Once In a Lifetime
Title: Once in a Lifetime
Rating: PG
Pairing: OT12/Yi Fan centric
Length: 2.6k
Summary: It's the 6th of November again and this time, Yi Fan wakes up alone.
Warnings: Canon and deals with the lawsuit era. But mostly meant for me to write out my feelings about the whole debacle. Happy birthday to our one and only, Wu Yi Fan! I hope you had the most amazing day <3 I barely made it in time for the end of his birthday in my time zone lol. I'm also way too lazy to proof read baha
It’s been six months since Yi Fan left EXO and his idol life back in Korea. It’s been six months since he spoke to his ex-members at home in his dorm. At first the freedom was liberating, a whirlwind of fresh air. But now, on the 6th of November, the quiet is suffocating as he wakes up to silence, no one yelling and ruining his beauty sleep. No one causing enough racket and garnering annoyed knocks at the front door from the neighbours. It was too quiet.
When he left his friends behind without a word, Yi Fan knew what the repercussions were going to be. He wasn’t naïve enough to think that they would forgive him immediately. He didn’t believe they would even in a lifetime. But he made the choice and now that choice sits heavy at the back of his throat. He laid in bed for a bit more before finally heaving his sleep deprived body off the mattress. He had spent the majority of the night pacing around his immaculate apartment, unable to sleep. It had been a while since he spent the night before his birthday alone.
The year before, he had eleven other beings attached to his hip, constantly yelling out the minutes until the hour hand hit 12. He had expected it, the sudden silence when it was supposed to be lively. He received a call from his mother first, another few from his co-workers, his director and a few calls from his Canadian friends. But none from the ones he wanted to hear from so much.
He wasn’t surprised. He doesn’t blame them- in fact, he would’ve done the same, if one up and left at the most crucial time in their careers. It’s alright, he tells himself. The hot water from the shower works the tension out of his shoulders as he prepares for a day spent relaxing at a near by café, shades concealing his face from the general public. The approaching winter made it easier to hide his tall body in thick coats and beanies. Yi Fan shuffled from the steaming bathroom to check on the progress of his newly released song. He chuckled at the many comments regarding to whom the lyrics were aimed towards. “Yixing! Yi Fan Ge is singing to Yixing!” Another read, “NONO! IT MUST BE KYUNGSOO OPPA! KRISOO FOREVER!”
A soft sigh escapes his mouth before he could catch it. Immediately he squares his shoulders and closes the laptop lid. He could make it today without the chronic loneliness he’s felt the past half a year. He made his bed, now he must sleep in it.
He lay down on his now cold bed and wondered how things slipped out of his fingers so quickly. How the situation went from a quiet discussion to a loud, disastrous mess. Yi Fan couldn’t deny none of this would’ve happened if he never asked for a contract examination, but he was happy now. Even if it meant it was at the expense of friendship, or years spent training until the crack of dawn.
Time ticked slowly past, he didn’t keep track of the time and at some time in the afternoon, a loud knock rang through his house. Yi Fan furrowed his eyebrows at the sound, remembering that he clearly told all his friends and family he’d rather be alone on his birthday. He stumbled to the door, wondering if his neighbours sent pizza to the wrong apartment again.
“I didn’t order pizza. It’s for the door next to m-“
“Good thing I’m not the pizza man then, hey.”
Yi Fan stood frozen at the door, face still contorted into one of confusion.
“Thought you might want some company while you turn 24. At least I got some awesome party for mine. Your celebration has much to be envied.” His unexpected guest comments while critically examining a rather choice piece of furniture. Yi Fan couldn’t bring himself to stop staring at the intruder, making himself very comfortable on the lime green couch.
“Lu- Lu Han. What are you doing here? Why do you know where I live? Why are you here? And don’t touch that place holder! It’s antique!”
“Woah there, kid. One question at a time.” The smaller male remarks, still touching the expensive antiquities left on the coffee table. “By the way, these antiques really clash with the horrendous green couch.”
Yi Fan lets out a series of splutters and incoherent sounds as Lu Han continues to fiddle with the wooden figurines carefully placed in his cabinets.
“Use your words, Yi Fan. You’re 24 now.” Lu Han says in a rather patronizing tone.
Yi Fan snaps out of his stupor at the remark and flings a fluorescent pink pillow at the offending figure.
