Luhan is sick and tired of all the staged skinship--it's driving him crazy, and certainly isn't doing good things to his heart either. Luhan acts peeved the next time Sehun tries couple fanservice with him on stage, and confuses the oblivious Sehun. 

"Luhan swung down Sehun's hand angrily, once they were safely out of their fans' sight. 

"Didn't I tell you not to hold my hand on stage?" Luhan's voice was cold, and Sehun sort of reeled back in surprise. 

"You did," Sehun admitted, one hand behind his head, looking for all the world like a kicked puppy, "But I thought that was just you in a bad mood. I didn't know you actually meant it..." He trailed off, unsure of what to say, uncertain about what to do to appease his livid hyung. 

Luhan took a deep breath, the air hissing past his teeth as he tried to get a hold of his temper. He was being silly, yes, but he couldn't help it. Holding hands with Sehun hurt, and Luhan didn't want to have to go through it anymore. 

"Well now you know." Luhan balled his hands up into fists, and jammed them into his pockets. 

"But manager hyung told me to--" Sehun tried explaining himself. 

Luhan cut him off. Luhan hardly ever got angry--he was too much of a happy, smiley person--but when he did blow his top, boy was he scary. Sehun's wide eyes followed Luhan's every movement.

"That's the problem, idiot." Luhan muttered, softly so that he was the only one to hear. 

"What?" Sehun leaned forwards. 

Luhan didn't answer--didn't want to--because he was afraid. Instead, he gave Sehun's shoulder a shove and stormed off into the van, and pretended to be asleep when the rest of the members finally found their way into the vehicle after finishing up backstage. "