I Couldn't Care Less

The Spell

"What are you doing?" Sehun asked as he stood by the door, eyes focused on his roommate's back.

Luhan whipped his head around. "O-oh. Uhh. S-Sehun."

Sehun studied his petrified eyes, wondering why the older boy looked so terrified – he soon found the answer when his eyes landed on the slip of paper Luhan was holding. Sehun squinted at the paper.

What..?..It couldn't be...?! His eyes widen in realization.

Now it was Sehun's turn to looked terrified. He stormed over to where Luhan was standing, apparently glued to the spot, and snatched the photo from Luhan's hands. He may have been more rough on the boy than he had intended, but then again Luhan shouldn't have been snooping around his things.

"What were you doing with my stuff?!" He hissed at Luhan, who looks quite frightened now. Sehun threw the picture in the drawer and slammed it shut.

"I-I'm sorry. I w-was looking for a marker, so I o-opened your drawer and found the p-picture. I know I'm not supposed to touch your things, but I-I....I'm sorry," Luhan stuttered, keeping his head low.

Sehun glared at him with muscles tensed, upset that the older boy had invaded his privacy, but that emotion quickly changed to one of utter shock when he notices that Luhan was now.... trembling.

H-he's shaking.

The tension in Sehun's body immediately lessened, his gaze soften. All thoughts of chastising the older boy vanished, replaced by thoughts of concern.

"Are you o–?"

"I-I shouldn't have touched your stuff. You have every right to be mad," Luhan interrupted, voice incredibly fragile. He still refused to give Sehun eye contact.

Sehun took a step forward, hoping to put his hand on Luhan's shoulders to possibly comfort him, but the older boy, not aware of Sehun's pure intention, started walking towards the bedroom door.

"You don't want to see me right now, so I'll just go," Luhan muttered with a sad, broken voice.

Sehun felt a sharp pang in the chest area. He hastily grabbed Luhan's sleeve.

"YAH! Don't put words in my mouth."

With Sehun still firmly holding on to his sleeve, Luhan turned around to face the maknae, eyes downcast.

"You don't have to leave."

Luhan finally looked at Sehun, confusion written all over his face.

"But-"

"I'm not that mad at you," Sehun asserted. He lets go of Luhan's sleeve and awkwardly patted the older boy on the shoulder. Luhan made a small startle movement, but Sehun doesn't notice – he was just glad to see that the boy wasn't trembling like before.

"But you are mad at me," Luhan said while unconsciously feeling his shoulder -- at the spot Sehun had touched him.

"Well you were touching my things without my permission," Sehun pointed out, only to have the other boy frown. "But I overreacted. I didn't mean to be sorough on you."

"It's okay. I'm use to it actually," Luhan murmured.

"Wait – what?"

"It's nothing," He mumbled. Sehun wanted to know what Luhan meant when he said he was use to it, but with everything else regarding Luhan, he had bad timing.

"Dinner is ready guys! Come down!" Kyungsoo shouted from downstairs.

"Let's go." Luhan gave Sehun a small smile. He knew that the smile was meant to assure him that everything was fine, but Sehun felt uneasy nonetheless. After making up his mind that he'll get the truth out of Luhan sooner or later, he followed him downstairs.