All I Care About

The Damages

"LUHAN!"

The shout was all Luhan heard before Jinho was suddenly ripped away from him and a loud resounding noise could be heard throughout the room – the sound of an angry fist making contact with a jaw.

Luhan doesn't even have time to process what he heard before he's being pulled into a familiar embrace, strong arms quickly wrapping around his trembling frame. With his face pressed against the warm, broad chest he's been accustomed to, Luhan finally realized who it was that came to his rescue.

Sehun.

Luhan could honestly say that he's never been so relieved. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed himself further into Sehun's warmth. He immediately stopped trembling.

"Lu," Sehun whispered, voice strained. "Lu, it's okay," he whispered again when Luhan doesn't respond.

Luhan wanted to call out Sehun's name, but couldn't open his mouth because he's too absorbed in the moment, in being safe in Sehun's arms. He slowly wrapped his arms around Sehun's waist, the back of Sehun's shirt.

"Lu," Sehun tried again and Luhan could hear the worry in his voice.

"Se-Sehun," Luhan choked out, his vision increasingly blurry. "Sehun...Sehun."

Sehun pulled back to look at him. And when he finally gazed into Sehun's concerned eyes, Luhan could feel the tears he was trying to hold back trickle down his face.

Seeing this, Sehun quickly cupped his face. "It's alright, Lu," Sehun said as his thumbs brushed the tears away.

"Sehun."

"I'm here," Sehun said, a small smile appearing on his face to let Luhan know that everything was fine.

As he continued to wipe away Luhan's tears, Luhan couldn't find it in him to look away. With his eyes so trained on Sehun, he doesn't even realize that Sehun's thumb was now gently rubbing the spot that Jinho's lips had been, as if he was hoping to wipe away the evidence of Jinho's betrayal like he did with Luhan's tears.

If only it was that easy.

"Sehun-ah," Luhan sniffed.

With his palms still cupping Luhan's face, Sehun scanned his body and asked, "Are you hurt anywhere?"

Luhan couldn't find it in him to tell Sehun that everything hurts, that everything felt battered, especially his heart.

Sehun, who must have understood, pressed their foreheads together. "Lu, I'm so--"

"How sweet. Oh Sehun to the rescue," a voice from behind them sneered.

Reflexively, Luhan tightened his grip on Sehun, his body naturally clinging on to Sehun. He's not afraid, not with Sehun here, but there was something about Jinho's voice that sent his heart pounding erratically against his chest.

Sehun lowered his hands and settled them on Luhan's back. Although Sehun turned his face to look at Jinho sitting on the adjacent couch, Luhan refused to look in that direction.

"Don't push it," Sehun growled, voice dangerously low.

Jinho merely cackled. "Wow. This isn't like you at all, Sehun. You're unusually calm. Why?"

There was no mistaking it – there was hurt hidden underneath Jinho's words.

"Sehun-ah," Luhan whispered, tugging Sehun's shirt – telling him that he wanted to leave. Now.

Sehun immediately understood, but before he could walk away, Jinho stood up and continued with his taunts.

"Come on, Sehun. Aren't you angry? Furious? I had your boyfriend underneath me. I kissed --"