Excel Leohan and His Love Life

Time kept moving forward, without caring who tried to stop it.

Teenage years were said to be the most beautiful phase—

a transition from childhood into adulthood, where everything slowly began to feel different.

Including… love.

Whether it was real love, a simple crush, or just comfort mistaken for something deeper. Even love within friendship could be confusing—was it still love, or just another form of affection?

The more you thought about it, the blurrier it became.

Like the wind—unseen, only felt.

“Ugh… this is so boring…”

Lien slumped into her chair dramatically.

Sava was still focused on her fashion sketches, while Luhan—as always—was glued to his phone.

“Why?” Sava asked without looking up.

“Our school magazine only features one person,” Lien complained.

Sava raised a brow. “One person?”

“That half-fish guy,” Lien said lazily, pointing at Luhan.

“I heard that,” Luhan replied casually, not even looking away from his screen.

“It’s not really surprising,” Sava said softly. “It’s what the readers want.”

“Readers’ request or everyone’s obsession?” Lien scoffed.

“From the cover, the headlines, even news like ‘Excel leads the team to victory’—it’s always him.”

“And ‘Excel is secretly obsessed with taro flavor,’” Sava added lightly.

“None of that is important at all,” Lien rolled her eyes.

“That’s exactly why it’s interesting,” Luhan said proudly.

Lien pointed at him. “See? That guy.”

Sava let out a small sigh, then looked at Luhan.

“You’re always on your phone. Aren’t you afraid your eyes will go bad?”

Luhan finally glanced up slightly.

“I’m working very hard replying to important messages.”

“From who?” Lien asked suspiciously.

“A senior.”

Sava paused her sketching. “The cheerleading captain?”

Luhan nodded casually.

Lien narrowed her eyes. “Enila Celina? Don’t tell me she’s your next target.”

“Why not?”

“She’s still dating Krisna, you idiot. And Krisna is my cousin.”

Luhan only smiled faintly. “I don’t go after what already belongs to someone else.”

Lien clicked her tongue. “That has to be the weakest moral rule I’ve ever heard.”

Sava looked at him for a long moment.

“You really do change girlfriends a lot, don’t you?”

Luhan didn’t deny it.

“Yeah… they’re just passing moments,” he said lightly. “Nothing worth keeping for too long.”

“How many now?” Lien narrowed her eyes.

Luhan thought for a second.

“If I’m not wrong… thirty-nine.”

“THAT’S NOT SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF!”

Lien stood up halfway, clearly annoyed.

“You’re seriously unbelievable. Don’t you ever think about their feelings?”

“I’m always honest,” Luhan replied calmly. “When it’s over, it’s over.”

“And you don’t think that hurts them?”

“If they get hurt, it’s not entirely my fault,” he said casually.

Lien exhaled sharply in frustration.

“One day, karma will catch up to you.”

The air shifted slightly after those words.

As if something heavier was hiding beneath them.

“If I ever get hit by karma,” Luhan smirked faintly, “does that mean I’ll have to fall in love?”

“Just wait,” Lien said firmly. “The person you truly love one day will make you realize all of this was pointless.”

Sava looked at Luhan again.

This time longer.

Quieter.

More careful.

Something small tightened inside her chest—too subtle to name, but enough to linger.

But Luhan only smiled.

That same carefree, teasing smile.

And for the first time…

it felt slightly different.