“Believing is a choice. You either live peacefully based on a lie or live miserably from the truth."
Foreword
12: 04 AM, December 25th
"Breaking news. Celebrity, Oh Sehun, has been reported dead on his home on the night of 24th of December, few hours before Christmas."
Flashing red and blue lights from police cars and ambulance concerned the whole neighbourhood, and were distracted from celebrating their feast on Christmas Eve. Instead of enjoying themselves on the joyous occasion, they went outside their houses, worried for their famous neighbour.
'Why all of the sudden he's dead?' most of them thought. Teenage girls who have heard the news wept that their idol was found dead. The news spread around the nation faster than fire.
Commotion began when the ambulance team finally brought Sehun's body on a stretcher rolling to their vehicle from his house. Cameramen and some reporters around tried to get a good look at Sehun's body with their cameras, but police officials blocked them away from the confidential scene.
Shocked, people around dropped their jaws when they confirmed that it was really the rising star— Oh Sehun. Anyone can recognize Sehun's body even with the white cloth covering his whole body. His body structure was undeniably striking that anyone can easily recognize him.
Everyone was still wondering why this did happen to him.
Unexpectedly, a familiar silhouette from the main doors of Sehun's house put everyone on silence. Reporters reported and recorded everything they were seeing right now. He was walking calmly as possible, considering the fact that too many people around can be either a graceful experience or an embarrassment, with two police officers gripping their hand to his upper arm for he could not escape.
He was muttering to them, but the crowd couldn't hear their indistinct conversation because of the loud sound that came from the vehicles of the policemen and from the crowd. And when finally he got closer to one of the police cars, questions raised around with the exact same thought.
Does Luhan, the man that just walked out, killed his co-star—or more likely known his best friend?
Luhan's facial expression was a combination of wrath and grief.
One from the crowd overheard Luhan's conversation with the police officers. "Believe me, I'm innocent."
The cop replied, "That'll be settled through an interrogation, boy."
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Oh my gosh. I’m sorry about that. I managed to get it right by just replacing “requestexoreactions” in the URL with the new one. But here is a link for your convenience. Please let me know if you find any more problems like this! Thanks for reading my fic. ^_^
Summary: He was either a martyr or a destroyer. The difference, and the simple fact of not knowing which one he was is tearing him apart at the seams. His every thought was filled with him…it was consumed with him. Life had become much more complicated than he could ever imagine. The barrier between time and space had become nothing more to him than a door, and every cell of his being vibrates with power.Yet, he would trade it all to change what happened.
Chapter 2: Sǐwáng
Luhan was mumbling in his sleep again, this time louder. It was gibberish until a word slipped out in perfect clarity.
“Sǐwáng.”
Lay’s faced drained of all color and he stopped mid-sentence.
“Was that Chinese?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Well, what did he say?”
Lay was reluctant to say, pausing to stare at Luhan intensely before glancing back at Chanyeol.
“He said...death.”
Chanyeol scrunched his nose and looked at Luhan, “That’s really creepy,” He decided, slapping the table quietly. Lay’s eyes hadn’t left the sleeping face of the boy. There was sudden knocking at the door, making the two of them jump in their seats and put a hand to their chest.
“Chanyeol, stand to the side of the door, be ready if I say so.” Chanyeol nodded and got into position. Lay approached the door, and opened it cautiously. A young man with a round face and large eyes stood silently. He was wearing a baker’s uniform, flour in patches all over his body. Everything was still except for his hands. Had it gotten colder since they last were outside?
“Where is he?” The boy’s voice was like steel, and Lay was just a little frightened.
“Who?”
“You know who. What have you done with him?” His voice broke at the end and Lay relaxed, seeing the desperation for the first time in that cold gaze. He opened the door.
“Chanyeol, he’s alright.” The kid walked in and made a beeline to the sleeping form.
“Oh my god. Luhan,” There was still blood on his clothes and the boy’s hand’s fluttered over him, checking for injuries.
“He’s fine,” Lay started, “I fixed him up.” Nevertheless, the boy lifted his shirt to inspect every inch. His skin was clear and pale, as though nothing had happened. He paused, and looked over his shoulder at Lay.
“I’m Xiumin.” The boy relented.
“Lay.”
