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bvidzsoo · 6 years

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Author: bvidzsoo

Warning: light swearing, smut

Pairing: Oh Sehun x female reader

Word count: 11, 598

Summary: Oh Sehun, a successful business man, divorced with a daughter. Oh Sejeong, Sehun’s daughter, your best friend. You liked Sehun for quite a while, what happens when you drink and he has to brink you home?

A/N: Bam, and I just dropped a Sehun one shot...this is a one shot, so don’t ask for any other parts, hehe! Okay, I hope you like it and happy reading! Your thoughts are welcomed!

I think I had been staring at the magazine’s cover for at least ten minutes. But would you blame me when it’s Monday morning, seven o’clock, I’m dead tired, and the man himself on the cover is Oh Sehun. Oh Sehun, 35 years old, CEO of the biggest Travelling Agency in Korea, Yerat Agency...also, my best friend’s, super hot, divorced, dad. I would lie if I said that Sehun is not handsome or I don’t have a crush on him. I know him since I’m small, thanks to Sejeong, her daughter, and me being friends from primary school but I only started seeing Mr. Oh in a different light when I turned thirteen. I remember falling in their garden while I was playing with Sejeong and a few of our other friends and Mr. Oh helped me up, carried me inside the house and treated my wound on my left knee. There’s still a small scar there, barely visible. That was when my crush started on him, seeing him being so caring towards me moved something inside me. I remember him standing close to me, and being so warm that I had the urge to just hug him and never let go of him. Oh Sehun always looked cold, calculated and stern in front of cameras while behind them he was a caring, nice and goofy man...sometimes shy too. It was a side only Sejeong and I got to see.

“Eat this and please…” My mother sighed as she placed the bowl of cereals in front of me “wake up already”

“I’m trying, okay?” I groaned, slowly lifting the spoon and eating its content. I hate Monday mornings, and usually high school but oh well...must survive, right?

“Why did you go to bed so late last night?” Mom raised her eyebrows as she sat down in front of me.

“I didn’t” I lied, shrugging.

“Y/N, the light was on at one am” She glared at me, expecting a real answer. I thought they were asleep?

“Well, I had a project I had to finish” I shrugged, taking another spoonful of my cereals. Okay, and I also helped Sejeong stalk her crush.

“If you knew it was due today, why did you procrastinate?” Mom sighed, taking the magazine I’ve been staring at “You are so lazy, Y/N...What will you do in University?”

“To be a model you don’t need Physics and Chemistry” I shrugged, licking clean the bowl of milk. It was no lie that I am gorgeous. I might sound narcissist, but I really aren’t. I’m just very beautiful and considered modelling from a young age. I took different courses and already got a place at the modelling university I want to attend. A few more months and I will graduate and then I can finally do what I always liked doing. I got praised for my good looks at a young age so my parents decided it would be nice to try and see what happens if I start modelling, turns out I actually enjoyed it and were immediately picked for a smaller agency. Since then I changed at least three agencies, but the one I’m at currently is good enough that it got me to this university. I got my good looks from my parents. They are both drop dead gorgeous so no surprises I turned out good too.

“Look at him” Mom smiled fondly at the cover “He grew to be a successful man. I am happy for him” Mom and dad are good friends with Mr. Oh due to Sejeong and me being friends for such long time. When we were young, Mr. Oh’s company was still small, but with time it turned out to be the best and biggest in that field.

“Well, Mr. Oh always worked hard” I shrugged, getting up from the table and placing the bowl in the sink “He deserves all the recognition he gets now”

“That’s indeed true, Y/N” Mom nodded with a small smile, eyes still on the magazine, reading the words that were said by Mr. Oh and typed down.

“Sejeong sent me a message that she’s here, so I will go” I grabbed my backpack and pecked mom’s check. Before I could make it out the kitchen, I was pulled back by mom, rolling her eyes.

“What” I asked confused, looking around.

“Did you even look in the mirror this morning?” She scoffed, standing in front of me.

“For ten seconds? Probably” I muttered, looking down at myself. My shirt was un-tucked from my skirt, making me look like a mess.

“I swear to god, Y/N—” Mom sighed, arranging my uniform for me. I giggled thanking her and walking to the front door with her on my tails.

“You know I’m usually a messy person” I winked at her.

“If the cameras saw—scandalous!” She teased me with a laugh when I glared at her.

“I know when to be professional” I said smugly, opening the door and walking outside.

“Thanks god, otherwise I don’t know what I’d do with you” Mom leaned against the doorframe and watched me walk up to the gold Porsche Cayenne, that was Sejeong’s car. Okay, not hers, her father’s, but it still counts as hers. Mom waved at me as I got inside the car.

“Morning, Mr. Kim, Sejeong” I greeted the driver, Mr. Oh’s personal assistant and most trusted man.

“How many times did I tell you to call me Minseok?” He sighed, shaking his head.

“Sorry, it feels weird” I chuckled, side hugging Sejeong as she smiled at me.

“And you make me feel old” Minseok chuckled “That’s not nice, Y/N”

“I’ll try harder” I bowed my head at him, making the cat eyed man grin.

“Why do you look dead?” Sejeong asked laughed, nudging my side.

“Is it that visible?” I groaned, leaning against the seat.

“Yes” Minseok spoke from the driver’s seat, making me pout.

“I stayed up late because I had a project to finish and…” I grinned at Sejeong “someone wanted me to stalk their crush”

“Sejeong!” Minseok exclaimed as the car stopped at a red light “You are stalking Jongin again?”

“No!” Sejeong exclaimed embarrassed.

“Yes, she’s at the stalking phase again” I nodded, rubbing my eyes a bit. I don’t wear usually make up, only if it’s a must.

“Don’t let Sehun know” Minseok chuckled, looking at me through the rear view mirror “He’ll take her phone away again and then you won’t be sleeping for a long time”

“I’d rather not repeat that incident” I shivered at the memory. A few months ago I accidentally told Mr. Oh that Sejeong is stalking her crush and he took her phone away for at least three weeks. Those three weeks I barely got sleep thanks to Sejeong...she kept calling me in the middle of the night from Minseok’s phone and told me to see if Jongin posted anything new on his social medias. It was indeed a nightmare.

“Yeah, you better not tell dad if you don’t want to get locked up in my room” Sejeong threatened with a small glare, making me smile at her with wide eyes. You don’t want to get locked up in the devil’s room, trust me.

“Y/N, wake up” A hand shook my shoulders, making me frown. No, I don’t want to wake up. I want to sleep.

“Its lunch time, wake up” What? I slept all history class? Holy mother! I slowly raised my head only to be met with Kyungsoo’s wide eyes.

“Great, you woke up” He smiled at me, patting my head.

“Yeah” I mumbled, stretching my back as I got up from the chair “Can I go home now?”

“You know we have three more classes” Kyungsoo laughed, waiting for me to take my bag.

“What!” I exclaimed, bumping into my desk “Three more classes!”

“Be quiet” Kyungsoo frowned and glanced around, he never liked too much attention.

“But—I don’t want to stay here for three more classes” I whined, taking my bag from Kyungsoo.

“I don’t think anyone wants to” Kyungsoo shrugged “But now hurry up”

“Don’t hurry me” I groaned, shaking my head “I still haven’t woken up”

“Then wake up” Kyungsoo scoffed, dodging a few students that were playing around in the hallway. I ran into someone, mumbling an apology and hurrying after Kyungsoo.

