Luhan, in all his baggy-crewneck-sweater-and-skinny-jeaned-glory, waltzes into your life (and unfortunately, coffee) on a sunny afternoon and murders your favourite shirt in the process.

You, of course, are prepared to go three different kinds of ape on this ridiculously well-dressed man before you suddenly realize whose mother you're about to insult.

And then you gawk.

And gawk.

And gawk some more for good measure.

"Hey, do you need like a tissue or something? You have coffee all over your shirt...and um, some drool too...." He says, raising a perfectly-shaped brow at your bewildered expression.

"Why yes, yes you may have my babies." You want to say, but instead you settle for a dignified, "Um...I...you...me...babies...?"

"Alright then...." He responds politely, but not without mild irritation. He probably assumes you're just another annoying fan after his baby-making skills.

You, on the other hand, are contemplating the possibility of committing suicide by pen (there's one you always keep handy in your backpack) if embarassment doesn't kill you first.

Luhan takes your silence as confirmation to his suspicions (also, his manager looks like he’s about to go Super Saiyan on your skinny ), so he swiftly shifts the heavy-looking Louis Vuitton over his shoulder and is about to leave when his eyes suddenly trail down to your pale wrist.

“Oh, um, it means, love stays for all." You exclaim hastily, cheeks flushing when you catch him observing the black cursive. If your tattoo didn't sound cheesy and lame before (thanks to Jongdae's constant teasing), it sure did now. Darn you and your "thrill-seeking" eighteen-year old self. 

“...But you probably knew that already since it’s in Chinese....” You realize. Okay. Maybe you’ll just stop talking now. Forever. Maybe.

"What’s your name?" Luhan inquires, his response throwing you off guard. His lips curve into that familiar yet foreign smile, the one that you've seen so many times on YouTube (courtesy of your ty and laggy laptop), but never really had the pleasure of observing in real life.

"M-Minseok!" You reply, flushing red. Again. God, Luhan probably thinks you have some kind of weird face disease by now.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Minseok.” Luhan says, meeting your eyes for the very first time throughout the conversation.

Your heart, in response, skips like twenty beats and you’re pretty sure you just died and went to EXO-M heaven.


















author's note: 
I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN AGES. ARGH.
hope everyone likes this. ; w ;