a/n: hi everyone~ first, i want to thank everybody for subscribing to this fanfiction *o* it's so great, thank you very much!! i'm not so satisfied of this chapter, i think it's kind of boring,.. but still i hope you will all like it^o^ (i may modify it later though..) but yeah, have a good time reading :)

 

October, the 8th.       Luhan hardly cries.   Yixing had once brought up a theory saying rather than rarely crying, Luhan doesn't remember crying. But he really does. He remembers crying when he spots his dad dressed up as Sauta Claus and little Luhan cries thinking his precious dad ate precious Santa Claus. He remembers crying when little Yixing steps on his favorite toy, thus breaking it - somehow Yixing ends up crying as well, much to Luhan's stupor -, he remembers crying a few times in his teenage years, he may have cried after Junhao breaks up with him, may be not.      These are little times Luhand had actually cried, so it is fair to say: Luhan hardly cries.     He doesn't cry when doctor Jung tells him he won't be able to play soccer until a while. It's not that he isn't heartbroken - hell no, he has never been this dismal -, no, it's that Luhan believes a true man doesn't cry. So Luhan ignores his feelings as he ignored mockeries about his Chinese accent when he speaks korean. He fights off his tears, holds back his sobs, but definitely bites his lips harder than he should. And it doesn't last long until he senses a rusty salty taste of blood in his mouth.   "Ruptures of cruciate ligaments usually occur without any external causes but rather by a sudden shift, change of direction or shock while running or jumping. " he hears. " You will go through surgery, then heal for few months. "   He feels a light but rassuring pressure on his shoulder, turns his head and notices Yixing who wears a warm supporting smile on his serene face. He spots Sehun nodding at doctor Jung's tips, a serious face and Luhan swears his younger friend is mentally memorizing doctor Jung's words to help Luhan.   Luhan wants to smile at his friends but he doesn't. His face muscles are stiff, densely tensed, his lips are sealed in a thin line as he stares again blankly into the wall in front of him. Luhan doesn't cry but he doesn't suppress his rising anger, he doesn't stop his brain to think about the accident - unlike when he saw Junhao's hands linked with another man -, he plays the incident in his mind again and again, focusing on blurry details.

He remembers running after his opponent, but he had spotted a familiar navy blue shirt - their shirt with his Un