Unfaithful Secrets [EXO]

Secret #7

|Chapter 7: All that is Left|   

What do you tell your heart to make it stop loving the person you love?

          

"Stop." That's it. Cut it short and simple. Don't ask why.

          

Or, "Stop being so miserable. Move on." Sometimes, something a bit longer works better.

          

"For heaven's sake, BE HAPPY! Luhan. You're free again! Now. Go and get yourself a new hottie with your bootilicious ass this instant!" Think overly positive?

          

But it doesn't work that way. If it was back then, with some other guy and not Minseok, in some other world and not in Luhan's life, it might just have, but not right now. Not for the man he had loved and given all pieces of his heart.

          

In his car, Luhan stills his eyes at the smiling figure of the very man that had left him crying with only the very words of "Why? Minseok, tell me please...why...?" repeating in the corners of his brain as he stays hidden, parked on the other side of the streets. Inside the very familiar café of bricks and old English décor, he sees him serving the same aromatic coffee to someone he doesn't know, always handling the porcelain teacups with so much care. In the same white dress shirt, in the same black slacks and black apron wrapped around his slim waist, in the same slick but messy brush up hair, in the same way he had fallen in love.

          

And just about as the bottom of the fragile chinaware hits the top laminated wood, Luhan's lips moves automatically along with the syllables that comes as if he had memorized it every night.

          

"I hope you have a great day, sir." Minseok says at the same time.

          

Being the one-night-only type of guy rendered him with so little beliefs of the perfect love, of the perfect relationship. Only perfect sex with the perfect hot guy, or girl either way, crowded in his mind. Only the fast pace of life, take them at night and leave them by morning, and never the slow ones with a romantic cup of tea during sunsets or peaceful cuddling as he falls asleep.  

          

It was the perfect life. Soon, it had also become the most perfect lie.

          

Because Luhan had found those illusions crumbling right before his eyes when he first laid his eyes on him. A year ago.

          

April 9, 2012. Sunday. 8:13am. Corner seat by the window. Enough streams of light; not too bright, not too hot. Black coffee, a teaspoon of sugar, no cream. Just the way he always wants it to cure his killing overhung from the night before.

          

A new face he had only seen that day serves him his bitter drink with the sweetest smile. Luhan will never forget the way he furrowed his eyebrows and stuttered the name written on the small piece of laminate patched on his right chest as he thanks the man that wished him a good day. He also remembers wishing him the same greetings back with a pitch slightly too high that showed too much glee for that early in the morning, irking with crumpled fists because that is so embarrassing! Fuck your future life with him now Lu Han, screw you motha-fucker! Go dig yourself a grave right now because — God!! You scared him and now he won't ever talk to you again!!