Sticky End

nine

            Twentieth of December came and Sehun did all he could to get in contact with his hyung before leaving for China the following day. He kept on calling Luhan, but his phone was still unavailable. He was so frustrated for hours of trying so he decided to get Xiumin's apartment number instead.

            After almost an hour of just finding Xiumin's number he eventually found it. The digits were written on a piece of sticky note, pasted on Luhan's desk. Sehun checked the time, it was seven o'clock. His hyung should be home that time, and having dinner. Tired and missing his hyung, Sehun didn't think twice of calling the number.

            At Xiumin's apartment, they were having a dilemma of what dinner they should have. After minutes of brainstorming, Luhan grew tired and decided to buy microwavable pizza. As the man left, just as he closed the apartment door, the telephone rang.

            Xiumin got up from the sofa and stood by the telephone, waiting for the third ring. He has gotten used to that because he always did it in the office. When the telephone reached its third ring Xiumin answered it.

            'Hello, this is Xiumin. How may I help you?' he spoke, as how he does at his office.

There was a few seconds long silence that made him irritated. 'Hello?' he spoke again

            A muffled cough eventually followed, and a deep voice that greeted, 'Hello...'

Xiumin was a bit shook with the voice that he heard, he knew who it was.

            'What do you want?' he instantly scowled at Sehun.

            'I want hyung... let me speak with him' Sehun demanded

            'What makes you think that he wants to speak with you?'

Xiumin had to bite his lower lip; he knew Luhan wanted to speak with his younger brother. But he had to lie, he did it to protect Luhan, he believed.

            'I... I just need to tell him something'

            'Just tell it to me, I'll surely pass it to him'

Sehun sighed, 'You're not going to let me speak to him, aren't you?'

            'Even if I did make you speak with him, he wouldn't want it'

There was a pause in their tensed conversation, but they didn't let it last long.

            'Okay, fine. Tell hyung that I'm flying to China tomorrow night...'

            'Is that all?' Xiumin wasn't giving him time to think

            'Also I'm sorry, about what happened, about hurting him, and everything else.'

            'Is that all?' Xiumin asked once more, as if he didn't care about Sehun's words.

Sehun rubbed circles onto his right temple, as he said, 'Yeah, that's all... I sure hope my words will reach him'

            Xiumin chuckled and replied, 'You don't trust me at all...'

            Sehun chuckled too, 'Take good care of hyung, if something ever happens to him...'

            'Don't worry Luhan is better off with me, than being with you.'

Sehun clenched his fist, 'If something ever happens to him, I'll never forgive you'

            'What was that? Were you threatening me?' He tried to mock Sehun

            'Just... Just tell him what I told you...'

            'Yeah, whatever'

Xiumin ended the call after spouting those last two words. He was annoyed. Everything about Sehun annoyed him.

'I can't believe that Sehun's voice is deeper than mines' he remembered Luhan's words.

The very greeting was enough for Xiumin to know it was Sehun. Luhan's description was always in his mind. Every description about Sehun was always in his mind. And it annoyed him.

            It was thirty minutes after the call when Luhan got back. He was holding two paper bags crushed onto his chest, with a smile he greeted Xiumin. As he got to the kitchen counter, Luhan dropped the paper bags when Xiumin suddenly hugged him from behind.

            'Xiumin, look at what you made me do! Yah, the bags fell' Luhan giggled a bit as he held Xiumin's arms wrapped around his shoulders.

            'Lulu...' Xiumin's breathe tickled Luhan's neck. It was warm.

            'Yes?' he asked with a smile still on his face.

Xiumin buried his nose in Luhan's white neck, giving him light pecks that made Luhan giggle more and whispered, 'I love you'

Luhan was a bit surprised with the sudden affectionate words. 'What's gotten into you?' he asked as he held Xiumin's arms a bit tighter.

'Do you love me too?' Xiumin asked

            Luhan turned to Xiumin and smiled, 'Is something wrong?' he asked

Xiumin shook his head and pulled Luhan a lot closer, their bodies touching.

            'Luhan...' he called again, burying his face in Luhan's neck again. The scent of his shampoo mixed with a bit of sweat was mesmerizing.

            'X-Xiumin what's wrong?'

            'I love you...' he whispered again and hugged him more.

            'Xiu-Xiumin'

            'I love you...' again.

Luhan kissed Xiumin and gave him his sweetest smile. They continued to embrace and melted into each other's arms. It was warmer. Xiumin wanted to make Luhan his.

            Just five more days and he'll get what he wants.

            Just five days.