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I must be their strength. I must show no fear, no weakness, no doubt. 

theperfectkey:

infect me with your love, and fill me with your poison

Lesson number one: Nothing is ever what it seems.

Sehun has learned it the hard way. A seemingly normal and peaceful family hides a violence that leaves scars which can never be erased. An ordinary childhood hides a murder sorted under ‘self-defense’. A boring law student is a mere disguise for a teen who, since the age of ten, had been planning his father’s slow and painful death.

Lesson number two: Things don’t always go according to plans.

The second lesson follows the first, with the taste of murder and malice comes madness planted in the mind of an innocent. He never planned for his sister to become the only witness. By the time the screams ended and the knife was dropped, the strings in her mind have snapped. Not a single one remained. Sehun still visits her sometimes, when his schedules allow him to, but it doesn’t matter. She doesn’t recognize him, not anymore.

Lesson number three: If something screams danger, run.

He hasn’t quite mastered this, so it seems, and the reason he knows this so well is the very fact that he is stepping into the building like his life isn’t being compromised, like he isn’t courting death with such a flaunt of brainless courage.

“Back so soon?”

The voice, thick with amusement and a musical lilt, is a familiarity - one which has been plaguing his dreams, his thoughts, his everything.

“The offer you proposed…does it still stand?” He cuts to the chase, carefully placing himself a few steps away from the blond. It doesn’t make much of a difference, because both of them know that if he finds it necessary, Luhan is more than capable of snapping Sehun’s neck faster than he can blink.

All he can see is the outlines of a deceptively petite figure, cloaked in the night’s shadow. Even without seeing Luhan’s face, Sehun knows that he is smiling.

“Of course.”

Footsteps. Sehun tenses and, despite his body’s screams for him to hightail out of here, to forget about this deal and never return, he stays still. Luhan’s features come into view (he looks like a porcelain doll, perfect and pretty and so breakable, but of course, that is nothing but a mere disguise of the strength and power he wields) and Sehun’s eyes are fixed on the smile tugging the ends of Luhan’s lips upwards. They are only inches apart and this time, Sehun’s instincts are beating against his skull, earning him a headache.

If something screams -

He ignores the pain in his head and the protests of his mind. Instead, he kneels without a word, raises his hand to remove his scarf, and bares his neck.

A tiny prick of pain. A moan. Then, darkness.

Happy 17th Birthday Xin!

The biggest Hunhan shipper I know, my idiot waifu, the Hun to my Han, I love you ♥

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