Hungry Hippo | sekai

2.

Bubblegum, who Sehun found out was older than him by a couple of years, stared out the window with a bored expression. As his eyes scanned the many privileged bodies strutting, Sehun scanned the pink, orange, green, and brown fellow. A few minutes prior to this awkward situation, unsuccessful introductions had been made.

...

"I'm Sehun."

"Hello Sehun. Why were you running after me, Sehun?"

"Ah, you see, I'm billionaire-"

"I think this conversation is over."

"Wait, please, hear me out. It's not what you think."

"... Go on."

"You caught my attention in the Gucci store, which is extremely hard to do. You looked cute as you furrowed your pretty eyebrows at that horrendously ugly belt. It was even cuter when you stuttered while talking to the rude saleswoman. But what was the cherry on top; the golden nugget; the million dollar answer; it, was when you ran out of there. Even after I stepped up for you."

"And because of that you hunt me down, take me out to this chic, Ethiopian cafe, and try to justify your entitled billionaire act. Oh, and now I supposed to forgive you because you save puppies. Look here, Sehun, I know how guys like you operate. You think you can do anything you fucking want, and the whole world will be on their knees ready to kiss your ass and call you king. Too bad for you, I'm not the dumb fuck you obviously want me to be. Miss me with the bullshit."

...

So fast-forward to now, and Sehun was shocked and even more amused as he laid eyes on the apathetic creature in front of him. And after everything he's been through.

There was no food in between them, just the thick ass air that you could cut with a almond press-on, but the spices and seasoning wafted into their noses. Sehun kept an unwavering gaze on him and picked up on the hungry swallow down the man's apple bottom, smirking as he gathered his comeback.

"Look, um, Bubblegum, I'm man of needs, and as I can see you are, too, but on different, appetizing circumstances. What I'm trying to say here is, I can be, as some others like to call it, your sugar daddy," that made Pretty in Pink snap his eyes to Sehun's calm face, "I can provide for you as you can for me. It's just a simple suggestion that I think you would like. I also think we should start with names."

Sehun leaned back on his chair as he cooly bore into the other's coffee eyes, a chill running up the latter's spine. His irrational gut was telling him to take this chance because who knows when another sexy billionaire would want to make him his sugar baby. Especially with the shit he's gotta pay back. And Sehun stood up for him when could've just watched or worse, ignored him. His head was also telling him that this could be a trap, and he could end up on a short leash. Again. Well, that was an almost situation, still hella scary though. But anyway, how could Bubblegum know if he could trust this flamboyant rich kid?

He scoffed at the ceiling, wondering why these situations were presented to him. Wondering why he was suddenly so willing to tell the blonde his name. The world may never know, the man repeated in his head on the daily, this time the phrase eerily fitting the event way too much.

"Jongin. And... are you really serious, Sehun?" The younger nodded firmly as the elder still looked skeptical.

"But why, I'm just an ordinary guy-" Jongin tried but to his dismay, Sehun interjected.

"An ordinary guy that I want," Sehun corrected, earning a glare from Jongin.

"Yes, but I'm not that special. I'm just the person your obnoxious ass took pity on in some Gucci store," Jongin reasoned while still trying to search for answers in Sehun's unreadable face and heading towards Headacheville.

"Hm, but for some reason I really wanted to buy you that Gucci belt, even though it was agonizingly average," Sehun smirked, whipping his signature hypnotizing gaze out. It seemed to take effect as Jongin actually looked away for the second time, but with a little red creeping up his tanned skin.

"Now, we can either forget about this and go our separate ways, or we can go back to the Gucci department and let me buy you the belt and maybe some more, of course, with a little something else if you swing that way," Sehun seductively whispered and slowly leaned forward. His palm was under his chiseled chin as he looked Jongin over and swiped his pink tongue languidly across his equally pink lips, the elder heating up even more under his mesmerizing gaze.

Jongin bit his lips and couldn't could help but to think about those hands running up his body as those fierce eyes focused on his sweat glistening skin. Sehun's firm grasp. His finger's scalding touch. His tongue's wet, warm, and slick glide on his most desirable places. Before Jongin fantasized any further, he coughed and looked into Sehun's expecting eyes, actually feeling his sanity slipping away. The world may never know what might just happen next.

But Jongin has a pretty good idea that it includes his Gucci Belt and a finessed billionaire.

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