#luhan fic

It was rewarding for most of the time. Having Kim Junmyeon as the new owner and the change to more friendly dynamics with the higher-ups was something you were totally here for. For instance, you didn’t have to constantly hear that you needed to lose weight. All the mean managers were gone because you were now the sole restaurant manager. It truly was a gift at this point of your career to be recognised for your impeccable work as well as respected and even loved. Yes, Kim Junmyeon treated you like a member of his extended family like he described when he promoted you when he took over the hotel.

Everything was perfect.

Everything… except for the constant bickering between none other than celebrity chef Do Kyungsoo and the hotel’s head chef. They were acting like a pair of toddlers fighting for the crown.

“I’m the celebrity chef here. Junmyeon-ssi has asked me to run this kitchen the days I’m here. Would you expect me, chef Do Kyungsoo, to work under your supervision?” He asked the head chef who was rolling her eyes for the tenth time today.

“Absolutely not of course.” You nudged her with your elbow lightly. “We’re delighted to have you here.”

“Train your staff to respect me and obey my commands then.” He demanded.

“Yes, chef Kyungsoo.” She sarcastically agreed.

“Please, the model Luhan is about to arrive and Junmyeon-ssi has specifically asked everything to be perfect today, please.” You begged them both.

Indeed, today was a very special day. You heard this Luhan was acquainted with Junmyeon enough to always come to his hotel, but also not close enough to be considered a friend. You heard rumours saying that Luhan’s father had helped at the time Junmyeon’s father as an investment, and once Junmyeon’s father stood on his feet, he returned all the invested with its corresponding interests. It was the business language that Luhan apparently inherited, and of course Junmyeon still felt indebted forever judging by the over the top preparations and how he received him bowing at Luhan as if he owed him a kidney.

You watched the scene from where you stood at the restaurant’s entrance. The lobby was converted to a prime minister level type of reception.

You were having mixed feelings, Luhan seemed gentle with his soft features that you observed in your late night stalker investigation about him when you checked out his Instagram account. He was what they called a pretty man, a flower boy. Imagining how he irradiated pink fairy glittery dust as he walked. That was your first impressions about Luhan, however, his body language and the cold greeting he gave Junmyeon and even Baekhyun, told you he was nothing but an arrogant brat.

You sighed while shoulders shrugged in disappointment. The dream you had of Luhan being the fairy king taking you on a stroll around the garden was nothing but rubbish.

“So do we know the exact time this man is dining tonight?” Kyungsoo asked as he stood next to you with his deep voice.

“Chef Kyungsoo!” You held on your chest feeling your heartbeats. “You startled me!”

Kyungsoo didn’t even blink as he was waiting for his answer watching you catch your breath.

“I have Luhan-ssi for 7 PM tonight, but when the crowd is dissolved I’ll go talk to Junmyeon-ssi to make sure the plan is still the same.”

Kyungsoo nodded leaving you and your heart to go back to its normal beating. You looked one more time just to fill your eyes with all the candy you could while it was available.

~~~

Everything was perfect. You took your phone to take a few pictures of how you decorated the table next to the panoramic window. You had reserved and emptied a few tables surrounding Luhan’s. You took a step backwards to get the angle right, and that’s when you felt that you had stepped on something that definitely wasn’t the intended carpet. You spun around alarmed when you met none other than our most VIP guest that you had been told over and over how special and perfect everything had to be.

“So not only you made me wait until you took those pictures, you stepped on my sponsored limited edition GUCCI shoes.” He rubbed his lower lip landing your eyes on that very same lip scar that traced all his lower lip drawing them to the perfect imperfection they uniquely were enhancing this beauty that no man on earth shared with him.

You experienced heart eyes in real life.

“Mr. Lu!” You bowed, holding your phone at your belly looking at the horrible GUCCI shoes you stepped on. “My apologies.”

“Put that phone away.” He ordered. “Because if I see any of my leaked pictures of this evening, reporting you for stalking, firing and deporting you from Korea altogether wouldn’t satisfy me enough.”

“Ah… no no no!” You moved your hands in front of you showing him your phone. “I was taking pictures of the table setting. I’m the restaurant’s manag-”

“I don’t care!” Luhan cute you off. “Bring my food, put the phone away and watch where you walk. You’re not…” He eyed you from head to toe. “If you broke my toenail you’ll seriously be in trouble.” He shoved his hand.

Did this angelical looking devil just body shame you? What an absolute prick, you thought. You were ready to scoff, but you thought of the trouble you’d be causing Junmyeon, so you bit your lower lip, swallowing your pride.

“Right away, Luhan-ssi.”

You bowed again, entering the kitchen where Kyungsoo was giving orders and supervising every single little pate that was for Luhan’s table. You had to hold yourself helped by the counter trying to overlook what just happened. After all, he was right, you weren’t exactly petite and you totally stepped with all your weight on his poor little toe.

You took a few breaths opening the door for the waiters to go in line towards Luhan’s table, following closely to fix the plates yourself. You could see Luhan disinterested in what was being placed in front of him, but instead he was scrolling through his phone with his head tilted, exposing his glorious jawline that you admittedly didn’t notice until now feeling almost sorry for your poor soul now that you had this view unfolding right before you, damning how absolutely flawless this man was. His longish hair wasn’t allowing you to appreciate his neck before, but now this was all a show for you to admire.

“Is everything of your liking, Luhan-ssi?” You asked, clearing your throat gently once the waiters left.

Luhan exhaled before flipping his phone closed, placing it on the table. He rested both his wrists at the edge playing with his beautiful fingers while biting on his lower lip emphasising the view of his lip scar.

“I want all this in my room.” He simply and nonchalantly asked. “And you’re the one going to bring it to me.”

“Bu- This is only the entrees. Chef Do Kyungsoo himself is the one that prepared the laborious dishes.”

“So?” Luhan challenged. “Bring all the food to my room. If you must know the reason, I think my toe had suffered an accident and I need to check on it. Would you think it’s alright for me to remove my shoe and sock here?”

“I’m terribly sorry.” You bowed again. “Would you like me to call the hotel’s doctor?”

“No, just bring a first aid kit so you can tent to my toe.” Luhan advised as if nothing, standing, taking his phone in hand and fixing his hair walking out of the restaurant, all while you followed his every move hypnotised.

“Where is he going?” Kyungsoo startled you again.

“Chef Kyungsoo! You really need to stop doing that!” You held yourself. “He wants everything room service.

“That’s going to be a few trolleys.” Kyungsoo explained. “I’ll start preparing everything.”

You nodded, thinking all you needed to do is deliver the food and be gone.

~~~

You knocked the door gently turning to see the three trolleys of food aligned and awaiting to be delivered to Luhan.

“Good evening, Luhan-ssi”

He peeked his head to see three people assisting you in having everything delivered.

“Didn’t I say that you deliver the food? Send everyone away because you have to understand that you did me wrong and I’m being quite the decent man by only overworking you. Am I wrong?”

What an asshole this one was. You had to act as professional as you could and bow before he could read in your facial expression how disturbed you were from his pettiness.

“Absolutely, Luhan-ssi.” You assured him, sending everyone away. “May I enter, please?” You smiled showing him the first aid kit.

Luhan stepped aside letting you in. You placed the kit on the table going back to get the food trolleys.

You smiled at him once more before aiming to exit the room, but he stopped you extending his leg across the doorframe. You looked at him briefly before watching his grin grow.

“I’m not going to let this incident just go. I hope you know that and are prepared for my tormenting.” You gulped, nodding nervously not even thinking that at this point you could report it to Junmyeon. “Go get the food.” He motioned with his head moving his leg away.

You got out of the room taking the first trolley and entering again. This time Luhan was removing his blazer. You walked slowly watching him remove his watch and rings, having to almost shake your head to focus and not let your imagination take you to how truly flawlessly sexy these simple actions were.

You placed the first trolley in front of the dining table going for the second one, and this time Luhan was unbuttoning the buttons at his wrists before rolling his first sleeve. You really had to look anywhere but his silhouette that seemed to have a magnet for your eyes to land on him again. Third and last trolley. You inhaled, placing it next to the other two.

“Would you like me to arrange the table for you, Luhan-ssi?”

“What kind of question is that?” He scoffed. “But before that, tend to my toe.” He sat comfortably spreading his legs and moving his injured foot.

Luhan hadn’t even removed his shoes, and by the looks of it, he was expecting you to remove them for him. You went on your knees gulping, extending your hands to hold his shoe.

“Have you done this before?” He asked, startling you as if caught doing something wrong retracting your hands almost at your back.

