Deer Luhan,

The HunHan shippers are back in force, but with a twist: are you yourself in drag, or your twin brother, or me?  Or am I you in drag, your twin brother, or potentially even your twin sister?

Leigh

Credit must be given where it’s due: Sehun had had an absolutely amazing English teacher in me.  When the curator came over to break up the scuffle we were in with the managers, he launched into some sob story about them apparently stalking me, his girlfriend, and it really freaking the pair of us out.  We all left the cinema – the managers because they were forced to and Sehun and I because we decided it would be better not to be there when it was revealed that it was all total bull – though I wasn’t sure if they’d cottoned onto the fact that I was a girl or if they thought that Sehun was dating Luhan.  Either way, the managers looked more disturbed by Sehun potentially dating than they did at his accusation that they were erts, but that might have been because they understood “girlfriend” in English and not “creep”.

I was in a lot of pain after the scuffle with the manager, so we didn’t really do much.

“There’s somewhere I need to take you,” Sehun announced, taking my hand in one of his and finally succumbing to scrolling through the internet on his phone.  The managers had already found us once and we were also just about to disappear into the underground, since he had tugged me to a halt by one of the tube subways.

“Not the London Eye,” I stipulated.  “That would be cheesy.  And it costs a bomb.”

“I have money,” he mumbled, still scrolling.

I attempted to peek over his shoulder.  “So what are you thinking of?”

“Secret.”  He stuck his tongue out and shielded his phone screen against his chest before I could see.

I stuck my tongue back out at him and he flicked me on the forehead.  I yelped.  It was something he hadn’t done for absolutely ages, and I found myself blushing as I remembered various occasions that he’d done it before.  It had been particularly towards the beginning of my time with EXO.  Though, considering I’d been away from Sehun and in China for most of it, that was kind of understandable.

Curious as to what he’d picked out, I allowed him to lead me down into the underground, where he nabbed a seat and made me sit on his knee, to the annoyance of all the rush hour commuters – though in fairness, I was an invalid even if I didn’t have my crutches with me – and at the other end I declined letting him carry me up the escalator towards the surface, because that just would have looked ridiculous.  Then it was a short ride on the bus and we finally reached our destination.

“Sehun.”  I turned to stare at him in amazement.  He took my hand again, completely pokerfaced.  “I know I have issues with the ability to be romantic, but I’m pretty sure that taking somebody to hospital for their date is cursed in some culture somewhere and I claim full rights to every superstition in the world if you make me walk through that door.”

“You got into a physical fight with two burly men twice your size over the back of a movie theatre seat,” he said.  “I’m pretty sure I heard something crack.”

“It was probably the chair.”

He prodded me in the chest and I let out a yelp of pain.  “You’re bruising.”

“You can’t see that, you ert!”

“Well, either way your painkillers have worn off and you’re grimacing whenever you breathe.  I thought getting you to hospital before the wind changed would be a good idea.”

“What are you—”

“You’re very pretty,” he assured me, “and don’t tell Luhan I said that – but you look much prettier when you’re pulling faces that don’t make you look like Shrek.”

“I’ll tell Luhan you’re crushing on him.”

Sehun seemed to take it as an attempt to blackmail me.  “Deal.”  And he swept me off my feet and marched into the hospital.

“Sehun, Sehun, wait!” I hollered, whacking him around the head.  “This is the NHS we’re talking about – we’re going to be here all night—”

I swear the cad was grinning.  “Fabulous.  More alone time for the pair of us, then.  Maybe we can get some inspiration from all the doctors and nurses—”

“Are you talking about role play?” I spluttered, nearly choking and then actually choking at the pain that lanced through my chest.

Sehun looked incredibly disturbed.  “I don’t know where the hell you got that idea.  A friend of a friend went to medical school in Europe and apparently half the people on the course were just looking for people to hook up with so that they could get married at some point down the line.  I mean, a decent doctor’s never going to be short of a job, which means a stable income.”

“And no life, for the duration of their degree.”

“Yeah, that does seem to be a flaw in the hook-up plan.”

We weren’t quite there all night, because despite being in the middle of London there were relatively few cases that the hospital needed to take care of, but it was still eleven before we got out of there with the news that I had broken one of my recently healed ribs.  Which was weird, because I didn’t feel like I was in an incredible amount of pain.  The scary thing, though, was that I’d been on so many painkillers recently that the doctor didn’t dare prescribe me anymore in case I ended up overdosing.

“There are so many puns I could make out of that,” Sehun mused at the news while I tried – and failed – not to hum along to Overdose at the doctor’s words.

“Am I your overdose or is the medication my overdose?” I wondered aloud.  Sehun went very pink at that and I had difficulty