“Chanyeol.”
Luhan stirred again, screwing his face up as if in pain. Then, there was fear. It spread across his face quickly and then he was hyperventilating. His hands grabbed at everything until they came into contact with Xiumin, and then he stopped.
“What’s happening?” Xiumin cried, holding onto Luhan’s hand. Luhan sucked in a huge breath and sat straight up in bed, eyes flying open. He sat that way unmoving, unseeing.
“I don’t know,” came Lay’s breathless reply.
It seemed to snap Luhan out of his daze and he looked down at his hand that was entwined with Xiumin’s. He looked at Xiumin, eyes filling with tears that spilled over and poured down his cheeks.
“My father is dead.”
The voice that came out of Luhan was not the same Xiumin knew. This voice was fragile and broken. It was raw, and threatened to collapse at any moment. It was so unlike the normal strong and confident Luhan Xiumin was so used to.
“How do you know?”
“I just do, Xiumin,” he took a shaky breath; “I can’t see him. I can see you and them, but I can’t see him.”
“But we are in the same room as you; you can’t see him because he’s not here.” Luhan pulled his hand out of Xiumin’s, covering his face.
“No. No! That’s not what I mean-,” His voice was cut off in sobs, and Xiumin was on the bed cradling him in an instant.
“Chanyeol,” Lay whispered.
“Yeah,” He answered and they left the house.
Kai had left Xiumin on Lay’s doorstep, melting into the shadows before he could notice. Xiumin was one of them, Kai was absolutely sure. Kris had told him this time would come, but he didn’t fully believe him until this moment. He watched the scene play out through the small window. There were four of the twelve standing before him, not even ten feet away, separated by a thin layer of civilization. Luhan was crying, no doubt he knew about his father. Kai winced at the memory. He did not envy Luhan at all, no matter how powerful he was. Kai didn’t think it was worth the consequences.
He nodded to himself and vanished, leaving a trail of dark smoke to dissipate where he last stood.
Lay and Chanyeol found them both passed out in each other’s arms when they came back a few hours later. Lay smiled to himself, glancing at Chanyeol to see the same expression.
“They are really cute like that aren’t they?” Lay chuckled.
“They really are. I wonder who they are though. I’ve never seen these two around before.”
“Yeah,” Lay agreed, “me neither.”
“These kids are going to be trouble, aren’t they?”
Before Lay could respond, Xiumin cracked a lid.
“Not kids,” he muttered, “not cute either.” Luhan sighed pitifully and snuggled closer, causing Xiumin to freeze.
“How is he?” Chanyeol asked delicately, concern settling on his features.
“I don’t know,” Xiumin was whispering, “after a while he sort of just went quiet. Then he fell asleep. I don’t know what to do.”
Lay didn’t know either; death had never been something he knew how to deal with. His face showed his answer and Xiumin sighed.
“You know,” Chanyeol said moving to sit down at the kitchen table, “death is never easy, but seeing it has got to be traumatizing.”
“Good thought, Chanyeol,” Lay said sarcastically.
“No, shut up. Let me finish. Its traumatizing, but we shouldn’t tiptoe around him. I’m sure he’ll hate if we do that.”
“That might be true.”
That night Lay and Chanyeol slept on the floor with makeshift cots scrapped together with pillows and extra blankets.
It was calm, and then it wasn’t. Kai appeared in the middle of the room, instantly reaching out to grab Xiumin.
“What are you-,”
“No time!”
Then, they vanished. The next they appeared, Xiumin was on his knees gasping for breath, Kai standing behind him.
“What-the-hell-was-that?” Xiumin managed through his gasping.
“No time.”
“What do-,”
“No time!”
“What’s going on!” Xiumin threw his hands in the air.
“This is Luhan’s house.”
Silence.
“Oh,” realization dawned on Xiumin’s face, “is he in there?” A nod from Kai sent Xiumin scrambling towards the door. He opened it hastily and rushed in. The first thing he noticed was the blood. The next was Luhan kneeling in it, clutching the lifeless body of his father.
“Luhan?”
No answer.
“Luhan.”
Nothing, no movement.
Xiumin took a step forward. Luhan’s voice hissed out, “He was murdered.”
Xiumin’s blood became ice.