“You mean…”

“Yes, I mean, have you removed shoes for a guest before?”

“I haven’t, however I understand I must. I hope your toe is not too badly injured.”

“I hope so too, because I cannot afford a bad toe while I model.”

You nodded, holding his foot and undoing the laces. You pulled gently hearing him hiss. Once you removed the shoe you removed the other one to have him barefoot and more comfortable. You held on the sock of his injured foot trying not to make any contact with his leg skin pulling it somewhat faster than intended causing discomfort when feeling the dried blood on Luhan’s toe, something you weren’t really expecting, thinking all this was just an exaggeration from his side. You gasped covering your mouth with your hand at the view, thinking that now you truly were in big trouble. When once you thought what you were doing was unnecessary and not within your scope of responsibilities, you were now in front of a potential lawsuit against you where you stood no chance in front of this enchanting deer looking angry man.

“I’m so so so sorry! I think you need to be seen by the doctor!” You tried standing but Luhan pulled you by your wrist.

“I don’t want no doctor.”

“Then allow me to go to the our spa really quickly, to get a foot soaking bowl and-”

“The spa…” He repeated scrunching his eyebrows. “Does that Kim Jongin still work there?” Luhan asked intrigued. “That womaniser fucker.” He added surprising you.

“Ah… yeah he does.” You admitted.

“No need then. You might not come back if that manwhore catches you near.”

You were extremely confused now. You knew of Jongin’s antics, but Jongin was nothing but a little brother that came to you like a little bear cub when hungry. Besides, why would that annoy Luhan? You just met, plus you were on his bad side, plus he repulsed you, didn’t he?

“I’ll just try to see for myself how bad the damage is. Is that alright with you, Luhan-ssi?”

Luhan nodded watching you open the little briefcase containing disinfectants and other aid tools. You took a bit of cotton wool drenching it with alcohol slowly patting on his toe after you placed his foot on your lap. You cleaned the dried blood realising how you broke his toenail causing the injury.

“You’re good at this.” He complimented.

When you looked at his face you regretted it. While you were focused, Luhan had decided to gather his hair into a man-bun that absolutely brought all his beautiful features to a more deadly perspective.

“I hope it’s not too painful. The nail itself is not too badly damaged. I’ll put a bandage around it.” You explained. “I hope you don’t have sandals to model in your schedule.” You joked laughing by yourself feeling like crap when all Luhan did was have his beautiful eyebrows knitted. “All done. I guess my job here is finished.” You placed his foot back on the floor standing. “I sincerely apologise again for the incident, and please do rely on me if you require anything during your stay with us.” You bowed.

Luhan stood following you to the door, finding it strange as he didn’t give the gentleman vibe at all since you’ve met. When you placed your hand on the doorknob to leave, Luhan’s hand rested on yours, trying to figure out why it felt so good and bad at the same time. You wanted to die but also indulge in how warm and sturdy it felt against yours.

“If you think this is over, you’re widely mistaken.” He whispered over your ear from behind. You really needed to see what expression he had in his face for some strange reason, and that action only gave Luhan more space to toy with you finding your back against the wall while his other hand slapped the wall right at your ear level making you flinch. “I’m not even close to being done with you. My toe is very expensive, and I don’t think you can afford it.”

“I-” You tried speaking, thinking he was pissed because you wanted to leave before you prepared the table.

“What time are you in the restaurant in the morning?” He asked, tilting his head in question.

“I start at 6 AM.”

“My breakfast shall be on my table at 6:10 AM.” He removed his hand from yours crossing his arms over his chest. “One more mistake…” He came closer, almost touching your earlobe with his lips. “And I’ll make sure you never work in your life.” He blew on your ear saying those last words.

You nodded nervously and repeatedly as you turned the doorknob to leave sprinting outside, noticing how much you had sweated.

