"Wait!" Luhan calls, hastily circling his fingers around Sehun's wrist, holding him in place. "Where are you going?"
Sehun turns his head around, eyes wide and free hand stuck to his mouth. His body jerks and he tries to swallow the bile down, keep the stems from crawling up his throat but his effort is futile.
Luhan is interrupted by petals emerging from Sehun's hand, and he lets go of Sehun's wrist with a shock, stepping backwards. Sehun clutches his tummy and doubles over, emptying his body of the flowers clogging his insides.
"W-water," Sehun says between heaves and Luhan frantically runs off, coming back with a cup filled to the brim, splashing it everywhere in his haste. He gets on his knees to hand over the cup and rubs Sehun's back, waiting for the younger boy to calm down.
"You okay?" Luhan says after a while, when Sehun's sitting silently, drinking water and wiping his mouth.
"Think so. Sorry," Sehun mumbles.
"Don’t worry about it. Haven't seen that in a long time though," Luhan laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
Sehun doesn't say anything, just puts his cup down and covers his face with his hands. His ears are red from embarrassment and all he wants to do is curl in a ball, shield himself away from unrequited feelings.
Luhan chances running a hand through Sehun's hair, but is caught by surprise when the boy flinches.
"Sorry," Sehun mumbles again and Luhan shakes his head, stands up to get more water and and wets a cloth, hoping to remove the wilting flowers from his wooden floor, as pretty as they are. “Let me do it,” Sehun says, grabbing for the cloth as Luhan cleans the floor but Luhan refuses.
“I’m almost done, anyway,” he says with a smile and Sehun sighs, moving to the sofa, hand in his hair. Luhan sits next to him when he’s done, though not too close, and sucks in a deep breath.
"So who is it?" he asks, voice hesitant.
"You know what I mean," Luhan sighs. "Who are you in love with?"
Sehun rubs his temples and makes to stand, Luhan grabbing his wrist again. "Let go, hyung."
"Why won't you tell me?"
"Is that necessary to do?" Sehun questions, looking straight ahead. "Am I required to tell you something like that?"
"Well, no, but-"
"Then mind your own business."
Luhan's confused, because as far as he knows, Sehun has always shared everything with him. Always come to him with his problems. Yet Luhan has to see him puking up flowers, a telltale sign of love, unless Sehun eats flowers for breakfast.
"Have I done something wrong?"
Sehun shakes his head, looks down, but then yanks his arm out of Luhan's grasp, making way to leave, again. Luhan lets him this time, thinking the air smells a whole lot like flowers even after Sehun’s gone.
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