“Who would murder a dying man?” Luhan’s voice had never been so acidic. It grated on Xiumin’s skin, soaking into the bone.
“I am going to kill who did this, Xiumin.” He said it as though it were absolute law.
“Luhan-,”
“I am going to avenge my father Xiumin. You can’t stop me.”
Xiumin said nothing, shocked to his core. Luhan had always been the kindest person he had ever known.
“I-,” Luhan’s voice broke, “I’m going to do it.”
He kept repeating himself until Xiumin felt the pressure in the room drop, making his ears pop. Small things, debris from broken furniture, books, even droplets of blood were being lifted into the air by an unseen force. Xiumin should have been shocked.
“Luhan.”
He walked forward, and knelt in front of him. He took in his friend’s pale face tear-stained face. He took in the strange way Luhan’s normal features had twisted into a mask of hate and grief. Xiumin reached a hand out.
Things began to fly around the room. They smashed into the walls, ceiling, and floor but never Xiumin. Nothing touched him. Luhan was starting to hyperventilate, clutching his father tighter to his chest. His eyes were squeezed tightly, and things were moving faster now.
Luhan screamed. It was feral, raw, and chilled Xiumin to the bone. At the same time, everything was launched away, Xiumin and Luhan the epicenter. Luhan collapsed, energy completely drained. Kai stepped through the door.
“This is worse than I remember,” he said to himself, just barely loud enough for Xiumin to hear.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Will you help me?” Xiumin asked from the floor, supporting Luhan’s weight with one hand.
“Of course,” Kai picked Luhan up like a child, “always.”
Then he vanished.
Xiumin sighed, surprise and shock not even registering on the list of things to feel right now. He looked down at Luhan’s father. His chest seemed to be the source of the blood. Xiumin went to the tiny kitchen, finding a clean towel and bringing it back to the body. He cleaned the old man carefully, making sure no trace of the blood could be found. He searched the wreck of an apartment for clothes and dressed him in clean ones, his small frail body getting lost in the folds. Next, he found a clean sheet and carefully wrapped him in it.
Standing up, he studied his work. He looked peaceful. Xiumin noticed Luhan had his father’s eyes, just as Kai appeared next to him.
“Sorry I took so long, I had to explain.”
“Right,” Xiumin didn’t take his eyes off the body.
“Are you alright?”
“Am I alright?”
“Yeah, it isn’t just Luhan who is hurting.”
No, but it’s mostly him. Xiumin was reminded of his parents, feeling guilty. He should have reacted this way, right? He should have screamed, cried, begged or vowed revenge.
Right?
Instead, Xiumin remembered he was relieved.
“I’m fine.”
Kai gently picked the body up, disappearing and appearing again. Xiumin remembered to hold his breath.
They all helped to clean Luhan of his father’s blood, as he hadn’t woken up yet. Xiumin told them everything after they were done, including the whole moving things with his mind thing. Xiumin let out a bitter chuckle at the look of alarm on Lay and Chanyeol’s faces. There was only one possibility that would explain how quickly Luhan had been healed.
“You’re quick,” Lay said, thoroughly impressed when he told them.
“No, just observant.” He felt he could trust these three, Kai, Lay and Chanyeol. He even showed them what he could do, making a small snow cloud appear over Chanyeol’s head. It was worth it to see the yelp escape the giant’s mouth. He cracked a real smile in what felt like days.
“Your smile is cute,” observed Chanyeol, wiping remnants of snow off his arm.
“Thanks,” muttered Xiumin.
Luhan woke up a few hours later, just long enough for them to perform a small burial ceremony. He fell asleep immediately after, with no words to the other boys.
The rest of them continued talking through the night, Kai sticking close to the corner of the room. His smile was a ghost.
“Kai, you said something earlier.”
“Yes?”
“When we were in Luhan’s apartment, you said, ‘it’s worse than I remember.’ What did you mean by that?” Kai had gotten very still.
“I don’t think I should say. It isn’t the right time.”
This time Chanyeol started, “What does that mean?”
“I-,” Kai shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Just then, Luhan sat up in bed, one hand to his head. He rubbed his face sleepily, and ran a hand through his hair. His face was pale and swollen. He groaned into his hands and leaned back on the wall, facing them. He scowled when he saw them looking at him.
