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Lu Han reaches into his bag and takes out his wallet. He pays the driver more than he is charged, tipping him for his good service. He grabs his bag, the only thing he brought with him, and thanks the cab driver once more before opening the car door.
He takes one shaky step outside and is immediately swarmed with both happy and sad memories as he takes in his surroundings. The wind slightly ruffles his hair and scatters pink petals around him. He closes his and lets his feelings settle before opening them again.
Lu Han remembers.
He takes a deep breath and starts walking the familiar road to one of his favorite places in the world, Happiness Express, a bubble tea shop that serves the best bubble tea he’s ever tasted. He hasn’t been here since he left four years ago and he misses it dearly.
His hesitant steps become confident strides as he realizes that while he’s been gone for so long, things haven’t changed much.
Just like my feelings, he thinks. He shakes his head and clutches his bag tightly. He continues on with his journey, looking around like an excited child.
He slows down his pace when he passes by a small park. He halts and stares at the park longingly before deciding to cross the street and go to the park.
The park is a pink paradise, with the cherry blossoms decorating it. A small smile finds its way on Lu Han’s lips as his legs bring him to a bench. He sits down and spreads his hands on the wooden seat. His fingers move around the bench, looking for something, and stop when he touches a tiny carving on the edge of his seat. He raises his hand and reveals the carving of a heart with the initials S and L.
He grins brightly, but it soon fades into a small, sad smile. He runs his fingers on the carving as he eyes unwillingly well up with tears. He sniffs and rubs his eyes with his other hand, desperate to keep his tears in.
No reason to get all sentimental now, he thinks wryly, but his eyes are still firmly glued to the carving that holds many memories. “Stupid,” he whispers to himself. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to regain his composure before standing up and dusting his pants. This trip down memory lane has to end soon.
He starts walking back to where he came from with a new resolve. His hands are clenched into fists and he’s biting onto his lower lip. He’s desperate now. He hasn’t even walked a foot from the bench when a familiar voice resounds in the empty park.
“Lu?”
It’s the voice that has echoed in his dreams and his heart ever since he left. He turns around and sees Sehun staring at him in disbelief. His heart fills with warmth as he looks at Sehun, who is both familiar and unfamiliar.
“Lu,” Sehun says again, but with clarity and certainty.
Lu Han’s resolve breaks and tears spill unabashedly from his eyes. He runs to where Sehun is, who meets him halfway and engulfs him in a hug.
Happiness Express is among his favorite places in the world, but the man clutching him tightly as if his life depends on it is his most favorite place and person in the world.
Sehun is Lu Han’s home.