你蛋疼不 - Chapter 3

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Title: 你蛋疼不
Authors: atmest and daeseol
Genre: Crack, Romance, Fluff, AU

Focus Pairings: Sehun/Luhan, Suho/D.O.
Side Pairings: Baekhyun/Chanyeol, Kris/Tao, Chen/Xiumin
Chapter Focus: Sehun/Luhan
Rating: PG-13
Summary: EXO in an alternative reality wherein they are students in the Philippines and they all go to the Big 4.
Note: Will update glossary maybe tomorrow lol too lazy to add stuff. Anyway, we promise Chen and Xiumin will debut next chapter!


( previous chapter )

Isang gabi, our characters are having a victory dinner at Shakey's, occupying a huge round table at the far end of the place. Lu Han is debating with himself internally if he should sit on Zitao's left, which by extension will make him sit next to Sehun, or squeeze himself between his best friend and his boyfriend. Chanyeol is already seated next to Baekhyun, mumbling things to each other's ears and giggling like they're the only couple present. Before Lu Han has the chance to whisper malandi bitterly under his breath, he hears his name being called over.

"Lu Han," Sehun calls him, mouth stretched into a lazy smile as he pulls out the chair in between him and Zitao, "dito ka na, oh. Tabi na tayo."

Luhan feels his legs become wobbly as they lead him to the empty space next to Sehun. He ignores the way Zitao wiggles his eyebrows very suggestively at Lu Han, eyes darting between him and Sehun. He takes the seat, and nearly goes into a coughing fit when Zitao pushes his chair closer towards 12 OH.

When the waiter arrives and hands them the menu, he only gives them five. Zitao notices and he immediately grabs everything, taking two for him and Yifan, another two for Chanyeol and Baekhyun, and gives the last one to Lu Han.

"Oops!" Tao says, obviously teasing. "Go share nalang," and he gives Lu Han an amused smile before adding, "Interuniversity unity."

Luhan freezes when Sehun leans closer and asks, "So what do you want to eat?" Their shoulders nearly brush against each other as Sehun pushes the menu to rest in between them. He tries his very best to not say "Maybe you? If you don't mind," but he does not want to scare the gwapo Lasallian basketbolista off. They'll get to it naman in the near future. Hopefully. The eating-each-other part. Yes.

"Uhm let's have mojos. Lots," Lu Han suggests, lips pulling to a shy smile. He hears Zitao snort from beside him, clearly expecting Lu Han's choice of meal. What he didn't expect, though, is Sehun's hum of approval, followed by a, "Sure! God, do I love mojos." Three points shoot pasok sa heart basket ni Lu Han.

"I love you-joke-mojos, too," Lu Han comments, hoping Sehun didn't catch his slip up. He hears him chuckle though, so he quickly turns the page and chooses a dessert.

"You won't order any pasta?" Sehun asks him, watching Lu Han perusing the list of desserts and drinks. Then the image of them sharing a plate of pasta, twirling their forks on separate sides of the plate and eating, then realising later on that they're slurping on the same strand of pasta, Lady and the Tramp style.

Putangina please! Lu Han pleads to the Heavens.

"Maybe we can have this Baked Italian Sausage Penne. It looks tasty," Sehun suggests, flipping the pages of the menu to the pasta section. The scenario Lu Han has perfectly planned in his mind shatters as he takes in the incarnation of pasta the meal is made of.

"CARBONARA!" Lu Han exclaims, his voice rising to tenfolds of decibels that it sends Sehun to a funny jolt while the other four momentarily stop from choosing their food, looking up at the surprised Atenean. "S-sorry," he quickly says, "It's because it's... creamy white. Carbonara is creamy white. My favourite colour is white. I just like... creamy white."

Lu Han does not realize what his words could connote as Tao raises his brows in alarm while Chanyeol and Baekhyun give him amused looks.

"Creamy white," Sehun hums and smiles. "Well, that's adorable." He flips the menu back to the drinks and desserts page, and adds, "I like the colour white, too. Let's have the carbonara then. Any dessert?"

"Sundae," Lu Han blurts out. He loves ice cream and his suggestion is impulsive because naman who does not want something white, creamy, sweet as it melts in your mouth, its syrup slowly trickling down your throat.