“Don’t stop for me,” he snapped.
“Luhan-,” Xiumin started but a glare from Luhan stopped him mid-sentence, “never mind.”
Kai watched this exchange in silence, something clearly troubling him.
“I’ll be back,” he said, and then he disappeared.
“Huh,” Luhan huffed, “alright.”
It occurred to everyone that Luhan didn’t know about Kai’s power until right then. Xiumin was concerned at his emotionless response. Wasn’t that a symptom of depression?
“I don’t have time to be depressed,” Luhan remarked.
“I didn’t say that out loud Luhan.”
“Really? Oh, ok then,” another gray response.
“Did he just-,” Lay started.
“-Read your mind?” Chanyeol finished.
“Is everybody a mind reader?” Xiumin exclaimed.
Kai appeared again.
“Okay, things are moving a little fast, but I asked and its okay.”
“What’s okay?”
“It’s time to leave.”
“Whoa, whoa. What do you mean it’s time to leave? Leave where?” Lay and Chanyeol nodded in agreement with Xiumin.
Kai huffed, “I can’t tell you that yet!”
“Yet? What are you waiting for?”
Luhan was watching Kai like a cat would a small animal, curious and ready to pounce. He cocked his head to the side and lifted an eyebrow.
“That’s interesting,” He commented, and Kai pleaded with his eyes to keep his mouth shut. Luhan raised his hands, “I won’t say anything,”
The doorknob jiggled and a young boy with a stern face stepped in.
“Why are there so many people here?” He asked eyes wide.
“Sehun!” Kai blurted, and clamped his hands over his mouth.
“How do you know my name?” Kai opened his mouth to reply but was cut off.
“He can’t tell you-,” Chanyeol began.
“-yet,” Lay finished. Luhan rolled his eyes sighing in annoyance. He raised an arm and gestured for Kai to take it, “Let’s go please, I’m done with this.”
Luhan leaving with Kai convinced the others to go as well, even Sehun who only trusted Lay and Chanyeol. Kai had been hesitant to grab Sehun’s hand, opting for a shoulder instead. When they reappeared, everyone was gathered on the front lawn of the largest house any of them had ever seen. All of them except Luhan had their mouths open, gaping at the size and magnificence.
“Kris and Suho are waiting,” Kai said, taking the lead. They all followed, Luhan trailing at the back with Xiumin beside him. His fingers twitched to do something for him. Suddenly Luhan turned to Xiumin, smile painted on his face.
“Xiumin, I’m fine really,” but Xiumin didn’t believe him. His eyes weren’t crinkling as they usually do when he smiles.
“You have your father’s eyes,” He tried. Luhan’s smile was replaced with a blank expression.
“Thank you,” He said in a robotic tone. The group made their way down confusing twists and turns, staying as close as possible on Kai’s heels. They finally approached a set of large oak doors.
“This is the library,” Kai pushed the doors open. They gasped at the large room before them. Three people were standing around a table that was near the back. They looked up when the group filed in. Xiumin looked around, soaking in his surroundings. Every wall except the one opposite the doors were filled with books. That entire wall, floor to ceiling was a window. He saw the large expanse of a perfectly manicured lawn that led into a lush forest. He had no idea where they were.
The room was filled with natural light, and illuminated the boy’s faces that were watching them. They stepped down from the raised platform. One was incredibly tall, taller than the giant Chanyeol. His face was stern as his eyes swept across all of them. The one standing in the middle had an incredibly kind face, his cheeks lifted in a warm smile. The kind of expression that used to rest on Luhan’s face that had been replaced with a scowl. Lastly, Xiumin settled his eyes on a short boy with large eyes and expression like excitement. His eyes were as black as night, and his heart-shaped lips were parted in an almost smile.
“Hello,” the middle one began, “I’m sure you all have questions.”
“Just a few,” Interjected Chanyeol, receiving a smack on the arm from Lay.
“Of course,” he chuckled, “but first, I’m Suho. This is Kris,” he gestured to the blond giant, “and D.O.” The smaller one smiled, his face squishing excitedly.
