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- Between past and present-

The bitter smell of hot coffee roused him from a deep and peaceful sleep from which he didn’t want to wake up. He inhaled and exhaled deeply once. Twice . Three times . He  wished that the dream he had could continue, but he knew that once awakened, there wasn’t even a minimum chance.  The boy put his hand to his head and began to slowly massage it again; the pain persisted for several days already. At some moment, he lost track of time, being absorbed by the not-so-nice  intolerable smell, he grabbed his phone overlooking the nightstand. Slowly, he tried to open his eyes, ignoring the bright light that blinded him through the blinds wide open, and then, pressing the phone’s key, the first thing that would bring him joy in the early morning was his background picture. Picture in which the boy was embraced by his dearest person. The person who brought him a purpose in life. The person who’s words have changed him, led him to look forward, taught him so much, but most of all, taught him what is love.

He got up from the bed tired, more tired than last night when he was going to sleep, and then he hurried across the room, avoiding any little things , preventing to fall and injure himself, although he hit some furnitures a couple of times...Everytime mumbling „! It hurts!”

„Good morning, sunshine !”, he heard his deep and joyful voice from the kitchen. After a moment, he listened absorbed how he sipped in an elegant way from his cup of coffee which he would prepare every single morning. Moving quickly through the other rooms, he leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, again focusing on the other person’s steps on the floor, glasses hitting each other or  the bottle of milk that was so damn hard to close.

The boy startled at the sight of the redheaded wearing only a pair of boxers , but a cuddly giggle escaped from his mouth, among a few drops of crystal water. He was crying. Or at least he tried to be reserved.

„Don’t cry, Xia Lu...” , the redheaded boy said, approaching him and hugging him tight in his arms, kissing him on the forehead, then down to his nose and finally on his lips.

Xia Lu showed no trace of happiness or sadness. He stood motionless...petrified, staring into space. He couldn’t even have control of his own body and even if his legs were still resisting heroically because of the pressure of his tears, they didn’t abandoned him. Involuntarily, the boy blinked a few times, then shook his head.

„Luhan ? Why are you crying, hyung ? ”, Sehun asked, the redheaded showing an expressiong of concern.

„I had a dream...A nice one...” , Luhan replied with a trembling voice, then he looked down at his hands ...involuntarily floating in the air.

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„Hyung!” Sehun shouted at the boy who was teasing him constantly . „ Hyung !Stop being so stupborn! Answer me, you promised ! „

Sehun. A boy who just finished his years in highschool . Arrogant . Jerk . Naughty . But above all, intelligent and loving only to who he wanted it. He was known as a very  tall boy with eyes the color of hot chocolate on a cold winter day and a neutral expression that would have a mysterious touch , it intrigued everyone at first glance. A boy who does not follow the rules in any way possible. A boy who ignored the airs and graces of girls who sorrounded him, a boy who talked rude to anyone, except one single person. The person who was able to turn him from a stubborn beast into a playful and well behaved puppy. A person who unconsciously taught him to love and be loved. A person which Sehun respected the most and with the only one that he would use the formal speaking, feeling ashamed around him.  Xia Lu . Or Luhan, calling him this way when he was caressing him... But most often... Hyung.

„I never promised you anything, Sehun-ah!” , the blonde replied with a trace of a lie in his voice.

„ You’re lying! Hyuunngg!” , Sehun complained again, clinging to Luhan’s arm.

„Damn..Fine...You can move into my apartment ONLY IF...” but he couldn’t continue anymore, his lips being captured in a passional kiss which he wished it would last forever and ever. Those kisses with Sehun that would conveyed shivers through his whole body, that would awaken his imagination to life and lead him to soften immediately without noticing . Those kisses that would sent him far away from home, to a place where only he could get Sehun . A place just for the two of them.

„From now on, I promise you we’ll have lots of adventures! And sleepless nights ! And a party in two, if you know what I mean, hyung...” , he said, blinking in a ert way. „And...”

But a fleeting kiss interrupted him, causing his pupils to dilate when seeing Luhan’s smile. A smile that would bring the sun in a stormy day and would bring his deep burried  feelings out of his soul...

„Hyung...I promise you unforgettable moments. I promise you my heart. I promise you my love and ... and last but not least... I promise you my life .”

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The annoying sound of his phone’s ringtone brought him back to reality. He hit his head slightly, then he left the kitchen, rushing to their room where, among pillows and blankets, his phone was.

“Yoboseyo? ” , he answerd, breathing hard while rubbing his injured knee, again he got hurt by the furniture... But it was too late . The call finished already.

Uninterested, the boy threw away his phone again in his bed, and wanting to get up, he heard the curious  voice of his boyfriend behind him.

“Who was it?”

“ I don’t know ... I don’t care...”, he replied but unconsciously, because of his boyfriend gaze, he was forced to check his phone.

“Kris...I wonder what happened ? Why did he called me at this hour ? “ , Luhan answerd at the non-question of Sehun, who was stalking him from behind.

“Call him, hyung... Maybe it’s something important...Maybe it’s a matter of life and death” , Sehun said , amused , displaying a seductive smile that forced him unconsciously again to do what he is told.

Luhan, a little annoyed, picked up the phone from his bed, but, searching through his contacts he noticed that Sehun’s number was missing. Strange, he said to himself, but he decided to ignore it for the moment and call Kris. For some reason, he felt that his body became tense, suddenly feeling scared, rather anxious. Luhan felt how his breathing slowed, as if he wished complete silence once Kris would answer the phone.

„Xia Lu...Are you okay ?” , Kris asked as soon as he answered the phone; His voice was carrying a trace of fear and sadness.

„Yes..I think..Why? Is there something wrong ?” , Luhan asked curiously, glancing at Sehun’s eyes, absorbed by his alluring smell that flooded the entire room, especially his body.

“Not again, Xia Lu... Not again...” , Kris replied terrified...

......TO BE CONTINUED.....