In which two am strawberry milk makes for a great story.
Pairing: CEO! Sehun X Y/N
Genre: Fluffiest of fluff
Warnings: Maybe some girlie giggles and a whole lot of rude glares :)
So maybe going on a connvience store run at two in the morning hadn’t been one of your brightest ideas. Sure, the pink bottle of pepper spray on your key chain and the weight of your purse from over collected amounts of change could have protected you from a thief on the dimly lit streets of Seoul, but what could save you from the now empty strawberry milk carton dumped all over the white shirt of one of the most beautiful faces you’ve ever laid your eyes upon? Absolutely nothing, that’s what.
Your mouth stutters, with no words falling past your slightly chapped lips. What would you say to the man, who, if looks could kill, would have been convicted of first degree murder. His sharp eyes looking at you as if you had stabbed him with a chopstick then pleaded not guilty.
“I-I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to!” The words came out jumbled, sort of like a string of apologies coming from a two year old.
His glare, and you have no idea show it was possible, became even sharper, cutting through you like a table saw, “Sorry? How can you be so clumsy?!”
His voice showed aggravation, and you could understand. If some random girl dressed in oversized grey sweats and an oversized hoodie with a sparkly panda on it drenched you with pink strawberry milk at two in the morning, you probably would have been pissed off two. Even more so the fact that he was wearing a thin white button up, with his black velvety coat slung over his shoulder. Now the white dulled to a mixture of and off white and his skin color as it indented his body shape through the moisture that covered the entire bottom half of the button up.
His eyes cut you another glare, and you automatically shut your mouth. He huffs and turns away, his shoes making large, and powerful steps away from you and to the other end of the store where he went to grab some napkins from the employee who had watched the whole catastrophe go down.
Now was your chance, you could easily leave the store, and leave your embarrassment behind with it. And that’s what you did, with your hands on your redden cheeks, half empty milk carton in hand and small purse in the other you silently walked out of the store, passing both employee and gorgeous man. Gorgeous man shooting you daggers and employee trying his best to conceal his laughter with an apologetic glance.
You mutter one last sorry before leaving the store and going on your way. The night had brought a cool breeze, enough for it to be an enjoyable moment. However the joy ran short when a group of men clinging to the shadows of the alleyway began to whistle at you.
Of course. See y/n this is why you don’t go out at two in the morning.
You quicken your pace, a unsettling heavy weight leaning on your shoulders, you’d have to walk past the men to get home. So you kept walking, acting as if you didn’t hear them, but silently you held onto your pepper spray that you had used in probably one too many situations.
“Heyyyy pretty ladyyyy” The words were slow and drawn out, clearly not sober words.
You let your head fall down more as you begin to walk faster now. You were about to pass them, you had been so close to passing them, but unfortunately this late night strawberry milk run just really wasn’t going to be your night. The man sauntered his way towards you, and you could smell his alcohol from the five foot distance. As he began to close in on you, you whipped up your arms, with the pepper spray in you hands, and just like the rest of how your night went, when you pressed the small button of stingy spray, nothing came from the bottle.
You’ve got to be kidding me. Of all the times I could have ran out, it’s now?
Your about to mentally drown in your own sarcasm as the creepy old drunk stands in front of your, his hands reaching for your own.
“Your such a pretty thing, come have some fun with me” His words are filled with the smell of tequila and creepy venom.
“Get off of me!” You yell, trying to break apart from the scary man. However he doesn’t listen to your cries, and begins to try and grope you in places that you definitely didn’t want his grimy hands.
Maybe the strawberry milk gods saved you some pity as from behind you, you could hear the voice of a very sober man, “She said to get off of her.”
It was low, and almost familiar, but the grimy man took one look behind you and his hands were off of you faster then you could even blink. The drunk grumbled before running off down the dark alley with the rest of his goons following in suit. Your savior must have really been intimidating to look at.
You turn to thank your saving grace. Oh. Very intimidating indeed.
The man with a now half dry strawberry milk stain stood behind you, an annoyed glare sprawled across his face.
“I feel like your just a walking disaster aren’t you,” His words almost seem humorous, but the face that delivers them is harden to stone.
You stare down, knowing fully well that his words were pretty much nothing but the truth. You fiddle with your fingers nervously but look back up at the man, “Thank you, I’m sorry I’ve caused so much trouble tonight.”
Your words are quiet, but clear, the gorgeous man hearing every single one of them in perfect suit. He sighs, brings his hand to his face and rubs his eyes before looking at you again.
“Where do you live?” He asks, hands now place on his hips.
Your surprised by this, not only because a Grecian looking man was asking you where you lived, but because this Grecian man had also been stirred in your pot of chaos for the past hour, “I live a couple streets down that way.”
“I’ll walk you,” His words are sharp and to the point.
“Well I wouldn’t want you to get lost on the way and end up in another situation you can’t help yourself in.”
Internally you were scoffing, but in truth he had probably been right. If he didn’t stay with you, maybe the men front he alley would come and follow you, jumping you with your back to them. Or maybe your imagination was running wild due to the dark and scary atmosphere of the night.
You sigh, and in defeat you speak, “Okay.”
The walk was surprisingly very quiet, the shuffling of shoes, the distances spaced between you and the gorgeous man. You, not being able to stand the awkward silence further, ask him his name.
