Sticky End

eleven

            Slowly opening the door, Luhan took a deep breath. The smell of their home was so relaxing, he missed it. As he got in, he took off his shoes and wore his fluffy slippers and walked to their living room.

            'Welcome home, hyung' Luhan wanted to hear those words again, but Sehun wasn't here.

            The man continued to stroll inside their apartment, it was kept tidy by his younger brother and it made him smile a bit. Continuing his way to his room, Luhan noticed that his brother left his bedroom door open. So he walked to his bedroom door to close it, however as he was right in front of the bedroom, Luhan noticed that it was messy inside.

            Curiosity fled over Luhan which led him to entering Sehun's room. Crumpled papers were scattered, along with the trash bin fallen down. His desk was full of splattered ink rubbed with crumpled papers.

            Luhan tried to clean the desk, but the ink had dried and the papers were sticking to the desk. He never knew Sehun was this messy when it came to writing. Odd, it seemed. His letters to him were always so clean, the exact opposite of what he's seeing right now.

            He decided to leave the desk as it is, but he wanted to pick up the papers along the floor. As he did he also fixed the trash bin and threw them in. Under the desk Sehun saw two pens then he picked them up and thought about placing them inside the desk drawers.

            The middle one was full of papers, it wasn't for the pens while the other small drawers were locked or maybe just stuck. The only one left was the last drawer. Luhan didn't think twice about opening it.

            It was bigger than the rest of the drawers, and it made the desk look uneven. As he looked inside he saw boxes. He wanted to look at the contents, but he stopped himself. After placing the pens he closed it again. But the drawer got stuck to his dismay.

            One by one he removed the boxes to fix the drawer. There were a lot of them. It took him a while to get the drawer fixed and Luhan thought that it was odd for it looked like it was customized. But he paid no attention to it as he continued to return the boxes to its place.

            When the last box was about to be put inside, Luhan's grip let the box go, causing it to fall down and its contents scattered into the floor.

            Letters, and a lot of them. He found them from inside the box. It felt like he already seen them. When he picked them up he read to whom the letter were from, and once he read it... Luhan was stunned.

            'To Sehun' was what he read from the letter, but that wasn't what surprised him. It was the handwriting itself. It was too familiar because it was his. His letters for Sehun it was kept well and tidy.

            He took the other boxes out and opened them. 'To Sehun' he read those words over and over. With his handwriting, his stationary it made his letters. They were there. Luhan couldn't believe it, he was damned shook by what he saw. It made him miss Sehun more.

            Luhan stood up and looked at the messy desk once more, this time he looked at what was inside the crumpled papers.

            'Hyung,

                        Have you been listening to classical music? I still am.

Sehun'

            The ink was dried, but it didn't look that old. Sehun must've written it just a few days before. Luhan couldn't help it, he took the other balls of paper that he just picked up and thrown inside the bin.

            'Hyung,

                        Have you been eating well? I sure hope you are.

                                                                                                 Sehun'

           

            'Hyung,

                        I talked with mom a while ago and she asked me how you've been. I couldn't tell her we had troubles, I didn't want her to be upset. I'm sorry.

Sehun'

            'Hyung,

                        I want to talk to you soon... after I get back from China, I hope we patch things up once and for all. I miss you.

                                                                                              Sehun'

            The words within those crumpled papers were enough to make Luhan shed tears. He just wanted to see Sehun right then and there he couldn't wait for him to get back from China. He had missed him too. He wanted to patch things much quicker than how Sehun wished for it.

            How he regretted not being able to make up with Sehun before Christmas, but with what he just read Luhan felt contented. At least now he knows that Sehun does not hate him and all that was left for him was to wait for Sehun to come back.

            But unknown to Luhan, Xiumin on the other hand, was plotting something for their Christmas together. Xiumin has been pushed to his limit and he couldn't hold it in anymore. He needed to make Luhan his. That's all he wants for his Christmas.