"S-Sehun?" 

"Luhan."

"You remember me?"

"Of course."

"Well-"

"You should know that I'm not that boy you met for a day. You hardly knew me then, you don't know me now."

Sehun was no longer Sehun the twelve year old messed-up minded boy but instead was  Sehun: The ed-up boy. This, though, is what angered Sehun most.

Luhan stayed the same Chinese deer. He had a neat life, he spoke three languages and his first, last and favourite kiss was with a thief two years younger than him.

Of course, soon or later, these two will have to collide. 

This wasn't Luhans plan.

None of this was.

But whether it was, or was not didn't matter anymore. Luhan was involved in dangerous thing, he befriended dangerous people and got mixed up in a dangerous love.

He always knew that Death didn't wait for anyone, it just surprised him when it met him at his doorstep.

Luhan always had a happy past.

But now, having a happy past is what makes his downfall. In a group of eleven being the only one that is fully functional, kind of made him less functional.

Now he was involved in the dark side of love. 

And now his past isn't so happy.