In the summer of 1952, Sehun becomes infatuated with twelve-year-old Luhan.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin my soul Lo-lee-ta. He was Lo, plain Lo in the morning, standing four feet ten in one frilly sock hopping around the house. He was Baby doll at school. Luhan on the dotted lines of his birth certificate. But twirling around in a faded blue polka dotted dress, he was always my Lolita.