Deer Luhan, With Love

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Chapter 29 – In Which I Meet DoNotReply

Deer Luhan,

I take it fanmeets aren’t normally as… chaotic? as this.  I think you should hold one in Laser Quest.  It would be fun.

Leigh

I’m still not sure if it was out of genuine concern for the manager’s reaction or because he wanted Tao to look as ridiculous as the rest of us, but Chen convinced him to get rid of half his right eyebrow too the next morning so that he “wouldn’t get blamed” for what had happened.

“It’s a new fashion,” I heard Kris insisting to the stylists, trying to calm their frenzied anger.  He’d already had the same argument with the manager and somehow – God only knows the mysteries of the galaxy and the universe – persuaded him that it meant all six of us looked more macho.  “Have you genuinely not seen it going around?  It was everywhere in North America just a few weeks ago.”

“Challenge,” Chen said with a smirk, though not loud enough for Kris to hear.  “The benefit to being North American is that they won’t dare contradict him, the d*mn bat.”

I surreptitiously nudged Lay, who was standing beside the chair a hair stylist had forced me into, and he leant down so I could whisper in his ear.

“Does Kris always spout this kind of bullsh*t to cover for you guys?”

Lay withdrew and grinned at me.  “Bullsh*tting is one of his strengths,” he mouthed so that Chen wouldn’t hear.  “He’s the best in EXO at that.”

Whether or not they accepted half a missing eyebrow was fashionable in the western world, the makeup artists did insist on trying to repair the damage with eyebrow pencils as much as they could and we all ended up with our hair sweeping down into our right eyes, with the exception of Chen, whose hair was too short.  He did fortunately have the slimmest eyebrows out of the lot of us, though, so once you were standing a few feet away from him nothing looked out of the ordinary.

“Somebody’s seriously going to die when I find out who did this,” he muttered in Korean as he attempted yet again to smooth his hair down over his eyebrow.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lay edge away and I chuckled inwardly.

At last giving up on his uncooperative hair, Chen dropped his hands with a sigh and then turned to me and grinned.  “Hey, wanna go over Miracles again while we wait?”

“Sure.”  Not really.

It was about twenty minutes until the interview we were supposed to have before the fan meet, and then Chen and I were supposed to sing the first verse of Miracles in December even though it was January before we all sat down and started interacting with the fans.  I wasn’t looking forward to it.  At all.

I still wasn’t a patch on Luhan, but once again, Chen put it down to recovering from the throat infection.

“We probably ought to apologise for that before we sing,” he muttered, unravelling his earphones from his iPod.  “Can you work out what to say?”

Blanching, I got out my phone so I could send a text to Lay.  “No problem.  I’m on it.”  Sh*t.

Lay, how do I phrase a formal apology for my inability to sing?

I saw him looking up from whatever he’d been watching on his tablet and glancing at his phone with a grin.  Moments later, a reply popped up.

Have you considered ‘Hello, everybody, I’m not EXO’s Luhan’?