“Why don’t we all sit down, and I’ll call the others,” Suho nodded and left. There were couches and chairs directly to the left of the door. Luhan chose a single armchair, to Xiumin’s disappointment. Kris and D.O. sat next to each other across from Luhan, and the rest squeezed onto the last couch. It was silent in the room, so they could hear footsteps long before faces appeared in the doorway. A boy with impeccable eyeliner and the brightest smile Luhan had ever seen appeared first.
“Hello again! I’ve missed you all,” His arms were spread as though he were giving them all a friendly hug. Luhan glanced at Kris and D.O. as they face palmed.
“Baekhyun!” Kris hissed.
“And that is my cue to sit,” He pranced over to Luhan, and pulled a stool as close as possible. Luhan narrowed his eyes at the close proximity. The next to appear was a scary looking boy who introduced himself as Tao. Luhan perked up slightly. Chinese? He watched the door expectantly as Suho and a boy named Chen walked through together. Suho must have said something before walking in because Chen was smiling largely at Suho.
“Hello, welcome back,” he greeted cheerfully. Luhan counted 12 in total. Kris stood up as Suho sat down, as though it had been choreographed. Luhan wondered vaguely how long they had known each other.
Luhan had been aware of the new ability that had shown up throughout all of this excitement. Everyone, to him at least, had become a mess of voices, pictures, and feelings. In a room filled with 12 others, it felt like he could snap at any moment. He could feel and hear everything everyone was thinking. It was as if a radio had been left on a white noise station. He focused on the one who was standing in front of them, his deep voice echoing in Luhan’s mind.
Luhan supposed it was an incredible advantage. It was nice to be able to be an entire step ahead of everyone, and that was when he heard Kris as clear as if he was speaking directly into his ear. It was his opportunity.
Luhan laughed sharply, gaining the eyes of everyone in the room. He held them calmly in his hand. He leaned forward slowly, flicking his eyes between everyone. He landed resolutely on Kris. Luhan smirked at the name Kris was calling him in his head.
“This is an interesting,” he drew the word out, “development. Continue then.” Kris glared, and sighed. Suho stared at him with worry on his face. Luhan ignored him. His goal had been reached. He had let everyone know that he was to be feared. Suddenly, Kris’ voice disappeared from the chatter. Luhan kept a straight face, even as surprise clouded his thoughts. Kris sighed again.
“It’s a really long story, but I guess in order to save time,” He laughed, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Eyebrows shot up all over the room and Suho rolled his eyes. Then, Kris began growing taller. Was he getting taller? No, concluded Luhan, he was floating.
“They call me the Dragon,” he said from a foot above the ground. Suho stood up and held an arm out, suddenly the air in the room felt dry. They watched in fascination as his entire right arm was covered in water. It flowed in a circular pattern, perfectly clear. D.O piped up from where he was sitting, “I would show you mine, but I might destroy- well everything. I can control Earth,” His smile was sheepish. Baekyhun bounced to his feet as the others sat down, eager to have everyone’s attention.
He raised his arms, making grabbing motions in the air above his head until they could see the tiniest ball of light sitting in the palm of his hand. It was the size of a marble. He brought his palm in front of his face and raised his other hand.
“Baekyhun don’t-,” Suho started, but was subsequently ignored. He flicked the marble and it shot towards a pillow that was resting innocently next to Sehun. It went straight through, as Sehun let out a squeal. The boy leaned over and gently picked up the decimated pillow. Chanyeol let out a yelp and pointed at couch. It had an identical hole that led straight through to the other side.
“Dammit Baekyhun,” Kris sighed.
They continued after that, Xiumin made it snow, and Sehun created a tiny tornado in the palm of his hand. Chanyeol made his finger a candle. Lay healed Baekyhun’s paper cut, and Chen made everyone (except Luhan) jump a foot at the electric shock he sent to all of them. Tao didn’t use his power, but told them it was time control. Kai didn’t need an explanation.
The last one was Luhan. He frowned at the sudden expectant stares. He raised his fingers slow in a snap formation, smiling quickly, and clicked his fingers. Instantly, everyone but Kris had fallen asleep. Kris looked around quickly at the bodies of his sleeping friends. Luhan looked at him calmly, “You asked me to.”
“What did you do to them?”
Luhan ignored the question, instead focusing on the shred of thought Kris was thinking.