Sehun blinks and then looks back at the menu. He reads, "A scoop of vanilla ice cream drizzled with your choice of chocolate or strawberry syrup," and nods. Lu Han watches as Sehun recites the description, eyes glued to the movement of the athlete's lips, attentive ears waiting to hear the words "cream", "drizzled", and "syrup". And he wants to cry because the sexiness that oozes when he says those words, the way he enunciates his r's and hisses his s's.

"Share lang kayo sa isa?" Chanyeol asks, interrupting Lu Han's train of thought. He sees the fellow Atenean pointing at a picture on the menu, a waitress by his side, waiting for their orders. Lu Han wants to reply, "Yes, tapos no baso, sa chest nalang ni Sehun" pero that's inappropriate. Maybe some other time. And maybe some other kind of "cream" on Sehun's chest as well.

Chanyeol recites everyone's preferences as the waitress jots them down, reviewing it before leaving them.

"So!" Zitao begins, clapping his hands twice to get everyone's attention, which he succesfully achieves. "So why don't we make pakilala muna to each other in a... well, better way? Ok lang? Ok? Sige, I'll start!" He squirms in his seat for a while, trying to find a comfortable position before continuing, "So hi, I'm Zitao, but I think it's easier to call me Tao. I'm a second year AB Humanities in Ateneo. I really like shopping and galaing. Especially out-of-town trips, like sa beach or overseas. Ok, babe, you next."

Yifan clears his throat and begins. "I'm Wu Yifan. I'm Zitao's boyfriend-"

"Sexy gwapo boyfriend, to be exact," Zitao interrupts, a tinge of pink staining his cheeks as he shyly turns his eyes away, giddily sliding his hands and intertwining them with Yifan's. Yifan smiles, pinching Zitao's cheeks. A part of Lu Han tells him he needs to projectilely puke his lunch out at his best friend but Sehun is next to him so he gives thanks he is still rational enough to make sound life decisions.

"Anyway," Yifan continues. "I'm a second year, majoring in Computer Engineering and... yeah. I'm Green Archers' basketball team captain."

"He shoots well," Zitao proudly says. Lu Han gives him an alarmed look and Zitao wiggles his brows. "You know... stuff. Okay next! Chanyeol?"

"Hi guys," he begins, voice whole and deep that Lu Han feels like he really is drowning in his tenor. "I am Chanyeol and I am also a basketball varsity player. Ateneo. Uhm, I take up AB History and I am," he charmingly looks to his side and smiles "Baekhyun's lover forever and ever," Baekhyun blushes and cutely squirms on his place, gently slapping Chanyeol's arms, too gently that it actually looks like he caressed him.

"Your turn, hon," Chanyeol mumbles. Lu Han wants to cry because he is surrounded by two excessively mushy pairs. What makes it more awkward is the fact that he is single, and has intense feelings for the very gwapo chinito number 12, who goes by the name of Oh Sehun and apparently is single, too.

Or maybe not.

He internally gasps, hearing his heart not so silently break when it dawns on him the possibility of... Sehun... having... a... girlfriend. Or him... being... straight.

Tangina beks.

"Puta no!" Lu Han exclaims suddenly, his hands coming to grasp at the edge of the table. The boys suddenly turn to look at him, surprised at his outburst. Baekhyun, who is all set for his introduction, gives him a sad (but cute) expression, pouting at him like he is extremely offended by Lu Han's obscene shout.

"S-sorry," Lu Han says, cheeks red in extreme embarrassment. "It was unintentional. Don't worry Baekhyun it has nothing to do with your introduction," he continues in an assuring tone. He waves at Baekhyun, a sign that he should start, and sinks back into his seat. He can feel Zitao's eyes on him, quietly judging him maybe, but that's the least of Lu Han's problems. His head is filled with so many questions.

Paano kung straight si Sehun paano kung may girlfriend siya paano kung bi siya tapos paano if he ligaws sa kanya and asks him to be the other man oh my god paan--

His train of questions get interrupted when he feels a big, warm hand encase his own that's still curled into the table edge.

PAANO MAG-REACT PUTA HIS HAND HIS H A N D

"Hey, you alright?" he hears Sehun ask from next to him, his voice dropped to a whisper. The voice sends a wonderful shiver down his spine and he wiggles, like he is naiihi. But this kilig is way better than the kilig feels he gets after a good ihi.

His puso is dead na.

