Every so often, his gaze wandered and lingered on his mysterious butler. The man walked next to a girl while he carried her bulky textbooks. They brushed passed him. Sehun clenched his hand, he felt oddly livid, and he muttered, "Luhan."

Immediately, Luhan stopped talking to the girl and stared at him.

"Is there anything you need, Sir?"

You're mine, Sehun thought childishly. Not hers.

He looked at Luhan and then the girl. She didn't know. He took a shaky breath; he couldn't do this to Luhan. "N-no, it's nothing. Never mind. Sorry for interrupting."

Luhan gave a curt nod.