And with that, you were proclaimed Luhan’s toy during his stay at the Crimson Aurora Hotel & Spa.

~~~

Today you looked prettier, if you had to say so yourself. Sehun - the ever so robotic in all his expressions - even winked at you that morning before you slapped his wide shoulder. You did make an extra effort to look better in a sense that everyone will notice. Even Luhan, who instead of watching what you were serving him, was scanning at your face and your choice of lipstick and your little silk scarf around your neck.

“And that’s the dark matcha tea you asked for.” You announced, trying to find a small place to put it on the table filled with goodies.

“The shade of brick red lipstick suits you better than the coral one you wore yesterday.” Luhan simply stated earning him a spillage of the very same matcha tea you were announcing.

His beautiful fingers were the victim this time. You heard him hiss in pain as your paralysed self from the compliment and the accident couldn’t cope.

“Luhan-ssi!” You took his hand in yours. “I’m so so so sorry! Please follow me so I can give you some cream to treat the burn, or do you prefer going to the hotel’s doctor?”

Luhan had an expression that felt like he was shifting to a werewolf and chop your neck off your body, however he just followed you in silence. You entered the staff bathroom taking his hand placing it under the cold water. You looked for the first aid kit the bathroom was equipped with finding a burn’s gel. You applied it in silence avoiding making eye contact despite how he hadn’t stopped looking at your face for a second.

“You’re screwed.” Luhan held your name tag to read your name. “You really are. If you didn’t know, I have a photoshoot for Boucheron today, and it’s none other than rings I’m endorsing.”

A/N: Thanks for reading and enjoying this collab. Please don’t forget to check the other writers out @xiubaek-13​ @leewalberg​ @taem-min​​​ @ouvuo​ @dreamylittlesugarcube​ @jxstadaydreamer​​ @yourkeeperoftherunners​ @sojuri​ and @ninibears-erigom​

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Whenever the weather took a turn toward winter, and you had to pull your coat out of the back of your closet, and you noticed the couples outside huddling against each other for warmth while you shivered and shoved your gloved hands into your pockets, you remembered Luhan.

It was silly how you could spend hours mulling over your handful of memories. You were embarrassed by how you could recall him in perfect detail despite the years that should have blurred your memory, ashamed by how you could miss somebody you barely knew.

By now you accepted the fact that he likely didn't remember you, and if he did, those brief (likely one-sided) romantic encounters probably meant much more to you than they ever did to him. As you packed for your annual trip home for the holidays, you realized there was something beautiful about keeping Luhan safe in your memories, even if you never got to see him again.

You never considered how you would react if your paths ever crossed; so when you noticed him at the baggage claim in the airport near your hometown, you were paralyzed by the deafening throbbing of your heart. Although he was several years older than the boy in your memories, there was no mistaking him-- but would he recognize you so easily?

When you found your suitcase and saw that you would have to pass Luhan to claim it, you could have said something to express how you thought of him. But if he didn't remember you, would you ever again be able to recall him fondly? In the end, you decided that you couldn't bear that possibility, so you merely muttered a polite, "Excuse me," as you brushed by him, grabbed your suitcase, and raced out of the airport before you could do anything you would regret.

All the while, you were agonizingly aware that you would definitely later hate yourself for letting him slip away without so much as stealing one final glance, but you couldn't gather your courage until you heard his voice calling behind you, "Excuse me-- please wait!"

You stilled to allow him to catch up and ask, "Is your name Y/N?" When you only nodded, using all of your strength to avoid his magnetic gaze to instead stare down at your feet, Luhan wondered aloud, "Do you not remember me? Or do you just happen to look like a girl I used to know?"

Without hesitation, you replied, "I remember you." And after swallowing a deep breath, you willed yourself to look at his face, which was somehow more beautiful than you remembered. Breathless because of the swelling of your heart, you explained, "I just can't believe I'm actually seeing you." "It's been a long time," Luhan nodded. Then, perhaps feeling the same urge to apologize for the passage of time, he sighed. "I could have been better about getting your phone number before I moved, but you seemed too young for me at the time."

Just as you would have all those years ago, you rolled your eyes at his remark about your age difference and pointed out, "You're barely older than me, Luhan." "Ah, so you do remember my name!" Luhan beamed and leaned forward against his suitcase. Before you could respond, he pulled his ringing phone out of his pocket. He pouted apologetically and said, "I'm sorry-- I have to go. But could I get your number?"

"I dunno." You stiffened, frightened by the idea of a present-tense relationship with someone you spent so many years idealizing. But when his frown yanked at your heart, you played your reluctance off as a joke. "I'm still younger than you, ya know, and I always will be."

Luhan laughed. "I never thought I would have to beg for you to like me, Y/N. When did you stop being the bold one? It's hard to believe you're the same girl who kissed me on that school field trip--"

"Hey!" Your jaw dropped as you swiped at his arm. "I never kissed you!"

"Oh yeah, you're right," Luhan teased as a playful smile etched tiny dimples on either side of his mouth. "Sorry, sometimes the daydreams and memories kinda blend together."

"Ah," you whined, chuckling airily as your cheeks glowed scarlet. "I liked it better when you were the shy one."

"You didn't scold me for wanting to kiss you, so I guess you're single." Luhan pulled his suitcase along as he started walking toward the doors and motioned for you to follow.

Your only response was, "You're perceptive. Especially considering how once upon a time, you didn't even realize I liked you." "Hey, that's not fair," Luhan frowned at your remark. "Nobody ever liked me before, so I didn't know why you followed me around so much."

You didn't believe for a moment that you were the first girl who ever liked Luhan, but that didn't seem like an observation to share at the moment. "Well," you said as you joined him outside of the airport, "now you know it's because I was hopelessly in love with you."

"Oh, is that it?" Luhan bit back a smile as he raised his eyebrows at you. A car horn blared just a few feet away, and Luhan said, "Ah, Y/N, I really have to go now. Time's up again."

You could only frown at Luhan's farewell and the sudden gust of wind that brought tears to your eyes. His hand brushed against yours before he brought it up to his lips.

You decided, "Maybe there's something romantic about saying goodbye."

Luhan narrowed his eyes at you, tilted his head, and challenged, "Maybe we've had enough romance, then."

And you didn't want to argue anymore, you didn't want to be afraid of losing your connection to the past you briefly shared with Luhan, and you didn't want to regret anything just in case you went another several years without seeing him, so you finally met him for a kiss. The warmth of his lips contrasted greatly against the sharp winter breeze; and when he pulled away too soon, the distance between you left you shivering.

Luhan looked up, a little frazzled. The elders hair was still wet from his shower, and the collar of his shirt was damp. “Oh no, I’m just not feeling that well.” “Seeing a flashhound like that on your first day isn’t the best for your appetite. You’ll get used to it. Just try to eat something, otherwise you’ll be hungry tonight.” Luhan nodded, and ate a little bit. It tasted good, but the will to swallow was lacking. He didn’t eat much, but it was something. He listened to the pleasant chatter of the others, how they smiled and seemed happy together. His mind couldn’t leave his family, who he’d never see again. Suddenly the dining room door opened, and Jongdae stepped him. Luhan looked at him, his wet hair, the loose tanktop and short he was wearing. He looked tired and sighed deeply. “Is there any food left I can take upstairs?” Minseok stood up immediately, grabbing a bowl and putting some food in there. He walked to Jongdae, handing him the bowl. “Eat well okay?” “Yeah.” He mumbled, eyes cast down. Luhan noticed his skin seemed irritated, like red blotches all over his arms and legs. “Thank you.”

***

At night Luhan wondered what had happened. With Minseok and Jongdae. The noise had obviously come from his room, and he didn’t seem okay when he came for the food. Minseok had gone to see him after dinner, seemingly not that well himself. The two seemed close, and Baekhyun mentioned they’d been inseparable after Jongdae joined them. It showed Luhan thought, like how Kyungsoo and Jongin seemed close. And strangely enough Lux and Yixing. The latter not in the same way, but the way she spoke to him differed so much from how the others did. Baekhyun and Suho however, seemed to have something going on, that didn’t sit well. The first was closer to Yixing, and the latter seemed to be content on his own really. He could hear them outside, some of them, playing catch like normal people. Luhan said he didn’t feel well and wanted to go to bed. So here he was, listening to their screaming and laughter. He got up, and pulled the curtains open, trying to see outside. It was getting dark, but he could clearly see the in the outside lighting. Lux was easiest to spot, she was wearing a pair of shorts and a long sleeved flannel. The flannel seemed strangely familiar, he was sure he’d seen it before. Her legs were long and well built, she must work out to keep her body like that. She threw the ball to Minseok, and ran a little. Luhan noticed something on her legs, it was a bit too dark and far away to clearly see. But it seemed like tattoos. Dark, defined, around the bottom of her legs, and the outer part of her thighs. She must really be into that sort of thing, if she had that many tattoos. Like this it almost seemed as if she was wearing a turtleneck. “Luhan!” Someone called, and he looked down. Baekhyun was waving underneath his window. “You should close the window because of the mosquitos!” he yelled. “Oh yeah, thanks!” he called back, and did just that. Only to get back to bed on top of the covers. It was warm, and clammy, especially with the window closed. Maybe he should open the door, but the again he didn’t want them to just be able to look into his room. So he kept it close, and slept with his shirt off on top of the covers.

