Deer Luhan, With Love

44

Chapter 44 – In Which Luhan Could Rival Chen for Chief Troll

Deer Luhan,

I think you must be my soul twin.  Partner in crime works too.  Or you were me in a past life and some amazing time warp thing has happened with wormholes that’s allowed us to co-exist in the same timeframe.

Leigh

Everything was on the wrong side of the room when I woke up.  Rubbing sleep out of my left eye, I pushed myself into a sitting position and bit back a hiss of pain as the injuries on my arms protested.  They weren’t that severe, but they were still bandaged.

It wasn’t until I spotted Luhan sitting on the bed that I’d claimed as mine while I was staying in China that I remembered Lay had volunteered to sleep on the sofa in the living room.  Apparently he’d done it several times before and really wasn’t bothered by it, and besides, in his words, “it means I can be like a watchdog if the manager walks in because it’ll give time for one of you to hide.” 

“That’ll be Leigh,” Chen had snorted.  “Luhan’s almost as bad as Kai.”

“What if he asks why you’re not in your room?” I’d asked.  Lay had just shrugged.

“Luhan and I had a mega-argument that requires your genius pub-solving technique?”

It was kind of odd that he’d come up with a coherent suggestion since he’d been pretty drunk at the time.  But anyway, after that, everybody had insisted that since I was the guest (prompting a round of Disney from Luhan and Chen in pretty decent English) I should have a bed, and Luhan had pulled the invalid card and insisted on having his own back in spite of Kris trying to insist I have the bedroom to myself, so I’d taken Lay’s.

“Morning!” said Luhan brightly, pausing from wrapping his arms in bandages for a moment so that he could grin at me.  “I put out clothes for you.”  He gestured vaguely to the end of my bed.  I leant forwards to take a look.  Lime green t-shirt, black jeans, and Pacman socks.  I narrowed my eyes.

“Luhan, with my hair, I’m going to look like a failed tic tac if I wear that.”

“What’s a tic tac?”

I blinked and looked back over at him.  “A kind of sweet.”  I blinked again, scanning his clothes, and then gave him a withering look.  “Really?  Couple clothes?”

Luhan’s grin broaded as he finished off the bandage close to the hem of the sleeve of the lime green t-shirt he was also wearing.  “Nope.  These are twin clothes.”

It took a couple of minutes to process, but when it did, I let out a burst of laughter.  “You’re a worse troll than Chen.”

Luhan took a moment to show me a mock-contemptous expression.  “Please.  Pulling a prank like this is an obligation when you have a doppelganger.  Chen could out-troll me any day; I’ve just been given a golden opportunity.”

There was a pause of several seconds as we just looked at each other.  Then the corners of Luhan’s mouth quirked up into a grin and I laughed again.  This was so different from the worried, stressed guy who’d broken down over the phone to me and much more like the one who’d asked me how my date with Sehun was when he’d seen that his credit card had been used to pay for a meal for two at Namsan Tower on his online bank statement.  Now that all the anxiety and responsibility surrounding the situation with his aunt had gone, it looked like he was determined to share the rest of the dorm’s mental age.