That Week of Hearts (EXO - Luhan and Kai Fanfiction)

Dance Practice

~I lost my mind dang ni zou jing wo shi xian~

“You’re too perfect, you know that?”

“I should be saying that about you.”

“How was I able to become so lucky?”

Luhan smiles and pushes a few strands of hair out of my face, softly kissing my cheek.

My eyes shoot open, coming to a conclusion that I just had a dream about Luhan before realizing that my phone was ringing. “What is Love” rang from my phone, reminding me of the night before.

“Dang it, it was just a dream. Where’s my phone?”

~jiu zai ni zhou wei zheng ge shi jie get in slow motion~

I reach to my night stand and grab my phone.

“Hello?”

“Lindy?”

“Oh! Hi Luhan!”

I smile to myself. His voice is like a sweet song.

“Are you ready for practice?” he asks.

“Um, yeah! Uh, where do you want to go practice?”

“We can…practice at my house…? I have my own private dance studio.”

He has his own private dance studio? Wow.

“Sure, sounds good!”

“Okay! I’ll text you the address.”

“Aright, I’ll meet you in an hour!”

I put my phone back down on my nightstand and get out of bed to get ready for dance practice.  I walk into my bathroom and look in the mirror.

“Hey there hot… holy cow, what happened to you in bed? Luhan would never fall for you looking like that,” I say, frowning at my reflection, “You have to take a shower.”

Crap! I have 40 minutes to get ready. Speed shower.

Within 30 minutes, I’m out of the shower, have brushed my teeth, dried my hair, and dressed in jean shorts, black converse, my loose EXO t-shirt I bought at their concert I went to last year. I grab my dance bag and decide to bring an extra change of clothes so that I can change afterwards. I also grab my phone and walk out the door.

~~~~~

When I get to Luhan’s house, I look at it in awe. It is so big. There is a large iron gate in front of it and he even has people working in the yard. His family must have a lot of money.

The gate is left open, probably because of the workers. So I walk in and up to the porch and ring the doorbell. While waiting, I look to the side and see that he has a pool in his yard. Gosh, what do his parents do?

Suddenly, he opens the door with a bright smile on his face.

“Hey Lindy! Come on in!”

I walk inside his house and continue to admire his house. The walls are white, the ceiling must be at least 10 feet high, and all of the furniture is made of leather.

“This is a…really nice house.”

“Thanks, can I get you something to drink?”

He’s so polite. No wonder everyone likes him.

“Sure, I’ll just have some water.”

“Okay, follow me into the kitchen!”

I follow him down a hall and into a room that is just as large as the front room. He goes to the cupboard to get two glasses and fills them with water.