“For once just take responsibility!”

LuHan threw the speaker a snide smile. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just stop nagging at me, for crying out loud!”

His father’s face turned very nearly purple with rage, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of something to say to his wayward son. “You… you are the only child I have, dammit, and I wish that weren’t true! You’re a disgrace, an ill manned, spoiled, selfish kid!”

“I’m not a child, father,” he said curtly as he grabbed his jacket off the back of the sofa. “And I am not listening to this right now. I’m going out.”

His father, the prominent Senator Lu, moved to block the doorway. “Are you kidding me, LuHan? You’re twenty three years old, why are you acting like this? You’d think I wanted you to donate your heart or something, not grace your grandmother with your presence for thirty ing minutes!”

LuHan let out a sharp sigh as he rolled his eyes. “Dad. I am not going to go to some old fart's home to get my clothes smelling like . She’s old. Let her be. Why should I waste my time watching her die?” As his father’s mouth gaped like a fish out of water, LuHan ducked under his arm and slid out the door, a smile on his handsome features as he slid into the driver’s seat of his expensive German engineered car. His father came flying out the door of the house to yell something at him, but he turned the key just then and as the powerful motor roared to life, he gave his father a mock smile and a condescending wave before stomping on the gas to spray pebbles all over the lawn as he sped away.

He was sick of his father nagging at him, for everything, always, acting like LuHan's life was his concern! If it wasn’t about his phone bill or the careless way he spent his money, it was for the reports of his misdoings at the local clubs or his dalliances with the drunk girls he met there. His father always claimed his actions gave their family a bad name, and always harped on him about ‘taking responsibility for his actions’ or ‘acting more mature’. This time it was over his grandmother who wanted to see him; LuHan honestly couldn’t see why the old woman wouldn’t just go die already. She was always meddling with him his entire childhood; mussing his hair and making him eat things he didn’t like. Stupid old lady.

He pulled to a stop in front of his favorite club and looked in the mirror to adjust his hair once again before plastering his winning smile on his face. Stepping out of the car, he met up with his friends and was immediately allowed entrance to the establishment. The booming bass pulsed through the floor and into his expensive shoes, making him feel alive and at home. He maneuvered his way through the crowd, allowing his hands a of two when he passed an attractive person, and finally ended up in front of the bar. The bartender turned to him with a dazzling smile; LuHan was known here both for his temper and for his money. 

“What can I get you tonight?” The man yelled to him over the music, and LuHan opened his mouth with the name of a light cocktail on the tip of his tongue, but what came out instead was, “Give me a shot of the hardest stuff you have.”