Luhan didn't get it. Didn't get it at all.
Sehun started to go out frequently, and sometimes he didn't even get back home.
And Luhan didn't like it.

His sehun started to smell to cigarettes

His sehun started to get home drunk or high.

Now the morning of smiles, hugs from behind, and breakfast together were enchanged for fights and sobs.

Now the saturdays of movies and dramas, ice cream and tickle fight, were enchanged for Luhan waiting at 2 am for Sehun to come back.

Now nights of kisses and not only two bodys, but two souls meeting each other, were enchanged for Luhan crying until he fell sleep.

But Luhan didn't do anything because he knew that Sehun was his.

But then... Luhan realized, that Sehun, wasn't his.