Hungry Hippo | sekai

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"Mr. Oh, it's very crucial that you attend the board meeting this afternoon. They want to discuss your shareholdings-"

"Excuse me for my language Yubin, but what the fuck is there to discuss? I invented the damn thing, so they can shove their 'mandatory board meeting' up their money-whoring, dick headed, asses!"

Beep

The pissed young man strolling down the paved sunlit street heaved a deep, frustrated sigh and carded his fingers through his silver hair. His sharp eyes scanned which store to raid next as his pink button lips pursed. He knew blowing his money wasn't the best way to relieve his stress, but who was going to stop the youthful billionaire? The Louis Vuitton leather jacket wasn't the best decision either. Especially in the overbearing heat, but the young billionaire knew that pretty hurts. Money, too.

Sehun finally decided on a Gucci store a couple blocks down, remembering when his best friend, Yixing, talked about some limited edition piece coming up on Saturday, which happened to be today. He had time to kill, so he shrugged and sophisticatedly stepped into the cool, clean department.

"Greetings, Mr. Oh. If I may ask, what is in your interest today?" a pretty lady at the entrance sweetly asked Sehun. He just nonchalantly nodded and kept walking without so much as a "Hello." The middle aged woman's subtle glare was sensed on the retreating muscular back, but the younger just smirked.

Though, Sehun got so bored so fast as he kept touching and looking through racks and racks, nothing jumping out to him. It was the same old Gucci that any plain person adored. Sighing for the nth time, he just couldn't seem to find something catch his eye lately, life-wise. Sure, being rich had its perks, but it sure as hell as is pretty damn bland.

You had the same fake people, same bougie food, same expensive cars, and the same exorbitant clothes. Anybody could excel in this lifestyle with ease. But Sehun wasn't just anybody.

"Excuse me, um, i-is this price tag right?" a young man with bubblegum hair incredulously asked. He kept his voice quiet to avoid unwanted attention, but to his unknown dismay, Sehun wanted to give him all of his. What's this Pretty in Pink doing in a Gucci department store? Let alone asking if they have the right price tag? Curiosity got the best of Sehun as he inserted himself closer to the intriguing being.

"Ah, yes sir, that is the true price. Would you like to ring it up? It's a beautiful belt." She seemed persistent on earning a sale, while the other seemed far from it. It amused the younger to no end, watching the engaging scene unfold behind the rack of beige geometric-patterned jackets. Fortunately, no one else was here to witness it.

"T-that's alright! I should come another day, I've really got to get going-" the man frantically tried to explain then he let go of the black leather like it was a possessed item and backed out, but the worker had other sick intentions.

"Sir, perhaps, by any chance, is it out of your budget? If it is, we could provide some discounts though it may still be of no use." It was disgustingly obvious that she was subtly mocking Bubblegum's (nickname courtesy of Sehun) lack of wealth, and it made Sehun's blood boil to no end. He was seconds away from walking to the shelf straight across from him, and before he knew it, the words, that could potentially get him banned, which Sehun doubted, flew out of his obscene mouth.

"Yes, it actually is. But that's besides the point, he'd rather not spend a ridiculous amount of money for a painfully, mediocre piece of Italian leather or whatever overpriced shit piece of European cow you slaughtered with a little bit of chipping brittle gold. I hope you can understand that, as well as why on Earth you would work at such an upscale dump that doesn't even pay you scat, to the point where the only joy that can replace your absent coin is the mockery of a poor, innocent, and, might I personally add, great looking customer. Good day."

Sehun looked at the shocked woman before humphing and strutting towards the entrance. He half expected Bubblegum to follow his lead, and, y'know, thank him, but that wasn't exactly the case.

Unsurprisingly, Bubblegum rushed out of the store and briskly walked down the street with furrowed eyebrows and a heated face. Sehun stood there, utterly surprised. No, nonplussed. No, astonished. No, amazed.

So he chased after him, out into the blazing heat, wildly looking for the orange tee covered by a green plaid shirt topped with a brown beanie. He was tall, so he couldn't miss him. He wouldn't.

His stress didn't last long as he finally saw it 10 blocks ahead, almost walking out of the district and into the larger crowd. This told his legs to sprint for his life, which in all actuality really was the situation.

Confused and weirded out faces passed him, but Sehun's feet just kept running and running. The air was tight (he doesn't run much) as he pushed the gas through his nostrils. The leather on his back stuck uncomfortably, and his pants were tight and almost damp. He could hear the tinny jingle of his piercings, a little worried that they would fall from the way he was Flo Joing it.

He cursed his spontaneous mind as he kept accelerating, the destination seeming even farther. When the man of wonders finally came within Sehun's arms reach, he could feel the acid with a hint of frozen hot chocolate rising in his throat. Note to self, work out more, Sehun thought.

Bubblegum jumped when Sehun's clammy hands clasped his shoulder with force. He turned his body out of curiosity to see a man, probably younger than him, dying for air with coats of sweat covering his face. The embarrassed and tired man cocked his head down to look into Sehun's face, trying to analyze the exhausted, sketchy jackass. He quickly realized, however, that this man wasn't going to talk anytime soon and decided to interrogate him himself.

Who are you and why are you touching me?" He asked coldly with a stern face. Heavy breathing.

"Okay, this isn't going to be easy. Nod for 'yes' and shake your head from 'no,' got it?" The man looked into Sehun's eyes for an agreement. Lots of gasping.

"Are you stalking me?" A silver head shook.

"Do you know me?" Again, a shake.

"Then why are you here? Don't answer that. Do you have business with me?" Sehun hesitated with his response then mentally decided to label this as "business" as he nodded his head.

"Okay, are you going to kill me?" The younger's eyes widened then he furiously shook his head. A fucking fish out of water was what the idiot sounded like, Bubblegum concluded.

"Good. Oh, and are you out of shape?" Sehun, embarrassed, nodded his head, and his cheeks seemed to flush even more. He didn't catch Bubblegum's slight smile while he was too busy trying not to pass out in the scorching heat.

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// Hey hope y'all enjoyed this first part of my sekai fic. I don't hate Gucci btw that was purely for plot purposes. There's more to come soon. Please vote, comment and share!