让出了野兽。

[ " A man is but the product of his thoughts. What he thinks, he becomes. " ]

Every so often, there will come a time in a man’s life where he must learn how to take matters into his own hands and efficiently deal with the given scenario in an orderly fashion. If you were to take blood, sweat, and tears away from a man, then so be it, but if there was one thing you could not take from him, then it would be his pride. Despite having too much reliance on his significant other, Luhan feels that his pride was one of the few things that others couldn’t seem to retrieve from him. However, now that Joonmyeon had departed for a seven-day trip in Japan, what was he to do alone? This got him thinking—thinking of the way his uncle runs his father’s corporation and how the latter had only sought to a decision if it were beneficial to himself in the long run. It was a selfish move, and it upsets him to see his father’s name go down in a lacking stock because of it. When getting right down to it, the Prince made a solemn vow to himself that he’ll take his uncle down at any means necessary. Today, he leaves for Beijing.

His flight had been scheduled to leave in approximately twenty minutes, and to keep himself occupied for the time being, Luhan decides to hone his knowledge of everything that has taken place in his father’s business after his uncle had taken over as the CEO of the company—courtesy of his fiance’s caretaker, Mr.Han. He’s surprised to see that the company managed to withhold such a high position in the marketing industry, though the amount of negative feedback that circulated on the internet was endless, most had been directed towards his uncle.

"Sir Luhan, I’ve just received word that your uncle has gone into hiding. Apparently, he’s found out that you were returning to China. "

Interrupted by the distinct sound of another’s voice chiming into his ears, his gaze is redirected from the cellular device in his hand towards Mr.Han whom was speaking towards him. He finds it amusing how the elder insists on addressing him formally despite the years they’ve known one another; which had been when Luhan was no younger than a mere toddler himself. Nevertheless, that was neither here, nor there. For he has more important things to dwell about as of right now—his uncle.

"He’s gone into hiding?"

"Yes, it would seem so."

"Where was he last spotted and who was he spotted with?"

"I believe that he was last spotted outside of your father’s company, along with his assistant."

Pale lips were pressing into a thin line and silence was what filled the air that envelopes them. He’s always deemed his uncle as someone whom would much rather run away from his problems than confront them personally, which is why he never understood why his father had given such a coward the position he withholds today. However, if it had not been for his memory loss when he was a child, Luhan would have ended up as the CEO of the company—now that he’s regained each memory, perhaps he’ll be able to throw his uncle out of power.

"When we arrive in Beijing, I want you to inform Mr.Wu of my plans. Have him attain to my demands while I go out and look for my uncle."

"Very well. Will there be anything you need me to take care of?"

"Assist Mr.Wu. I would like for the two of you to work together."

"Understood."

He catches a glimpse of the time on his watch, they both had five minutes until the plane departed from Incheon Airport. So, he tucks his phone away into his back pocket and retrieves both his beverage and his traveling necessities, such as his passport and plane ticket. He hands over his ticket to the employer and flashes his passport before proceeding past the gates with Mr.Han and taking his seat. In three hours, he’ll be arriving in Beijing, China—returning to his home land after six months.

Prodded by serenity, he felt the need to break free from the walls that confined him and take a stroll outside. So his hands were tucked away into the pockets of his cotton jacket as he vacated from the luxury establishment of his home and into the ominous night, a trickle traveling down his spine at the sudden ambush of a night breeze that leisurely passes by him. Luhan isn't afraid of the dark—heavens, no. Sadistic as it may have sounded, he finds both thrill and excitement at the sudden surge of adrenaline that pumps through his veins whenever he's found himself caught in a situation where mischief emerges. Was it sickening? Perhaps to some. Was it common amongst others? Not likely. Whimsically, he chooses to turn right and proceed down the narrow pathway in an even and unhurried pace. Although he doesn't particularly care where his feet drags him, he hoped for it to be a nice and quiet desolated environment. 