He nods quickly. "I'm okay! Yes! I am. Okay," he answers reflexively because he is still feeling the warmth of Sehun's palm on his hand and oh god he thinks the back of his hand is starting to burn. Then his own palms become sweaty. Puta. He becomes ultra conscious because he heard from his friends, particularly from Zitao, that those who have pasmado hands are those who are mahilig to have solo sessions.

Lu Han does not notice that Baekhyun has already started with his introduction. He barely hears anything because how can he give a damn about Baekhyun when Sehun's hand makes him want for a jugjug session na all the way ugh. He attempts to get out of his fantasies so that he can at least give Baekhyun his deserved attention but when he finally succeeds, it's already over. A pang of guilt bites his chest.

"Are you sure?" Sehun asks, slightly squeezing his hand again and Jesus, Allah, Buddha, promise if this turns into something more he'll make all his yayas visit churches, mosques, lahat na and everything.

Lu Han nods and smiles at Sehun, looking at his perfect nose, perfect eyes, perfect jawline, perfect everything which could be more perfect if Sehun were gay and on his bed and-

"Lu Han, samahan mo ako sa washroom," a quick but rough grasp of his wrist pulls him off his seat and drags him.

"Z-Zitao! Ouch!" Lu Han whines, trying to wiggle the vice grip his best friend has on his wrist. "What did I say about keeping that violent side at bay. Taozi, it's really masakit!"

Zitao ignores Lu Han and effectively drags him, shoving him to the cramped washroom and locks the door as soon as both of them are inside. Lu Han's eyes widen, extremely bothered and alarmed by his best friend's actions. Before whatever his mind is thinking happens, he quickly raises his hands, all set to push Zitao away.

"H-huwag Zitao. Please. Sisigaw ako na sinisilipan mo ako!"

Lu Han warns, backing off until he hits the cold tiled walls.

"Ang kapal ng fes mo!" Zitao exclaims, slapping Lu Han's arm. It's mas masakit than his earlier grasp on his wrist, and he is this close to sumbonging him to Tito Huang the next time they meet. "Hoy sa thirteen years na magkaibigan tayo, I never liked you naked okay. And I don't even like the shape of your dick for the love of Christ. Only Yifan's interests me."

Lu Han is not sure how to properly react to that. He laughs but he is slightly offended. It's an insult to his ego and his brain fastforwards to his fantasies of gay Sehun on his bed.

Pero shet. What if he also does not like the shape of my-

"Lu Han!" Zitao yells, snapping him out of his reverie. "Ano ba, I'm trying to talk here tapos you're spacing out. You don't do that to me."

"S-sorry," Lu Han says as he calms down. "Then why did you drag me here kasi! Of all places naman, sa washroom pa," and he snorts. He eyes the toilet, and brings down the cover. He sits down on the edge of it (kasi ew what if it has germs), and looks up at Tao expectantly.

"Sshh, wag ka maingay," Tao hushes him. "What's wrong with you? You just 'puta'-ed us earlier. Did Sehun let you touch his-"

"Huang Zitao, huwag please!" Lu Han interrupts, covering his ears with his palms.

"Charot mo, gusto mo namang mangyari yun," Tao teases, a side of his lips pulling to an amused smirk. "Ano, did he ba talaga? How did it feel?"

"Shut up, Zitao. He just held my hand, okay," Lu Han says defensively. He omits the what-if-Sehun-is-straight-and-or-he-has-a-girlfriend doubts and for the second time he not so silently hears his heart shatter to pieces. He sighs.

"What was that for?" Tao notices the sudden change of Lu Han's facial expression, his lower lip slowly pushed to a pout. "You have a problem, no?"

Lu Han closes his eyes, emotionally preparing himself to vent out his frustrations to his best friend. He opens his mouth, inhaling, then he holds his breath for a second then breathes out.

"WHATIFSEHUNISSTRAIGHTATHINDISIYAGAYWHATIFHEACTUALLYISFREAKINGOUTBECAUSEIAMOBVIOUSTHATILIKEHIMWHATIFHEHASAGIRLFRIENDHUANGZITAOIDONOTKNOWWHATTODO"

He pauses for air. Zitao takes a step back.

"ZITAOITHINKIAMSOINLOVEWITHOHSEHUNIWANTOGETINHISPANTS!"

Tao's eyes widen in alarm and at that point he places his hands over Lu Han's mouth. "Puta Lu Han!"

