Sehun stood back with his arm stretched out towards the guy. That hair, Sehun had a gut feeling that it was LuHan. Jay pulled LuHan closer to him and glared back at Sehun. A small voice called out, "Let Go", muffled by Jay's shirt. His throat tightened and so did his grip. They both dashed in the opposite direction, leaving Sehun with his bag of Lays chips.

     His heart was beating, hands shaking, and dripping sweat. It was LuHan. Sehun knew that voice, those kind words that were uttered through those plump lips. He hated it. LuHan was being held by Jay, out of his own will. His never allowed himself to be unwantedly touched, but why didn't he resist, or push him away? Why was it Jay? Why?

     Sehun reached his dressing room and slammed the door. He threw all the colognes, foundations and everything to the ground. The floor was a mess, covered with shards of glass. He laced his fingers around a hand full and threw them against the clothing rack. He was panting, and his palms were cut. He managed to pull of his tie and rip open the top buttons of his shirt. Sehun laid there leaning against the wall. He took out a picture of LuHan out of his pocket and held it dearly to his chest.

     The temperature felt like it was rising, but it wasn't. Sehun was panting and feeling hot. He undid all the buttons of his shirt and unbuckled his belt. He kept staring at LuHan's face as he zipped down his jean fly and took out his long, stiff rod. He went up and down his shaft, and felt himself grow. Sehun slouched against the wall and felt his body twist as the sensation increased. He went faster and as he reached his , he stopped. Tears ran down his face along with sweat. His throat closed up and he let out a scream. All this time he never took his eyes off LuHan's face.