#48 Sehun❤
You scurry around the room, lighting vanilla scented candles in a pursuit to portray the room as inviting. The knock comes at the door, and you blow out the match, bolting over to the bed, picking up a book, and fanning out the deep red, strapless, practically backless dress. Why yes, Sehun, this is how you always look when you read.
“Come in,” you offer, barely loud enough to be heard. When Sehun walks in, you lift your head delicately, playing innocent, and catching the curiosity around his irises as he surveys the dimly lit room. Finally, he focuses on you, Adam’s apple bubbling up at the time his gaze travels up your exposed leg. You close the book, standing to greet him, “There you are.”
“I wanted to tell you that you look fantastic tonight.”
But you already knew that. He’s said it when he stopped chewing the moment you entered the dining hall. He’s whispered it when he glared at Chanyeol, who’d just dropped his fork with his eyes glued to the slit of your dress, leading nearly all the way up your thigh. He’s screamed it when you found his gaze on you as demurely you paraded to your seat, settling in next to Jongdae.
He seems stunned! Jongdae had squealed. Of all of the boys, Kim Jongdae was the chosen one to hear your confession. You’d told him you wanted to get Sehun’s attention. There was no doubt in your mind that you wanted to be his. If that was ever going to happen, you couldn’t just sit back and wait. After everything he’d done to get you, Sehun was still to say the words, ask the question. Jongdae advised the dress, the flirt and the poorly lit bedroom to force him out of his comfort zone. You obeyed, thinking of a soldier going to war, different armour but same idea. Tonight you’re taking down a man.
“Like it?” you ask, leaving out the hope that, with any luck, this dress would be on the floor pretty soon.
“Love it.”
Fingers lace through his, “Come, sit with me. I haven’t seen you much lately.”
“Sorry about that,” he sighs. “Things have been a bit tense since the tour started, and you know how the company is. We’ve been signed to lots of dramas and variety shows.”
You’re side by side, sitting on the edge of the bed, and you settle close to him, “It’s okay. I understand.”
He smiles, soft and cautious, “I know I’ve said it a thousand times, but when I can’t see you… it drives me crazy.”
The pout you give him is little, but you’re certain is a killer.
“I know.”
Sehun pauses, his face hard to read. Romantic moments ain’t your forte, so you aren’t completely sure on how to manufacture it, how to move things forward without being pushy.
“This is a bit silly, but I’m wearing a new perfume today. Is it too strong?” you ask, tilting your neck so he can lean in and breathe the scent. His nose approaches, brushing against the soft patch of skin.
“It’s lovely, babe,” he murmurs into the curve of your shoulder blades. A kiss is placed on the spot, making you swallow in an attempt to focus. It’s hard, harder than levelling your breathing back to normal, “I’m glad you like it. I’ve really missed you, S.”
His hand scurries around your back, causing you to bring your face down, observing his long fingers sensing the silk of the dress. A thumb moves your face back upward and there he is, eyes looking into yours, lips millimetres apart.
“How much have you missed me?” he breathes. His warm stare, combined with his low voice, do funny things to your heartbeat.
“So much,” you answer. “So, so much.” The confession is sweeter than intended, innocent even. The mischievous plan trapped in oblivion, as you shyly, lean closer, aching to be kissed. Sehun, however, feels confident, pulling you forward with his right hand and stinging the other through your hair. You’re positive your body melts into the kiss, his tongue playful and tempting, making you remember the objective, the intentions behind the candles. Suddenly, you’re nervous again. Adrenaline kicks in, palms sliding down Sehun’s arms, guiding his fingers to the zipper on the back of your dress, hoping that would be a sufficient hint.
Doubtful, his touch lingers there for a moment, getting you a little bit stress out and seconds away from just asking him to unzip the fucking thing when he busts out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” you ask, horrified, really.
“If you want to get me naked, you’ll have to convince me it’ll be worth my time,” Sehun bents over, hitting his knee as he chuckles.
“Excuse me?”
“Not like this,” he says. There’s no mock in his words, he’s smiling tenderly, with his fingers playing patterns on yours, clearly looking for a way to express himself correctly. Although you’re mortified, you get it. Sehun has told you all about those girls throwing himself at him, seducing him, doing the impossible to get him tangled in their sheets. Why in the world did you think you could pull that off? Sehun may not know everything about you, but at the very least he knew your personality—and this? It wasn’t you. You look down at the ridiculous dress. It is way too much. Your hair is too perfect, your makeup too heavy. He knew the hidden intentions from the second he walked through the doorway.
“Listen to me,” Sehun reclaims your attention. Again, his voice is sweet and non-judgemental; and the way he looks at you…it makes your heart skip a beat. “I love you,” He kisses you hard on the forehead. “The enough to make your soul mine before your body. Please let me do it.”
Joy overwhelms your chest when you respond, “Okay.”