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Chapter 6

Whilst Minseok had had himself busy with the guy's, Or Luhan's hat, as he knew, the hat's owner in the other hand could be found socializing, still grieving the loss of his hat, as he couldn't find it. None of the staff knew where the black bowler hat, oh, so precious, could be.

It had been a couple hours already and in that time Mr. Kim was still worried, thinking what he was doing next. His great first trip on a ship had been a mess so far, and he for sure knew it.

Luhan's P.O.V.

I had a confession to make: I missed my hat. In the middle of all the rich and the beautiful people I felt incredibly insecure, even considering the fact I didn't look very bad myself. Small talks weren't a problem, discussion about the weather wasn't either, but I couldn't kick away the feeling it would be a lot more interesting if Minseok was here. But he couldn't be. Ah, how freeing it would be to join him and his "filthy" fellow people.

My life had started to sound like a bad romance story. And that's what it would probably be like too, if not now, then in New York. I sighed.

"Find a wife.. Get a good job.. Get children" I cringed remembering what my parents had told me before leaving.

I wasn't sure what I was going to do very first when I'd get to New York. It had been already taken care of that I had a place to live in. It was near the ocean, a rather big mansion. Only for me. It was way too spacious for only me, messaging what my parents had almost told me to do; Get a wife.

I hadn't found interest in any girl I had ever met. Maybe I was just picky? Could it be so? Playing with the wine glass I was holding I took a deep breath, trying to listen to what this people was talking about. I wasn't interested in them the smallest bit.

"..What do you think about it, Han?" a man asked me in the middle of their conversation, everyone's heads turning to me. I looked at the asker in the eyes, trying to quickly think what to reply to a question I didn't have an answer for. Embarrassment appeared making my face feel hot and body stiffen up. "Uuh.." I rubbed the back of my neck, my face burning. "I don't really.. have an opinion on it." They nodded, agreeing with my words I had made up. Well that wasn't hard, was it? Internally scoffing I straightened the black suit's coat and bit my lower lip. I still had that maybe totally imagined, fancied and maybe impossible idea of meeting Minseok tonight. I didn't care about the dance later on, but would rather have a talk with someone I had had one intensive eyecontact with earlier. That didn't happen so often, of course not, me living in a rich family had led into a thing and another.

Again huffing and holding the foot of the glass tighter in now my nearly white hand, I became frustrated. Me, Lu Han, should get myself together. Forcing my internal speech stop I drew my attention back to the conversation a few people were having in this crowded restaurant's hallway.

"But, if you'd listen to me; I'm sure there will be a man stepping onto the moon soon."
"No way."
"I agree with him, you know."
"I don't think moon is enough, next will be, what.. the sun?"

They laughed. I tried not to cringe at their smalltalk.

"....But the sun will burn you?"
"That's the point."

"Oh."

They had a more or less interesting chat about stepping onto the sun and then proceeded to mention something else. I had only listened half aware of what they were talking about, but this drew all my attention to the topic.

"Have you seen indigents? Or.. The Indigents?"

Nodding. I shifted uncomfortably on my feet.