YES LUHAN TIME, WOOOOOO *~*

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZNiJpmXF_Do   As if on cue, everything in the clearing went still and mute, the rumbles and noises in the trees had fallen silent and the wind currents ceased.    You stared at the boy beside you. His warm eyes glowed, as they flickered up towards the beautiful, clear blue sky. The corners of his lips were tugged into an angelic smile.    How come you never noticed how radiant he looked underneath the sun? The delicate look in his eyes, the ivory cream smoothness of his skin, and that warm aura he had around him as if an invisible halo shrouded his presence. No wonder he was an Angel...   You gave your head a small shake to snap out of the small daze.     You felt your own features brightening up. You shyly smiled and repeated the name he had said seconds ago. “Luhan?”   “Luhan.” He repeated his name with a firm nod. You didn’t realize it, until he said it the second time, but there was a slight accent in the way he pronounced it; a different accent which you didn’t recognize.   You tapped your chin thoughtfully before asking, “isn’t that Chinese?”    His smile grew even wider now. He turned to you. Your eyes locked with his big, innocent ones. He nodded again. “It is.”    You tilted your head in curiosity. “Chinese people existed back at the Kingdom?” You blurted out without thinking. You saw his eyes search yours, as if he was trying to see you were joking or not. When he found the answer, he covered his mouth as he tried not to laugh too hard.    *WOW. STUPID ME. WHY DID I ASK THAT!* Your cheeks flamed red and you punched Luhan in the arm. “Stop laughing! I-I was just joking! Of course there are Chinese people. They existed for centuries.” You cleared your throat, but failing because you realized that sounded even more stupid.    Luhan held onto his stomach while he laughed, his eyes curving into perfect crescents. This was the first time you’ve witnessed him laughing so hard and it was all because of your stupid remark. He did have a nice laugh, though.   You crossed your arms and looked away. The wind currents began again and your hair blew gently with the wind. You caught your hair and tucked it behind your ear. “Luhans a nice name.” You mumbled, picking up your pocky box in front of you. You pulled out a stick and chewed on it slowly.   Luhan stopped laughing. His eyes softened, but the smile never left his face. He sat up. “Sorry about that. I rarely laugh out loud like a lunatic but your statement caught me off guard.” He saw your cheeks turn four shades darker, and he shifted the topic. “Thank you... I like my name, too.”   You could hear the sincerity in his voice. “What does Luhan mean anyway?” You bit the stick again, eyes wide with curiosity.    “It means angry.” Luhan replied.    “What?”   “Angry.”    You stared at Luhan and sized him up and down. Your eyebrows arched as you chewed on your pocky stick. “That name does not suit you at all.”   Luhan cocked his head to the side with a pair innocent, doe eyes and a sweet smile. “How so?”   You chewed on the rest of the stick. Luhan sat Indian style and faced your way. His eyes probed your face. His heart rate felt like it was increasing by the second. Having this chance to sit down next to you without any interruption was... comforting. He patiently waited for your answer.   You swallowed quickly. “Now don’t yell at me or get offended, this is just based on what I see and examine at home and at school, okay?”    “Of course.” Luhan smiled.    *Wow.* Your breath slightly hitched in your throat. In the time you have spent with