“Don’t insult me on my birthday, you asshole. Pamper me.” He says in an indignant tone. “Why are you here anyway? Aren’t we like, in an unofficial cold war with each other? And give me that. That’s an antique from Russia. Your grubby hands are tainting its beauty.”
“Bitch please. With it in my presence, it is being conditioned to perfection. You’re turning 24. It’s a milestone. Also, you’re the creepy brooder and would hole yourself up in your house. Let’s go out.”
Yi Fan lets out a bark of laughter and carefully wipes the wooden babushka doll and returns it back to its precise spot in his orange cabinet.
“I’m not going anywhere today. I’m gonna stay here and sleep my birthday away. It’s my choice. It’s not every day I get to stay at home and not attend the 2398473 things miss director makes me go to.” Yi Fan starts picking up the remaining dolls in his wall cabinet and shining each one carefully, making sure some Chinese fingerprints aren’t left marring their surface. “It’s still better than the 4am starts we had as an idol though. I’d only get a third of the amount of sleep I need as a developing adult and who knows what would’ve happened if I stayed. I’d have shrunk to Kyungsoo’s height. I can tell you now, Lu Han.” He turns around, expecting to see a black haired man-child perched on his couch but there was none to be seen.
“Lu Han?”
No reply.
Yi Fan’s heartbeat starts picking up. He quickly places his dolls down (as carefully as humanely possible) and power walks to his private bedroom. He gets to the door when he sees Lu Han staring at his wall, filled with memorabilia of his EXO days. Fan art, letters, gifts, albums and photos lined the entire wall, some perched on his white cabinet and others protected behind the glass doors. Framing the whole wall was a large canvas of twelve smiling boys, a photo taken just before their first performance together at the showcase in 2012.
“You really miss it don’t you.” Lu Han says out loud, swiveling to face Yi Fan who is once again, frozen at the door. “It’s been quite a while since that day. We were so excited. So scared, but so excited. I don’t think I’ve even felt that elated in my life.” A soft but sad smile appears on his small features.
Yi Fan dislodges himself from the doorframe and strides to his ex-member and envelopes him into a hug. Whispers of apologies filled the otherwise quiet room and soft sobs escaped from the taller’s quivering lips. Lu Han stood there stunned at the display of sudden affection but slowly raised his arms to return the hug. They stood there, frozen in time until Yi Fan pulled away, wiping the stray tears from his eyes.
“Hey,” Lu Han began, “Happy birthday Wu Yi Fan. It’s been six months since I’ve seen you. Six months since you left a fucking black void in what we called EXO.” Yi Fan opened his mouth but Lu Han shushed him and continued his speech. “What you did was a great big dick move. I think we all acknowledge that. But I don’t believe you did it with pure selfish intentions. You saw us all suffer under the pressure and schedules. You saw me wretch up nothing in the toilets before, during and after schedules. You saw Jongin and Yixing limp into the van after performances to catch another 10 minutes of sleep before being carted off to another schedule with only painkillers to aid their pain. You saw joonmyun crack under the pressure of having to lead 10 broken boys his own age. You saw Baekhyun, Kyungsoo and Jongdae’s voice strain at 3am during impromptu recording sessions.”
"You saw everyone and everything. Your sharp eyes never missing a single thing. But no one ever saw how much you suffered. Amidst our own suffering, we forgot to see the person who went to bed as soon as we got home. The one, who was up before the rest of us and the one leaving anonymous articles of food around the house, waiting for someone to pick it up. The only one who was there for every single one of us. All the time. all day, any day. Our duizhang. You’re saying you’re sorry for leaving. This is me, Lu Han, saying sorry for not being there to help you. And this,” Lu Han says, while taking his phone out and waving the screen at the taller’s face, “is an apology from the other 10 people who couldn’t be here with me today.”
Yi Fan blinks back another wave of fresh tears and inevitably fails as they fall across his face. He reaches for the phone and sees 10 faces smiling, holding a great big cake with a hideous drawing painted on the front with icing.
“Wu. Yi. Fan. I cannot believe we have to have our first meeting through Lu Han’s stupid iPhone, but. 1, 2, 3.”
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!”
Streamers and balloons fill the small frame and all he can see are discoloured pieces of ripped up paper and grins. Each member leaves a heartfelt message, all wishing him a happy birthday. A few stray mentions of his increasing age and their disappointment of not being able to celebrate it with him. Tao held the phone at a precise angle and stated that he needed to make sure “that you can’t screenshot this and get me an a bad angle.” Yi Fan lets out a chuckle and attempts to screenshot it any way.