“Sehun. Oh Sehun,” He mutters, crossing his arms over his chest. When he made no move to speak again, you did.
“I’m Y/N. And I’m really sorry about tonight, usually nothing like this happens,” You mutter quietly, trying to fill the empty space.
“So I’m guessing this was the 1%?” His voice now seemed softer, like he was more laughing at you.
You bite your lip, “Maybe.”
He laughs now, a full hearted laugh that you didn’t think he would be able to do.
“I’ll buy you a new shirt since I ruined that one,” You say.
Sehun looked down at his stained shirt then back to you, “don’t worry about it, I have probably like twelve more of these in my closet at home.”
And then small chatter began to fill your walk space, and in a short about of time you stood outside your apartment complex.
“This is me,” You say, slightly sad now, you didn’t think that you were going to get to see a man like Sehun ever again.
“Well it’s comforting to know that you do know how to get home .”
“You know I may not be Einstein but I know my way around these streets,” You giggle.
His smile is so soft that you almost don’t catch it for the split second that he gave it to you.
“Woah woah woah, hold up, so not only did you spill your milk all over an extremely gorgeous man, but he saved you from some drunk lunatic on the streets and then walked you home like a gentleman?” You best friend asks you, while you both stack clothing on the racks in front of you. Working on set of magazine shoots was probably your favorite part of your job. Especially since working in the office could be so dull and boring sometimes, but who else would be the secretary to your slightly senile boss?
Yes, you had told y/b/n about your encounter with Sehun just a few night prior, just like you told her everything else that went on in your life.
“Yep,” You say as you grab another stack of clothing to hang.
The clitter clatter of people working all around you to set up before the shoot started helped you to drown out what
y/b/n had begun to start going on and on about. No doubt she was probably scolding you for not getting the overtly handsome mans number in your phone.
“THEIR HERE!” A voice shouts to no person in particular, but sending all workers into action, getting ready to begin today’s shoot.
Your boss appears shortly after this announcement and looks to you for what clothes went where, “I’ve put all of Mr. Parks clothes on this rack and y/b/n put the other mans clothes on that rack over there.”
“Thank you Ms. y/l/n.” She strolls past you, walking towards where a hoard of workers have grouped, all trying to help the two models for today.
You had very little knowledge on who would be shooting today, and mostly you had forgotten the names that were given to you prior because you were busy trying to figure where everything would go and the lay out of the building that would be housing today’s shoot. The secretary who had arranged this had called in about a family emergency and the next best option was to try and give every detail of today’s plans to you.
And granted you had been doing an incredible job at every, except for remembering the names of the models. That is until you see two men walking your way, and your mouth dropping as your eyes laid upon the one and only Oh Sehun. Time seemed to slow, his eyes catching yours as you mouth gapes open, and the distance between you and the men become much shorter. Had you not been holding onto the clothing rack you would have probably lost any control and fainted on spot. You could almost imagine your legs becoming jelly and your heart spinning out of control as your head became blurry.
“Hello Ms. y/l/n, I’m Park Chanyeol and this is Oh Se-“
“Sehun,” You mumble, your eyes not leaving his and the words tumble effortlessly from your lips.
Confusion spread along Chanyeols face, and your best friends as well, as they both look between you and Sehun.
“This is the girl from the other night Chanyeol,” Sehun says after a moment of awkward silence. A light seems to spark in both y/b/n and Chanyeol and simultaneously they both yell out.
“THIS IS STRAWBERRY MILK GIRL?!”
Your face reddens at your best friends description of the man. Of course she had to say it like that.
“Hey chop chop over there y/n! We don’t have all day, get those men their clothes!” The photographer says from his spot behind the camera. This propels you forward, with no words, and you begin to pull the first set of outfit for the two men.
“Grecian God?” Sehun chuckles coming up behind you after the shoot had just come to an end and you had began to clean up.
“I was praying you forgot about that,” You grumble, shooting a glare towards your unsuspecting best friend across the room.
“I’m just curious is all,” He says, a glint of tease in his voice.
“If we are being completely fair, you and I both know you were kinda handed a silver platter of looks,” You huff as you begin to fold the clothes.
“Maybe, but I’m surprised you talked about me,” He laughed, taking a seat in the chair next to you.
“Well, if I didn’t tell my best friend about my two am adventure then she probably would have castrated me in the middle of the night with our cheese grader so.”
“Oh, only the best.” The air is light. And unlike the nights beforehand, it felt as if you had known Sehun longer then the splattering of strawberry milk incident.
“You know I do kind of regret something from that night.” He says, looking you dead in the eyes.
“Not getting your number,” he continues.
Of all the responses you had been conjuring up in the split second of silence, that had definitely not been one of them. If fact it stunned you so much, that you began to lose grip of the rack you had been taking clothes from, and trip into the seat Sehun had been sitting quite comfortably in. Both of you began to fall fast and hard to the floor, and in a quick second you heard the snap of the wooden chair and a groan from Sehun who had broken your fall.
“Now this isn’t how I pictured you falling for me,” He groans, still managing to plaster a smirk on his lips.
A/N: So this isn’t the greatest in the whole wide world, so forgive me, but it’s also my first time posting on tumblr and it was kinda acting up. Anyways, this is dedicated to @killerkiwi-uwu
I also didn’t proof read this, whoops :)
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