Breathe.      Lu Han grabbed his chest. His lungs were burning and suffocating him again. His eyes became unfocused and his head began to spin.      Breathe.      He was seeing it again. He was reliving it. He was crying, sobbing, and wailing. He saw her, immobile and still. He heard the cries of desperation and helplessness. He was alone.      “Han… Lu Han…”      Pounding on his chest, he gaped for air. He felt the tension on his body ease and the burning feeling fade away. His legs lost all strength, and he immediately crashed to the floor.      His breath still unsteady, Lu Han cupped his face with his hands. “Damn,” he murmured. “It’s starting again.” It had been a while since he last suffered through an attack. He thought that he had recovered—not completely cured, but something close to it—but he was wrong. All the time, money, and effort that he had poured into medication and therapy turned out to be useless, and he was back to square one.      After regaining some strength back, Lu Han hoisted himself up from the ground. He dusted his pants and walked out of the bathroom. On the way, he bumped into someone going in the opposite direction.      “Sorry—oh, .” Upon discovering who he had collided into, the male student scowled. “I didn’t see you coming. Really. Sorry—”      Swiftly and angrily, Lu Han threw a punch across the jaw of the other. “Watch where you’re going, you piece of junk! What do you use your eyes for? Decoration?”      Though the Chinese was rather thin and appeared to be fragile, he was actually pretty strong. With lips torn from the impact of the attack, the student only stood with his fists clenched and eyes glued to the floor. He found the situation unfair and unjust, he knew better than act up against the infamous Lu Han.      “I better not see you around again. Alright?” With a growl, Lu Han left the scene.      The student slammed the nearby wall in fury. “Bastard. You think you’re such a big shot, eh? Everyone knows you’re sick up in the head! Why do you think no one is around you all the time?” He then spat on the ground before heading back into the restroom to tend to his own business.   <:>      When Lu Han’s eyes fluttered open, he found himself sprawled across the desk of the lecture hall in Seoul University. He had, apparently, fallen asleep during his Business and Administration lecture. The attack earlier must have tired him out—he wasn’t one to fall asleep in places other than his own bed. Besides, the lecture wasn’t interesting in any way. If it wasn’t for his stupid, stubborn excuse for a father, he wouldn’t even be there in the first place.      He stretched his arms out wide and yawned. Glancing at his watch, which its hands pointed towards 5PM, he murmured, “I need to get home…”      However, as he stuffed his belongings into his backpack, the deterrence of his plan—actually, of his life in general—walked in through the door. “Yo!” Kim Jongin, or Kai, as he preferred, cal