Dear Aries
Description
Everyone is ruled by the stars, even if you don't believe in it. Your day, week, month, year even, is already mapped out by how the planets will align.
Luhan lives his life by what his horoscope says (sometimes a little too literally). His most reliable and trustworthy friends are those he's never even met - his psychic advisers from 1-900 numbers who help him determine his future based on his zodiac (Luhan's credit card bill could make you weep). Luhan welcomes whatever his horoscope tells him with open arms and drags his unwilling (non-believer) friends along. You can't fight what's written for you in the heavens, after all, and poor Jongin, try as he might, can't fight it either.
You never know what tomorrow may bring, dear Aries...
Foreword
Luhan sits himself down at his glass kitchen table in his spacious and echoey Beverly Hills abode. Well, his parent’s Beverly Hills abode. With the clink of his cup of tea and saucer and a shuffle of his house slippers, he pushes up his glasses and flips open today's copy of the Los Angeles Times. Spreading the inked pages wide open in front of himself he gets right down to business by throwing out the Business section. Doesn't need that. He's not father yet. He gets to the Entertainment section and looks at the faces of reality stars with slight disgust and tosses the pages to the floor. Doesn't need that either. He hasn't become his mother yet, thank god. He pulls out the Funnies and pauses. He scrunches his eyebrows and gives them scrutinizing once-over. After scratching his chin thoughtfully Luhan nods and neatly folds the Funnies back together. Yes, save those for later. With the kitchen tiles now covered in discarded newspaper Luhan hovers over the pages he was looking for. His daily horoscope.
Comments