There was a knock on his door the next morning that woke him. “Hmm.” He grumbled, turning over and wincing at the sweat sticking to himself and the covers. “What?” The door slowly opened, he heard it. But he was tired enough to not care. “I see they didn’t give you the memo, but I need you to get up and be dressed within the next 5 minutes.” He jumped off the bed, finding Lux leaning against his doorpost. She was dressed in tight leggings and a tight, sleeveless top. “Uhmm.” He stammered, looking at how the clothes hugged her figure. He noticed then, tattoo’s around her wrist, patterns similar to the one on her neck reaching halfway up her forearms, and ones covering her shoulder. “Listen, stop staring, get dressed, or you’re running two extra laps.” Her stare was hard. “NOW!” she barked, and he flinched, but quickly got off the bed. She moved to leave but he stopped her. “Wait!” “What?” “I don’t have anything to wear except what I came here in.” He said. Lux crossed both arms over her chest, looking him up and down, cocking her head to the side. She smirked a little. That’s when he noticed he was still shirtless, and she was obviously checking him out. So he opened his mouth and said; “Like what you see?” She shrugged. “Nothing I haven’t seen before. I’ll send Jongin up, you’d fit his clothes.” With that she was gone, and he sat back down on the bed. His clothes were all at his house, where they still had to go. He’d texted his mom that he’d be staying over for another night, and would be home today. Yixing had told him to say that. Tonight they would go to his mom. Tonight they would erase his parents memory of him. But they couldn’t erase his memory of them. “Hey.” Jongin opened his door. “Lux sent me, here, I hope it fits and all. Also, she’s not joking, be quick or you’ll face the consequences.” He joked, and jogged back outside. Luhan wasn’t completely sure what was going on, but he pulled Kai’s shirt and shorts on and quickly went outside. His nike’s would have to suffice for now. Once outside, he found most of them standing on the field in the shade of the mansion. All of them wearing workout clothes, and Minseok already had his shirt off and over his shoulder. The sun was warm, and beating down on him. Some of them were carrying weapons. Jongin had his bow strapped to his back, Kyungsoo’s swords were belted to his hips, and Baekhyun was holding a spear that reached to just under his shoulders. Lux was leaning against the wall, looking at her watch. “Because you’re new, I’m going to excuse you. But next time you’re late, I wont go easy on you.” “You don’t have to go easy on me.” He barked back. She chuckled, and Baekhyun whistled lowly. “Listen Luhan.” She said, strolling over to him. “Right now, it’s training time. This means that I am the boss. I abide by 5 rules. First, you listen to me at all times. Second, don’t ask me personal questions. Three, don’t try to provoke me. Four, don’t touch me if we’re not fighting. And five, don’t abuse Yixing.” Luhan stared at her, she was close, maybe one foot away. So she was their…trainer? He would have to learn how to fight from her? He’d seen her take down that thing, and she’d seem skilled. But for her to train them maybe seemed a bit odd? Wouldn’t it be better if Yixing did that. “Do you understand, Luhan?” “Yes.” He stated, nodding. She gave a curt nod, turning around. “Then follow.” Minseok came to walk next to him, chuckling under his breath. “What?” Luhan asked. “Oh, just…I can sense you’re not really okay with this. But it’s better to just listen to her, I mean…we do this 5 days a week. She can be brutal if she wants to.” He said. Luhan saw Kyungsoo Kai and Baekhyun moving away to the forest, taking another path than they were. Then he noticed Jongdae missing. “Where’s-“ “Jongdae? He’s not feeling well, he’s probably still sleeping. He’ll be up later today, don’t worry.” “Okay.” Lux said, when they reached a part of the field that was in the shadow of the trees. The air was cooler there, but Luhan knew this wasn’t going to be nice in the heat. “Today, because Luhan is new, you’ll be doing hand-to-hand combat and physical strength training.” Luhan felt kind of okay with that. He worked out regularly, so his physical strength should be good. “Okay.” He looked at Minseok and Junmyeon, and noticed that this must really be a regular thing for them. Both of them were shorter than he was, but more muscular. Minseok not wearing a shirt made it easy to notice. But Junmyeon’s shirt didn’t give away of his arm muscles, probably a sword user? Lux moved to something in the shade, and Luhan recognised it as a large tire. “Let’s start with checking how strong you are.” She pushed it over with her legs, it landed on the floor with a hard thud. “This tire, I want you to push it over to the house and back. As fast as you can, no rolling.” She grabbed a stopwatch from around her neck. Minseok pushed him forward, “go go.” Luhan walked to the large object, and knelt to put his hands under the bottom. He’d done this before, but never this far, and fast. “Okay, three, two, one, start!” she called, and Luhan pulled the thing up. It was heavier than expected, and he groaned loudly. Pushing it over was easier, but he had a long way to go. Every lift strained on his back and arm muscles, his core ached by the time he was back. She seemed unimpressed, clicking a button on her stopwatch. “We got some work to do here I guess.” “He’s not as bad as Jongin and Kyungsoo were.” Junmyeon shrugged. “He’s got some muscle on him.” “If it takes him this long to do this, wielding a sword will be way out of his league. You should know this Junmeyon.” She stated, meanwhile not paying attention to Luhan the slightest. Sweat was dripping down Luhan’s forehead, sun beating down unrelenting. “Let me see you do it.” He said to Lux, slightly angry at her comment. She turned to him with her eyebrows raised. “Me?” “Yeah you.” He growled. Minseok opened his mouth to speak but Lux pointed at him. “I know you like him, but you don’t get to speak for him now Min.” She turned back to Luhan, taking the stopwatch off and throwing it to Junmyeon. “I will do this, to show you were you need to get. Do understand though, that my situation your situation are different. I use bows and small blades, I don’t need the body strength that you will need. But anyway, let me show you.” She cracked her knuckles and her neck, bending down to reach the bottom of the tire. “Junmyeon, do you mind?” The other nodded. “Ready, set, go.” She started, and every movement she made seemed easy. The lift, the push, the steps. Her arms flexed, but she made no apparent sounds. Luhan saw her calf muscles through the fabric of her leggings, her body did this as if it was second nature. She reached back to the starting point in probably half the time he had. “So.” She said, wiping a bit of sweat of her forehead. “Let’s get to the real job.” Luhan chewed the inside of his cheek, but followed along. “You’re sparring with Junmyeon it’ll be easier for you to learn than with Minseok. Junmyeon uses a sword, like you will, Kyungsoo told me about that. Minseok uses a lance, their movement and core strengths are different than what you will need to achieve.” She was wearing fingerless gloves, he now noticed. “Basic’s of hand to hand combat techniques we use start with the stance and deflecting. If either of those are bad, you will not stand a chance against any opponent.” There was a question in swirling in his mind, but he didn’t need to get butchered for asking it. “Minseok and I will show you.” She said, and he pliantly followed. He actually seemed to be enjoying it. He hung his shirt on a nearby branch and took place across from her. Minseok lightly spread his legs, one foot forward, his hand out in front of him. “There are certain points where your balance is weaker than others. Most of your strength will come from your core and thighs here. You need to be able to swing and deflect without toppling over or ever slightly loosing balance.” She pushed Minseok’s shoulder roughly. “Your weight in on the foot you have behind, for this reason.” She positioned herself across from him now, taking a similar position. Then she swung, Minseok deflected, taking a hit at her which she dodged. “Keeping your weight on that leg will allow you to move forward, and backwards quickly. Yes?” Luhan nodded, this was all basics right? “Let’s try it, mirror him.” She said, getting up straight. He looked at Minseok, trying to mimic his position, which seemed fairly easy. So he leant back slightly, and looked at Junmyeon. “Like this.” Junmyeon looked him up and down, and came closer to push his foot slightly further away. “That is okay I guess.” “You guess?” He shrugged. “You’ll have to get to know your body the right way. Each of us stands slightly different due to weak and strong points.” “He’s right.” Lux said. “Me and Minseok, are both more agile and Junmyeon. We don’t stand as strong, we need our movement. Junmyeon needs a stronger stance, so his core strength is better.” Luhan nodded again, and turned his attention to Junmyeon who got into position. “I’m going to swing at you, try and deflect me. I won’t actually hit you, so don’t worry about that. Your main goal is to not fall or loose balance.” “Okay.” The first swing came near his head, so he deflected and moved. The second one was harder, but he was still standing. That’s when Junmyeon came from lower, and he had to deflect differently. The force of the punch sent him staggering back a little. “It’s his legs, not his core Lux.” Junmyeon stated. Lux nodded, deftly deflecting Minseok as if it was nothing. Luhan watched them, it seemed almost as if she was dancing. She seemed natural, sharp movements that seemed to flow together with Minseok’s. “I’ll have to be able to do that?” “You’ll get the hand of it.” Junmyeon said, ushering him back into his spot to try again. After a long time of trying, and falling, and deflecting, and staggering, he got the hand of it better. His shirt was sticking to his skin, slick with sweat, and he was panting. Junmyeon seemed in a better state, so did all three of the others actually. But he did get around to deflecting about 5 or 6 blows until he got a bit out of balance. His body was going to hurt tomorrow though. “I’m hungry.” Luhan said, when they took a moment to rest. Suddenly a flash of white appeared, and he found something on top of his body. He screamed for a second, scared, a warm tongue lapping at his face. “What?!” “Nanuk, down!” a stern voice said, and what appeared to be a huge white dog moved off of him. “I’m sorry, she likes new people.” Yixing came over, holding an empty leash, a tennisball, and a bag with something in it. Lux was laughing slightly and he fought the urge to glare at her. “Is this your dog?” Luhan pet the excited puppy between it’s ears. It’s fur was really soft and it barked up at him. “Yeah, she’s a little over a year old now. Her name is Nanuk.” Yixing said almost proudly. “Here.” Out of his bag, Yixing grabbed an apple, handing it to him. He gave the others one too, Lux got a peach. “You should eat, you’ll need it. I’m going to find the others. Are they at the training grounds?” Lux nodded, liking juice off her fingers. “Yeah, balance I think.” Yixing nodded, clapped his hands, and Nanuk followed with her tail wagging in the air. “We got him a dog to teach him authority.” Minseok said, taking a bite our of his apple. “He’s doing pretty well.” Luhan nodded, finishing his apple and throwing it into the woods, like Junmyeon had. “So, was this it?” Lux chuckled. “No, let me go fetch the punching bags.” She ran