complaints of a fuccboi
( @rksoo )
the night was eventful, onerous if he’d like to say. but after mulling over what he just did, luhan already knew from that point—he was a dunce ( putting him in corner wearing that triangle dunce hat would’ve served as a good punishment for him ). he didn’t like to complain. however, holding his composure in this situation was impossible for him.
his temper wasn’t the best, imagine a raging thunderstorm. but he wasn’t going to go off on a random person.
what shocked him the most was he had one of the most bizarre encounters right now. the person he’d least expect to attend just about anywhere was kyungsoo. yet alone a fancy ball. luhan well-knew that his “mother”, he’d like to say, wasn’t into these sort of events nor would he make his way out to go. walking up to the male with his jaw agape, eyebrows knitted together in a mix of concern and bewilderment. he greeted kyungsoo by waving hello, but then only to see the agonising expression on his face didn’t surprise him ( kyungsoo being kyungsoo ). let kyungsoo be kyungsoo.
“so uh..” he trailed off. “what brings you here, mum?”
“oh and don’t be surprised by the way. i think i just fucked shit up—“ the real question was, when didn’t luhan fuck shit up? this time, he wasn’t with sehun but more like this was his entirely his fault. “yeah you know i always fuck shit up anyways. my love life is literally a melodramatic movie.