Title: ideal type

Pairing: Luhan/OC

Word Count: ~4,000 words

Rating: PG

Preview:

Our relationship was never quite finished, really—it was more of a comma, I like to think of it. He had left for Korea, promising me gifts and letters and texts, which turned out to be all wishful thinking. Wishful thinking and lies.
I’ve come to accept that now Luhan considered that comma a period, our relationship at a full stop, an end. It was never official, it wasn’t something he told me. But I know, by the way he says countless “I love you”s on television to his fans, by the fact that he is surrounded by so many beautiful k-pop idol women who have ten times better bodies and faces than I have, by the way he promises his fans he would never betray them, by the way he spends time and sweat and toil to perfect dance moves but never bothers to even send me a text—for an entire year. It has been one year without messages. One year of no Luhan—not even a dry “I love you.” I dare not text him now.

Again, crossposting from tumblr.

Thanks for reading, and I'd appreciate any feedback!

-celine