“I can’t even open my eyes normally” I whispered, resting my hand on Kyungsoo’s shoulder.

“Y/N, Mr. Oh is here” Kyungsoo suddenly stopped walking, making me run into him.

“What! Where? Why!” I raised my head so suddenly it started spinning. I looked around, suddenly feeling more awake than ever. There was no one here, trust me, I can recognize Mr. Oh’s body from miles away.

“Welcome among the alive ones” Kyungsoo grinned at me, taking my hand and walking to the Cafeteria.

“Shithead” I muttered, letting myself get dragged. Kyungsoo laughed as he sent a flying kiss my way before opening the Cafeteria doors. Kyungsoo was the only one that knew about my crush on Oh Sehun. I’m glad he’s the only one that knows, because he never teases me about it. He was pretty surprised when he found out, I drank a little bit too much and he was near me so I told him, but nevertheless never told anyone.

“You woke up?” Sejeong smiled at me as I sat down beside her.

“Yep”

“Thank you, Kyungsoo” She smiled at him as he nodded with a small smile.

“Oh, Y/N!” Sejeong exclaimed, placing her Yoghurt down “Dad is doing a photo shooting at the time we finish school so I want to stop by, are you coming with me?”

“Yeah, sure” I shrugged “And after we go to your house, right?”

“Yes, that’s how we initially planned” Sejeong grinned “But I want to see dad in action, it’s not like he’ll mind”

“I’m sure he won’t” I smiled at her “He loves her little daughter”

“I’m not little” Sejeong whined “And he likes you too—Kyungsoo! Do you want to come?”

“I’d love to, but I have tutoring” He smiled apologetically.

“Next time” Sejeong grinned as Kyungsoo nodded. Seems like I’ll attend an exclusive photo shooting of Oh Sehun.

Indeed after school we were brought to the place where Mr. Oh was making the photo shoot. It was an inside shooting, and the building was huge. I’ve been to buildings like this before, but they never cease to amaze me. Minseok led us to the room where the shooting was with a smile on his face. Sejeong and I were carrying two bags of food we picked up on our way here. After all, we couldn’t come with empty hands. Not when Mr. Oh always took care of the both of us, it was only nice if we returned the favour.

“Here” Minseok grinned as he opened the double gray doors, stepping aside and letting us enter. Sejeong had a bounce in her steps as she entered, proud to see her father. I understand what she feels, both my parents are lawyers and whenever I see them succeeding in a case, I can’t help but be full of pride. Suddenly, the scenery was all too familiar for me. The white background where Mr. Oh was posing, the lightning that was placed on him. The photographer and the staff behind the computers monitoring the pictures, while others were sitting on the high chairs and making sure everything looked perfect on Mr. Oh. The staff greeted us and a nice lady led us to a smaller table with chairs where we could place the food and our school bags.

“Are you Mr. Oh’s daughter?” She asked, turning to Sejeong. She nodded and respectfully introduced herself.

“Hello, my name is Jung Y/N” I respectfully bowed when it was my turn.

“Oh, are you perhaps Mr. Oh’s wife?” I choked on my own saliva when I heard the question and Sejeong started laughing so loudly, even Mr. Oh glanced at us. I caught his eyes before quickly looking back at the confused lady in front of me.

“I’m—I’m not—”

“Her! My mother!” Sejeong laughed louder “She is my best friend, Miss Park” That was the lady’s name.

“Oh—Oh, I—” She blushed madly, bowing low “I’m sorry, Miss Jung. You look more mature than your age shows, I thought that maybe—”

“Are you a reporter?” Finally recovering from my shock, I raised my eyebrows suspiciously at her. It wasn’t hidden that at shootings like this reporters would sneakily get in, pretend to be part of the staff and collect shady information about the respective person.

“What” Miss Park chuckled, bringing a strand of hair behind her ear “No, of course not. I’m a staff member—”

“Are you?” I smirked, taking a step closer to her “Because usually people tell me I look younger than my age, not make me at least ten years older. If you are here to collect negative information about Mr. Oh, I suggest you leave. He is a nice man, so it won’t be an easy work”

“Wow” Miss Park breathed out, a smirk breaking on her lips “How did I get caught so easily” Sejeong stared at me surprised, eyes wide.

“I work in this field, so of course I know” I smiled at Minseok, who heard everything “Mr. Kim, I think you won’t have a problem showing her way out?”

“Of course not, Y/N” He smiled at me as he grabbed Miss Park’s arm and started pulling her away.

“Have a nice day, girls” She waved at us with a smirk, making me roll my eyes. Sejeong caught my hands, turning me towards her.

“How did you know?” She asked, a breath leaving her lips.

“Oh, please” I scoffed, rolling my eyes “Do I look like someone’s wife? People usually assume I’m sixteen if not fifteen, not that I’m anywhere close to your father’s age”

“Well, that’s true” Sejeong nodded, eyes focused on my face “Now that you say, you really do look young”

“I know” I giggled, gripping her hands back “I have a baby’s face”

“It’s thanks to your beauty” Sejeong pouted and I squeezed her hands.

“When you have a handsome father like yours, don’t even think of not being beautiful” I smiled at her “You got good genes, Sejeong”

“My father is handsome, huh?” She grinned as she started pulling me closer to the cameras from where we could see Mr. Oh clearly.

“Well, I’m not blind” I shrugged, acting like it was nothing. That man was fucking handsome, okay? Minseok joined us right as we stopped beside the photographer, and gave me a big grin.

“That was cool” He laughed “I wondered if you’ll realize”

“What? That she was a reporter?” I chuckled, turning to Minseok.

“Yes” He nodded, chuckling “I realized the moment I saw she didn’t have a name tag like all the other staff members”

“She’s probably an amateur” I giggled as Minseok nudged my shoulders with a grin. Finally, I turned my attention towards Mr. Oh, regretting it immediately. He was wearing an orange bomber jacket, and black jeans that fit extremely well on his slim waist. A gold necklace, with a golden ring around his neck. My question is though, where the hell is the t-shirt?! He was literally wearing nothing underneath the jacket. Mr. Oh was smiling brightly at Sejeong, making her wave at him.

“Sejeong, what kind of shooting is this?” I turned towards my friend, raising my eyebrows.

“Oh, well” She chuckled, looking at me “He said he wanted to show a different side of him—The Cool CEO—as he said”

“Actually, I think—” Minseok cleared his throat beside us “He just wanted to show off those chocolate abs” Well no shit Sherlock...I can see those abs too, but not too well since the jacket is covering it. Thanks god.

“I think you have better abs, Minseok” Sejeong giggled as Minseok winked at her.

“And you know because—” I wriggled my eyebrows at them, making Minseok glare at me and Sejeong blush.

“We have a pool, you know” Sejeong muttered “And when Minseok has nothing to do we go swimming together”

“So, of course she saw my abs” Minseok scoffed, giving me a smirk “Do you expect me to swim with a t-shirt or perhaps are jealous that Sejeong gets to see them and you not?”