“Duizhang. When you left, I was lost. I was so upset. I thought you abandoned me. When you left without a word, I was sure it was because I made you angry the night before by whining about not being able to get enough screen time on variety shows. I thought it was because I accidentally broke your favourite vase you got from your mother. Every bad thing I had ever done to you ran through my mind that morning when I woke up and you hadn’t returned.”
“And then I got angry because you left us at such a crucial time. Now I look back and realise without that leverage, nothing would’ve been able to happen. I look at your movie promotions, your ugly instagram photos and listen to your songs every day to make sure you’re okay. And you are. Take care, Yi Fan ge. Even though we may not be able to meet in the near future, always remember your favourite didi. That’s me, if you forgot or anything. It’s been six months. I needed to remind you. Also, if Lu Han ge’s still there, give him a hug for me. I miss him almost as much as you…”
The shot panned out to include all ten members of EXO again, all smiling and wiping cake over each other’s faces. Lu Han’s looking at the screen next to him, a thin sheen of liquid visible on his eye.
“You’re crying,” Yi Fan decides to state quite bluntly. “The almighty Lu Han was swayed by not his own birthday video but of another’s.”
Lu Han lets out a laugh and snatches the phone out the taller’s grasp and threatens to delete it if he dares to tease him again. Yi Fan squeals and attempts to retrieve the iPhone from the Lu Han’s hands. They end up tangled on the floor, laughing in good humour but still fighting for the smartphone, which had found its way into Yi Fan’s hand.
“They miss you, y’know.” Lu Han comments offhandly as he munches on Yi Fan’s healthy dried fruit. “Up until I left, every time we went out shopping and saw a pair of the ugliest shoes, they’d yell “YI FAN HYUNG WOULD LOVE THIS.” Well. Chanyeol would. Tao sulked at just the mention of your last name so Chanyeol had to refrain from yelling “WOOOO” if he won a Mario cart game against Sehun.
“I miss them, too. You do too, don’t you? It’s impossible to feel comfortable living by yourself when you shared a bathroom with eleven other mongrels for over 4 years. Though, I could get used to the late morning schedules.”
“I miss them. I do. But I was withering away from the stage. I’m sort of thankful you left first. It saved me from all the backlash you had to face when you left. Thanks for that by the way.” Yi Fan sends him a withering glare.
“So are we just going to sit here on my couch eating my dried banana chips?”
“Yup.”
“Al…right…” Yi Fan replies, shifting lower into the couch, trying to get comfy which is hard with another person taking his usual spot.
Not long after he slumped comfortably into a crevice of his couch, a series of loud knocks jolts him out of his half slumber. Lu Han lets out an unattractive cackle, bits of fruit being projected out of his mouth. Yi Fan casts a sad look at his previously immaculate coffee table before shuffling to the door.
If Yi Fan could find a position he was in for most of the day, it’d be next to a door, in a state of shock. Because what he sees outside his apartment are ten, rowdy men, all holding boxes of varying size. Without waiting for an invitation, Tao and Baekhyun battle it out to be first in the house and in turn shoves Yi Fan into the shoe rack sitting adjacent to the doorframe. Everyone deposits their gift on or around the fallen Yi Fan. Lu Han just laughs from his spot on the couch and lazily waves to the incoming crowd.
“HEY GUYS. LOOK AT HIS ROOM. HE’S GOT AN EXO SHRINE. HAHA.” A deep voice booms from the corridor and Yi Fan slumps onto the floor next to his precious shoes. A procession of people hurry into his room and he lets out a tired groan and crawls back to the couch where Lu Han is very comfortable sitting, still munching on the quickly disappearing banana chips.
“I hate you.”
“Mmm. Love ya too, Yi Fan. Though, it’s probably a good idea to go check on them. Who knows what they’ll find in your drawers. You should know they have no qualms in reading your pretty in pink diary.”
Yi Fan curses and races to rescue his precious diary and wonders how this happened. While grappling for the embroidered antique book, he is reminded of the lonely mornings and quiet nights and although this may never happen again for a long time, he can enjoy it as much as humanely possible. But not before he gets that wretched book from a nosy Jongdae.
“DEAR DIARY, I SAW KYUNGSOO SING AN RNB SONG ON TV AND I THINK I POPPED A BONER. HAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.”
Yi Fan thinks he can put up with being lonely if this is what he has to deal with otherwise.
