Deer Luhan, With Love

45

Chapter 45 – In Which Super Junior M Show Up On Our Doorstep

Deer Luhan,

I hate lucid drunks.

Leigh

“Is this normal?” Luhan asked Lay, trying without success to extricate the pair of them from my arms.

“You’re alive,” I repeated, still sobbing hard on Lay’s shoulder.  “Oh my God, you’re both still alive.  How did you get out?”

“No,” said Lay.  He’d kind of resigned himself to his fate.

“I can’t believe this,” I blubbered.  “You were both dead and now you’re alive… you were all dead—”

“I think I’m going to get Kris,” said Chen from the doorway.  “I don’t know what’s happened to her, because she knew we were safe when we rang on our way back.”

I shoved the other two away from me, startling them, and shot off the bed, hurling myself at Chen.

“Chen, thank God you’re alive too!”

He staggered back several paces as I hit him.  “Kris!” he bellowed.  “Help!”

A few moments later, Kris appeared, wiping cake crumbs from the corner of his mouth.  “Wassup?”

I froze in Chen’s arms, and then stumbled backwards, wide-eyed and pointing.  “Y-you—!”

Chen looked like he didn’t know whether it was better to let me go or whether he should have held onto me, especially when I then flung myself at the EXO-M leader and started punching him.

“You b*st*rd, Kris!  Why did you have to make me read the fan fiction which you starred in as a serial killer?”

Laughing, Kris tried and failed to hold me out at arms’ length.

“Oh, is that what this is about?” Luhan asked, rubbing sweat off his forehead.  “I was worried something serious had happened because we came in and found her bawling her eyes out into my pillow and mumbling something about Sehun’s neck being broken.”

“Why fan fiction?” demanded Lay.  Kris shrugged and finally succeeded in stopping me from hitting him by squashing me into a claustrophic bear hug.

“I thought she’d find it interesting.”

“I hate you,” I complained in a muffled voice.  His chest rumbled as he chuckled.

“So this is where everybody went,” said Tao in an equally muffled voice.  “This cake is frikking delicious.  Might need to make another one, though, because Kris ate almost a whole one to himself.”

“Hey!” Kris protested, slackening his arms just enough for me to wriggle out of his grasp, now somewhat coherent.

“Whoops,” I suddenly remembered.  Tao looked at me for a moment and then quickly distanced himself from the cake by balancing it on the door handle.

“You didn’t put poison in it, did you?”

“No.  The cooker died.”

“Died?” repeated the others.

“Died,” I confirmed.  “I don’t know what was wrong with it, but it was like it had fused or something.  Except I couldn’t find a fuse for it when I went to check.  I did manage to make a couple of days’ worth of food before that happened, though.”