"I'm not a puta," Lu Han sobs behind Tao's hands, "I just really really really want 12 OH gwapo chinito Sehun. As in seryoso to God. Swear on yaya's life. And you know how much I value yaya's life kasi she keeps me alive."

"Don't swear on your yaya's life! You'll die," Tao says. "Alam ko na. Swear on Sehun's dick nalang. Kasi you're planning to own it naman e so why not."

"Okay. I swear on Sehun's dick," Lu Han nods and he pinky-promises his own hands. "So, Zitao," he sighs. "What do I do?"

Tao laughs. "He held your hand diba?"

Lu Han nods.

"Well this is escalating far too quickly for our liking but I really think he likes you, too!" Tao conclusively says with conviction. "Come on, go for the gold! Dick, I mean."

"But-"

"No buts. Only butts," Tao corrects, waving a finger in the air, "And your boylet, mukhang has a nice pwet. When you get around to touching it, do not forget to kwento me how it feels like."

Lu Han feels a rush of blood to his face (and, probably, somewhere down there as well). "Stop it!" He gently punches Tao on his arms.

"Are you sure he'll like me back, ba?" Lu Han asks, still not convinced.

Tao hisses. "Ano ba, Lu Han. I'm pretty sure he'd even fuck you back."

"Pero he won't like me back just because I'm a good fuck, diba? Sabi ni yaya, that's bad daw."

"Sabi din ni yaya bad lumandi. Bad ba talaga?" Tao challenges.

Lu Han tries to remember the good old times when he was still innocent and pure and his yaya would always remind him that malalandis get pregnant daw at an early age. As he reminisces, he finally realizes he cannot be pregnant oh my god how stupid.

"Hindi naman," Lu Han says and his tone rises to uncertainty. "Siguro?"

"Good lord, Lu Han. Don't make it difficult for your heart," Tao says, resting a hand on his best friend's shoulder. "If you love him, gora! Don't make pigil of your feelings."

Lu Han nods.

"If you touch him, unahin mo sa thigh. Himas lang muna. They like it."

Lu Han nods again.

"And if he starts showing you the D, give a name to it na rin," Tao continues, wiggling his eyebrows. Lu Han shoots him wide eyes, half-amused half-scandalized.

"Do you seriously-"

"I call Yifan's 'Canon' because point and shoot," Tao explains simply and straightforwardly like it's a very normal thing to say. "Sehun looks like he's blessed in that department. Maybe pwede na yung 'Jackhammer', what do you think?"

Lu Han cringes, or pretends to cringe because he actually keeps Tao's words of wisdom in his head, ignoring the fact that everything actually sounds so wrong. Besides, his best friend is more experienced than him so he could be right.

Sehun-ah, i-jackhammer mo ako.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

"Now go back to Sehun because I need to wee-wee na," Tao says, shooing Lu Han away and gently pushing him out of the washroom. "And tell my choopachoopie sugarplummie baby that I'll be back. Thank you!" and he gives Lu Han one final push and slams the door shut.

Lu Han's face squinches at the horrible terms of affection but he refuses to pay more attention to it, totally ignoring it when he sees Sehun waving his hand at him, tapping the empty seat next to him. Tangina, namiss niya agad ako. Fucking kilig. Sehun-induced kilig is sobrang better than wee-wee induced kilig. For sure.

The table is now adorned with food and the sweet and savory smell of everything sends them to an almost unbearable state of hunger. When Tao comes back, Yifan whines about how long his boyfriend had to spend time in the washroom.

"You didn't jerk yourself off without me, did you?" Yifan asks, pulling Tao by the hand to sit next to him.

Tao stiffens. "No, babe. If I do that, I'd let you do it for me," and he kisses Yifan on the forehead. Lu Han shoots them scandalized looks, side-eyeing Sehun, checking if the Lasallian shows any expresson of being morally offended at the conversation. But the athlete seems to hear nothing, silently mixing a platter of carbonara.

"Hey, Lu Han," Sehun says. "Give me your plate."

Lu Han obediently picks his plate and tries his best to ignore the couple in front of them. Finally he realizes Yifan and Zitao are really meant for each other. He, however, is somehow thankful that Baekhyun and Chanyeol are having the right amount of chummy interactions. Not too painful to see, except for the constant twitching of Chanyeol's eye.

"Th-thank you," Lu Han shyly mumbles after Sehun generously fills Lu Han's plate with white pasta and cream. He twirls the fork so that an ample amount of pasta coils around the metal before putting it in his mouth.