off, towards the shed, returned in no time with 6 black bags. “Modern materials are really convenient. You’re pairing up with me Luhan, for height reasons.” He nodded again, really not minding it. “I’ve done something like this before.” He boasted. “Okay, if you’re so sure of yourself, show me what you got.” She slipped her hands into two bags and held them up, placing her feet steadily on the floor. Luhan took easy swings, punching the bags with as much force as he could while trying to keep form. She didn’t really complain, steadily holding her place. He wondered if he could unbalance her, but it seemed unlikely. She seemed generally unaffected by it, Luhan could feel her strength in the little give she had when his fist met the punching bag. She was intently watching his movement, correcting him where needed. He was glad she wasn’t complaining. Junmyeon and Minseok were steadily going as well, and they both had their shirts of by now. Luhan contemplated taking his off, it was drenched in sweat with the temperature just going up and up. “Okay, switch.” Lux said, dropping her hands. “Your form can use a bit of work, but your strength and speed is good. Here.” She handed him the bags, but he managed to peel his shirt of his skin first. She wasn’t impressed, still holding out the things. He took them from her, sliding his hands in and feeling they were still warm and slightly sweaty. Well that must just be the norm he guessed. “Okay.” Luhan held them up, and she slightly came to adjust him. When she took the first swing Luhan understood why they’d practiced the stance first. She packed a punch, really, the force behind her swing was quite big. He stood strong though, trying not to waver too much. Something told him she was holding back. There was a small smirk playing on her lips, and he wondered what she was thinking about. “Okay, drop guys.” She said, she wiped sweat of her forehead, and pulled her black hair together to tie it away in a bun. “Let’s do kicks last.” Lux grabbed a larger bag, fitting her hand inside and holding it up horizontally. Junmyeon and Minseok explained him the mechanics of the certain kicks. Twisting, almost jumping. This was out of Luhan’s comfort zone, Minseok and Junmyeon seemed more flexible to do this. Lux laughed when he lost balance and stumbled to the ground. “You okay there lil fledgeling?” He glared at her. “Don’t talk to me like I’m some baby.” He grumbled, and she raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, you heard me. Who are you even? You’re not one of us, that can’t be Baekhyun told me.” She scoffed. “Who I am, is none of your concern Luhan.” “You’ve been looking at my like I can’t do shit every time I fall or stumble. You can’t expect me to be a pro at this the first day.” Minseok grabbed his arm. “Luhan.” He tried. “No, for real.” He shook his arm out of the elders grip. “What the fuck is your problem?” Lux dropped the bag, standing up straight. She cracked her neck. “Strength Luhan, isn’t built on love and compassion. It’s build with fear, and anger. So if you want to be up to the task, to kill the most dangerous demons known to this day, you will listen to me. You will do as I say, when I say it. I don’t care how much it hurts, or how much it burns. Cry, scream, I don’t fucking care. But I’m not going to show you my compassion. I am your trainer here, not your friend.” She was standing toe to toe with him, her breath fanned his cheek. He could smell the sweat lingering on her skin. The authority that seeped from her made him only want to fight back more. He gritted his teeth. “I am not going to let someone talk to me like that.” “Then prove to me, that you are the son of Gabriel. I won’t have to.” She cocked her head to the side, tongue darting out to lick her lips. “Now run.” She commanded, voice low. “What?” “Run, two laps, round the perimeter.” She barked, pointing behind him. For a moment, he stared her down, waiting to see what she’d do. The force behind her eyes tho, her glare, it sent shivers up his spine. So he decided to step back, and run. He didn’t look back. He followed the edge of the woods, running out his anger and frustration at her. Who the fuck did she think she was, talking down on him. Why had he listened, why was he running. But he was going to show her he could, so he ran as fast as he could. His whole body was aching and his lungs were burning for air by the time he finished the first lap. He pushed on, feet driving into the grass and sweat running down his skin. The second time he reached home Lux was holding her stopwatch. He was panting, almost wheezing, these laps weren’t small either. Lux pushed him a little, and he stumbled to the side. “Hey!” he grumbled. “Tire, one more time.” She said, pointing at the thing on the floor. “Can’t.” He panted, doubled over. “Push yourself Luhan, do it.” She said again. “Prove it to me.” He groaned, getting up, moving to the tire and starting. Everything was aching so bad and he wondered how he was going to live tomorrow. But he pushed, and he pushed, until he no longer could. He turned at the mansion, and looked her, she was staring him down, daring him to do it. So he did, lifting the tire again and again till be reached her feet. He dropped it, loudly. But his body was done, overworked, and he felt his stomach turn. Luhan moved toward the trees, and emptied the contents of his stomach. Which wasn’t much. A hand rubbed up and down his back. “It’s okay, you did great.” He stood up straight, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, drinking water from the bottle Minseok offered. His eyes fell on Lux, who smirked at him and shook her head. “We’re done for today.” “That’s it?” Luhan asked. “What?” she turned around to face him, already in the process of walking away. “No good job or whatever?” She rolled her eyes. “If you want praise Luhan, don’t come to me.” With that she walked away and Luhan was left standing with the two others. Junmyeon spoke first. “You can try and get compassion out of her but you won’t get it during training.” “She did seem a lot nicer yesterday.” He grumbled. “She is nice, really. But her ways of training are…particular.” Minseok said, patting him on the back and walking with them to the mansion. “You’ll get used to it, don’t take it personal. Also, you might want to learn how to bite your tongue.” Luhan sighed. “Are you showering first, or me?” “Oh, you can use ours.” Minseok spoke. “I’ll use Jongdae’s bathroom. He didn’t train so it shouldn’t be occupied. I should check on him anyway.” They all toed off their shoes by the back door and followed the stairs to their rooms. Minseok knocked on Jongdae’s door and slipped inside quietly. “They are really close aren’t they?” Luhan asked Junmyeon. He nodded. “Jongdae has a rough past, he needs someone patient like Minseok. Someone to mellow him down.”

Luhan showered, and got dressed in more of Jongin’s clothes. He’d have to come along tonight, now to his parents house. They’d take his clothes he needed, things he wanted to keep. And then Yixing would erase his existence of the earth. He walked outside, where Lux and Yixing were waiting by one of the cars. She war wearing skinny jeans and a simple white t-shirt. He saw the tattoo’s, on her arms, her neck, her chest. Each time he looked at them they seemed more strange, almost scary. But somehow it suited her, like it was part of her. “Are you ready?” Yixing asked. Luhan shook his head. “I don’t think I ever will be though.” His skin crawled with guilt, with sorrow yet to come. He missed them already even though they weren’t gone yet, but he got into the car anyways. Being a Nephilim, somehow it felt right, like it fit. He felt at home with them. “We have to do this, we’ll all be here for you. You won’t be alone.” Yixing said to him, squeezing his shoulder. “Let’s get in the car.” They all got in, Lux in the drivers seat. She drove more normally this time, keeping somewhat to the speed limit. Nobody really spoke, and Luhan didn’t know what to say. Lux spoke up when they reached he highway. “Luhan, call your mom, and tell her you’re coming home to pick up some stuff with a few friends. That you’ve decided to stay with us.” “Why?” Luhan said, surprised. “Why do I have to lie to her?” “Because we can’t just barge in.” “I’m not lying to her.” “You’re not lying.” She shrugged. “We are going to pick up your stuff.” Luhan crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m not calling her.” Yixing turned around in his seat. “Luhan, listen. If you mom isn’t home we have a problem and have to come again another time. Please just call her.” The angel looked at him. “I know what, bargain with me.” Lux intervened. “Yixing, don’t do it.” “No, I want to hear what he has to say. Isn’t that what they all do, bargain?” Yixing motioned for Luhan to continue. This could be interesting. “Tell me about Lux, who is she?” Yixing frowned, pushing his glasses further up his nose. “If that is what you want to know. She’s a hunter, of Michael’s guard.” “Michael’s guard?” Lux sighed loudly, groaning like a little kid, and it made Luhan satisfied. Yixing continued, turning forward to look at the road as he spoke. “Michael, one of God’s Archangels, my brother, was the leader of God’s army. He had his own specialised guard. They, are the only angels who’ve met the Cambia before. Michael sent them out to find them and kill them.” “So why are we still doing this?” Luhan asked. “Because they all died.” Lux grumbled. Luhan was silent, not sure of what to answer. “What?” “There were 20 of us, only 2 survived. We weren’t strong enough to fight them.” “So you’ve met these…Cambia?” She nodded, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “Which is why I’m training you. I have first hand experience, I know what you need to do. What you need to be capable of.” That made a lot of sense, and it was probably why she had all those marks on her skin. “But…if you couldn’t do it, why would we be able to?” “We are mere soldiers, I am 1 out of a thousand angels who happened to be better at fighting than the average. But you guys, you are made to be a team, to work together and beat these guys. Once you are all enkindled, you will feel it. You draw power from each other, from being together. You will do it, I’m sure.” She calmly spoke, taking a turn off the highway. “Luhan, call your mother, please.” Yixing asked again. “Okay.” He called his mom, told her they’d be over. She was happy to see him again, and Luhan almost got tears in his eyes at the sound of her voice. His mom mentioned that his dad wouldn’t be home. This meant he’d never get to see his father again…ever. He hung up and leant his head against the window. “What if one of us dies?” Luhan mumbled. “Huh?” Yixing asked. “If one of us dies, what happens?” Yixing sighed, a deep, old man, sigh. “You will feel it, it’s an unbearable loss. But you’d have to push on, for the one you lost. I will make sure this doesn’t happen though, I promise.” Luhan nodded and closed his eyes for a bit.

