It’s weird.

No, he’s weird.

Suho doesn’t understand.

No other guy would be so composed in this situation.

But he’s just sitting there, smiling sweetly at Suho.

Suho’s ears turn pink.

He never gets flustered.

Suho makes to escape, but Lu Han just pulls him right back. “What’s wrong?” he asks calmly. His voice is gentle. Sable eyes sparkle with fondness as Suho squirms. “Are you uncomfortable?”

“People are staring at us,” Suho hisses.

Lu Han laughs melodiously.

His laugh is always graceful.

It’s not fair.

“So? Let them think what they may,” he replies coolly, locking his arms around Suho’s waist.

“You’re so…weird,” Suho grumbles, at a loss for a more suitable word. He thrashes wildly, but Lu Han’s grip is resolute.

The deer-eyed boy chuckles softly at his remark before his eyes darken.

“Joonmyun, I messed up,” he admits bashfully, lowering his gaze.

Suho stops struggling. “What? What did you do this time?”

Lu Han grins at the panic in the younger boy’s voice. “I planned out my timeline." 

“What?” Suho’s voice betrays his confusion. “Wait, what’s wrong with that? I thought planning one out was still okay.”

Lu Han smiles. “It is,” he answers carefully.

But not when it revolves around another person.