Luhan has always been a typical Good Samaritan: he took part in his school's volunteer programs as a child and started organizing his own when he grew up. Never turning a blind eye to the less fortunate, Luhan was the epitome of compassion and sympathy, the person people generally referred to as those "who still had a shred of humanity left in them". In short, Luhan is a dear angel. _____Italian shoes clacking against the concrete ground, he deftly dodges the current of people swarming in his direction as he heads towards the center of the city where one of the country's greatest architectural works is located: his office, one of the largest corporations financial institutions the world has to offer. However, as he turns the corner, shuffling documents in his briefcase and searching for his pass, he can't help but notice through his peripheral vision a man curled up on the hard floor in a rather awkward position. The man is a scruffy mess. Overgrown stubble made a home on his chin, growing beyond it to end around the middle of his neck and his dark brown hair tangled from tossing and turning in his sleep. In addition to her dry, scaly skin, she is also pale and ash gray, making the dark rings of her eyes seem even more noticeable in the dim morning light. With nothing on his back but wrinkled and torn clothes, Luhan concludes that this man was in fact currently homeless. Or commonly known as the homeless man. Sympathy kidnaps the Chinese male and envelops him completely. Before he knew it, the feet had already moved away from the path towards the towering skyscrapers and were rapidly closing in on the other man. Luhan has always had a soft spot for the homeless. Maybe it's because of his family history, something about those little stories... middle of paper... dirty and vile, with people who only care about themselves. and only themselves. Call it selfish, but it's definitely human nature to prioritize yourself over everyone else. They will do anything to reach the top, they will trample on anyone as long as it benefits them, and they will sacrifice anything as long as it benefits them in the long run. Dear, you are the first person who gave me the opportunity to reciprocate their charity.” Stunned is the state Luhan finds himself in at the other's monologue; legs rooted to the ground and jaw relaxed. He notices the other sighs, shaking his head. “There you are again, pitying me. Shouldn't you be going to work?" Luhan nods silently, mechanically moving one muscle at a time to turn and flee. "Sehun, my name is Oh Sehun," is the last thing he hears as the double doors close and he runs towards his first meeting of the day. Sehun, eh?