Luhan slowly turned the page, his eyes dragging alongside the words on the page. Piles of books surrounded him on his bed, some that he finished, others half done because he had lost interest.
Luhan sighed for the forth time in two minutes and gently closed the current book he was trying to read. He set it aside, bringing his legs closer to his body.
He was trying to read but his eyes just glazed over the words on the page while his thoughts were somewhere else. He hadn't the slightest clue what the last couple chapters were about.
Luhan was sitting in his canopy bed, the curtains drawn around him, giving him privacy. His grandfather was downstairs, most likely in his big armchair. He would be flipping through a newspaper, ruffling it every once in a while as he turned the flimsy paper.
Luhan blinked when he heard the faint rumble of a car pulling up into the driveway. He strained his ears, listening as the doors shut. The pathway up to the main door was made up of gravel so Luhan could hear the footsteps.
He slowly made his way out of bed, knowing that if grandfather had guests, Luhan would be expected of to take care of them. Like get them water, coffee and tend to their needs. It was so Luhan could learn good manners and hospitality, now it's just a habit.
He looked at himself in the mirror, cringing when he saw a pair of bloodshot eyes looking back at him. His eye bags were deeper than he had remembered. Was his skin always that dull?
The guests must have rung the doorbell because the sound echoed around the large house. Luhan waited until he was called downstairs. He could hear faint mumbling but the house was too big, his room too far away, to understand what they were saying.
Luhan only had to wait another minute before he heard knocking on his door. Luhan stared at his reflection, smoothing down his messy hair before opening the door.
A maid bowed lowly as soon as Luhan swung the door open, "Your grandfather requests you to come downstairs. The guests....they say they are here for you."
Luhan's heart jumped to his throat, could it be?
He shook his head, no. He mustn't think like this. A week and a half went by already. He was stronger than this. He would not succumb to his fantasies.
Luhan bowed to the maid and made his way downstairs. He felt oddly nervous. With each step he descended, his heart beat faster. Then he heard it. That familiar voice.
That wonderful, silky voice. The one that had whispered so many promises to him, so many jokes and so many teases. Luhan sped up.
He heard another voice, deeper, more cheerful. A joyous sound to Luhan's ears as he heard multiple laughed.
Luhan's eyes began to prick with tears.
There was no way....
Luhan raced down the stairs, almost sliding a couple times in his slippers. He turned the corner desperately, running towards the main living room.
He burst through the doorway, his chest heaving.
A familiar smile greeted him.
Actually, four familiar smiles.
"Luhan..."
The black haired male barely got out a whisper before Luhan launched himself at him. The pink haired male didn't care how insane he looked. He just sobbed into those familiar arms. The arms that he had been craving for so badly.
"Shh....it's okay, I'm here." Sehun cooed as he gently rubbed Luhan's back. The smaller male had his face buried in the crook of Sehun's neck and his legs wrapped tightly around his lithe waist.
Sehun could feel Luhan's lips ghosting over his skin, mouthing two words over and over again.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
