"The news was right, hyung. There is this storm outside the window. What will we do?"

It was Saturday; they could care less if there isn't anything to do. But they wanted to go out, and it's just really devastating to see a clear sky yesterday and a heavy rain today. Sehun and Luhan sat by the chouch which they dragged to face the window; televisions weren't an option because the whole campus got its power shut down.

"Then let's stay here, and maybe drink some coffee."

Luhan reflexed after a long sig, rubbing his palm against rough fabric and dust before standing up. He walked himself to the kitchen to brew some beans and maybe pull out the milk carton and sugar cube out of the refrigerator; simple things that might be the solution to their problem.

"Hey, hyung?" Sehun calls.

"Yes?"

"Nothing, I'm just really happy."

Luhan giggled and looked at Sehun, who was smiling really wide.

"What? Why are you smiling like that?"

"You know it, hyung. You used to hate me all and all, and now we just slept on the same bed and you have my large shirt on. It's delusional, but in a good way, of course."

Luhan smiled too. By the fact that he didn't even knew what was the reason behind his sudden change of heart. But it wasn't all of a surprise, because he had a thought that maybe if he truely falls in love with Sehun; his past, his troubled experiences will suddenly be useless and it won't bother him anymore. But it still bothers him, actually, it bothers him to death. Because sometimes, coffee steam, marble counters and couch raspy sound as it drags on the floor is sometime not enough.

"Baekhyun, where are you? I've been finding you around the campus and I've seen no trace of you and Kyungsoo."

Luhan sends the most hateful glare at the text he had sent to Baekhyun 2 hours ago. He is now standing at the gate, in the middle of a cold night and everything else; darkness, silence and sleeping guards: details that sifts through his eyes scares him. He was in between going places where he think his friends are, or just to stay and wait for their return. But Luhan couldn't stay alone, and to top it all, Baekhyun has the dorm key.

"You should have left me the freaking keys and told me you were going out! I can't even change my uniform!" He slides and reads his next message on his phone. He is really pissed by looking at the flood of his own words without any response from the receiver. He sighs, he coughs, as the cold wind embraces him. He took one stop out of the border of the school; it was a decision. He is going to get down to the town.

"The DVD shop." He mumbles the first possible place where the two could be, but then he changes because it's probably not the season for Kyungsoo to buy Pororo DVDs and Baekhyun to grab more make-up tutorials and collections.

"The café." He names the second block, and it looks like it is closed. Not a choice.

"The bar. Yeah, the bar." Luhan nods at the lit place, rainbow windows, dark red brick walls, one floor but seems to be wide enough to accomodate a huge crowd. But it seem to be quiet, and the faint music from inside feels less that his idea of a bar. It is his first time anyway, so he lack ideas of what the actual scene might look like. He walked in, and luckily the bouncer at the door was sleeping. He looks at his phone clock, and it was a really sleepy time of the night.

He walks in to a flash of three to four colors, mainly green, yellow, red and blue; and it blind shim. There were alot of people, and the music is louder than he expected. It was like hell with voices of helpess soul drown over margarita majesty and tequilla galore. The smell was killing him, but it wasn't bad as it smells at the right side of the bar. People there take and drink on the left side, where they spill and burp and do anything else a bar person would do. It was unfitting; Luhan was unfitting and he just slides himself to the farthest of the beverage counter.

He draw lines on the people, finding if his friends where there. It was all unfamiliar faces, some where like paintings in his mind but he bet he never met them. The crowd even grew bigger and tighter, and Luhan just set himself up to his most comfortable and maybe leave when there's space.

"Hi." A man approaches him, and this one is surprisingly familiar.

"Hello." He rekindles the greeting, though he had his eyes squinted at the bright hues pointing at the latter's face. But he knew he was tall in an obvious manner as he was already looking up to him as he speaks.

"Why are you here? You're not the type of person who seems to go on a bar at the time like this. Even in any time, I wouldn't expect you here."

Luhan scratches his head, knowing that the man talking to him knows him and he don't. "Well. I'm finding my friends here." He gives up and looks down to block of the lights. "Do you know them? Baekhyun and Kyungsoo?"

"Of course." He got a fast reply. "I've seen them lately, and now I don't know if they're in that crowd or left the bar already."

"Is that so? Well, I'll leave now." Luhan then shoots himself off the stool and started walking away, until the man grabbed him back.

"No, Luhan. Let's enjoy this night. I have no one with me and maybe fate have sent you here."

"I'm sorry. I need to leave."

The man then pushed a shot of a drink, not in Luhan's knowledge to identify what it is. "Okay, then. Just one glass and I'm bringing you out."

Luhan sighed, unable to keep up with the persistence and gulped the drink. It was bitter, awful and disgusting. It made his head shake and it feels really bad in the throat. He nods and places the glass by the counter and started walking away. It was a success, after getting through the moving crowd was an achievement. He didn't looked back to see if the man who talked to him followed or anything.

Then he suddenly felt tipsy. The world was spinning around his head and his legs never felt any weaker. And the last thing he knew was that he smelled a white shirt in stains of whiskey and scotch, shampoo dangling on hair strands, and soft kisses of somehow like raspberries and bubble gum.

"Hyung?"

Luhan snaps off his reverie as he heards the loud whistle of the kettle pot and Sehun's sudden call. He blinks a couple of times, still stuck in the way he brought back everything that had happened.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I guess. And coffee's ready."

They went back to the couch, with cups on their hand and the rain still the scene they were watching on the window panes. It was gloomy and it was desaturated, but Sehun thinks it's great because he is with Luhan and Luhan is lying his head on his shoulders. Luhan thinks it's great too, because the loud knocks on their walls and windows somehow takes away his mind and soul.

A/N: Short update. Just to highlight that Luhan had some memories left of what happened to him when he lost his ity! I am happy to back in SL,B. But quite sad because I can't get in to the flow yet. Please comment so you can motivate me guys! I'm serious, not just tha I want attention. I am having troubles on continuing this story. Please keep up with me ♥ Thank you! And Thanks for the 5,830+ foreword views and 7,6 chapter views. So that means... We 13,450+ views already, YAY! I love you all! And don't forget to visit:

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