"Mmm! Ang yummy!" Lu Han says, mouth full after slurping. He looks at the athlete beside him only to see him looking back. The Lasallian chuckles.

"You're adorable," Sehun says. Lu Han blushes, the tinge of pink spreading all over his face to a darker shade of red. That is the second time he called Lu Han adorable and the Atenista is getting kilig to the bone marrow.

When Sehun takes the first taste of carbonara to his mouth, Lu Han makes sure he does not miss it. Those soft pink lips opening slowly to take a small white curl of pasta, a piece of his tongue slipping out as it touches the cream. Soon everything is in his mouth. His jaw looks perfect as he chews on the food, the movement of the bones emphasizing the wonderfully chiseled sides of his face. Lu Han bites on his lips.

Hnf. Shit. Subo pa.

Sehun takes another fork-full of carbonara and the side of his lips is stained with white sauce.

Oh my putang puti.

Lu Han takes his own table napkin and his hand subconsciously reaches for Sehun's face. The athlete freezes in his seat, and Lu Han continues to wipe the cream off the side of his lips, not noticing the shocked faces of everyone witnessing the scene.

Sehun blinks and he drops his fork on his plate.

Lu Han gasps and he quickly retracts his hands, hiding it under the table.

"I am-N-no. I... am s-sorry," Lu Han begins to feel shaky and bad and guilty and just fucking Lu Han you are so obvious wala na you ruined everything go to hell and make sunog of your beautiful face na tangina.

"YIKEE!"

Lu Han remembers the two couples with them when they suddenly explode in kilig cheers and wolf whistles.

"Oh my god Lu Han, I never knew you had the courage to actually make da moves!" Baekhyun comments, his cheeks flushing red. Chanyeol nods in agreement.

Lu Han looks at his best friend Zitao. He is smirking, that particular smirk he usually gives when somebody has done A+. He gently kicks Lu Han under the table.

Good job, beks, he mouths.

Sehun bows his head and Lu Han panics inside. His head has become so fuzzy and his heart is breaking into pieces.

Then Sehun lifts his head and his eyes are smiling (Goddamn beks, how do you ngiti with your eyes), and he's laughing with his mouth open, showing his canines and

"Don't worry," Sehun retorts, eyes gleaming, "I'll be the one making da moves next time." He throws an arm around the back of Lu Han's chair, and nudges Lu Han's side with his own.

CORRECTION: KILIG TO THE BONE MARROW AND OSSIFICATION CENTRES NA.

"Push natin yan!" Yifan hollers, waving a large hand in air as Chanyeol hoots.

The extreme happiness Lu Han feels is just so overwhelming that he has to clench his fist so tight, fighting the urge to just kiss Sehun and slide his tongue inside his mouth and whisper "Sehun, i-Dawn Zulueta mo ako," when they break the kiss for air.

Lu Han feels Sehun's hand rest atop his shoulder, and he squeezes it lightly, sending the Atenean back to earth. The first thing he sees is Zitao taking a bottle out of his cheetah print man bag.

"Well guys I have a bottle of wine here, actually I have two because I'm thinking of having a..." Tao trails off.

"Too much information Zitao!" Lu Han exclaims.

Tao snorts. "Good Lord Lu Han. Fine. So as I was saying, maybe we can have a toast? Because my babe's team," Tao emphasizes, batting his eyelashes when he turns to his side and gives his boyfriend landi looks. Lu Han is pretty sure he sees Yifan touch Zitao's bum, not entirely sure if to acknowledge the special mention. "gave a very good game today. If only there wasn't an epal pole in the way, he would've won, pero! Babe is still magaling." He finishes his toast with a dazzling smile.

He hears Chanyeol snort and mumble "Shouldn't this be about us because our school won?" Lu Han laughs. Here goes the rivalry. But Baekhyun holds his lover's hands in his own, and it calms the rage in Chanyeol's heart. Charot.

"Also!" Tao yells to save the party from interschool tension. "Another toast for our dear Lu Han, who's So-I'll-Never-Get-Laid-Ever, or SINGLE, phase is coming finally to an end."

Lu Han squirms on his seat. That is the most horrible acronym he has heard so far in his life and shutanginamenji what the hell is Zitao talking about he is embarrassing Lu Han in front of Sehun can he just look at Sehun's face he is...

He is...

So...

