Deer Luhan, With Love

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Chapter 55 – In Which EXO-K Is Rather Contrite About Their Teasing

Deer Luhan,

Sometimes I really wonder what goes on in some of your minds.

Leigh

The cold air hit the three of us very suddenly as we stepped off the bus, even though it was nothing like as bitter as it had been up on the Great Wall.  Sehun blew on his hands while Suho scanned the area for familiar landmarks.

I tugged on the leader’s thick jacket sleeve.  “This way.”  I gestured to a building I remembered passing on the way, and Suho looked around, a little dazed.

“Are you sure?  I don’t remember seeing that.  Hey, aren’t those two cars parked illegally?”

I was getting used to his random comments on stuff that wasn’t totally relevant to the situation, so I applied force and started dragging him away in the required direction.  Sehun trailed after us.

Moments later, I caught sight of the two cars Suho had pointed out, which were indeed parked illegally on the curb below the building I’d pointed out.  My stomach nearly dropped out of me when I saw that they were black SUVs with tinted windows.

Calm down, Leigh.  There are any number of people with tinted-windowed SUVs in this city.  Not everybody obeys traffic laws.  It still didn’t help the fact that I didn’t particularly want to walk past them.  I reached instinctively for Suho’s hand for comfort, and he looked at me with some surprise, though he didn’t comment.  Sehun caught up with us and hovered at my left shoulder.

“Reckon they’re mafia or something?” he asked, pointing at the cars as they drew closer, his tone curious and almost excited, as if seeing something cool for the first time after hearing about it to death.  Then what he’d just said seemed to hit him.  “Wait, f*ck, do you reckon they are mafia?”

“I hope not,” I murmured.  The cars were only a few feet away now, parked in such a way that we’d have to go single file past them on the pavement or risk walking in the road.  But the fact that there was no sign of life from them was encouraging.

Though not quite enough for me to walk past them on the pavement.

“What are you doing?” Suho protested as I dragged him out onto the road.

“Prey instincts,” I told him.  “Trust me.”

He looked at me like I’d sprouted antlers.  I pointed to my face.

“Remind you of a certain somebody who looks like a deer?”

He didn’t get time to respond before four sets of SUV car doors burst open and Sehun shoved us further out into the road without warning, straight into the path of an oncoming policecar.  Suho’s instincts were quick enough for him to spin away, tucking me protectively into his side, and the police car slewed into the next lane, tyres and breaks screeching in protest as the cop driving jammed on the horn and swore at us.

Seconds later, an entire chorus of car horns erupted as traffic went everywhere in an attempt to avoid both us and the policecar and the gaggle of leather-clad skinheads who were also standing in the road, trying to get past a pair of cars which had rammed bumpers.  A single glance was enough to tell me that I didn’t want to be in the vicinity any longer.

“Are you okay?” Suho asked, holding me out at arm’s length and sweeping his gaze over me.

“Run,” I told him, placing my hands on his shoulders and giving him a shove.  “Run!”