[M] ii: trapped. (1/1)

"I’m nervous about you and although I hate it, because of my pride, I can’t even say it."     Luhan’s lips were plastered into a smile for the fan meet, answering questions with a bored yet lengthy answer. He was always bored at these fan meets. Remember Luhan. Smile, wave, smile again, and wink. Do the procedure.   He gave a breath taking smile before waving to the fans. After a few minutes, they had stopped rolling for a break. Everyone had got out of their seats and chatted, or got some food from the snack table that was placed behind them.  He wasn’t close to any of the idols, nor actors. He thought that they weren’t just his personal style. Luhan yawned in tiredness before spotting Sehun getting up of his chair and heading to the washroom. He blinked, rubbing his eyes lightly as he wandered to the washroom as well. As he politely but quickly bowed to the staff in the crowded hallways, he quickly pushed the door open to find Sehun standing in front of the mirror, checking his phone. Luhan quietly walked to the sink and twisted the handle, letting the beam of flowing water fall and land on his clean, pale hands. Sehun had turned his head, giving a glance at Luhan before eyeing the others body as he smirked in curiosity. Luhan had peeked at the mirror in front of him, watching every move that Sehun made. He turned a bit red; trying to hide the crimson flush on his cheeks as he quickly made a bowl with his palms and splashed some water on his face. This day wouldn't get better for Luhan. Luhan had quirked his lips into a tiny smile under the rushing water phrase, lifting his face up before grabbing a paper towel and softly dabbing the leftover crystal droplets off. Quickly, Sehun washed his hands before taking long strides beside Luhan, ripping a paper towel from the dispenser; brushing his hand against Luhan’s neck. Fuck. Luhan shivered and bit his bottom lip, cracking a tiny moan at the small touch. Luhan was sensitive. Noticed that he was caught by Sehun