When Yixing woke him, they were in his street, the car parked in front of his house. “We’re here Luhan, come on.” His voice was gentle, and he stayed by his side as they got out of the car. Luhan unlocked the front door and stepped inside, Lux was quiet behind them. “Mom? I’m home!” He called, and he heard footsteps from upstairs. “Luhan, hey sweetie.” Her voice was calming, and she hugged him tight. “How have you been. Who are your friends?” “This is Yixing, and this is Lux.” His mom smiled at both, shaking Yixing’s hand first and moving to Lux. “Aren’t  you a pretty girl.” To his surprise Lux smiled and mumbled a thanks.  “Come in, come in. Would you like something to drink?” Luhan followed his mother to the kitchen to make tea. He hugged her, and she was surprised. “Luhan, are you okay?” She ran her fingers through his hair. “I love you mom, you know that right?” he mumbled. She nodded. “Of course.” “Tell dad I love him, yeah?” “Sure sweetheart.” “I’m going to pack my things, I’ll be back.” He moved through the door and upstairs, to his room. The light blue wall, the ugly bed spread, his language books and school diploma. It made him feel nostalgic and sad, he’d never see this room again. It would all be gone when Yixing did his thing. Erase the world of him. He shivered, and sat down on the bed. Why him, why this whole thing. Couldn’t he just be normal and go back? Apparently not, because they’d come for him. He touched the almost healed wound under his lip, thinking of when they’d kidnapped him. It was real, he’d seen the hound, he’d seen Yixing’s armour. This wasn’t some hoax. He pulled his suitcase from under his bad, and started packing the things he thought he’d need most. His favourite clothes, workout clothes, shoes, whatever. He carried it down the stairs, and asked Lux for the keys, so he could take it outside. It felt like everything was swirling. Like he was in a haze. Maybe this wasn’t real after all, and he’d wake up tomorrow morning in his bed. In his bed and at home, with his parents near and everybody happy. The moment he closed the trunk he felt something eerie on his skin. His vision wavered for a second, and he heard the sound of a door. “It’s done.” Yixing spoke, standing by the car with Lux. He hadn’t seen them come out. “We have to go soon. The activity will show up, they will come here to check.” “Oh.” Luhan said, not sure of what to do. He just stared at his house for a second. Was it really that easy? “I…okay.”

A/N: Thank you for reading, please love this series. Let me know if you liked it :3

"I said off, Han." You take his arm and drop it on his lap. He was always annoying you like that but what could you do. He was your brother's best friend; besides he wasn't exactly doing anything bad. Your brother enters the room and sits himself on the other side.

"Oppa, Han won't stop bothering me." You whine, eyebrows furrowed in anger. Minseok looks at his friend with his eyebrows furrowed. "Luhan, I let you move in because I knew you were familiar with her temper." Minseok says casually as if he didn’t just call his little sister short-tempered. He’s so used to you two fighting, that line comes smoothly out of his mouth as if it was a line in a script. Luhan stares at my brother as if he hadn't done anything. "I didn’t do anything!" Luhan yells out, betrayal written across his forehead. You purse your lips in annoyance of his stupid face. You flick your finger on his forehead; he’s just so annoying. Satisfied with his surprised reaction, you return your attention to the drama.

Pak! "Oppa!" You whine as you rub your palm on your forehead. The guy freaking flicked your forehead! Your brother sighs and stands up in defeat. "You," He points at my rival, then at me. "And you." You gulp, you have never seen your brother this mad at you before. He was always on your side when it came to Luhan. Fuck.

"It's been two weeks since Luhan moved in and you still haven't learned how to get along. So," He stops and glares at both of you. "I'm going out and when I come back, you two better be in peace. If not, I'll make you two bond. "

“I’m not staying here with the annoying monster here.” You say, crossing your arms in protest. There’s no way Minseok would actually do this to you. Besides, his idea has flaws. You could just leave and come back when he does.

“Yeah, I don’t wanna stay in a room with the loud-mouth goat either.” Luhan says nonchalantly as if he didn’t just insult you. You stand beside him, mouth slightly agape as he continues to glare at his best friend.

“I don’t care. If we’re all going to live together, I want you my baby sister and best friend to get along. Bye.”  Minseok exits the apartment, leaving you alone with the annoying Luhan.

“19 and I’m still being treated this way.” You mumble as you head to your room. You’re not staying alone with him. If he continues to be frustrating, you’re a hundred percent sure someone is going to get physically hurt by the end of the day.

"Where are you going? He said we have to bond!" He follows you to your room and jumps when you slam the door shut. Luhan rolls his eyes and knocks on the door aggressively. You change into your jeans and slip on a jacket before opening the door wide. Luhan stumbles and almost falls on top of you before using his arm to settle on the door frame and stop himself from doing so.

“You’re an idiot.” You roll your eyes at his actions and proceed to leave your room. You’re putting on your shoes when you realize that this idiot isn’t following behind you to stop you. He stares at you from afar and shrugs before walking away to the couch to continue watching the drama. You’re shocked to say the least. This is probably the only time he leaves you alone and chooses not to irritate you.

You’re about to leave when something in your head tells you to glance at him. You do as your mind tells you and find him sitting on the couch with a smile on his face. You watch as his mouth widens at a joke Barney said on the show and suddenly, that smile didn’t annoy you as much. In fact, it was very cute. You frown, that thought has never came into your mind before.

As if he felt your stare, Luhan looks back at the front door to see if you’ve left, only to be surprised by your eyes staring back at you. No glare, just a curious regard. This is the first time you’ve ever looked at him without annoyance.

“Hey Han…” You call out to him quietly, unsure how he’ll respond to this crazy request you’re about to ask.

“Yeah?” He asks, sceptic of what you’ll say.

“Wanna go out with me?” The words come out surprisingly natural, as if you’d been dying to ask him this question after all this time.

Luhan stands up from where he’s sitting and approaches you with a blank face. You can’t read him. What if you made a mistake? What if you just embarrassed yourself in front of your brother’s best friend? You shut your eyes in embarrassment, you basically confessed to finding him cute. You admitted to finding your arch nemesis cute.

You watch as Luhan gets up and walks closer and closer to you with a blank face. You can’t read him. You never could.

“Actually, never mind. I change my mind.” You say as he becomes an arm away from you. He’s towering over you and you can’t help but feel so stupid for admitting anything to him. You shut your eyes as you feel his face approach yours. You bite down on your lip nervously and turn your head slightly to face another direction. You hear Luhan release a scoff until he’s full on a giggling mess in front of your face. You frown and take off your shoes swiftly so you could leave this embarrassing moment. Luhan’s eyes widen and quickly grabs your arm before you could do anything. He can’t let you leave just like that. Not when his tiny crush just asked him out.

He tugs your arm and you find yourself trapped in his arms.

“I’d love to go out with you.” He smiles down at you. “I’ve always wanted to.”

Before he could say anything else, you pull him down and place your lips on his. Luhan smiles between the kiss at the thought of finally getting to kiss you. He never thought he’d ever get the chance to be with you because of your hatred of him but here’s proof that you didn’t hate him to that extent.

“So now what? Do we have to like… hold hands now?”

“Don’t cry, because your tears won’t make this situation any better.” He lifted your chin with his fingers. “In my room in an hour. I know just what will make me feel better.”

“Luhan-ssi.” You called him before he left the bathroom, not knowing why or what you wanted to say.

“What? Are you scared? Don’t fucking tell me that you don’t like it. You know you’re dying to come to my room.” He caged you between his extended arms and the wall once again. “You like it, you want it, you’re enjoying it.” Luhan spoke confidently, watching how his glorious Adams apple bobbed up and down as he spoke - a place you decided to focus your gaze on while he went on his attack - safer than his eyes, you thought.

“I don’t understand, Luhan-ssi. What do you want from me?”

“You don’t understand? Or you want to hear me say it?”

“I thought you said that I’m…”

“Yes you are, but who said I don't enjoy marking all this goodness?” His hands travelled your bum cupping your buttcheeks harshly. “I guess you really deserve this, don’t you think?”

“Luhan-ssi, this is not appropriate.” You pressed your hand over his chest, not quite pushing him.

“Fine.” He moved away. “Go report me for sexual harassment. If I were you I would.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “This is totally wrong, everything I’m doing. It could cost my fame, my money and a few years in prison, admittedly… unless you’re enjoying it and I’m making you wet as we speak.”

Your eyes widened, wondering when did all this escalate to this and how, and weren’t you already out of the bathroom calling Taeyong from security.

“If you’ll excuse me.”

“In an hour, my room, and pray that my fingers are fine by then, for the photoshoot and to…” he pushed his tongue on the inside of his cheek, crocking an eyebrow.

You got out of the bathroom fanning yourself. You left the restaurant altogether and just headed out with no aim other than to get out of there.

“Hey! Noona! Are you alright?” It was Jongin removing his headphones when he saw you sprint out of the restaurant. “What’s wrong?”

By then you were a sobbing mess. Why did you feel so intimidated, scared, confused but also thrilled at the same time?

“Jongin~!” You whined.

“Oh my god? Are you crying?” He wrapped his arm around your waist. “Come to the spa, I don’t start for another hour. Tell me what’s wrong? If you’re stressed from workload, you know you have treatments with me for free.” He played with his eyebrows making you laugh at last.

You followed him inside thinking that it was already a good idea. The smell and the aesthetic of the place was instantly relaxing. Jongin didn’t waste time on putting some birds chirping music before coming to sit next to you on the reception couch.

“I don’t know what just happened. Someone has hinted something to me, I think, but he’s also scary, but he’s also so handsome, but he sounds like he’s weird shit despite how cute and innocent he looks.”

“What do you mean weird shit? Did he do anything you didn’t want him to do?”

“No… I mean I don’t know… Nothing happened yet, but he looks like he’s the kinky type, but…”

“Noona! You scared me! I thought he-”

“Jongin I don’t know… he’s just too beautiful. Tan and so pretty with that caramel coloured hair and… I’m just.” You pointed at yourself. “I’m just me!”

“Don’t say that! You’re beautiful! I’m also tan and pretty and have caramel hair and I’d totally…” He eyed you exaggeratedly. “So if it doesn't work out, come to Nini bear who appreciates you the way you are.”

