"Jongdae."

"Luhan! Hyung! Was the plane trip okay?"

"No. There was a guy that tried to sleep on my shoulder the whole time."

"Oh. So what'd you do?"

"Punched him in the gut."

". . . Well, that's, uh, one way to solve a problem. I see you haven't changed at all, hyung!"

"What do you mean by that? Are you going to be picking me up or not? You better be. What was the name of the school, again?"

"The name of the school is on the brochure, hyung. And yeah, my car is having a hard time starting up right now, so I'll be a little late. Oh! Baekhyun's yelling at me again. He doesn't like dealing with my car. See you soon, hyung!"

"What the , no, Jongdae, you can't be late--"

There was a click and then a dial tone that flowed through Luhan's phone. The pretty man's face twitched, anger surging through his body at an unimaginable speed. His grip on his phone tightened dangerously, and even with his subconscious mind chanting there's no reason to be mad, it can't be helped, there's no reason to be mad, he felt his control snap. With a roar, he threw his phone hard towards a nearby wall. He watched it crash right next to a terrified woman's head and drop to the floor, broken and shattered. A few people stopped and stared. Others wondered if they should call security. The woman was frozen, realizing the strength of his throw could have quite possibly put her into a coma. Luhan didn't notice her.

Heaving, he tried the deep breathing exercises his therapist recommended him doing everyday. Too bad he ended up hurting his therapist; his methods actually temporarily worked.

Luhan's eyes strayed towards his broken phone, having calmed to pull himself back. At the shattered screen and the scattered broken chips, he suddenly felt anguish for his actions. That was his sixth phone in three weeks.

Xiumin x Luhan x Lay