Unknown
Incongruous
The silence was deafening. Luhan observed the emotions that Sehun expressed with various, subtle facial expressions before the young man sighed and stood. "Please put the fire out, Luhan. I'm going to head to bed," Sehun mumbled tiredly.
Inwardly, Luhan scoffed. Selfish, demanding, and as ordering as the others, much like his father and grandfather warned they would be.
Sehun opened the door and paused to bestow Luhan one glance.
"Thank you, Luhan, for everything."
Luhan remained unfazed. Sehun's words meant nothing, for one day, he would become much like the late Miss for Luhan was nothing but a tool.
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