“Kim Jongin!” You slapped his shoulder. “I'm This being serious right now. This is nothing like I expected a first date to go. I imagined something cute, smiles, a dinner proposal, holding hands, complimenting each other, a kiss after a movie. Instead he’s just suggesting and frowning and coming closer-” You stopped talking when you noticed Jongin’s proximity frowning exactly how you were describing.

“Something like this, noona?” He whispered into your ear.

“Yes?” You gulped feeling like a mouse. “KIM JONGIN!” You pushed him away watching him laugh out loud.

“Yep. Some guys like that shit, alright.”

“Is it normal?” You asked genuinely intrigued.

“He sounds like a dom to me. It’s also fun. I’m the total opposite. I like my ass to be whipped.” Jongin joked.

You shook your head in disbelief while laughing then getting lost in thought. “He’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, Jongin. He’s worthy of poetry.”

“Ouch, more beautiful than me?”

You laughed standing. “Thanks Jongin.” You hugged him. “I feel much better.”

“I also wanted to say that no wonder you got out of him all those feelings. You look stunning today.”

“Thanks, Nini.”

“You look stunning today because you wanted him to notice. Just play the game, noona, but don’t get hurt emotionally or physically or else I’ll kick his ass!”

“Jonginnie is so cute.” You walked to the entrance waving at Jongin pulling the door to leave. “Thank you, Nini.”

“Bye, noona!”

When the door was fully opened, you were stopped by another pair of horrendous GUCCI shoes, lifting your gaze until you met none other than Luhan standing, not aiming to enter and not aiming to let you pass.

“So is this the place you go to unwind when having a crappy day?”

“I- no… I was just…”

You heard Jongin walking to where you stood at the entrance. “Is everything alright, noona?” Jongin held the door, meeting Luhan, who darted his gaze from you to him. “Oh! Luhan-ssi himself here? Please come in.” Jongin welcomed thinking that he was just a mere customer.

Luhan scoffed, grabbing your arm and pulling you to his side. “No thanks. I have business to attend to.” He walked away forcing you to follow him.

You looked at Jongin that was by now cheering for you. “Fighting, noona!” He whisper-shouted.

But you knew this wasn’t like that at all. Luhan was already quite angry for all the hassle you’ve caused him till now. So you doubted he wanted to discuss anything nice with you.

“Luhan-ssi, I’m going to trip over. What's the matter?”

“What were you doing with that manwhore?” He stopped walking, making you aware that he was causing a scene in the hotel’s lobby. Even Baekhyun, who was supposed to end his shift and go for a much needed sleep, noticed.

“We’re being watched, please, Luhan-ssi.”

“Good morning, Luhan-ssi.” Greeted Baekhyun with his usual bubbly tone. “Is there anything I may assist you with?”

Luhan’s nostrils flared. “Do you mind? I’m trying to have a private conversation here.”

You facepalmed thinking that you could kiss your job goodbye. “I just need to fix some things with Luhan-ssi, Baekhyun, thank you.”

“Would you like me to speak to Junmyeon-ssi if there’s anything that needs to be attended to?” Baekhyun tried again.

Luhan pulled you to his side. “Yes, tell him that ___ has the day off.” He kept walking. “And I’d like not to be disturbed in my room.”

Baekhyun was one of those personalities that couldn’t hide his emotions or feelings, and the expression on his face and the smile from ear to ear told you that he had gotten almost the same idea - if not worse - that Jongin got. Everyone around you really. Everyone except for you who were terrified.

Luhan entered the elevator that had its doors opened dragging you with him. He pressed on his floor’s button turning to you, not hesitating to hold your chin firmly to look at his face.

“What’s happening? I really don’t understand.” You pleaded as your eyes widened.

“You break my toenail, you burn my fingers, me - a model - that lives off that.” He exhaled. “And what do you do? You run to that son of a bi-”

“Jongin is like my little brother, and we’re close like that. We tell each other things.”

“Aha.” Luhan forced your head to one side. “So as I was saying, it looks like you marked your way onto me, it’s only fair I mark my way as well. Don’t you think?”

“What do you mean- oh!” You petrified when you felt Luhan’s breath on your neck, and before you could process the whole situation you were in, he planted his lips biting softly before sucking harshly, releasing with a pop and admiring his work of art.

“What on earth?” You looked at yourself in the mirror. “What did you just do?”

“That shade of purple suits you.” Luhan smirked. “Now we’re almost even.”

The doors of the elevator opened after it danged when you arrived to his floor. You got out of the elevator before him trying to think straight. Trying to measure and understand what this situation was called. Did you hate it? Certainly not. Were you happy? Also no.

“What do you want, Luhan-ssi?”

“Don’t tell me I didn’t just make you wet to your knees.” He whispered over your ear as he rested his hand on your shoulder. “Follow me so I can mark every inch of your body. You know as well as me that you want me to fuck your brains out.”

“Excuse me?” You acted all offended. “Who said-” You ate your words when you watched him just leave your side walking to his room. Hand in pocket and with quite the triumphant air to him.

It bothered you. Luhan was annoying you and you didn’t want him to win. Yes, you convinced yourself that following him was just so you could regain your territory.

Luhan entered his room leaving the door open. You followed him closing the door behind you, but when once you thought you’d call him out on his bullshit, you found yourself hypnotised as he removed his blazer, an action he could model to perfection. Luhan had his guns out and wasn’t afraid to use them.

He turned to face you, his shit eating grin in place all while he unbuttoned his shirt excruciatingly slowly until he was bare chested. No, he wasn’t the bulky muscle type like Jongin or Sehun, but he was extremely attractive and fit, and he absolutely knew how to wow a woman into muting her down.

He followed by unbuckling his pants letting them fall just in time as he turned to give you his back. By now you had to look away, because he was shamelessly removing his boxer briefs, and just like that he was now completely naked walking towards the bathroom leaving you alone in the reception of his suite room.

“Luhan-ssi!”

“I can’t hear you.”

You took it as an invite to follow him, despite his butcheeks out and about, you watched how he entered the shower leaving the glass door wide open for you to watch him under the waterfall. A view that you never thought possible or real. He was breathtaking, his every move calculated and sexy as his hands ran slowly through his now wet hair.

“Why did you do this?” You fumed, demanding his attention.

“I really can’t hear you.” He teased.

You got closer, the spray wetting your face. “I don’t understand. I’m confused and I don’t like to be toyed with.”

Luhan opened his eyes when he moved his face out of the waterfall. He licked his lips before pulling you inside fully clothed and shoes still on. You screamed at the feeling of the ice cold shower, shivering under the water.

“Luhan-”

His lips crushed over yours turning the water off. It wasn’t in any way a tender or cute kiss, but a hungry, sloppy and needy one. He bit and nibbled on your lower lips before invading your mouth.

“Do you know what you’ve done to me?” He broke the kiss to speak over your lips as his eyes fixated on your widened ones. “You’ve caused me nothing but trouble since I arrived, but I can’t think of anything but to rip your insides. Cause you so much pain that you can’t walk for days. I want to bite your every corner, slap that ass of yours and make you cry for more.”

“Luhan-ssi.” You shivered. “My uniform is soaked, and I have to work.”

“You have nothing to do other than tend to me.” He concluded, following by ripping the buttons of your shirt. “Remove all this, I’m getting fed up with you.”

You gulped watching his menacing expression of really having no more patience. You wanted him, you wanted this, but you were also scared to screw up. This was nothing like you intended it to be, but also you didn’t want anything else but to have him.

Your hands slowly travelled to pull your shirt out of your skirt. You pulled it off your arms with difficulty due to being wet and stuck to your body. Luhan pulled you out of the shower harshly pushing the rest of your attire down. Once wearing nothing but your underwear and tights, he turned you around to press his chest to your back, getting ahold of your throat with a hand as the other one fished inside your undies, all while he forced you to see the reflection of both in the big mirror.

“You know what’s going to happen to you, ___?” He inquired, making sure to bite your earlobe as he inserted those words into your ear thoroughly.

“Luhan~” You whined, closing your eyes.

He couldn’t contain himself. He didn’t care being soaked as well as your underwear when he guided you back to the bedroom pushing you facedown to the mattress. You soon felt his weight after pulling your unnecessary garments down.

“How did you call my name like that?” You felt a very satisfying slap making you whimper. “How did you manage to do all this and still make me want more?” Another slap came along, this time feeling his hand between your legs.

“Luhan what do you want from me? Why me? Why is it like this? I need clear-”

“Instructions?” he interrupted you. “You need clear instructions? Start by going on your knees?”

“Luhan-ssi, please, wait a minute!” You turned to face him.

He was caging you with his arms looking down at you, the sexiest expression you’ve seen in your life all while you felt like an insect beneath him.

“Yes?”

“How-you’re so… beautiful.” You sighed caressing his face.

Luhan was surprised himself when he indulged in your touch. He closed his eyes, enjoying how your fingertips felt against his face. When all he imagined was just some shameless kinky sex, he found himself enjoying this new type of experience he’s never had.

He lowered himself, feeling his erection at your clothed entrance. All he did was just take you between his arms and bring you into a sweeter kiss this time. They were little pecks looking at your eyes and how they shined in satisfaction, daring to unclasp your bra to feel each other skin to skin.

Your legs entangled and your palms found each other and it was just the most vanilla love making he’s ever experienced. Loving the idea of such a feeling.

“And what am I going to do now without a uniform to wear, Mr. Supermodel?” You caressed his face again watching how he blinked before taking your hand and kissing it.

“Not wear a uniform I guess? You don’t have to work anymore, ever!”

“Luhan-ssi, Junmyeon-ssi is already understaffed. I can’t do that to him.” You reasoned while he let you play with his lips scar.

“Can we just not now?”

You felt Luhan getting hard again while he was already inside you. You held the nape of his neck to give that teasing lip scar another lick.

“I’ll obey your orders, Luli.”