“What do you mean you knew this would happen?”
“Would you stop-,”
“Reading your mind?”
“Yes!” Kris cried in exasperation.
“Then tell me what I want to know.”
“You won’t like it.”
“A lot has happened that I didn’t like,” he paused before spitting out, “lately.”
They stared at each other, Kris shielding his mind successfully from Luhan for at least a moment. He sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking up at Luhan through his fingers.
“Essentially,” a smirk interrupted his sentence, “you could either be the end of the world, or the savior.”
“Oh, is that it?”
“Oh come on Luhan! You need to get over yourself for just five fucking minutes.”
Luhan’s eyes narrowed and he slowly pushed himself up from his seat, holding Kris’ eyes. He stalked like a predator, stride slow and confident, to Kris, stepping over Baekyhun’s motionless body. He placed his hands on either side of Kris’ head, thumbs applying a gentle pressure to his temples. He leaned in until he was inches from Kris’ face.
“I have no intention of killing the world, Kris.” A pause, “There is only one person I want to kill. There is absolutely only one I want to see broken and bleeding by my hands.”
Kris’ mouth opened in shock, and Luhan chose that moment to send his memories into Kris’ mind.
A frail man sat comfortably in a chair reading a novel in a tiny apartment. His eyes crinkled as he smiled at the book. There was a knock, making him look up. He didn’t move, he probably couldn’t. The door opened slowly, and tall man dressed in a familiar fashion calmly stepped into the room. There was no mistaking the sadistic glee in his eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Luhan’s father stammered.
“Do you really need me to answer that?” The man’s voice was smooth, controlling. He moved around the room as though he had been there a thousand times. He pulled Luhan’s father up by his collar, face-to-face with the old man.
“Do you know how long it took for me to find you two?”
“Don’t you dare touch Luhan!”
“Oh,” he smiled mockingly, “and what are you going to do to stop me?”
The old man raised a weak hand, and the books lying on the couch a few feet away floated languidly into the air. They bounced harmlessly off the bigger man. A short, bitter laugh sounded in the silent room.
“Nice try, using your gift against me. Normal for you, huh? Using what you were born with to spite me. Now look at you, a shell,” He shook Luhan’s father roughly, “you disgust me, you pitiful old man. Death may be already coming for you, but you can think of me as an assistant.” He leaned in close, and plunged the knife he had been concealing into his chest in a swift, practiced motion.
“I’m just taking some of his workload,” He laughed cruelly and threw the dying man to the floor, stepping over him towards the door.
“Now, if I remember correctly, Luhan works with that bakery boy today…,” He let his sentence trail on as he stepped through the door, slamming it shut with a final crack.
Luhan’s father gurgled on the floor, “Luhan…,” his last words bubbling and dying on his lips.
When he came to, Luhan still had his hands on his temples, but had apparently fallen to his knees during the exchange. Tears were pouring from his open eyes as he stared at Kris expressionless. He slowly removed his hands, watching Kris for a reaction.
Kris had not lived an easy life, and therefore been unable to escape seeing terrible things in the past. The universe he came from was incredibly different from this one. Murder and death were just another ware sold on the streets of the big city. This, however, was easily the worst thing he had ever seen. The cruelty. The finality. Luhan’s large eyes watched him, and Kris was surprised to see a childish need for acceptance.
“Luhan,” He choked on his words, “I’ll help you anyway I can.”
As long as it doesn’t interfere with the mission. He finished in his head. He knew Luhan had heard him. Luhan squeezed his eyes shut and launched himself into Kris’ arms.
“Xie Xie,” He said in Chinese. Luhan stood up and wordlessly wiped the tears from his face. He sat back down in his chair, and snapped his fingers again. They all rose as if in a trance to their previous positions and opened their eyes. They were staring, unknowingly waiting for Luhan to share his power.
“Show us already!” Baekyhun cried. Luhan laughed bitterly and waved his hand dismissively. Every book in the library levitated from its position and was replaced just as quickly. Luhan didn’t look for their reactions, as he stared into the distance, head in his hand. He looked bored. Kris knew it was a lie.
“Cool,” Sehun snorted, “you make books float.”