“God, no” I laughed, pushing Minseok’s chest as he got closer to mock me “I’m content with having to see your face daily”

“Yah” Minseok flicked my forehead, making me hiss. He chuckled, turning back to watch the shooting. The photographer asked Mr. Oh to change positions. He was laying on his right side, head resting in his big palm, facing the camera. Once again, we made eyes contact as a smirk appeared on his face. Was I delusional or was he really smirking at me? He did smirk at me more times, making me internally die, but he was never so open about it.

“That’s perfect!” The photographer exclaimed, making me jump. I got too focused on staring at Mr. Oh, making me embarrassed. The smirk remained on his face as he pulled the jacket further apart, making me want to droll. His wife was stupid to leave such man like Oh Sehun. He turned on his back, his chiseled abs and chest on full display. The photographer liked it a lot as he exclaimed again, encouraging him to keep going. Mr. Oh looked at the camera, finally breaking our staring contest.

“No, don’t look at the camera” The photographer instructed “If you look away, it will look sexier—and raise a bit on your forearms” And as he was told, he did that. However, his gaze landed on me again, and he bit his lower lips, making me weak at the knees. If this man knew what he was doing to me, god...I smiled encouragingly at him, masking all my internal dying. He chuckled, rolling his eyes at the back of his head, running a hand down his jaw. I swallowed and looked away a little bit, was all of that necessary? Why was he doing it? Of course, he was doing what he thought was good, because he obviously doesn’t know about me liking him...I don’t wish for him to find out, that would be just so wrong.

“Wow, I gotta admit” Sejeong whispered in my ear, chuckling a little “I never saw my father being this sexy”

“Everything has its time” Minseok chuckled on my other side. I faked a small laugh, trying to play off the sudden hot feeling I got all over me. It feels like he’s doing it on purpose, but then again...he doesn’t have one. The photographer praised him as Mr. Oh bit his thumb, looking into the camera.

“That’s amazing, Mr. Oh you are doing so well!” The photographer exclaimed, motioning for him to stand up “We will take a little break, until you change into your next outfit. Also, I have a question—did we call a female model?”

“No, we didn’t, sir” The assistant told the photographer, making him frown “Mr. Oh asked for a single photo shoot”

“Ah, I see” The photographer nodded, tapping his jaw “Mr. Oh, would you mind if you’d pose with a woman for a few shots? I think it would add to your look nicely”

“If you say that it adds to my looks, Mr. Byun—sure” Mr. Oh smiled, nodding as he adjusted his bomber jacket, still not properly covering his front body.

“Can we call in anyone?” Mr. Byun turned towards his assistant.

“No, sorry, Baekhyun” She shook her head, looking at the papers in her hands “Are all busy and we could call Yeri, but you know how she is if it’s not an appointment”

“No, please don’t call Yeri” Mr. Byun frowned “I’m not in the mood to deal with her—It means we need to find somebody from here” Sejeong’s head whipped in my direction and before I knew it, she was tapping the photographer’s shoulder.

“Excuse me, sir” She bowed at him “I’m Oh Sejeong, Sehun’s daughter. My best friend, Jung Y/N is actually a model, do you think she could pose with my father?”

“May I see her?” My eyes were ready to fall out of their place when I heard what Sejeong said. Me...posing with Mr. Oh? Did God finally decide to kill me? I stepped forward, bowing at the photographer.

“Hello, I’m Jung Y/N” I smiled a little at him, feeling more eyes on me. Mr. Oh was behind me, standing beside Minseok.

“Wow” Mr. Byun breathed out “Your visuals are no joke, you are very pretty”

“Thank you” I chuckled, bowing a little. I’m not really affected since I hear it a lot.

“Well, I guess you know Mr. Oh?”

“Yes”

“Then it won’t be a problem doing a few pictures with him, right?” Mr. Byun smiled at me cutely, making me return the smile.

“Of course”

“Amazing, Jisoo, take her to the changing rooms” Mr. Byun walked away, taking his camera with him.

“I’ll come and take you to the changing rooms in a bit, I just have to inform the stylists” I nodded at the girl as she hurriedly walked away.

“Why did you do that!” I whisper shouted at Sejeong, making her roll her eyes.

“You’ll get noticed by many companies, trust me...Besides, it’s just my dad” And that’s the problem, it’s just your dad! She patted my shoulder and ran in her father’s arms, hugging him.

“Dad, you look so cool dressed like this” She smiled at Mr. Oh, patting his naked chest.

“Thank you, darling” His deep voice was refreshing to hear.

“Hello, Mr. Oh” I bowed, making him smile and greet me back. I definitely just imagined him smirking at me, he couldn’t have done that.

“Dad, we brought food” Sejeong said excited “Let’s eat together after you are done”

“Sure, did you pay for the food?” Mr. Oh raised his eyebrows.

“Y/N insisted she buys” Sejeong shrugged, making me nod.

“That’s true, you bought us food many times...It’s only fair if we pay you back”

“You don’t have to bother, Y/N” Mr. Oh chuckled “I don’t need you to repay anything for me”

“Miss Jung, let’s get you changed” The assistant appeared beside me, making me jump. I nodded and quickly followed her to the changing rooms.

Forty five minutes later, I was done. I was dressed in an orange, comfortable, puffy turtle neck and a black jumpsuit that was roomy. The jumpsuit had normal straps with a square neck that stops right above the breasts, the sides cut out, having wide leg trousers. The sneakers I wore were a shade darker compared to my turtle neck, and the earrings I had were really pretty, dangling, black matching my jumpsuit. My hair was nicely done, barely curled, my bags arranged cutely on my forehead, while on the right side I had my hair pinned behind my ear by many bobby pins that were orange too. My make up was natural looking, brown eyeliner, mascara, of course foundation and a light pink lipstick that gave a nice shine to my smaller lips. The stylist kept praising me for my beauty, making me feel really guilty that I didn’t appreciated it like I was supposed to. It’s just that I hear it so much, that after a time you become like a robot...simply thanking because you already know. It still feels nice, just not like how it felt when I heard them at the beginning.

When I walked back to the shooting scene, there was suddenly silence, making me feel awkward. I was very aware that everyone was staring at me and it was making me really uncomfortable. Sejeong thankfully saw how I actually felt, hiding it behind my small smile.

“Ah, of course” She said with a laugh “My Y/N looking pretty like always!” And then suddenly, everyone went back to their business like nothing happened. I muttered a quiet thanks, walking up to Mr. Byun and Mr. Oh. Mr. Byun was nodding with a big grin, eyes holding fascination while for once, I couldn’t read Mr. Oh’s face. Maybe it was because he looked so blank, he often did that these days, I observed. Hid his feelings while being around me, which really bothered me. But two can play a game, I’m not called the ice queen at high school for nothing.

“You look absolutely breathtaking” Mr. Byun said with a chuckle “How did I get so lucky to meet you?”

“I am the lucky one for meeting you, Mr. Byun” I bowed a little, smiling at him.

“Amazing, your visual really lives up to Mr. Oh’s...I am utterly surprised, this is a visual power couple I got here” He shook his head, chuckling to himself. I tried hiding my blush, turning away and walking to the white canvas. I realized that I was dressed in matching outfit with Mr. Oh. He was wearing dark green pants, with white strips at the sides. A dark green, the same color as the pants, shirt that had the first two buttons undone, showing his well defined collar bones and an orange coat that complemented the look. There was a wide choker around his neck that had all the dark shades of green, still managing to have a shine to it. His sneakers were the same colour as mine. His hair had many hair products, but was done to look messy. He looked breathtaking, not me.