Music is blaring against his eardrums and distracting him from the sequence of burdensome thoughts that sought to get the best of his mind, though today hadn't been one of those days where he dwells over such an insignificant introspection. 'There's a time a place for everything, but not now.' He tells himself. Eventually he finds himself facing an appalling scene—there's a creature of the night feasting off of what seems to be a defenseless mortal. Nothing odd about that, right? Luhan too, fall underneath the same category as the stranger, however he had enough self control to watch over his own actions.

The light drizzle greeted the world just as he was leaving from work that day. Baekhyun at first didn’t notice the rain, his mind being elsewhere, clouded with many thoughts. Did he leave enough water for Dubu? Did he remember to call and set up and appointment for his dog at the vet? Did he call his best friend earlier to remind her of an important event coming up for the both of them? All those thoughts and more invaded his mind, causing him to become oblivious to his surroundings.

He was sitting in the bench at the park across the street from his cafe when suddenly a drop of water fell on him. At first, Baekhyun failed to register exactly what it was. It wasn’t until a drop fell on his cheek, then another, and a few more rolled down his face that he realized, ‘Hey, it’s raining.’ It was needless to say that Baekhyun wasn’t the most keen when it came to noticing the environment around him. A soft sigh escaped his lips, one of calm content. He actually liked how the rain felt on his skin. Back when he was little, his mother would get mad because he would run off into the yard to skip around in the pouring rain. Sure, he would get sick afterwards, and his mom would lecture him, but he still loved the rain no matter what.

Baekhyun slowly got lost in his thoughts once more as he looked up with his eyes closed, allowing the rain to wash his face, the water feeling rather refreshing on his skin. It felt as though it was washing away all his worries, calming him in the process. He was there for a minute or so before the rain stopped, ‘That’s odd…’, he thought as he sat there on the bench, eyes still closed. A low chuckle was the one thing which stopped his train of thought, causing the petite pianist to open his eyes and stare up.

"Well, nice seeing you again, Baekhyun."

The pianist blinked a couple of times, the raindrops slowly rolling down his face as he stared up at the man he met a while back. ‘Luhan.’ A soft smile worked its way onto his lips as he chuckled softly under his breath, bringing a hand up to wave at the male who was currently holding an umbrella above both their heads. Maybe they could catch up again, somewhere drier that is.

What seemed to have been seconds passed and the sprinkling shower had already became a great downpour and between the droplets of rain that descended from the clouds, he's more than grateful that he had brought an umbrella out on his trip. If not, he'd return home drenched and would most likely receive a lecture from his significant other for being too careless. With his fingers tightening around the handle of the inanimate object, a sigh of content leaves his lips. He hadn't been pestered by his academic studies and it was surely a breather for him, but the feeling was only temporary, for he has another month or so before he finishes his course.

The soles of his shoes were scuffing against the pavement underneath his feet as he traveled down the sidewalk, passing through the endless  sea of strangers whom continued to walk onward towards their own direction, or with him. His lips are pressed into a thin line and he focuses on the beat that chimed against his eardrums, in sync to the sound the raindrops had made once they've came in contact with a surface. It's a rather exquisite rhythm to the vampire. He crosses the street once the pedestrian single flashed from red to green and walks across the white lines. He turns to his left his left, ebony hues directing his way towards a male from a distance?

Baekhyun?

Curiosity was what killed the cat, though this cat hadn't been as dimwitted as most presumed. He proceeds towards the smaller male and he turns his head—they're faced with each other yet again. Despite the fact that both Luhan and Baekhyun hadn't seen each other in who knows how long, he still considered the latter to be a friend of his. He pulls the umbrella in the middle of them, glancing down at him. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but it's been awhile, hasn't it?" Knowing the latter doesn't speak as much, he expects nothing more than silence and a simple nod—Baekhyun's intentions are pure, he's not going to lie, so it hadn't bothered him.