MHS & LH ;

     Lying in bed at night was when Luhan really thought; not the routine thought about being bored of doing the same things everyday, but he thought about where he’d be if he weren’t where he was right now. When he was back home in China, he spent a lot of time on his computer, watching YouTube videos, learning dances, or singing with his headphones on. Albeit he loved his life now, there was one thing that always made him miss being home (although, he considered Seoul his home, now): his pen pal from Korea. Those were the days, he thought, when things were simple. He had no time to send her any e-mails now, and that really got him down, when he thought about it–if he thought about it at all.

Recently, he’d become bored with his schedule and routine, that it was obvious he was slacking off during practices with the rest of EXO; it was apparent that his mind was elsewhere. His mindset had practically taken a 180°. Now, he’d be late to practice, and be the first to leave, and his work effort lessened exponentially. If he was already being this lazy, he thought, he might as well check what’s going on on his e-mail. There was no harm in that, right? It was better than doing something that could cause problems for the work relationship between himself and the managers at SM, so he couldn’t get in trouble. Even though the company micromanaged their social media accounts, his e-mail was something he still considered personal.

Rolling out of bed, his leg hit one of his unpacked boxes, and he quickly planted both feet on the floor, pulling his blanket up over his shoulders and wrapping it around himself, and shuffled over to his desk, sitting in the chair and opening his laptop to check his e-mail, only to find a draft that was unfinished to his long-time Korean pen pal:

“Guess what? I’m becoming a trainee at SM Entertainment in South Korea!! Maybe we”

The message ended there. After a few minutes of thought, he pressed the “compose new message” button, and he allowed his hands and his mind to just go crazy to send a message. Hopefully, she’d be able to read it, and still used her e-mail.

“Come to the Pollalla Museum tomorrow at 17:00.”

It was short and to the point. He didn’t know how else to ask her to meet him besides just telling her somewhere to go. Through the years he was learning Korean, this girl became his pen pal, who taught him Korean slang and any sort of Korean terms that he wouldn’t have learned, had he not made a Korean friend while in China. They’d known each other for years, but they hadn’t ever seen each other’s faces; they didn’t even share selcas, they were too caught up in teaching each other things that it never seemed to come up. Maybe this would cause a fun twist to his monotonous daily grind.