Sticky End

six

Luhan quietly made his way inside their apartment, tip toeing he looked for Sehun. As he peeked at his brother's room he saw him fast asleep on his bed, room full of mess. He didn't bother to wake him up, he had his own worries. Quickly he entered his room, took garments without even looking and rushed inside the bathroom.

As he removed his stinky clothes that reeked beer, and then he looked at his body at the mirror. 'Shit' he clicked his tongue automatically at the sight of his body. It was covered with hickeys, it made him frown. Counting them, it was impossible. On his arm, his back, his abdomen and even on his neck. It was nerve wrecking. Out of frustration, he continued to wash himself.

As he got out of the bathroom with the towel hanging on his neck, he found his younger brother idly waiting outside with crossed arms, Sehun sighed,

'I know you're older than me, and I have no right to scold you for staying out for the night but please let me know beforehand if you're not coming home' he said coldly

Luhan's heart shook as he looked him in the eye, the sudden image of last night made him want to puke. He was utterly disgusting. To think he'd use a friend just to feel relieved?

'I'm sorry' he weakly answered and turned his attention away from Sehun.

Sehun looked at his hyung who looked so tired, he wanted to ask him where he has been but calmly restrained himself to do so, because he has no right to scold his hyung. As his eyes gazed down at his hyung's arm he saw a strange mark.

'What's that mark?' He asked and noticed Luhan's widening of eyes.

'I-It's nothing' Luhan stuttered and covered the mark on his arm with his hand.

Even though he covered it, his hand also had marks. It made Sehun worry and at the same time question his whereabouts once again.

'Where were you last night, hyung? I'm sorry if I'm prying' he tried to sound calmly as possible.

'Don't worry about it, Sehun' Luhan said snobbishly, he was starting to feel anxious. 'It's just mosquito bites... it's nothing... forget about it'

Sehun was about to touch him, but Luhan slapped his hand away. They were both shocked. 'I-I'm so- I'm so tired... I'm going to bed, don't disturb me'

Luhan turned his back away from his brother, and rushed to his own room. Tossing away his shirt, he took a sweater on his cabinet and put it on, just to hide the marks. As he laid down his bed, he held his hand.

The hand that just hit his brother, it was still painful from the collision. It made him hate himself more. It was unnecessary, he shouldn't have hit him. Remembering the expression Sehun had before he turned his back pained his heart. He felt utterly disgusted with himself a lot more.

As Sehun watched his hyung turn his back away from him with a frowning expression plastered upon his face, it made him clench his fist. He could still feel the pain from the slap on his hand. But that wasn't the pain he thought of-rather he paid attention to the pain that stung his chest.

'I might have made him mad for being too nosy' he tried to make himself believe that obvious lie just because he couldn't come up with anything else. Pitying himself, he gave a slight smile as he walked back to his room.

'Hyung must be so angry at me now... he's never hurt me' he chuckled softly

'I really am selfish...'

The pain on his chest lingered...

Luhan stared blankly at his office desk. He felt awfully tired the whole day. It was obvious Sehun was avoiding him, and he hated it. What he hated most was the fact that he couldn't do anything about it. He knew he was at fault. It was his fault.