Lu Han, lazily stirred his strawberry milk, which didn't even need to be stirred, and stared out of the little window of the tiny apartment. Rummaging was heard in the other room as he mentally laughed at a lady's hat flying away in the wind.

    "Luhan where's my hat?!" Called a voice not too far from him.

    "Should be where it always is, on top of the shelf I can't reach." Luhan called back.

Silence filled the room as he didn't remove his concentration from the world outside. Footsteps entered the room and there was a kiss placed on his head.

    "I'll be back later, Lu lu."

With that he was all alone, like always. His eye suddenly twitched and he hit his glass, spilling it's content all over the table. Wu Yifan, or how he calls him, Kris Yifan. Where does he begin with him? Tall, arrogant, stupid, to start with. He met Kris in his second to last year of college in the city of Seoul. Never had he thought taking a picture of bridge would get him a one way ticket to back to China, in a tiny apartment with a boyfriend who is NEVER THERE. Literally, it's alright though as Kris never comes home until 2 in the morning and leaves at noon. Never does he tell Luhan were he's going, all he says is, "It's work related," or "I'll be back later." All Luhan would get from Kris was one answered responses to his questions and wouldn't have an actual conversation with him. He's tired of it because Kris was never like that when they first met. This weird behavior only started a few weeks ago when Kris's best friend, Tao, came to town. So many questions float in his head a lot and they eat away at him when he tries to ask his tall boyfriend, he gets a simple response as, "I don't know." It makes him angry just thinking about that response that if Kris walked back into the apartment he will tell him what was on his mind. Sure enough he heard the door open and Kris walked in. Well, it's now or never.

    "Wu Yifan, where are you always going? You never come home until two in the morning and you leave at twelve every single day for the past three weeks!" Luhan yelled.

Kris looked taken a back as he never imagined sweet little Luhan to be the angry type but there he was, hands into fists, knitted brows, and he's pretty sure he was grinding his teeth.

    "It's work related." Kris answered calmly.

    "Work related?!" Luhan exploded, "You've started this weird behavior ever since Tao came into town! Don't you dare tell me it's work related because a bakery worker never gets home that late! I would know because my mother owns a bakery and you work at my mother's bakery!"

Kris' eyes were wide just hearing Luhan straining his voice to yell at him. It's actually the first time his boyfriend has yelled at him and he's not quite sure how to deal with it. Should he calm him down or be silent? There's only one way to find out.

    "Lu-"

    "Shut the up, I'm talking!" Luhan spat.

Well so much for trying to calm his deer down.

    "Every single ing time I ask you a question pertaining to your "work," you always say, "I don't know, " or "Don't worry about it." Of course I'm gonna worry about it when I find your shirts ripped by who knows what!" Luhan waved his arms in frustration. "Tell me what you're actually doing and if you're doing this with Zitao-"

    "Luhan, don't-"

    "Or I'm moving out and going back to living with my parents." Luhan finished.

Normally words don't have weight but that sentence weighed Kris down by a lot. Luhan looked completely serious and there's no way he could actually tell Luhan what was going on as he would be... No he won't think about it. Instead he stepped forward and hugged Luhan, catching the latter off guard. Luhan's anger subsided as he's never felt Kris' contact in, what feels like, forever.

    "I love you."

Suddenly Kris pulled away, grabbed the car keys he forgot and left. Luhan stood in the middle of the kitchen, processing what just happened. Once everything finally clicked he screamed at the top of his lungs.

    "Stupid Kris! ing idiot! Why do I love him?!" Luhan yelled, kicking and punching anything around him.

Kris was standing behind the door of their apartment, listening to Luhan's tantrum and sighed.

    "I really wish I could tell you, Lu lu."