shook his head. “It’s okay. He’s still young. He’ll forget about it immediately.”

Kris sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m sure things would’ve turned out different if I hadn’t accidentally cut Minseok’s hand.”

“It’s not your fault. And I should’ve just learnt Korean the moment you told me you’re going to work here.”

Kris ruffled Luhan’s hair caringly. “Well, I guess you’re really gonna have to learn it since you’re applying work here. Just in case you find someone else beside Sehun and he’s Korean too. Wouldn’t want things to end up the same things with him.”

Luhan pouted. “Yeah...it’s sad to know that I want to talk a lot to him but I don’t know what language should I use.”

Kris glanced at his wristwatch. “Do you want to go in now?”

Luhan still stared at his phone for a moment before finally flipping it close. “Yeah... I should be going now.”

Both of them stood up, and Luhan straightened up before leaning forward to hug Kris.

“If...if Sehun ever asks for your number, can I give it to him?”

“HYUNG!!”

The sound of an exclamation surprised both of them as they pulled apart.

Sehun was running to their direction, and when he’s close enough, he halted and panted. “G—glad I make it on time,” he said and after a moment of regaining his breath, he looked straight to Luhan.

Luhan took a step back by instinct. ”Wu—Wufan.”

“Long distance relationship,” Sehun told Luhan seriously. “Please, do it with me.”

“Wufan, what is he talking about—“

“I know you may think that I’m not serious, but please do know that I am dead serious. I can’t—I can’t even think what to do without you here, because even with you here I don’t know how to say a thing to you, without us both scratching our heads. But I want to try—I’m willing to try, I will wait until you get back, but until you do, I promise you I’ll learn your language even if I at it, but at least you’ll understand what I’m trying to say, and, and—“

Sehun knew he was rambling. He knew Luhan wouldn’t understand it and the latter must’ve thought that he was ugly because his face kind of said so. Sehun growled inwardly and smacked himself.

“Just because I’m younger, doesn’t mean that I’m a kid. Luhan-hyung, please be my boyfriend because I just wouldn’t accept your rejection because I can’t. And please, don’t ever let yourself be touched by anyone else that I don’t know because what if I’m going crazy and I can’t protect you because you’re so far away and I don’t have enough money to go there, and, and—“

Luhan blinked as he realized Sehun would not stop talking.

Sehun desperately stared at him.

“I’m sorry. I know you wouldn’t understand...”

“Wufan...?”, Luhan whispered.

Kris placed a hand over his mouth to redeem his laughter and he shrugged at his cousin. Sehun’s ramblings were too long and there’s no way he would translate it sentence per sentence. So he just shrank it into one conclusion:

“He’s asking you to marry him.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

End.