~~~

You held the sheets at your chest embarrassed as you watched the on wheels clothing racks being organised right in front of your bed. You didn’t understand who these women were and why they were taking the liberty of doing such a thing.

“Who are you?” You asked looking right and left till you saw Luhan fixing his shirt.

“Take good care of her.” He demanded.

A woman approached you, and after making sure the sheet was well wrapped around you you followed her to the bathroom where the bath was prepared for you. She looked away letting you in, and once in she took your hands for a pedicure treatment. After your bath you were given all these clothing choices that you were asked to model for Luhan. You got out of the room where he was seated playing with his beautiful fingers to check how the new Boucheron collection looked on him.

After modelling a few outfits, you finally agreed on the olive green blazer and a pair of beige wide-legged dressy pants with its corresponding accessories.

Makeup was next and after two very long hours you were stunning to match Luhan’s beauty.

“So… Can I finally ask what’s all this? Where are we going?”

You let Luhan kiss your forehead offering you his arm. “We’re going to quit your job and take my jet that’s waiting for me. We’re going home, ___.”

“Luhan-ssi?”

“Just Luhan, I’m not Korean so those honorifics are not even relevant.”

“Luhan? Just Luhan?” You giggled covering your mouth shyly.

“Would you like to marry this annoying deer? I’ll let you break and burn anything you want if you keep sweet loving me the way you did.” He asked, placing a twin Boucheron ring matching his own on your finger.

Epilogue:

“Yes, yet another impeccable employee left us. I might as well change the hotel name to “Find your other half Hotel & Spa.” Junmyeon threw his hands in the air.

He was embraced by his beloved, kissing his flushed cheeks. “That’s actually not a bad marketing idea, Myeonnie.”

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A/N: I hope you liked Luhan’s story and are looking forward to all the rest of the writers and well as enjoy the other stories.

Seriously how did you end up in this situation? Libraries were supposed to be for studying, or reading or researching. They were not supposed to be like this. You were not supposed to be this excited when surrounded by aisles and aisles of books. You remembered going to the library when you were at school. It was the place where you had to whisper and be quiet. It was where you chose to go during lunch breaks so that you could read. It was the place where the other kids flocked to on rainy days for shelter or hot days to take advantage of the air conditioning.

During university the balance shifted. Your love of the library dwindled when you spent so many hours there studying and researching. College dorms were not the ideal place for peace and quiet so the library was like your second home. You even had the best spot picked out, it was up the far back left corner of the fourth floor. The elevator was always broken so the odds of anyone dragging themselves up all 4 sets of stairs just to be loud and annoying was rare. The only books up here were on social theory and crime and you knew damn well that 80% of them were also on the first floor in the criminal law or sociology section.

There was one problem though. One very distracting problem and his name was Luhan. You knew who he was, it was difficult to live at a college dorm and not hear about Luhan. Girls flocked to him and guys wanted to be him. The guy was attractive, unfairly so, a top notch soccer player, a killer dancer and a seemingly overconfident ladies man. Tales of his conquests were a weekly occurance in your dorm. Until two weeks ago you’d never met the guy but you kind of hated him. Well, you hadn’t officially met him until two weeks ago, but you had acknowledged his existence at the odd mixer or frat party when your friends dragged you along to them. Two weeks ago everything changed. Two weeks ago he expanded your knowledge of exactly what one could do in the secluded aisles of the fourth floor. As it turned out, the answer was a lot.

Two weeks ago you’d been following your normal routine - finish classes, grab a snack and head to the library, climb the stairs and study in peace in your favourite spot - when he showed up. At first you were shocked that someone other than library staff and you even knew there was a fourth floor. Then you were annoyed at the idea of your space being violated, a feeling that you quickly squashed because it wasn’t really your space, it was public space and how were you to know if it wasn’t a like minded individual who wanted to escape the lower levels where study was surrounded by distractions.

You looked up from your books and watched the figure that was coming up the stairs. Disheveled brown hair was the first thing you spotted, followed by a face that did not belong on a human male. It was so youthful and angelic with doe eyes and inviting lips. He looked up when he reached the top of the stairs and your eyes met. You inclined your head as a way of greeting and he did the same before disappearing into the aisles.

You shook your head and tried to focus back on your paper but it was no use. You found yourself glancing around the aisles from your seat trying to spot him. He’d appear with a book in hand at the end of one aisle before disappearing again. Get a grip. You have a very important paper to write. Stop gawking at the stupidly attractive guy. You mentally scolded yourself and forced yourself back to writing.

In your periphery you spotted the white and black of his varsity jacket as he sat at the end of the table, placing a few books in front of him. You glanced at him as he slumped into the seat, his pen dangling from his mouth. STUDY.

You stared at your paper. You’d been right in the middle of fleshing out your argument for the decriminalisation of prostitution when the ultimate distraction had ascended the stairs. The essay had to be five thousand words and you planned to use each and every one of them. Most of the students would go the easy route, opting to simply support keeping it illegal. You found it much more interesting to counter that argument by not only debunking the popular myths and taboos about sex work but by also offering a vision of how sex work might look if it was a legitimised, legal job. You’d bring up point for standard health and hygiene requirements for both workers and customers, applying taxes, job security, safer work environments and more. You refused to let him throw off your train of thought and by proxy, lower your grade.

In your mind the two of you started a game of cat and mouse over the course of the next week. You’d come up to study and write your paper and then he’d appear and do his best at distracting your thoughts by simply sitting at the table. You wondered if he knew how much strife he was causing you by simply existing.

***

“If you’re bored I can think of other ways to pass the time…”

You jumped, startled by how close his voice was to you. The last time you’d checked he was all the way down the other end of the table. Now he was sitting right next to you, leaning towards you, a certain look in his eyes.

“Wh-what makes you think I’m bored?” You grabbed your bottle and took a sip of your water to try and make your throat feel a little less dry.

A devilish little smirk formed on his face. “You’ve been staring into space for like the past twenty minutes. Usually you are either staring at your books or at me.” You choked on your water, almost spitting it across the table. “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”

“I’m not - I don’t - Why would -” Words were failing you and that only seemed to amuse him more.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“I just - How dare -”

He laughed. “Relax. I don’t mind.” He gestured at his face and winked at you. “I’m just that handsome.”

“And a little full of yourself.” You poked his shoulder as he feigned offense at your words.

“Seriously though, what’s got you staring into space? You’re usually more focused than that.” He leant on the desk, resting his head in his hands as he watched you.

“I’m stuck on one point on my essay. I know what I want to say but I can’t get the right words out.” He grinned and grabbed your hand, tugging it as he stood up, indicating for you to do the same.  He dragged you into one of the aisles and caged you between his arms. “What are you doing?”

“You need to empty your mind and lucky for you, I have multiple ways to help you do just that.” He pressed his body to yours and nipped at the exposed flesh of your neck, causing you to gasp.

“This is a library!”