Deer Luhan, With Love

8

Chapter 8 – In Which I Display Symptoms of Felix Felicis

Deer Luhan,

Whoever named Miracles in December must have been psychic.  Unfortunately, they were also optimistic.  It was only one miracle.

Leigh

The mood in the dorm was sour after news of the data corruption.  I decided it was best to isolate myself in my room – D.O. was in a particularly rotten mood, though I actually felt a little bad locking him out and barricading the door – which was a little lonely until I found that Luhan kept the entire Harry Potter series (in Korean) under his bed and lost myself quite happily in The Half-Blood Prince.

I was so engrossed in reading that it was actually several hours before I realised that Sehun was trying to get into the room.  When it finally occurring to me that the banging on my door wasn’t a figment of my imagination, I reluctantly put the book down.

“Okay, Luhan, seriously.”  Sehun was actually using formal speech, which made me raise an eyebrow.  “I know you’re mad, but I need a change of clothes and D.O. looks like he’s going to explode.  Can’t you please swap with him?  It’ll be messy if he blows up in the dorm.  Everybody else has frayed tempers too.”

“Give me a minute,” I called, eyeing the chairs and dressers I’d piled up.

It took me more like ten to shift them all and open the door.  D.O. immediately pushed past me and flung himself face down on his bed.

“Finally,” exclaimed Sehun before I could comment on D.O.  “I thought I was going to get hypothermia.”  His teeth were chattering and his hair and clothes were damp.  “Tao’s locked himself in the bathroom so I couldn’t get a towel to dry off.”

“But Tao never showers alone,” I pointed out, shuddering as I recalled being cornered by Tao the previous evening to go shower with him.  Sehun and Kai had practically been bursting seams with laughter, and it had taken D.O. insisting that I’d already showered with him that morning and that it was Lay’s turn to shower with Tao (Lay had been totally confused) to put Tao off.

“Yeah, he’s in a bad mood like the rest of us,” Sehun explained.  “What did you do to the door?  Picking the lock didn’t work.”

I pointed wordlessly to the dresser and chairs, none of which were back in their proper places.

“Ah.”  He dropped a bag onto my bed.  “Here are more Chinese books and a heckload of flashcards.  And please, never ask me to get you sanitary products again.  It was mortifying.”

“Thanks,” I said sheepishly.  There was a rustle of movement from D.O.’s bed and we both turned to see that he’d sat up.  There was still a thunderous scowl on his face and he looked far from happy, but compared to how he’d been earlier, he was at least paying attention to the outside world.

“You got Sehun to get you sanitary products?” he demanded.  “As in… as in…?”

Sehun dipped a hand into the bag and plucked out a box of tampons.

D.O. bit his bottom lip, hard, and the angry lines on his face began to soften.

“I had to ask specifically for them, as well,” Sehun griped, “because Leigh is Ree Lee picky and the shop only had pads on the shelves.”

D.O. met my eye and a small grin began to spread across his face.  Then he cracked up and started laughing hysterically.

Sehun plopped down onto my bed with a groan.  “Today has been an awful day.”