Monophobia -SehunxLuhan-Luhan's p.o.v

Pastel Pink

Ch.3
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"Luhan-ssi" - I was sour rounds in complete darkness and everything had been warm. "It's been a while hyung ..." I had no idea why I didn't want to open my eyes or maybe I couldn't .

Everything was stuffy, but I could still breathe through my mouth."Luhan hyung." I felt my eyes finally peeling open and all I could see was soft pink ...and Sehun.

I was on the ground, the wet grass could be felt under my palms and he was crying tear of the darkest blue- hiccups and whines had filled the air and it almost made me choke.

I almost gasped as I felt his warm fingertips graze over my hands, but I was more concerned as to why he was crying so much.

Despite the dull ache surrounding my body, I turned myself to face him, "No-No hyung please...don't." Sehun had almost gasped out-why was he so worried, I just wanted to see him better.

The grass hurt as I applied pressure to try to stand. Sehun's form was hunched and shaky- and why the hell was he crying again? Wasn't he happy to see me?"

The ground beneath me was now solid-no more wet grass, but all hardwood flooring that was far too cold for my pale feet and I groaned. Glass had jabbed it's way into me, making the porcelain skin around it a dark red.

Looking down, glass had covered the underside of my foot and crimson liquid had dropped from the wounds source and finally my vision was in focus. The pink turning into a dark red, and the heat that had shrouded my body originally had all turned into ice cold howls of winds.

I could see clearly that the picture of me and Luhan had been shattered, that must've been what I stepped on.

All twelve of us looked so happy, I thought. But I knew the truth, Sehun was not happy, I wasn't happy, none of us were truly happy.

Sehun was a sobbing mess, head resting on my leg as the rest of his body clung tightly to my leg as I stood up straight now. I looked at him in confusion, lost as to why this was all happening to us.

"Don't leave, please! I - I don't want to be alone again hyung." Sehun cried out through hiccups of whining and I had realized that he was crushing my leg as if he would let go, his life would be over.

The room was dark and cold and smelled like illness and I wanted to leave this place, if only I could take Sehun with me, he'd be the first person I came back too- but why was I still gone...?