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@Luhan ...good thing Sehun was there to catch the boy. In that moment, he realized that the young man with flat cap and suspenders was actually his Lulu, the girl from the cabaret, with curvy features and shiny dress. Sehun didn't really plan on falling in love, but he did. Lulu was that one person who filled his mind at night, who was there, the last thing that faded from the edges of Sehun's consciousness as he drifted off into peaceful slumber. Whenever he woke up, his face was rising to the surface of his thoughts. Sehun layed there piled high with cozy blankets, his eyes closed but his mind awake, and that special someone’s name, drifting through his mind. He took the latter to the nearest place: his apartment. Sehun entered the bedroom and placed "Lulu" on the bed gently, stroking his face and smiling weakly. He didn't care about his loved one's gender, actually, he never did. The man was now sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the latter, who seemed to be fallen in a peaceful sleep.

@Sehun Luhan's heart was racing fast as the boy walked closer and closer, he wanted to run away so so badly, but his feet did NOT at all, want to move. He gulped firmly as he was almost there, then his eyes widen as he was actually touching his cheek. He knew, didn't he? He knew he was the girl... in a few seconds, would he slap him in the face? He probably wasn't into guys... he deserved it after all... for lying to him that he was a girl. Now, feeling those fingers on his cheek... why did he feel like he was slowly losing conscience? Was it because of how fast his heartbeat was going because of this boy? Or... or must be because... he hadn't ing ate since a few days, gosh he was just on his way after this to go eat... couldn't god give him a little more time? Suddenly, all went white and he could see little black spots. He felt hot, as if he was sweating, dehydrated and light while feeling like a heavy rock at the same time. "Sehun" He whispered before falling to the ground and having no clue what was now happening as all he saw was black with some images that would come now and then, he couldn't feel anything.. it was just all like that.

@Luhan Being part of the mafia was never easy, for sure, neither being a person like Oh Sehun. So combining those two creates a catastrophe most of the time. He loves getting into fights, smelling the danger that fills his nostrils and makes his way down to his lungs; of course, Sehun would never admit it. The current situation was very crazy and probably wouldn’t happen to anyone but knowing the luck he always received, it was very probable. Someone from another gang was running after him, and more than that, he had a sharp knife in his hand. Sehun was panting hard but he still managed to keep a grin on his face, his childish side coming out of the shell. Turning around and realizing that the latter lost him somehow, Sehun shrugged lightly to himself, but kept panting; well, he ran a lot, indeed.

Now that he was calm again, his mind was once again filled with "Lulu", the girl from that night. Sehun remembered everything about her: the strawberry gloss over smooth, pink lips (that seemed to be always curved upwards), the tantalizing aroma of vanilla, her hair, the way it seemed to shine under those colorful lights and of course, her hands, comforting and amazingly soft (they were so different from Sehun's dry, rough ones). He looked around and saw a familiar figure standing on the other side of the track, apparently staring at him. The young male rubbed his nape, thinking that maybe the other was a new member in their mafia, but he couldn't remember. He decided to walk over to him, to find out. As Sehun got closer, his eyes widened in shock, realizing how much the boy looked like Lulu, his Lulu. He extended his arm and his fingertips brushed against the latter's cheek.

It had been already a few times he had crossed paths with this man he had met a few months ago at the bar. He seen him maybe two or three times as a guy, it was such a scary feeling inside him... what he felt for this man cam at him so quickly. Luhan wanted to be with him, he knew the other man wanted it as well. He always pushed him away, scared that it might go too far and that he would find out about his real uality. He couldn't imagine the feeling if he had ever found out, what if he was grossed out by his male body? Without makeup, without long hair... without a dress. It was a relief he hadn't realized he was the girl as he crossed paths with him as a boy, he needed to have more time before he would find out... he could let go of him just yet.

Walking to the train station, Luhan was wearing his flat cap and his suspenders. He walked with his bag that contained his shoe shining kit, standing there and waiting for the train to pass so he could offer people to shine their shoes for five cents. As he stood there, he heard action, somehow feeling his heart beat fast. What was happening? It's when he saw the mafioso he felt for stand at the other side of the track, panting as if he had been running four days. What... what was happening? Something definitely didn't feel right at the moment.

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