((I'm updating a week later than planned because my english teacher kept assigning me stuff, but now it's summer break and I have a ton of free time. I also edited my mistakes in previous chapters because that was terrible,))

As weeks pasted, Xiumin and Luhan became closer.

Xiumin had started to notice that as they got closer, Luhan spent more time at his house and less at his own.

Xiumin didn't mind it at all. He was actually secretly pleased about it.

It just bothered him how whenever Luhan did spend time at his house, he'd either come to Xiumin looking like he had been crying, or with skin that was layered with new bruises.

Each time there was a new bruise, Xiumin questioned Luhan about it, but there was always a new excuse of Luhan doing something clumbsy.

The thing was that Luhan was the least bit clumbsy.

In Xiumin's time of knowing and being around Luhan, Luhan had never done anything clumbsy.

Luhan never did anything involved in his excuses in front of Xiumin.

No tripping.

No falling.

No hitting his head.

Xiumin was sure he'd never even seen Luhan come close to loosing his balance.

Xiumin was positive something didn't add up and his teacher telling him to watch out for Luhan made him even more suspicious.