Rating: PG
Pairing: OT12/Yi Fan centric
Length: 2.6k
Summary: It's the 6th of November again and this time, Yi Fan wakes up alone.
Warnings: Canon and deals with the lawsuit era. But mostly meant for me to write out my feelings about the whole debacle. Happy birthday to our one and only, Wu Yi Fan! I hope you had the most amazing day <3 I barely made it in time for the end of his birthday in my time zone lol. I'm also way too lazy to proof read baha
It’s been six months since Yi Fan left EXO and his idol life back in Korea. It’s been six months since he spoke to his ex-members at home in his dorm. At first the freedom was liberating, a whirlwind of fresh air. But now, on the 6th of November, the quiet is suffocating as he wakes up to silence, no one yelling and ruining his beauty sleep. No one causing enough racket and garnering annoyed knocks at the front door from the neighbours. It was too quiet.
When he left his friends behind without a word, Yi Fan knew what the repercussions were going to be. He wasn’t naïve enough to think that they would forgive him immediately. He didn’t believe they would even in a lifetime. But he made the choice and now that choice sits heavy at the back of his throat. He laid in bed for a bit more before finally heaving his sleep deprived body off the mattress. He had spent the majority of the night pacing around his immaculate apartment, unable to sleep. It had been a while since he spent the night before his birthday alone.
The year before, he had eleven other beings attached to his hip, constantly yelling out the minutes until the hour hand hit 12. He had expected it, the sudden silence when it was supposed to be lively. He received a call from his mother first, another few from his co-workers, his director and a few calls from his Canadian friends. But none from the ones he wanted to hear from so much.
He wasn’t surprised. He doesn’t blame them- in fact, he would’ve done the same, if one up and left at the most crucial time in their careers. It’s alright, he tells himself. The hot water from the shower works the tension out of his shoulders as he prepares for a day spent relaxing at a near by café, shades concealing his face from the general public. The approaching winter made it easier to hide his tall body in thick coats and beanies. Yi Fan shuffled from the steaming bathroom to check on the progress of his newly released song. He chuckled at the many comments regarding to whom the lyrics were aimed towards. “Yixing! Yi Fan Ge is singing to Yixing!” Another read, “NONO! IT MUST BE KYUNGSOO OPPA! KRISOO FOREVER!”
A soft sigh escapes his mouth before he could catch it. Immediately he squares his shoulders and closes the laptop lid. He could make it today without the chronic loneliness he’s felt the past half a year. He made his bed, now he must sleep in it.
He lay down on his now cold bed and wondered how things slipped out of his fingers so quickly. How the situation went from a quiet discussion to a loud, disastrous mess. Yi Fan couldn’t deny none of this would’ve happened if he never asked for a contract examination, but he was happy now. Even if it meant it was at the expense of friendship, or years spent training until the crack of dawn.
Time ticked slowly past, he didn’t keep track of the time and at some time in the afternoon, a loud knock rang through his house. Yi Fan furrowed his eyebrows at the sound, remembering that he clearly told all his friends and family he’d rather be alone on his birthday. He stumbled to the door, wondering if his neighbours sent pizza to the wrong apartment again.
“I didn’t order pizza. It’s for the door next to m-“
“Good thing I’m not the pizza man then, hey.”
Yi Fan stood frozen at the door, face still contorted into one of confusion.
“Thought you might want some company while you turn 24. At least I got some awesome party for mine. Your celebration has much to be envied.” His unexpected guest comments while critically examining a rather choice piece of furniture. Yi Fan couldn’t bring himself to stop staring at the intruder, making himself very comfortable on the lime green couch.
“Lu- Lu Han. What are you doing here? Why do you know where I live? Why are you here? And don’t touch that place holder! It’s antique!”
“Woah there, kid. One question at a time.” The smaller male remarks, still touching the expensive antiquities left on the coffee table. “By the way, these antiques really clash with the horrendous green couch.”
Yi Fan lets out a series of splutters and incoherent sounds as Lu Han continues to fiddle with the wooden figurines carefully placed in his cabinets.
“Use your words, Yi Fan. You’re 24 now.” Lu Han says in a rather patronizing tone.
Yi Fan snaps out of his stupor at the remark and flings a fluorescent pink pillow at the offending figure.