Fucking.

Guwapo.

Bless the world.

Lu Han never gets to protest because everyone has already filled their wine glasses (wherever they came from he has no idea) with the drink.

"For Ateneo!" Chanyeol cheers.

"For La Salle!" Yifan follows.

"For my sexy babe," Tao says with a grin.

"For Lu Han!"

Sehun yells.

Shutanginamenji 2.0. Lu Han dies inside and he tries his best to keep enough strength to firmly hold his glass. He smiles, abot tenga pa. Kilig lang.

"CHEERS!"

The dinner carries on with an almost unending series of tukso and landian and pakipot Lu Han. It's exactly twelve midnight na when they decide to leave the place plus it's already late and, for some unfortunate reason, it starts to rain outside.

Yifan has a car and, obviously, he brings Tao with him. ("Don't worry I brought a box of condoms, I'll be safe," he whispers in Lu Han's ear as assurance before he gets in the Chevrolet Camaro.)

The same goes for Chanyeol who drives away in his Bugatti Veyron, a tipsy Baekhyun strapped in the front seat, dozing off.

And that leaves Lu Han alone, standing outside waiting for his sundo. Why didn't his parents allow him to get a driver's licence again. Ah. Kasi they mahal him. But he can drive naman eh. Ugh. Sometimes he does not understand his parents.

"Hey."

Lu Han makes a funny jump. He turns around to see who just scared the hell out of him and the gracious heavens yes he is so blessed it's Oh Sehun, his habemus papa.

"Hi," Lu Han greets shyly.

"Waiting for your sundo?" Sehun asks, his eyes fixed at the sky, slightly squinting when the drizzle quickly turns to a slightly heavy downpour.

"Y-yes," Lu Han answers promptly. He blinks rapidly as the rain starts wetting his eyelashes. He holds his arms over his head in an effort to shield himself from the rain. This is so nakakahiya.

"Alam mo," Sehun starts, slinging off one strap of his black MCM backpack off his shoulder, "There are a few things I've learned about the Ateneo from some of my bros. And there's this one na I'm thankful I discovered." He unzips his bag, rummages inside, and takes out a cylindrical thing. He fiddles with it and, all of a sudden, it expands.

OMG.

"It's called share-a-payong."

Sehun comes closer to Lu Han and brings the umbrella over their heads, stopping the torrents of water from pelting down on them.

Thank you Lord for the ulan. Make it bagyo pa!!

Lu Han sniffles as Sehun shuffles closer pa, their arms brushing. Sehun's so init it feels nice. Sobrang nice.

Sehun accompanies Lu Han until his sundo comes, a black SUV pulling over in front of them. Lu Han is about to run into the rain to get in the car when a hand on his arm stops him.

"Wait, hatid na kita sa car mo," Sehun reasons, guiding Lu Han down the driveway, "Diba nga: don't make paambon so you won't get sipon?"

Since his parents mahal him, can they possibly pull strings to make it ulan all day everyday para Sehun will always payong him.

Sehun opens the door of the SUV, and helps Lu Han get in, umbrella still shielding Lu Han from the rain.

"Nako, Lulu," his yaya greets, instantly dabbing a towel at his head, "basang-basa ka!"

"Ugh, yaya! Wait!!" Lu Han pushes his yaya away, face flushing in embrrassment. He turns to meet Sehun's amused gaze, and says, "Sehun, thank you for everything, ha. Ingat ikaw on your way home."

"You ingat, yourself," Sehun replies, smiling softly. He nods at Lu Han's yaya, and makes to close the door. He tells Lu Han before shutting it completely, "See you... Lulu."

When his car begins to move, eyes is still stuck on the window as he makes a last sulyap of Sehun, he takes his hanky and gives it to his yaya that sits next to him.

"Yaya, tomorrow you make punas to the Nazareno. I am so blessed today."

His yaya nods. "Yes po ser," and she follows Lu Han's gaze. "Ser, tinitignan you po ba siya? Ang gwapo niya ser. Ser boyfriend niyo po?"

Lu Han jerks and sits up straight. "H-hindi ah! Yaya! What are you saying? Nababaliw ka na ba?" he yells, completely unaware of how exaggerated his reaction is.

"Ser, no great genius has ever existed without a measure of madness."

Lu Han gives his yaya a very amused look, mouth slightly opened in shock.

"Whatever yaya."

( next chapter )