I Couldn't Care Less

The Attack

DAY 7 Continued..

I wonder what he's doing now...Luhan thought as he stood in the back of the glass elevator, hands clutching the handle bar of his suitcase. He hasn't seen the younger boy yet, so he assumed that Sehun was out with the other music students. He sighed. I really want to see him...

The plane ride to Jeju left him extremely tired and a little nauseous. Truthfully, Luhan hated flying because he would always get a bit sick afterwards. Being strapped to a seat that high in the air doesn't sit well with his body at all.

Then why did he choose fly to Jeju instead of taking a ferry? Because it was the fastest way to Sehun. His Sehun.

After landing on the 14th floor, Luhan got out of the elevator and walked the long corridor, searching for his room. Hmmm room 1402...

Luhan stiffen when he heard hushed footsteps. He could tell someone was behind him – following him.

Scenes from horror movies set in hotels flashed through his mind. Luhan started to panic and quicken his pace. Please stop following me. Please stop following me.

When he got to his room, he quickly jammed the key card into the slot. Beep. Picking up his suitcase he rushed into his room, immediately closing the door behind him. Whew.

Looking around the tiny hotel room that his paycheck from 2 weeks of working got him, Luhan smiled. It was somewhat cozy. Thankfully, the bed was big enough for two in case...

KNOCK KNOCK

Luhan turned his head around to face the door. Who could that be?

Slowly walking towards the door, he put his hand on the handle. WAIT! WHAT IF....

He remembered Tao telling him to always be cautious whenever he was in a new place and that he should answer the door with some sort of weapon in hand in case something happens. Luhan quickly grabbed the magazine that was on the nightstand and rolled it up. It wasn't much of a weapon, but he could still use it to hit the offender or at least give the person a proper paper cut.

He swallowed and opened the door, hand gripping the rolled up magazine for protection.

"Mmph-"

A pair of familiar pink lips crashed onto his. Soft firm hands cupped his cheeks. By instinct, Luhan closed his eyes - to take it all in. The rolled up magazine falling to the floor with a thud.

With the attacking lips still pressing against his own, Luhan smiled into the kiss. The kiss that screamed desperation, lust, loneliness, and love.

He knew who the owner of the attacking lips was without even opening his eyes. He could recognize those lips anywhere – being so accustomed to them on his own, Luhan would of course know the exact feel of those lips, the exact taste.

Sehun.

He circled his arms around Sehun's neck, eager to pull Sehun closer to him. Feeling Luhan's arms around the back of his neck prompted Sehun to wrap his arms around Luhan's waist to pull him in, all while still deeply immersed in the kiss.

Being able to finally have Sehun so close him, to experience Sehun's kisses again, caused Luhan's mind to run wild. His heart beating erratically like it always does when Sehun was around. His entire body in a frenzy, screaming for more. More Sehun.

He slipped out a needy moan, which caused Sehun to pull away. Luhan whimpered at the absence of Sehun's lips.

Luhan opened his eyes to find a grinning Sehun. The younger boy looked the same, minus the lustful eyes (which Sehun reserved for only special occasions).