I Told You Not To Fall For Me ♡ HunHan

Twenty Two

Luhan groggily opened his eyes and sat up straight. He took his time rolling lazily around the bed, getting up and slipping on his house slippers after deciding to stop moping around. He stood in front of his full-sized mirror, gasping as he saw his blotchy, swollen cheeks, traces of dried tears still on them.

He glanced at the clock on his dressing table, surprised to see it was already ten -- he'd slept so late.

Without wasting a second, he grabbed his towel and took a bath, putting on some relaxing piano instrumentals to get his mind off unnecessary things -- things involving Sehun and their mistake of a marriage.

After dressing in a big sweater and a pair of baggy sweatpants, he headed straight to the kitchen, blowing some air onto his palms as he rubbed them together -- even though the sun was up, it was still a chilly morning.

The quiet and peaceful air of the household suggested Sehun had already left for work. He was suddenly struck with guilt because he didn't cook breakfast for him and his idiot husband wasn't the type to grab a meal before leaving the house.

That guy was useless without him -- Sehun often skipped his meals when Luhan wasn't able to cook. He'd grown accustomed to Luhan's cooking to the point where he'd said that take-out no longer satisfied him (Luhan was happy that his husband was able to appreciate at least one thing about him).

Luhan was secretly grateful that Yixing had called him in the midst of bathing, saying that he had some work to attend to so they had to put their meeting on hold. Given that he woke up so late, he would have been rushing to the shop by now. He planned to work out instead, maybe run a few laps on the treadmill -- he'd gained some weight since the beginning of the holiday season.

Okay. Maybe not. He was feeling lazy and watching a movie was too tempting to resist. He would just squeeze some time in later and, well, if he didn't, who cared? He'd just pig out again anyway.

He walked to the island in the kitchen, setting down his phone and book while humming. He opened the freezer to get some frozen fruit to prepare a strawberry-banana smoothie.

Popping his earphones in, he grabbed his drink and skipped out of the enormous kitchen, taking a jar of chocolate chips cookies on his way out. His destination was the small family theatre located upstairs. He sang softly to the music, immersing himself completely in the song.

chù mō bú dào de nǐ wú fǎ yōng zài bì wān lǐ(You who I can't touch, who I can't pull into my arms)
jí shǐ bì shàng yǎn jīng zài yě mèng bú dào de shén mì (Even if I close my eyes, I can't dream of that mysteriousness)
bú zhī rú hé xià bǐ xiě wán nǐ de Story (I don't know how to start moving my pen and finish writing your story)
yù shì xiǎng yào kào jìn yù tòng kǔ de bēi jù (The closer I want to get to you, the more painful and tragic (it is)

A sad song and winter was his favorite combination.

ài nán yǐ kàng jù Stop Stop Stop Stop Yeah (Love is hard to reject Stop Stop Stop Stop Yeah)
ài nán yǐ kàng jù Stop Stop Stop Stop Yeah (Love is hard to reject Stop Stop Stop Stop Yeah)
wǒ zǔ zhǐ zì jǐ jiāo jí de hū huàn nǐ (I stop myself from anxiously calling out for you)
pà yǎn lǐ yuè guāng Babe huì lín shī nǐ de chì bǎng ( Afraid that the moonlight in my eyes, babe, will soak your wings)

He emotionally sang, contemplating whether or not he wanted to actually watch a sad movie. In the end, he decided he would just browse through his CD collection.

As he was about to climb the stairs, a sudden hand on his arms made him drop everything h'ed been holding. His eyes widened at the sight of Sehun's dazzling smile, which was suddenly directed at him. Looking like a mad man with his mouth hanging open, he let his husband drag him to the dining room.