L u h a n s ⋆ S t a r s
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ohoho It's been a while :D I'm planning to stick to this one but i'm not sure where its gonna end up D: I hope it gets sucessful though HAHAH Anyhoo, this fanfics gonna be about my bias Luhan ohohoho <3 Lulu-baby, I love you~ Over the past week, I've been catching up on reading fanfics and I inspired myself, once again! I also encountered alot of the fanfics that plagiarised on ideas from kdramas and or other fanfictions but I intend to stick to my own ideas! C: I do apologized if theres any spelling or grammar mistakes but just stay with me hahaha C: I love reading comments and getting subscribers so do me a favour and if you like what you see, then tell me or subscribe because it lets me know that people actually do want to read my fanfics! This time around, I'll try and post daily, if not, just a mini update!
P.S I haven't planned anything before starting on this. I'll probably just got with the flow. (Not a good idea but D:)
Foreword
"Umma, so you're telling me, I have to live in a house with her?! I mean, look at her!" Luhan exclaimed. Mihyun rolled her eyes and continued unpacking her bags. Pfft, and you call ME immature. This guy has some nerve, doesn't he.
"Just remember that I'm not interested in you nor your body, alright? So don't think that you'll get any of this," he spoke as he slid his hands into his baggy pockets and walked off. UGH.
Mihyun stopped packing and grabbed her camera stand and swung at Luhan's bottom. After Luhan's loud shreak, the maids ran upstairs to check what had happened and why the master had squealed. Mihyun quickly as fast as her stubby little legs could take her back to her room and locked while panting very loudly.
"Song Mi-hyun, it's like you want to get hit."
My name is Song Mi-Hyun. I am 16 years old and I live with my father. We're not rich, nor poor. We're just average people, I guess. My personality? Well, I'm usually a bubbly, caring and friendly person. People mistaken me because of my 'angel-face'. To be honest, I agree with them. Sometimes, I look in the mirror and mistaken myself. But trust me, if you touch the ones I love or hurt the people closest to me, you don't want to see me. I don't have friends so I guess the only person I'm looking out for at the moment is my father and myself. I have a very vivid past and a lot of unpleasant memories that often affect my present, but then again, I try my hardest not to think about it. And my grades? Don't get me wrong, I try my hardest but I never seem to get there. -3- Recently, I was expelled from my previous highschool. Why you ask? Well, you'll figure it out later ;)
I'm Xi Luhan, 18 years of age and I live with my mother. I come from an extremely rich family and I'm surronded by my 11 close childhood friends. I don't want to act cocky or anything, but girls tend to swoon over my cute-angelic face, then again, I'm always the one to reject them. What do they do? Keep coming back. Honestly, it can get annoying. ugh -rolls eyes- Why can't they just understand that I'm not interested in them? Sigh, immature girls, I hate them most. But anyways, my father left my mother a few years back, taking 1/4 of our wealth. That bastard.
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