Yixing’s polite smile morphs into a slight frown. “Do you have the wrong person? I wasn’t here yesterday. I was watching Lu Han’s crew practise and then I was at home packing our bags for today’s trip, right, Lulu?”
“Right,” Lu Han says weakly. “Right, yeah, hey, Kris, can we—”
“—but you were here,” Kris blurts out. He feels a stabbing jolt in his chest. Something was really strange. “I—you walked in and you said happy birthday to him and then we talked and you said that you’d show me around today…don’t you remember?”
“Excuse me.” Lu Han walks out from behind the counter and grabs Kris by the arm. Yixing’s still standing there, looking positively lost. “Yixing, stay here for a moment, don’t move—Kris, can we have a chat?”
(always) like the first time; © halcyondusk
“i dream of flying, wouldn’t that be cool?”
“i’m so gonna save the world from aliens at least once.”
“wouldn’t you like to run away from home once? that thrill, that freedom! imagine how nice it’d feel.”
luhan would say at least one different dream every day. sehun would always nod halfheartedly and hum in response. it was honestly tiring to hear such things everyday but sehun’s starting to miss listening about luhan’s dreams, no matter how ridiculous they had sounded. he’s starting to miss how luhan looks at him with twinkling eyes, fingers poking his sides that somehow always ends up being laced with his and that same thought that pops into his mind every time: “luhan is a dreamer.”
indeed, luhan used to be a dreamer and sadly, that was the problem.
he used to be.