Envy (Luhan x You)
Luhan is slumped on a leather couch in the living room of your house, his almost russet eyes fixed on the two figures intermingled on the armchair beside him. He watches, fingers digging into the stiff leather, as Kai wraps an arm around you and plants a kiss upon your lips.
His unreasonable coveting hinders, when a familiar figure walks into the living room and plops down on the couch next to Luhan, her body pressed quite casually against his.
How had he gotten in this mess?
It had begun maybe eight months ago, the beginning of your Junior year of high school. Luhan, your close neighbor and best friend of eight years who had a crush on you, had been trailing around you, as your shadow, until you revealed to him that you had gotten a boyfriend- Kai, a boy with a charming smile and a substantial role on the basketball team.
Luhan, infuriated and blinded by jealousy, had accepted the sudden confession of your best friend almost a month later- a decision he soon regretted. Yet he continued to “date” her, thinking that you would possibly become jealous.
“Do you guys wanna stay?” you ask, Jongin running his fingers through your hair. “We’re going to be watching movies.”
Your best friend shakes her head. “Luhan and I have already planned to go on a date,” she says, linking arms with Luhan.
When Luhan is silent, flumped on the couch and picking lint off his jacket, your best friend pinches Luhan on the arm. “Oh, yeah,” Luhan says. “We’re going on a date.”
“See you guys,” you say, waving.
Luhan steals one last glimpse of Kai planting light kisses on your cheek as your best friend grabs him by the arm and literally drags him out the front door.
Luhan is excited when he receives a text from you, telling him to meet you at the movie theater.
His mind is a blur of fantasies, the two of you sitting side by side and exchanging laughs throughout the entire movie, as he enjoys a lax jaunt to the theater.
But those fantasies are shattered when he walks through the front door and sees you in Kai’s arms.
“Luhan!” you yell, waving.
When Luhan approaches you, he hears Kai muttering, “You invited him, too?”
You prod Kai in the ribs with your elbow. “He’s my best friend,” you hiss. “He’s like an older brother to me, so be nice.”
Luhan cringes at the words “Older brother”. It is a label that has been following him around for years now.
“Why did you call me?” Luhan asks, his voice bitter.
You smiled and waved three tickets in his face. “It’s premiere night, and I got three tickets, so I invited you!” you exclaim. “A lot of people wanted to get tickets to this movie, so you should be thanking me.”
Luhan’s rigid lips crack into a smile.
“Let’s go get our seats,” you insist.
“I’m going to buy a drink first,” Luhan replies. “You go ahead.”
Luhan watches as you walk into the theater, hand-in-hand with Kai.
“Next time, will you tell me when you invite a friend to our date?” Kai asks.
“I thought I told you!” you exclaim in a loud whisper.
The smile soon disappears from Luhan’s lips.
He actually believed that you had called him, just for the two for you to hang out and interchange jokes and heartfelt conversations.
But he was wrong.
“Don’t you have anything to ask me?” your best friend asks, propped in the seat across from Luhan in the café.
“No,” Luhan says, his eyes never leaving the screen of his phone between his hands.
Your best friend sighs before swiping the phone from between Luhan’s fingers.
“What the hell was that fo-“
“Prom is in two days, Luhan. Two days. As my boyfriend, it is your job to ask me to prom,” she says, enunciating each syllable.
Quite blatantly, Luhan says, “No.”
“I’m not asking you to the dance,” Luhan says.
“Are you breaking up with me?”
“I never liked you in the first place,” Luhan says.
After seven months of being hauled around on unwilling dates and staying up past midnight because of your best friend’s yapping over the phone, Luhan is finished.
Luhan remains idle as your best friend wraps her fingers around the cup of coffee in front of her and catapults it into Luhan’s face, the warm liquid dripping down his levelled skin. He doesn’t stop her, for he knows he has done wrong to toy with a girl’s heart and deserves more than just having coffee thrown in his face.
With mascara and tears running down her cheeks, your best friend slaps Luhan across the left cheek, leaving a stinging sensation and a splotchy red mark. “I hate you!” she yells, before storming out of the café.
Silence in the café rings louder in his ears than it should have.
Luhan sits in the gloom of his empty bedroom on the night of prom, leaning against a wall and his running a hand through his hair. The door creaks open, and the head of silhouetted figure peeks in. Without once looking up, Luhan yells, “I want to be alone!”
When he looks to see that the silhouetted figure is you, his eyes widen. “What are you doing here?”
You enter his bedroom and take the seat next to him, your elbows touching. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Why didn’t you tell me you broke up with her?” you ask, eyes swimming with worry. “And why did you date her if you never really loved her? You and I know both know that’s not right.”
“Shouldn’t you be at prom with your boyfriend?”
You bite your lip before responding with a low, “We broke up.”
Luhan is still, mouth slightly ajar.
Is he supposed to be happy?
“Yesterday, I was on a date with Kai when I found out the two of you broke up, so I told Kai I had to see you,” you say, almost on the verge of tears. “Kai said that I cared for you too much. I told him we were just friends, but being the stubborn guy he is, he said we should break up.”
You flash a sad smile at Luhan.
“I guess it’s just you and me,” you say.
After a moment of exchanging sullen glances and the pounding of heartbeats, you are kissing. Luhan leans in and presses his lips against yours, and you maybe wrap your arms around him.
“I was envious,” he murmurs between breaths. “I thought if I dated your best friend, you would be jealous.”
“I guess I’m yours now,” you murmur back.
“I guess so,” Luhan replies.
The kiss continues, deepening like the night sky.