“Stand beside each other, you can do whatever expression you want” I leaned against the white canvas, while Mr. Oh stood a little bit more to the front. I rested one foot on the wall behind me, staring at the camera with a bored look, that I knew still looked charming. Mr. Oh touched the choker around his neck, acting like he adjusted it, then raised his coat and threw it back on his wide shoulders. I watched him, biting my lower lip without realizing, slipping a hand inside my pocket.

“I really like the height difference between the two of you” Mr. Byun commented “Could you stand closer to each other?”

“Sure” Mr. Oh stepped back, and turned towards me.

“Y/N, I want you to turn to the side, place your left hand on Mr. Oh’s chest while leaning towards him, but look at me, okay? Mr. Oh, you should place your hands inside your coat’s pockets” And we did as we were told. Mr. Oh turned his body towards me, hands in his pockets, looking at the camera. My heart was beating so fast when I placed my hand on his chest, I had to yell at myself to stop this childish act already. I am professional and better act like it. I turned my head away before leaning towards him, this closeness already too much for me. I placed my other hand inside my pocket, and parted my lips a little bit, tensing my neck muscles. Mr. Byun kept shouting ‘perfect, stay like that for a little bit, this is really amazing’.

“Mr. Oh, I want you to hold her with your left hand and look at her. Miss Jung, you look down, like you are avoiding his gaze” I nodded and sucked in a big breath when Mr. Oh suddenly gripped my hips firmly. He didn’t pull me towards him, he just gripped me, but it was firm and it felt like he was burning my skin through my clothes. I made the mistake of looking at him, his tongue out and licking his lips. A habit I became familiar throughout all the years I have known him. I quickly looked down, like Mr. Byun instructed and held my breath when Mr. Oh’s breath hit my cheek. I wanted to die right there, it was too much for my poor heart. But I ignored it, there’s no place for my heart when I’m doing a job.

“Now, this is my favourite position—” Mr. Byun giggled “Mr. Oh, stand behind Miss Jung. Place one hand around her like you are hugging her, also I know you two are familiar with each other since Sejeong told me, so please—don’t look stiff. I want it to look normal, like you do it everyday. A back hug won’t kill anyone” No, it will kill me. Thanks to my height, I reach until Mr. Oh’s neck, which is a pretty big height difference. At least, I’m tall enough that I reach higher than his chest, that would be awkward. Mr. Oh stopped behind me and the next second I was pulled into him, his right arm coming around my shoulders. His other hand was in his pocket. I gripped his arm with my right arm, letting the other dangle numbly at my side. That’s how my heart felt, numb from all the erratic beating. Can I actually die? I don’t want that.

“Perfect, I love it. Now, smile for me!” As soon as we started smiling, the camera started flashing, making Mr. Byun grin like a lost puppy. He really looks like a puppy with his cute face and pout when he’s focusing on taking the perfect pictures.

“And for a final one, do something natural” Mr. Byun encouraged us with a smile “It doesn’t matter what you do” Mr. Oh nodded behind me and I let go of his arm, wanting to pull away and just pose in a swaggy way. The clothes were giving me the swaggy feeling, but Mr. Oh had other plans. His orange coat was wrapped around my front body, making me stare up at him in surprise. He held the coat firmly, pushing my body more into his.

“Y/N” He whispered quietly, making me turn my head and look at him.

“What” I whispered back, staring wide eyed into his. He smirked, and suddenly I felt fingers poking my sides. My eyes widened as a small yelp escaped my lips, he knows I’m ticklish! He can’t do that! He knows where to tickle me since whenever we met and I was still small, he would always tickle me. I laughed loudly when his forefinger poked my stomach, my most sensitive point. I heard him chuckle and felt a warm breath against my cheek and heard the camera flashing many times.

“That’s it! I love it!” Mr. Byun exclaimed, when Mr. Oh finally let go of me. I stepped away and breathlessly bowed at him. I turned towards the staff and bowed at them, doing the same for Mr. Byun.

“Thank you for having me” I said a little bit still panting from laughing so much “It was nice working with all of you. Mr. Byun, you are a really amazing photographer” If you think this is my speech I say at each shooting...you are probably right, except I don’t compliment the photographer, only thank his/her hard work, but I really liked Mr. Byun, he has a nice aura around him and isn’t grumpy and old like most are.

“It was our pleasure to have you” Mr. Byun bowed back “Who thought such young girl would know so well what to do”

“I’ve been doing this since I’m five, Mr. Byun” I said with a chuckle, surprising most people who didn’t know me in the room. I have worked with some of the staff from here, so they already knew me.

“You are a born talent, I will make sure to contact you, please leave your phone number at Jisoo” Mr. Byun said with a smile and walked away with two people who monitored the pictures while they were being made. I quickly gave my phone number to Jisoo and went to change back into my school uniform, knowing that after Mr. Oh has changed as well, we would head back to the Oh residency. I did plan after all to spend the day with Sejeong, and we still need to eat the food I bought.

Friday came around faster than I expected and here I was, in the club celebrating with my friends. Why? Because the magazine was a success, Mr. Oh’s sales went up and I was contacted by a few agencies wanting to get a contract with me. I was so happy, my manager however told each we need time to think, which I think is fair enough. I do need time to decide what I will do. The University will offer me helpful classes but if I have a busy schedule I won’t have time for everything. The pictures used for the magazine in which I posed too were in which Mr. Oh is looking at me and I’m avoiding his gaze and where he tickled me. There was also a little paragraph about our relationship, reflecting that Mr. Oh is indeed a friendly and nice man.

“Ay!” Chanyeol, a friend from high school, exclaimed as we drowned our...well, maybe fifth (?) shot. I laughed as Jongdae, a model and friend of mine, spilled half of the shot on himself. He was already too tipsy for more drinks.

“Dae, stop drinking” I shouted over the loud music, tapping his arm.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine” He chuckled, patting my stomach, obviously missing my hand.

“You are too tipsy already” I reasoned, pulling the cocktail from his reach. Jongdae whined, but didn’t try to take it back, only slumped against the seat and grinned at everyone. Kyungsoo shook his head when we made eye contact.

“Will I have to carry him out again?” He asked, eyebrows raised.

“Hopefully not, but make sure he doesn’t drink anymore” I answered, watching Kyungsoo roll his eyes.

“I’m not his babysitter, you know”

“Come on, Soo” I pouted, leaning over the table.

“Where’s Sejeong when I need her” Kyungsoo faked a cry, resting his chin in his palm.

“Having fun with her dance buddies” I shrugged, leaning back in my seat. That’s true, Sejeong isn’t with us, she left yesterday for a trip with her dance crew and would only be back on Sunday. Pity, I would have liked having her here, but at least she gets to spend time with Jongin.

“Y/N, let’s go dance!” My good friend, Joy, exclaimed pulling Jongdae and Yixing with her. I laughed and grabbed Kyungsoo arm, pulling him up forcefully.

“No, wait! I don’t—” Kyungsoo started protesting “I don’t dance! Y/N!”

“Shut up and just come!” I shouted back, laughing as Joy almost tripped due to Jongdae’s wobbling.

“Why is he so drunk already?” Joy asked, hugging Jongdae in order to help him stand up straight.

