Chapter Six (1/1)

Luhan usually isn’t the type to cling on to anything for so long. The fear of getting too attached only ends in disaster in his eyes, and he’s not sure if he can take anymore cracks in his already falling apart heart. Despite acting like a stereotypical whore at some club every night, he surprisingly has an astute assessment of his own life and the psychological aspects of it. Of course, nobody – not even Jongin – has heard his voice on what he thinks of life other than the fact that he hates it. Getting to know his perspective on the world is deeper in him than Luhan wants anyone to reach for. Cracking down his wall and getting to know him means him getting attached. It’s just a full on cycle of clinging on and having whatever he was holding onto being ripped out of his hands. After having knowledge of the risks of this, Luhan still wonders why he bothers memorizing the facial expressions of Sehun, or why he subconsciously repeats his name over and over every night to lull him to sleep. He isn’t warming up to Sehun though, he will admit anything and everything but that. What he doesn’t know, however, is that everything else he admits only pieces together sensibly to bring out the fact that he, in fact, is warming up to Sehun. He pushes that thought directly out of his mind and into a black hole of nothing when it even shows a hint of creeping into his brain.Luhan pulls at his hair frustratingly, blowing out a breath of air.“Dude, you okay? You’ve been sighing like some teenager girl that got dumped by her boyfriend for the past hour.” Luhan turns his head and sinks further down into the crème colored couch; a little annoyed Jongin has seen him so troubled in spite of the fact that he has seen this part of Luhan before. “See, you usually would have some smartass remark to say back, but you’re silent today. Something is definitely wrong.” Luhan curses Jongin for his scrutinizing abilities.But he’s right. Luhan usually would have something to say back, but today no comeback seems to rack his brain. That makes him even more frustrated and confused. “I’m going to bed.” He murmurs, thinking he’s just sleep deprived, and drags his body off the couch, sliding his feet across the wooden floor lazily towards the hallway where his bedroom is situated. “Goodnight.” Jongin hums at him suspiciously.Sitting up in bed, he puts his chin down on the window sill next to him and stares out at anything that could distract him whether it’d be the residue of the rain on his window from the night before, or the faint city lights barely reaching him up on the 11th floor. But nothing seems to be working. He buries himself beneath a mass of pillows and blankets but not even that helps. He honestly doesn’t know what his goal is as of the moment, but first he just wants to get rid of that name carved so deeply into his mind.“Fuck this,” he breathes out when ten minutes under the fort of comforters only traps the thoughts inside his head even more. He gets up and walks over to his closet, grabbing a motorcycle jacket and slipping it on. No sleeping around today. The goal he’s shooting for tonight is to just forget. Luhan laughs bitterly, after Sehun has come into his life, one night stands were almost climbing down on his list of important things in life.He still doesn’t know why.-Black Bird is like his second home, not being able to switch over to any other club for some reason. Maybe because it was the first club he went to after his boyfriend broke up with him, and so far the people there were pleasingly satisfying.He takes a sip of Vodka, his throat burning from the liquid. His drinking habits were a lot different from his standards in bed. In this case, he loves going slow and making sure his throat suffers enough.When he feels the world around him dimming and all the warnings of a headache playing out, he pauses and stands up. The thing he hates the most is getting completely drunk at a club where he could be taken advantage of. Despite his occupation of sleeping around, he still doesn’t like being taken while he’s not conscious of what he’s doing.He tips the bartender and stands up; satisfied when he barely remembers the reason he came here in the first place. He stumbles towards the dance floor where sweaty bodies are sliding against each other promiscuously, and he’s about to slip in discreetly when a hand grabs at his wrist and he’s suddenly dragged. Oh fuck! What the hell?! He yelps when he’s pulled back into a wall. When he turns around, he’s not facing a wall but a clothed chest.He looks up at the face to see who the fucker is but is met with a pair of dry lips instead. “Ugh, stop!” He balls up his hands into fists and beats the pecs of the person kissing him. He’s about lift his knee to kick the latter in the balls when he gets pulled back again, out of the arms of the intruder.Why does everyone love to shove me around? I’m not some rag doll! He screams in his head and turns around, ready to beat the living crap out of the last person to have dragged him. He’s not muscular, can barely throw a punch, but his slaps and his aggressiveness substitute it. He looks up with a hand in midair but freezes, and the world around him stops.He’s face to face with the last person he wants to see.“S-Sehun,” he stammers, his hand still extended. He hears the man who had first violated his lips yell at Sehun, and the latter barely throws a glance at Luhan as he steps forward and swings his fist square in the jaw of the stranger. The shuffle goes on for a while, the little fight bringing in attention from surrounding dancers and clubbers, their focus now set on the two men. When the police are called over, Sehun is aware and grabs Luhan’s worn out wrist, dragging him out the back door before Luhan can even process what happened.“S-Seh –” He stutters, and finally picking up his senses, forces his voice to sound bolder. “Sehun! Let go of me! What the fuck are you doing?!” Sehun doesn’t stop. Luhan stumbles over his own feet, being literally dragged. The air outside is chilly and is even more unbearable as the wind whips at his face, adding onto the pain in his legs from running so much.“Sehun! Stop! Is it this necessary to drag me this far?!” He gives up on trying to resist the hand clamped tightly around hi