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HunHan

Be My Drug// Part One

One raindrop, two raindrops, three raindrops... 

Luhan gazed at the dark sky above him and sighed as he held his lit cigarette in his right hand, the lighter in the other. He was resting beneath the roof of his backyard porch with his cat, Mulan, curled up right beside him. The raindrops increased as a second in time passed. He took in a deep breath of the fresh oxygen before exhaling and attaching his mouth back to his addictive drug. Mulan stared at her owner with bored eyes and Luhan looked back at her as he blew out the smoke that was once trapped in his lungs and mouth. He weakly smiled and started to pet her soft white and black fur on the back of her head.  "Mulan, you're so lucky that you're a cat. You don't get to experience romantic heartbreak and get yourself addicted to smoking the way I did. Lucky you..." he muttered, his hand keeping it's repetitive motion on her. She purred and shut her eyes. Luhan sighed once more.

-

"Dad? Why do you do this everyday?"

"It's none of your business, son," Sehun's father told him with a brooding voice. He was sitting in the kitchen gulping down his seventh beer. Sehun watched worriedly as his father's exhausted panda eyes stared into nothingness with his fingers slowly tapping the brown glass of the alcohol. "Well," he spoke, "I guess it's somewhat your business." He looked up at his son with glassy eyes. "I'm just heartbroken."

Heartbroken.

Sehun only knew about that fragile word from the few movies he used to watch with his mom when she was still living with them. That was the good times. When he and his mom would cuddle up on the couch and watch dramatic films for hours on their nice TV. That TV was now sold and his mom was no longer there. His dad's first love was no longer there. "Does it... does it hurt a lot?"

"Oh, yes, Hunnie. You're so lucky you never felt such a deep emotion. I hope you never do. With you being my son and sharing my genetics and thinking, I know that if you do experience heartbreak, you'll be just as shattered inside." His dad shook his head. "I'm just shattered, Sehun. Look at me. I'm becoming an alcoholic. I'm becoming addicted to this liquid and it's all because of... of heartbreak." Sehun watched as a tear rolled down his dad's dry, wrinkly face. His heart broke inside. He wished bad things never existed.

-

It was the first day of college, and unlike most of his best friends, Luhan was chilling inside his dorm with a glass of water on the table next to his chair by the window. As usual, he was smoking. His roommate, Zitao, enters the room and grimaces. "I hate the smell of smoke," he commented as Luhan never turned his back. 

The smoking boy shrugged. "What can I do about it? I'm addicted to this shit. And also, you better get used to it, because there is no way I'm stopping now."

Zitao sat down on his side of the room on his messy bed and watched his new friend/roommate frown while barely noticeable smoke erupted from the stick he was holding. "Why do you smoke?" he asked. "Isn't that bad for your health?

"Dunno," Luhan said. "Don't give a flying shit about my health, as far as I know." He rested his chin on his hand. "And I smoke because I'm heartbroken at the moment. Yeah, it's been a few months since that attractive bastard left me for a busty Korean woman, but it really sticks with you for a while, you know?" He turned to Zitao. "And my depression definitely didn't do me any help with that." He laughed.

Zitao stood up and went behind his friend. He gently patted his shoulder. "I understand, buddy. I'm sorry about that. He doesn't deserve you."

Luhan rubbed his forehead. He was getting a headache from all the low-esteem thoughts swirling around his head. "Nah, it's me. All me. I don't deserve him."

Zitao shook his head and patted him for comfort before walking away and leaving the dorm to visit his friends once again.

-

"Your assignment is to complete a two thousand word story about something that hurts you. Now, the word hurt, can mean multiple things. But to break it down and help you, I'll give you some ideas..."

All of the students besides Sehun groaned audibly and slouched in their seat.  Why take a writing class if you're too lazy and unwilling to actually do writing? Sehun thought. 

The teacher continued as she strolled around the classroom to get a good look at each of their faces. "One thing that can hurt is racism. I know you probably never take the time to analyze things about the topic, but it's a very big thing for just about the rest of the world. The impact his amazingly huge for people--- I mean, especially in America, where there is diversity in every possible corner," she said. "Another thing that could hurt is heartbreak."

Sehun tensed up.

"I've been through it and I'm guessing most of you have." Sehun mentally shook his head. No, he thought. "It is painful, I tell you," she emphasized. "Knowing that someone you liked or loved and cared for for quite a while and realizing they no longer want you. It hurts---"

A boy had bust through the door.

Standing there was a panting Luhan wearing a pair of navy skinny jeans and a honey-colored sweater. The teacher crossed her arms in disapproval. "What do you think you're doing?"

His eyes were wide for a small fraction of time before they shrinked back to their normal and usual state. "Sorry for being late," he said and bowed. He wasn't afraid of any professor in the school.

"You damn right better be, you punk. You're thirty minutes late to my class," she announced, "and it's only your first day!"

Luhan bowed once more before walking to an empty seat.

Sehun gulped. The boy was cute... and short. At least for a male. He looked so innocent, and for a moment Sehun wanted to freeze time and just awe at his stunning appearance. It was like his eyes spotted something really nice. Partially, that was true. He awkwardly gawked for a second at the tardy boy who was now paying attention to the lecture before he looked back at the board, and then back again at him. Sehun just couldn't stop looking at the newcomer. He thought he was daydreaming when the handsome guy had turned and stared back at him with big and dark orbs.

"What are you looking at?"

Sehun's lips were sealed shut.

"Hey, are you deaf?"

"A---Are you talking to me?" Sehun asked. 

"Oh, no, I wasn't. I was speaking to the plant in the corner of the room," Luhan sarcastically remarked.

Sehun was humiliated to the core. Why, Universe?

Luhan rolled his eyes while Sehun scratched his scalp, thoroughly confused of the situation.

...the two had no idea that this wasn't going to be their first and last encounter.