“Too many shots” I chuckled, draping an arm around Kyungsoo’s shoulder, thanks to me being a little bit taller.

“Why are you torturing me” Kyungsoo whined, slowly moving along the music.

“It’s fun!” I rolled my eyes, placing my other arm around his shoulder too “And this is not torture! This is having fun like you are supposed to have”

“And what about studying? That sounds fun to me” Kyungsoo sighed, placing his arms around my hips, finally giving in and dancing.

“No, studying is never fun...maybe on week days, but not on a Friday night” I nodded, dancing funnily, making Kyungsoo laugh.

“Why are you dancing like that?” He asked, his plump lips forming a smile “You can dance way better than that”

“Hey, it got you dancing! So I prefer dancing like this” I shrugged, turning Kyungsoo around and pretending to grind on his back. He started laughing loudly, pulling quickly away.

“I’m supposed to do that, not you” He started doing our famous, wipe the window move, and I followed his moves.

“For a few seconds I became a man, did you like it?” I smirked at him, making him shake his head.

“Unfortunately, I think you have it small, I didn’t feel anything” He said with a disappointed face, I gasped playing along.

“Such a bitch” I pushed his chest playfully, making him role his eyes.

“Sorry, babe” He grinned “I think imma find myself a better man”

“There’s no better man than me” I glared at him, making Kyungsoo sigh.

“But I am just watching one, I think imma go and talk to him, babe” Kyungsoo was looking behind me and he turned me around, pointing at a dark haired male. I started laughing loudly when Yixing was standing besides some business man, grinning with a totally lost look in his eyes. His mouth was moving, and he was swaying his hips along the music but no one was paying attention to him. Kyungsoo laughed when Yixing touched the arm of one of the men, making him turn his head at him. My eyes widened when I saw his profile, my heart going into overdrive. Holy shit, no Yixing don’t do that! That was a prosecutor, one of my father’s colleagues. I quickly pushed Kyungsoo aside, making my way through the crowd, pushing people away. Kyungsoo quickly followed after me, looking more confused than ever.

“Yixing” I quickly gripped his forearm, pulling him a bit away “Don’t do that”

“Y/N!” He exclaimed with a smile, trying to hug me but failing miserably.

“Yixing, go back with Kyungsoo to our table, okay?” I smiled kindly at him, knowing that Yixing can get angry quickly when drunk.

“I just made new friends and wanted to speak with them” Yixing pouted as Kyungsoo pulled him away, making sure to get him away from the businessman.

“I am sorry for my friend’s behaviour” I bowed at the prosecutor, making him raise his eyebrows at me “He’s drunk and he gets weird, speaking with random people...Sorry again”

“That was your friend?” Mr. Choi, the prosecutor, laughed “He was funny, he told us about how when a person is born it has the brain of a dinosaur and slowly that starts growing and then—ah, what was it?”

“It becomes more intelligent than a chicken—the boy is really fascinated about dinosaurs” I wanted to face palm. Yixing needs to go home, he is dead drunk. He only speaks about dinosaurs when he is really drunk. The friend of the prosecutor laughed at my face, the one that just said the last comment.

“But girl—aren’t you too young to be inside a club?” The unknown man asked, raising his eyebrows.

“No, I am legal age to be—”

“Do I know you?” Mr. Choi asked, becoming confused, leaning closer to my face.

“Jung Seung Hoon, you know my father” I nodded.

“Oh, right!” He exclaimed, flicking his forehead “You are Lawyer Jung’s daughter, little Y/N—”

“Not so little anymore, I see” The unknown man said with a smirk, making me feel uncomfortable.

“Yeah, well—Sorry again, Mr. Choi” I bowed again “I will be leaving—”

“Why so eager to leave?” The man asked, making me glare at him “We didn’t even get to know each other”

“Oh, this is Kim Junmyeon—my nephew, he is studying to become a prosecutor, just like his uncle” Mr. Choi patted the unknown man’s shoulder, Kim Junmyeon is his name, with a proud smile.

“That’s amazing, nice to meet you Mr. Kim” I bowed a little, taking a small step backwards, ready to leave anytime.

“No need to be formal with me” The guy chuckled “Call me Junmyeon”

“Well, Junmyeon” I nodded, smiling a little, feeling too uncomfortable with his gaze “I’ll be leaving—”

“You can’t yet!” Junmyeon exclaimed “You haven’t met our other friend, and I really want to know you better”

“Ah, Junmyeon has always been persistent” Mr. Choi laughed, patting my shoulder making me greet my teeth. Well, I don’t care about Junmyeon or their friend, I just want to leave. Damn Yixing, why them out of all people?

“Really, I have to leave now—Sorry for not being able to meet your friend—” I flinched away when a big, warm hand was pressed against my lower back.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” I relaxed when I recognized the familiar voice, his hand not bothering me anymore.

“Mr. Oh” I smiled up at him as I turned around a little.

“Are you out clubbing again?” He raised his eyebrows, authority in his voice.

“Again?” I chuckled, feeling small under his powerful gaze.

“You were clubbing last week too...with Sejeong and the others” He crossed his arms in front of his chest “Does Seung Hoon and Ji An know?” Okay, this is bad...he is speaking about my parents, damn. I mean—dad knows, mom not so much…

“Yeah, they know—”

“Should I call Ji An?”

“Mr. Oh, you don’t have to” I shrugged, trying to act like it was no big deal “She’s probably busy—”

“I see” He sighed, shaking his head, I was caught “Does at least Seung Hoon know?”

“Yeah, dad knows. Don’t call mom, she’ll be angry” I pleaded, looking up at Mr. Oh.

“Okay, but don’t do anything crazy then, yeah?” He raised his eyebrows, making me nod my head rapidly.

“Okay, you can—”

“You know each other?” Mr. Choi spoke up after watching our interaction.

“She’s my daughter’s best friend” Mr. Oh nodded, placing a hand on my shoulder, burning my skin. I gulped, looking back at Mr. Choi who nodded with a smile.

“Oh, I know!” Junmyeon exclaimed, chuckling “You are the girl that was in the photo’s with Sehun...I knew I saw you somewhere!”

“That’s me...If you don’t mind me now, I’ll go back to my friends” I smiled widely, trying to look friendly. Before Junmyeon could speak, Sehun nudged me away nodding at me. I flashed him a small smile, quickly walking back to our table.

“What took you so long, I was worried” Kyungsoo frowned, pulling me down, beside him.

“Sorry, turns out I knew those people and one was too annoying—Mr. Oh is here too” I explained, looking at Kyungsoo.

“Yeah, we ran into each other when I brought Yixing back from the washroom” Kyungsoo patted Yixing’s ass, which was in the air as he was sleeping, flat on the sofa. I laughed when I saw Yixing sleeping, but at least he’ll feel better later.

“Well, the party doesn’t stop here! The night is still young!” I exclaimed, raising Jongdae’s cocktail in the air and taking a sip.

I might have drank a little bit too much? I mean, I know what I’m doing, I’m aware of myself but...the things that come out of my mouth are rather funny and I laugh whenever looking at Kyungsoo...he suddenly looks so funny, I don’t know why. But then—he is smiling a lot too, cheeks red. Joy and Jongdae are busy with snuggling into each other and it seems like Yixing is fine enough to take care of us, with the help of Chanyeol. That guy barely gets drunk, no matter how much he drinks, it’s really funny.