“Don’t insult me on my birthday, you asshole. Pamper me.” He says in an indignant tone. “Why are you here anyway? Aren’t we like, in an unofficial cold war with each other? And give me that. That’s an antique from Russia. Your grubby hands are tainting its beauty.”
“Bitch please. With it in my presence, it is being conditioned to perfection. You’re turning 24. It’s a milestone. Also, you’re the creepy brooder and would hole yourself up in your house. Let’s go out.”
Yi Fan lets out a bark of laughter and carefully wipes the wooden babushka doll and returns it back to its precise spot in his orange cabinet.
“I’m not going anywhere today. I’m gonna stay here and sleep my birthday away. It’s my choice. It’s not every day I get to stay at home and not attend the 2398473 things miss director makes me go to.” Yi Fan starts picking up the remaining dolls in his wall cabinet and shining each one carefully, making sure some Chinese fingerprints aren’t left marring their surface. “It’s still better than the 4am starts we had as an idol though. I’d only get a third of the amount of sleep I need as a developing adult and who knows what would’ve happened if I stayed. I’d have shrunk to Kyungsoo’s height. I can tell you now, Lu Han.” He turns around, expecting to see a black haired man-child perched on his couch but there was none to be seen.
“Lu Han?”
No reply.
Yi Fan’s heartbeat starts picking up. He quickly places his dolls down (as carefully as humanely possible) and power walks to his private bedroom. He gets to the door when he sees Lu Han staring at his wall, filled with memorabilia of his EXO days. Fan art, letters, gifts, albums and photos lined the entire wall, some perched on his white cabinet and others protected behind the glass doors. Framing the whole wall was a large canvas of twelve smiling boys, a photo taken just before their first performance together at the showcase in 2012.
“You really miss it don’t you.” Lu Han says out loud, swiveling to face Yi Fan who is once again, frozen at the door. “It’s been quite a while since that day. We were so excited. So scared, but so excited. I don’t think I’ve even felt that elated in my life.” A soft but sad smile appears on his small features.
Yi Fan dislodges himself from the doorframe and strides to his ex-member and envelopes him into a hug. Whispers of apologies filled the otherwise quiet room and soft sobs escaped from the taller’s quivering lips. Lu Han stood there stunned at the display of sudden affection but slowly raised his arms to return the hug. They stood there, frozen in time until Yi Fan pulled away, wiping the stray tears from his eyes.
“Hey,” Lu Han began, “Happy birthday Wu Yi Fan. It’s been six months since I’ve seen you. Six months since you left a fucking black void in what we called EXO.” Yi Fan opened his mouth but Lu Han shushed him and continued his speech. “What you did was a great big dick move. I think we all acknowledge that. But I don’t believe you did it with pure selfish intentions. You saw us all suffer under the pressure and schedules. You saw me wretch up nothing in the toilets before, during and after schedules. You saw Jongin and Yixing limp into the van after performances to catch another 10 minutes of sleep before being carted off to another schedule with only painkillers to aid their pain. You saw joonmyun crack under the pressure of having to lead 10 broken boys his own age. You saw Baekhyun, Kyungsoo and Jongdae’s voice strain at 3am during impromptu recording sessions.”
"You saw everyone and everything. Your sharp eyes never missing a single thing. But no one ever saw how much you suffered. Amidst our own suffering, we forgot to see the person who went to bed as soon as we got home. The one, who was up before the rest of us and the one leaving anonymous articles of food around the house, waiting for someone to pick it up. The only one who was there for every single one of us. All the time. all day, any day. Our duizhang. You’re saying you’re sorry for leaving. This is me, Lu Han, saying sorry for not being there to help you. And this,” Lu Han says, while taking his phone out and waving the screen at the taller’s face, “is an apology from the other 10 people who couldn’t be here with me today.”
Yi Fan blinks back another wave of fresh tears and inevitably fails as they fall across his face. He reaches for the phone and sees 10 faces smiling, holding a great big cake with a hideous drawing painted on the front with icing.
“Wu. Yi. Fan. I cannot believe we have to have our first meeting through Lu Han’s stupid iPhone, but. 1, 2, 3.”
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!”
Streamers and balloons fill the small frame and all he can see are discoloured pieces of ripped up paper and grins. Each member leaves a heartfelt message, all wishing him a happy birthday. A few stray mentions of his increasing age and their disappointment of not being able to celebrate it with him. Tao held the phone at a precise angle and stated that he needed to make sure “that you can’t screenshot this and get me an a bad angle.” Yi Fan lets out a chuckle and attempts to screenshot it any way.
