Lu Han wanted to be a writer, a poet, an artist, a singer. He wanted to make something beautiful, something worth mentioning, something important. He wanted to stitch words together, paint deep pictures, soothe with his voice, and make people feel emotions as strong and overwhelming as those that he did. Most of all, he wanted people to feel his ( Read more... )

Day 14.The days passed quickly. Sehun helped Lu Han draw; his big hand covered Lu Han’s smaller one as they rounded corners and turned angles together. Lu Han sat on Sehun’s lap, with the notepad in his own. Sehun’s hand was so big, so warm around his own. Gradually Sehun’s presence on his hand would leave as Lu Han became more accustomed to the ( Read more... )

Sehun came to the hotel with just a few bags. They mostly lived on bagels, and nonperishables. They were a little limited in what they could get that was perishable, but they had a mini cooler, so that was okay. But he got some chocolate and graham crackers and marshmallows for Lu Han, in case he wanted s’mores. Cute; Lu Han was cute ( Read more... )