“Y/N, how about we go home?” Yixing asked with a smile, leaning closer to my face. I pouted and shook my head.

“I want to dance!” I exclaimed, standing up suddenly, making myself feel nauseous.

“I think it’s better if you wait a little bit, yeah?” Chanyeol chuckled, grabbing my arm.

“Chanyeol” I whined, blinking up at him “Come and dance with me!”

“Later, Y/N, let’s go—” I glared at Chanyeol and pulled away my arm, stumbling backwards. I collided with someone, and turned around with my eyes wide.

“Oh, I’m sorry” I bowed, looking up with a drunken smile. My eyes narrowed as the man in front of me looked like Mr. Oh.

“Are you Oh Sehun?” I stepped closer, making the man chuckle in front of me.

“Y/N, what are you—I’m sorry, Mr. Oh” Chanyeol sighed, pulling me away “She drank too much”

“Don’t worry, Park” Mr. Oh chuckled, pulling me away from Chanyeol “I’ll take her home”

“Really?” Chanyeol asked surprised “You don’t have to, I can take her home too. She’s hard to deal with when she’s drunk”

“Don’t worry, I was a teenager too, I know how to deal with drunk people” Mr. Oh chuckled, patting my head. I pulled away and glared at him, taking my purse from Chanyeol when he handed it to me.

“Behave, yeah?” He raised his eyebrows at me, making me nod my head slowly. I always listen to Chanyeol the best when drunk, he just had that demanding aura.

“Let’s go” Mr. Oh took my arm and started pulling me after him. I followed without saying anything, wanting to breathe some fresh air into my lungs.

Soon we stood in front of Mr. Oh’s red and black Bugatti Chiron, making me smile at the car. I always thought the car looked sexy, but when Mr. Oh was driving it, it made him look like the sexiest man alive.

“Get in” Mr. Oh nodded towards the car, walking to the driver’s seat. I grinned, running my hand down the hood of the car, before opening the door and dropping inside the car. I slammed the door close without intending to do it like that. Mr. Oh started the car, making me grin to myself. I love this car and even though I have ridden it a few times, I wasn’t drunk and could actually control my reactions...aka not reacting in any way, when I was actually dying on the inside.

“Why are grinning like that?” Mr. Oh asked glancing at me.

“This car is awesome, I know I never said it but I was embarrassed to do it” I chuckled, running my hand across the board.

“Thank you” Mr. Oh said with a chuckle. At the intersection, instead of turning to the right, where I live, Mr. Oh kept going straight.

“Sehun, no—Mr. Oh, that’s not the way to my house” I mumbled, eyebrows furrowed.

“Do you want me to bring you home drunk?” He raised his eyebrows, glancing at me amused “Your parents wouldn’t be too happy”

“No, that’s right” I scratched my head “But then—where are we going?”

“To my house, Sejeong isn’t home so it won’t be a problem having you around” Mr. Oh said with a shrug.

“And if she was there it still wouldn’t have been a problem” I chuckled, punching Mr. Oh’s arm a little “I’m her best friend, remember?”

“Of course, I know” Mr. Oh nodded, speeding down the empty road.

“Sehun—Mr. Oh—I keep saying Sehun—Oh yes, so...why are you driving, didn’t you drink?” I turned towards him, my eyebrows furrowing. Mr. Oh laughed a little, steering the wheel effortlessly.

“That was hours ago, I am very fine to drive” He shook his head, taking a left turn, slowing the car down.

“Would the police man think the same?” I raised my eyebrows at him, making Mr. Oh chuckle.

“Thankfully we will never find out, we are here” He stopped the car, making me look out the window. This was indeed the Oh residence. With a shrug I got out the car, glad that I wasn’t wearing a skirt otherwise my clumsiness would cost a lot.

“Come” Mr. Oh grabbed my arm, guiding me inside the house. I smiled at him, carefully taking my shoes off.

“Sehun—I mean, Mr. Oh—thank you, you are a nice guy” I smiled, walking to the kitchen, knowing well the place.

“Wasn’t I always?” He chuckled, following me inside the kitchen.

“I don’t know” I shrugged, taking a seat at the stool “I haven’t known you always”

“Okay” Mr. Oh laughed “What can I get you?”

“Water” I muttered, leaning back in the chair. With a sigh, I took my earrings out, placing them on the table. Next were my necklaces and rings, I don’t need them anymore. I watched as Mr. Oh poured water for me in a glass, looking perfect like always. My heart suddenly started beating faster, realizing that I was in a house alone with him. I couldn’t help myself but stare at his side profile, my cheeks becoming red. He looked un-human, the most handsome man I have ever lied my eyes on.

“Here” Mr. Oh handed me the glass, resting his forearms on the table, looking at me. I nodded, taking the glass and taking slow sips of the water. It was disturbing that he was looking at me, but I ignored it and quickly finished the glass of water. I pushed it towards Mr. Oh, making him smile. He placed the glass in the sink, before coming back and looking at me.

“How do you feel?” Mr. Oh asked, resting his chin in his palm.

“Drunk” I answered, looking around the kitchen. I really can’t look at him longer, he’s too handsome.

“You’ll feel better in the morning” Mr. Oh said, clearing his throat.

“Where will I sleep?” I asked, looking at him curiously. It was such a stupid question, it was obvious I would sleep in Sejeong’s room like any other time.

“Sejeong’s room would be fine” Mr. Oh muttered, looking at me “Or would you like to sleep somewhere else?”

“Oh, no...that’s fine Sehun, I know sleeping in Sejeong’s room is most convenient” I said with a stupid smile. I really shouldn’t have drunk so much.

“Why, where else would you like to sleep?” Mr. Oh asked with an amused grin.

“I mean—Your bed always looked comfortable—” My eyes widened when I realized what I said “I’m so sorry Sehun—Mr. Oh--I am really drunk, I’m saying crazy things!”

“You know drunk people only say the truth?” Mr. Oh said with a chuckle, leaning closer. I smiled a little, looking down at the table. Mr. Oh chuckled, gripping my arm, making me look at him abruptly.

“You should take a shower and go to bed, it’s very late and you need to rest” Mr. Oh mentioned for me to stand up and I quickly stood up, looking up at him.

“I think I’m not even that drunk” I muttered quietly as I followed Mr. Oh blindly around the house. Before I could comprehend what happened, I ran into his firm back, making me gasp.

“Sorry, Sehun—ugh, Mr. Oh” I smiled sheepishly as he glanced back with a small smirk. He opened the door to his bedroom and walked up to his walk in closet. I stood in the doorway waiting for him to come back.

“You can come in, Y/N” He called from inside the closet “You are no stranger in this house” I nodded even though he couldn’t see me and slowly walked inside, looking around. I have been in his room a few times when Sejeong asked me to pick something up for her. Was it just me or his cologne was stronger than any other times I entered? The way Mr. Oh smelled never failed to leave me dizzy. I cleared my throat and stopped in the doorway. The closet was bigger than Sejeong’s, filled with designer clothes and watches of big brands.

“A shower always helps when being drunk” Mr. Oh spoke up “At least it always helped me”

“I need it, I danced a lot” I said with a pout. Mr. Oh walked up to me with a small smile on his lips, handing me the clean clothes and two towels. I looked down seeing that he was handing me his clothes and looked up at him.