“Duizhang. When you left, I was lost. I was so upset. I thought you abandoned me. When you left without a word, I was sure it was because I made you angry the night before by whining about not being able to get enough screen time on variety shows. I thought it was because I accidentally broke your favourite vase you got from your mother. Every bad thing I had ever done to you ran through my mind that morning when I woke up and you hadn’t returned.”
“And then I got angry because you left us at such a crucial time. Now I look back and realise without that leverage, nothing would’ve been able to happen. I look at your movie promotions, your ugly instagram photos and listen to your songs every day to make sure you’re okay. And you are. Take care, Yi Fan ge. Even though we may not be able to meet in the near future, always remember your favourite didi. That’s me, if you forgot or anything. It’s been six months. I needed to remind you. Also, if Lu Han ge’s still there, give him a hug for me. I miss him almost as much as you…”
The shot panned out to include all ten members of EXO again, all smiling and wiping cake over each other’s faces. Lu Han’s looking at the screen next to him, a thin sheen of liquid visible on his eye.
“You’re crying,” Yi Fan decides to state quite bluntly. “The almighty Lu Han was swayed by not his own birthday video but of another’s.”
Lu Han lets out a laugh and snatches the phone out the taller’s grasp and threatens to delete it if he dares to tease him again. Yi Fan squeals and attempts to retrieve the iPhone from the Lu Han’s hands. They end up tangled on the floor, laughing in good humour but still fighting for the smartphone, which had found its way into Yi Fan’s hand.
“They miss you, y’know.” Lu Han comments offhandly as he munches on Yi Fan’s healthy dried fruit. “Up until I left, every time we went out shopping and saw a pair of the ugliest shoes, they’d yell “YI FAN HYUNG WOULD LOVE THIS.” Well. Chanyeol would. Tao sulked at just the mention of your last name so Chanyeol had to refrain from yelling “WOOOO” if he won a Mario cart game against Sehun.
“I miss them, too. You do too, don’t you? It’s impossible to feel comfortable living by yourself when you shared a bathroom with eleven other mongrels for over 4 years. Though, I could get used to the late morning schedules.”
“I miss them. I do. But I was withering away from the stage. I’m sort of thankful you left first. It saved me from all the backlash you had to face when you left. Thanks for that by the way.” Yi Fan sends him a withering glare.
“So are we just going to sit here on my couch eating my dried banana chips?”
“Yup.”
“Al…right…” Yi Fan replies, shifting lower into the couch, trying to get comfy which is hard with another person taking his usual spot.
Not long after he slumped comfortably into a crevice of his couch, a series of loud knocks jolts him out of his half slumber. Lu Han lets out an unattractive cackle, bits of fruit being projected out of his mouth. Yi Fan casts a sad look at his previously immaculate coffee table before shuffling to the door.
If Yi Fan could find a position he was in for most of the day, it’d be next to a door, in a state of shock. Because what he sees outside his apartment are ten, rowdy men, all holding boxes of varying size. Without waiting for an invitation, Tao and Baekhyun battle it out to be first in the house and in turn shoves Yi Fan into the shoe rack sitting adjacent to the doorframe. Everyone deposits their gift on or around the fallen Yi Fan. Lu Han just laughs from his spot on the couch and lazily waves to the incoming crowd.
“HEY GUYS. LOOK AT HIS ROOM. HE’S GOT AN EXO SHRINE. HAHA.” A deep voice booms from the corridor and Yi Fan slumps onto the floor next to his precious shoes. A procession of people hurry into his room and he lets out a tired groan and crawls back to the couch where Lu Han is very comfortable sitting, still munching on the quickly disappearing banana chips.
“I hate you.”
“Mmm. Love ya too, Yi Fan. Though, it’s probably a good idea to go check on them. Who knows what they’ll find in your drawers. You should know they have no qualms in reading your pretty in pink diary.”
Yi Fan curses and races to rescue his precious diary and wonders how this happened. While grappling for the embroidered antique book, he is reminded of the lonely mornings and quiet nights and although this may never happen again for a long time, he can enjoy it as much as humanely possible. But not before he gets that wretched book from a nosy Jongdae.
“DEAR DIARY, I SAW KYUNGSOO SING AN RNB SONG ON TV AND I THINK I POPPED A BONER. HAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.”
Yi Fan thinks he can put up with being lonely if this is what he has to deal with otherwise.