“Yes, that’s all I do,” Luhan agreed sarcastically, “but its only books. I can’t do anything else.” Sehun stared at his face, seeming to believe him.
“Luhan,” Xiumin said, “was that sarcasm I just heard?”
Luhan for some reason felt much better than he had in what felt like years. His face broke out into a real smile, “of course, is there any other way?” He sensed that everyone was pleased when he smiled. He should do it for them more often.
I havent been keeping up with im sorry, and i binge read it in like ((October)) and i have no idea what chapter i left on xD i remember it was the chapter where they were in Lynns room and she got mad or something....?
The only chapter with a significant scene in Lynn’s room, that I can think of off the top of my head, is chapter eleven after she was attacked by Sasaengs. It wasn’t exactly her being mad at anyone other than herself. However, that was posted back in July which doesn’t really fit to when you were reading.
If you last read in October, I would check around chapter nineteen-ish and see if that might have been where you left off? It was posted in September. Otherwise, I don’t know. >_<
Do you know the song 'Oh My God Thanks' by MADTOWN? Because I totally sang this in my head when I saw that new chapter 😂 It was amazing, thank you so much for posting those, they give me life <3 Ugh, I already can't wait for next chapter :'D
I haven't actually listened to MADTOWN yet. I have been so busy with stuff here I haven’t really had time to look into new groups. >_<
I am glad you like the story though and so happy you sent in this message! It’s very encouraging. I promise to write more as soon as my stomach stops hurting. Thank for for the compliments. <3
Hi!~ I just read all 23 chapters of your Luhan fanfiction and wanted to say I REALLY LOVED IT! When will chapter 24 be out?
I have been really busy with the holiday to where I have a hard time sticking to my schedule for just fake texts and reacts. I think until the season blows over I might not be able to post more, which sucks because in my writing I have about two chapters left. >_<
Thank you so much for reading it. I am glad you loved it. <3
I was just about to call it a night, until something inside me told me to check tumblr one last time before going to sleep and I'm very glad I did because you updated! I screamed at the finale of the chapter and how stubborn camilla is aaaah!! Just... my head, honestly. As always, I cannot wait for you to update again (take your time though and stay healthy okay?) and great job! I loved it! -your #1 fan again ayeee
I am glad you liked the update. This is so encouraging to see. Thank you so much for taking the time to read. >_<
The first time I stumbled upon your blog and read through the posts you had made at that time, your Luhan fanfiction caught my interest immediately. Not necessarily because Luhan was involved, but more so of the plot of the story in general. I found it intriguing, but stopped myself from reading it because it wasn't finished. So during these past months, whenever you updated, I would swiftly scroll though it to rid the temptation of reading it. (pt 1)
However, yesterday I was quite bored, since I didn't have anything to do, and none of the blogs I currently followed (including you, of course) hadn't updated. So, naturally, I found myself looking through old updates from the blog, and when reaching yours, I once again stumbled upon the Luhan fic and, being succumbed with curiosity and temptation, decided to finally read the first chapter. (pt2)
I told myself I was going to read the first chapter, and if it wasn't enough to satisfy my curiosity, I would go so far as to even read chapter two. Unfortunately, that is not at all what happened and I just want to tell you that I hate you and myself so much right now. I don't really hate you; I love both your writing and your story so much and please take your time updating your requests and the story. (pt3)
I just hate you cause of the suspense and so many unanswered question I'm dying to know, you know? IS JAE LAY'S SOULMATE? is it really just one-sided? WILL CAMILLA MAKE UP HER MIND AND FREAKING CHOOSE CHEN OR KRIS (secretly ships her with kris though)?! WHAT'S THE FINAL WORDS ENGRAVED IN LUHAN'S OTHER ARM?! WHAT DOES IT SAY? So many unanswered questions, you know? But yeah, sorry for this long message. I love you and you deserve so much more praise for that story! -With love ur #1 fan (final pt
You have no idea how motivating this is. And I am glad you’re asking all these questions because mwahahahaha >_>. But I refuse to answer them cause I am evil and want you to keep reading.
On that note I promise to finish my story. Just lately I was hit with some writer's block and so un motivated. I haven’t written much of anything lately. But don’t worry, I am feeling some of that lifting.
I hope you continue to like the story. I promise to update soon!