“Sehun—I can wear Sejeong’s clothes, she won’t mind” I looked up at him, seeing him looking intently down at me. I gulped, taking a small breath when he leaned closer to me, making my back collide with the doorframe.

“Wear mine” His voice was lower, or maybe I’m too drunk. Sehun got closer, making me want to run away.

“O-okay, Sehun” I muttered, looking up at him “I mean—Mr. Oh”

“Sehun is fine too, we’ve known each other for a long time” He grinned, patting my head. I chuckled embarrassed.

“Sehun feels too personal and you are my best friend’s father” I muttered.

“I could always be more” He whispered, licking his lips. I gripped his hand, pulling it off my arm.

“You are very handsome” My eyes widened when I realized what I said. I stepped back, heading for the door quickly.

“I will go and take a shower” I said as I quickly ran to the bathroom that was attached to Sejeong’s room. What got into me! I am drunk but I can’t be saying things like that!

The shower helped me clear my mind and make me feel better. I didn’t feel drunk anymore and maybe I was just slightly dizzy. I brushed the knots out of my hair, letting it fall against my back freely. I stared at myself with a sad smile. It’s not easy having a pretty face. Boys don’t appreciate you for who you are, they only look at your face and use you as they want. It’s really sad that all my boyfriends were like that. A pretty face comes with a prize. With a sigh I pulled on Sehun’s huge t-shirt, reaching my thighs. He only gave me a t-shirt so I borrowed one of Sejeong’s shorts that I would usually wear when I came over. It’s not that I don’t trust Sehun, it’s just the weird feeling I keep getting. I walked to his bedroom, knocking on the closed door. I heard a faint ‘come in’ and walked inside cautiously. No one was in the room, the door to the bathroom slightly opened. I averted my gaze when I saw Sehun’s bare back. He probably took a shower too. I walked up to the big book shelf and ran my fingers along the book covers. He had mostly classics, romantic books. My love for romance is all thanks to Sehun. When we were young, he would take me to his room when it was nap time, I would lay on his sofa and he would read me from the books. It became a passion of mine to read, when I have nothing to do you’ll probably find me in my room under the blanket reading a classic romance book.

“You still like to read, right?” I jumped when Sehun spoke, not hearing him exit the bathroom.

“Yeah” I turned around, seeing him dressed fully now “It’s all thanks to you”

“I know” Sehun nodded, walking closer.

“So, uhm...thanks again” I smiled a little, getting ready to leave and go back to Sejeong’s room.

“Y/N” Sehun gripped my arm, making me stop “Why do you call me still Mr. Oh after all these years?”

“I should give you the deserved respect” I said looking up at him, his eyes watching me intently “...and Sehun feels too intimate”

“And why is that a problem?” Sehun raised an eyebrow, turning fully towards my body.

“Well, that’s not a problem—It’s just, you know—” I chuckled embarrassed, feeling hot all over all of a sudden “I don’t mind it, it’s just—Mr. Oh is more convenient”

“I know you like me, Y/N” Sehun’s voice dropped lower. My eyes widened and I pulled away my hand from his grip.

“I don’t know from where—I don’t—I’m not--” I licked my lips, running a hand through my hair.

“It’s okay” Sehun mumbled, walking closer “It’s perfectly okay to like me”

“No, it’s not” I huffed “You are my best friend’s father, I grew up basically around you. You are like a father to me—”

“Am I really?” Sehun smirked, taking another step closer “If you like me, do you see me as a father?”

“It’s very wrong, it’s not okay” I shook my head, taking a step back “You are a grown man and I really shouldn’t have—How do you know?”

“I just know” Sehun shrugged, stepping closer again making me take a step back.

“I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable, I can assure you it’s just a teenage phase and nothing serious” I muttered, looking at him embarrassed. If it was just a teenage phase it would have been gone long time ago.

“Don’t worry, it never made me uncomfortable” Sehun took a big step, closing the gap between us. His big palm cupped my cheek, making me flinch at the contact. What was he doing?

“I could never entirely deny the attraction I felt towards you” Sehun muttered, eyes on my lips. I opened my mouth to say something, but it seemed like words couldn’t be formed. My heart started beating fast when he leaned down, face coming close to mine. He looked in my eyes as he slowly kissed me, my eyes fluttering close as his soft lips enveloped around mine. It was so wrong to let him kiss me, but all the frustrations I felt every time I couldn’t touch him the way I wanted to, my feelings got the best of me. My lips started moving against his as I pulled his neck, bringing him closer. Sehun’s arms went around my hips, hugging me close to him. The kiss was slow, but enough to leave me breathless. It was like his lips were made for me, never have I kissed someone who left my lungs screaming for air. I pulled away, gasping a little when I could finally breathe. Sehun’s lips found my jaw as he slowly kissed down to my neck, hands travelling down to my thighs. I gasped when he gripped them firmly and rose them to his hips, I locked my legs around him firmly. Sehun pushed my hair behind my shoulder as his kisses travelled down to my shoulder, lingering a little at the crook of my neck. I closed my eyes when he started slowly sucking on my skin, my back arching on its own. The bite was painful but a pleased sigh left my lips, making Sehun look up at me. His eyes were dark, and lips red from kissing me. I leaned forward, for tonight I will ignore the real world and allow myself this little, and kissed Sehun hungrily. My lips pried his open and the next second my tongue was in his mouth, exploring every corner possible. Sehun sighed, bringing my body closer if it was even possible, when I felt him walking. I sucked on his tongue, making him groan. My back collided with the grey silk sheets, hair sprawled out around me. Sehun’s tongue fought for dominance, mouth sloppily sucking on my lower lip. I pushed him back, making Sehun stare at me questioningly. I rose on my forearms and slowly lifted his shirt over my head. Sehun stared at my exposed chest and he looked at me when I gripped his t-shirt.

“That needs to go” I muttered, voice lower than usually. In a second, Sehun’s t-shirt was lying on the floor next to mine. I stared at his exposed torso, admiring his well defined abs and wide shoulders. Unable to resist, I ran my fingers down his firm chest to his abs, feeling Sehun shiver. He leaned down, one hand pushing my legs open while the other ran down from my neck to my stomach.

“You are entirely gorgeous” Sehun whispered, kissing my collarbones tenderly, one hand working on my mounds. I moaned when Sehun bit the skin above my breast, hand squeezing the other. He glanced up at me with a smirk before taking the bud in his mouth, sucking lazily, making me arch my back into him. He released it with a pop, kissing down to my stomach, sometimes licking at my skin. I moaned when he bit my stomach, even though I was ticklish there, that was long forgotten now. He gripped the waistband of Sejeong’s shorts and swiftly pulled them down my legs, making me lift my body to help him. Sehun got rid of his pants too and I tried looking anywhere else but his hard shaft. He was bigger than he seemed through his pants...it’s not like I didn’t look, now please. Sehun grabbed my ankle, lifting my leg just a little bit, and started kissing his way up to my thigh. I gasped when his tongue licked my inner thigh, his teeth following and grazing my sensitive skin. I moaned as sucked hard, leaving a mark and doing this while he made his way to my groin. He looked up in my eyes as he placed a light kiss there, a lazy smirk enveloping his lips when he saw me gulping.

