LUHAN POV

Monday came again, and I was in the same position last week, only now, my heart was trampled on fifty thousand times, with a 14-wheeler truck. After rushing out from their house, I’ve never heard from her again, nor did I even try calling her.

I was wrecked; my heart was cut into pieces by her words that I barely saved myself from pain and depression. For the weekend, I sulked myself inside my room, making my cousin barged into my room just to make sure I was alive.

Of course, I told him about my problem, briefly, and the one advice he gave me was to move on from her. Delun-ge is an sometimes, but at times like this when his mature 23-year-old self appears. And as unfortunate as it may seem, he was right. I should move on. Any sane guy should, stealing her away isn’t something I should be plotting but then again a small part of me, wanted to scream at my cousin, telling him I would to anything to be with her.

But in the end I ask myself, if I did managed to do so, how sure was I that she herself won’t voluntarily leave me for her beloved? 

The day started, and I still haven’t caught a sight of IU. Where was she anyways? My mind went on to fast forward, as I recalled possible locations to where she could be found, but then I stopped my trance and asked myself if what would I do if I did see her?

I groaned inwardly, nothing of course. We went away in bad terms that it’ll be pretty much miraculous if she’d even throw me glance at all.

My morning class ended, and I saw Kris out of his seat and already waiting for me by the door. Advancing towards him, Kris asked me a lot about my weekend, but I could only grumbled and told him, I was in bed for the most part. We were about to make a turn to the cafeteria, when I heard my name being called out. Looking back, I saw Mr. Wu, our homeroom teacher standing behind.

“I’ll just wait for you at the cafeteria,” Kris said, leaving the two of us alone.

“Hey Mr. Wu,” I greeted the middle-aged grey-haired teacher. He was one of the coolest teachers in our school that he doesn’t even bother if his students don’t greet him as formal as the others.

“Hello Luhan,” he smiled at me brightly. Out of nowhere, he took out a brown manila envelope. “I have some good news for you,” he said eagerly as he put the envelope in my hold.

“What sir?”

“You know the exchange student program you applied for…” His voice trailed off and at the same time, we looked at each other in recognition. I nodded. It was the program Mr. Wu urged me to do at the start of classes. “Well, you’ve been approved. The board has selected you…” I couldn’t hear any words anymore, as I excitedly tore the envelope, and quickly read the content. As soon as I saw the word congratulations, I felt overjoyed about the whole thing. For once, I was out of my depressed state, temporarily.

“This is so cool!” I exclaimed, and the teacher shared the same happy feelings as mine.

“Congratulations Luhan,” he said. “I’m sure your parents would be so proud.”

I frowned. Shoot! I haven’t told them anything about this. My happy bubble swiftly burst, and immediately I thought of my father opposing this idea without even hearing me explain. “I’m sure they would be,” I said, telling the exact opposite of my thoughts.

Of course, my father is a successful businessman, and he inherited our company which was already passed down for ten generations. Being an only child, I was expected to be the next CEO, but then again, I didn’t even plan on venturing into business. Even knowing this, my father still forced me into going into meetings with him, and vocally making the decisions of me taking up a course in business.

Walking back to the cafeteria, I told Kris about the program. Just like any other friend, he was also ecstatic, but just like what I thought of earlier, he told me about my father maybe disagreeing about this. Tch, even my friend still gives him the benefit of the doubt.

Later that day, I decided to go home for once. It was taught at school that home is a place where you’d experience warmth, love and belonginess from your family, but for me, it’s just one place I wanted to avoid the most. 

Going in, I was greeted by five of our servants, who quickly took my bag and coat. Butler Chan was the highest authority out of all of them. He greeted me with a hug. I’ve been with him, longest, and been in contact more than my own parents.

“Good evening Master Luhan, what brings you here?” He asked, taking notice of my sudden visit, since I rarely come home.

“Just so,” I smiled a