“Sehun, please—I need you” I muttered, gripping his forearm and pulling him up. Sehun nodded, leaned over me and opened his bedside table. He tore the packet open with his teeth and quickly rolled on the condom on his shaft, coming back and positioning himself at my entrance.

“I know you aren’t a virgin” His voice was husky as he placed his hands beside my head “I heard you speaking with Sejeong”

“Than what are you waiting for?” I raised my eyebrow at him, making him chuckle with a smirk on his lips. He pushed inside slowly, watching me. I heaved a breath when he finally halted. He was stretching me out all the way and the pain was light, but still there. Sehun gripped my waist as he slowly started thrusting, making me grip his shoulders. His grip was strong on me, hips slowly picking up its pace. He kissed behind my ear, hips moving expertly. I moaned when he went deeper, making me circle my legs around him and keep him in a firm and close grip. Sehun kissed me as he thrust harder, swallowing my loud moan. He was hitting all the right spots, like he knew where he should aim.

“Sehun” I moaned into his ear as he started thrusting faster and harder. My hips followed his movements, not getting enough of the pleasure. Sehun gripped my chin, dark and lustful eyes looking into mine.

“Look at me” His voice was hard but his thrust harder as he hit my g-spot. I gasped out a moan, my fingers leaving marks as I dragged them down his back. Sehun groaned, throwing his head back as he continued with his hard thrusts, none missing my g-spot. I moaned when he halted his movements and started rotating his hips.

“Moan my name, baby” Sehun groaned out, bringing one hand beside my head and intertwining our fingers. I moaned again as he started thrusting harder and faster than before, headboard snapping against the wall loudly. Sehun’s low voice grunted into my ear more times, hips not faltering a second.

“Sehun” I moaned as I felt myself close, digging my nails into his well defined back.

“That’s right” Sehun growled “You feel so good” He thrust more times, hitting my g-spot, making me come undone, eyes closing as his name left my lips in loud moans. Sehun grunted as he thrust more, coming too, movements slowing down as he rode out our highs. I gasped for air, opening my eyes, staring up into Sehun. He had a smirk on his face as he leaned down and kissed my lips hard. He pulled out quickly, teeth tugging my lower lip. He got rid of the condom and climbed back in bed. He leaned over me, placing another kiss on my lips as he pulled our warm bodies closer to the other. He embraced me, pulling me on his chest.

“Sehun—why?” I whispered into his chest, knowing he would understand.

“Because you are different, you’ve always been and I can’t help myself” He whispered into my hair, kissing my temple. I hummed and slowly welcomed the sweet dreamland, in the arms of the most handsome man I ever laid eyes on.

My eyes slowly opened, watching as the sunlight streamed inside the room, falling on me and warming my skin. I closed back my eyes and turned around, nuzzling my face into the silk sheets. I started racking my brain, trying to remember what I did last night after getting drunk. I wasn’t that drunk so I still remember pretty well things. Like...dancing a lot with Kyungsoo and Joy, stopping Jongdae from drinking too much, Yixing getting too drunk and speaking to Mr. Choi and then Mr. Oh coming too, and then Mr. Oh coming to get me and taking me to the Oh residence, and then taking a shower in Sejeong’s bathroom and—coming back to Mr. Oh’s room and—holy mother! I slept with Mr. Oh! Oh my god! I shot up in the bed, gathering the blanket to my chest and looking around the room, realizing I was alone. My heart was beating fast as I realized the whole place smelled like Mr. Oh. This was real, I slept with him, Jesus if anyone finds out we are so dead. I quickly got out of bed and noticed that fresh clothes were placed on the sofa beside the bookshelf. I walked there and quickly dressed up, realizing the grey t-shirt was Mr. Oh’s. I sighed and pushed the thought to the back of my back, placing the t-shirt inside my pants and dressing up. My t-shirt smells too much like alcohol I can’t wear it or mom will know. I brushed through my hair with my fingers, and quickly freshened myself up in Mr. Oh bathroom. I excited his room, looking around for him. There was a nice smell coming from the kitchen. I made my way there with quiet steps.

“Good morning” Mr. Oh smiled at me widely. His hair was parted at his forehead, making him look handsome as always. He was wearing a deep red colored pants suit, a black fitting t-shirt, and the suit jacket was placed on one of the chair’s back.

“Good morning” I called quietly, feeling a knot in my throat. He couldn’t have forgotten. I was drunk and I remember him telling me he wasn’t as much as I was in the car. So why is he acting like nothing happened? I took a seat at the table, looking at the plate that had a small sandwich and an apple. I cleared my throat, placing my hands on the table, rubbing them nervously.

“It’s yours, you can eat it” Mr. Oh chuckled, leaning against the counter, watching me. I gulped, definitely not feeling hungry. I nodded quietly, taking a sip of the orange juice that

was placed beside the plate.

“Are you not going to eat?” I asked, glancing beside him, not fully looking at him.

“No, but don’t worry about me” Mr. Oh smiled “You are still growing, you should eat”

“Mr. Oh—” My voice raised on its own accord as I looked at him.

“Mr. Oh?” Sehun chuckled, raising one eyebrow “You didn’t mind calling me Sehun last night”

“Mr. Oh” I said firmly, my eyes turning hard “What happened last night was—I was drunk, you yourself said you were drunk too and—”

“We weren’t drunk, Y/N” Mr. Oh scoffed, eyes narrowing at me “We both know it”

“It—I—It was a mistake and—”

“You liked it” Mr. Oh growled, knuckles turning white as he gripped the counter hard “You wanted it”

“I-I-I—” I gripped my forehead, taking a deep breath “Yes, but it can never happen again”

“I guess you won’t eat?” Mr. Oh looked at my plate, voice cold. He can’t be pulling that card with me, seriously, come on!

“No, I won’t” I shook my head “But thank you for your effort, Mr. Oh”

“Take your jacket, I’ll take you home” Mr. Oh muttered, taking the plate and placing its contents into a plastic bag and handing it to me. I took it and quickly got on my jacket, watching from the corner of my eyes as Mr. Oh took his and pulled it on his wide shoulders. I gulped, suddenly his naked body flashing in front of my eyes.

The whole ride we were in silence and I seriously have no idea what we could talk about. I felt embarrassed that I let myself get controlled by my feelings. I was never a person to let my feelings win so easily. I guess when it comes to Mr. Oh I have zero self control.

“We are here” Mr. Oh snapped me out of my thoughts, making me look up, I was staring at my legs the whole ride, legs that were marked by him.

“Oh, okay” I muttered, unfastening the belt “Mr. Oh—what happened between us—it needs to stay a secret”

“I agree, no one will know about it” Mr. Oh nodded thoughtfully. I nodded too, taking the bag into my hands, opening the car door.

“Y/N” I turned back at Mr. Oh with my eyebrows raised. Suddenly he gripped my jaw firmly, my head being pulled towards his. My eyes closed when his lips made contact with mine. I kissed him back, making Mr. Oh smile. He pulled away, pecking my lips as he released my jaw. I cleared my throat and got out the car quickly, closing the door after me. I watched as Mr. Oh raced down the road, unknown that I had a small smile on my face. With a sigh, I turned around, took out the sandwich from the bag, and walked up to my house while munching on the sandwich.

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