Hungry Hippo | sekai

3.

"My apologies, Mr. Oh, I did not know that this gentleman was your significant other. Please, forgive me," the previous saleswoman spoke as her cheeks were even redder than her lips. Sehun just waved a hand at her meanwhile Jongin was touching various clothes across from them.

"No, no, it's quite alright. Please just ring the belt up. It's his anniversary gift to me. Now how sick is that? A billionaire like me wearing a Gucci belt on the daily," Sehun chuckled as the woman looked even guiltier, a swarm of delight filling Sehun's chest. She immediately agreed and took the belt towards the counter to put onto the younger's tab.

When Jongin decided to stop wandering around the store like an idiot, he instead decided to look for Sehun. A grin slowly came onto his face as he saw that employee hold his belt.

Finally, the essential piece he needed in his collection to feel complete, and this jackass was helping him get it. The world works in mysterious ways. Too bad the rich man will be heartbroken, but at least he'll still have his caviar. He tapped the younger's broad shoulders and spoke.

"Hey, thanks for this. I've been wanting that belt since forever, and I also got a lil bit of revenge," Jongin whispered as he leaned towards Sehun and smiled. Sehun immediately thought "cute" and instinctively wrapped his arm around Jongin's waist as he saw the woman coming in the corner of his eye.

"It's no sweat, baby. The way you begged for it was exactly how you beg for my cock every night. I couldn't say no to my cute little kitten," Sehun purred into Jongin's ear, but made it loud enough for the employee. The wide eyed elder choked on his spit as the lady dropped their purchase.

"Careful with that," Sehun slyly commented, the saleswoman nodding and apologizing again. She handed the bag to him with slightly shaky hands, and Sehun gracefully accepted it.

With his hand still casually resting on Jongin's hip, squeezing even tighter to Jongin's confusing pleasure, they walked out the store, some eyes glued to their backs.

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Jongin doesn't know how the in the hell he ended up parked in Sehun's shady coupe in the very corner of a big ass parking lot, but that's besides the point right now. At the moment, he was fuming, which Sehun didn't seem to catch onto (which just made Jongin even madder). In the dark 2 seater, the elder turned his body to the driver, beanie off because he was feeling way too warm.

"What the fuck was that Sehun?" Jongin asks with a livid expression, but he only gets a bored reaction instead.

"Do you like lobster? I'm in a Larry kinda mood." Sehun lays back on his red stitched leather seat as his head lobbed to the side.

"Never had it, but stop avoiding the question. We didn't agree to this!" Jongin almost gets caught in the web Sehun's nonchalantly weaving, but he doesn't fall for it and retaliates immediately.

"We didn't agree to any constraints." The billionaire knows his smart counter irked the elder to no end, but pretended that he didn't. That seemed to get the most entertaining reaction out of him.

"T-true," Sehun slightly smirked at the cute stutter, "but still that was out of pocket. It was a lie." Jongin tried to hold up his end of the conversation, but the younger just kept on logging off and leaving him out to dry.

"Mhm, not really. Just something that hasn't happened." That made a chill run up the elder's spine as he thought back to the café and his whisper. Sehun, being the smartass he is, picked up on this rather quickly and almost made his attack, but something came in the way.

Ring ring ring

Saved by the bell.

"Aye, Sheep how's it hanging? Did you finally cuff that dad, Junmyeon, or whatever?" Sehun answered with a low monotone voice. Jongin just stared in awe as the little, rude youngster took a phone call while in the midst of what he thought was a heated conversation.

"Hey, Jackass, listen to people when they speak!" Jongin screamed in the phone to make the receiver realize that he was in the middle of talking to someone. But that didn't faze the billionaire one bit.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, it's just this cute lil dude in my car, but I'm still here Xing," the younger kept talking and smirked to himself as Jongin started to react even more.

"Sehun! Get off the damn phone, so we can talk about that stupid stunt that you pulled on me, again," the elder yelled. He wasn't going to take anymore bullshit.

"Hey, make sure you're not bitchy around Junmyeon, I can imagine some ways he'll punish you. Don't ask why, just take my word for it," Sehun complained through the phone, not even acknowledging Jongin's presence at this point.

"Did this boy just have the nerve to subtly talk shit about me while I'm in the same damn car as him?" the elder asked himself, but Sehun finally seemed to pay attention to his existence. Just when Jongin happened to be talking to himself, too.

"Yes, this boy did. Now shut the hell up, Bubblegum. Damn. Anyway, Xing, I'll talk to you later. My sugar baby looks like he's about to kill me. Aw, now he looks even angrier, can't miss this. Ciao, Sheep."

Beep

With that Sehun turned his long body slightly towards the other, who didn't even look like he wanted to be here. He accidently let out a chuckle at the cute pout Jongin was jutting, but that was a big mistake. The elder glared at Sehun so hard, he was sure he was lighting up the dim coupe. That's when Sehun took that as his que to raise the white flag.

"Look, I'm sorry for not answering you. I just wanted to get you riled up. You know I think you're cute," Sehun tried to reason, which sounded half-assed to Jongin. The elder just rolled his eyes and looked away from the dick.

"You must think I'm a little shit. And you're right, but I'm a pretty famous and intelligent little shit. When I hear things I don't want to hear, I tune things out. That sounded really wrong. Again, I'm sorry. I'm an ass," Sehun kept rambling, and this made him uncomfortable because he never does this. But his weird mind takes pleasure in this scene taking place with a beautiful pink man in his red Mercedes.

"Where are you going with this?" Jongin finally says as he keeps hearing all of these irrelevant and known facts spewing from the silver man's mouth.

"I don't know exactly. That I'll hear you out now that I'm done with my phone call?" Sehun says with uncertainty. Jongin just scoffs at this jackass, but still continues with his previous question. He'd rather know if this man is serious about this arrangement and whether it's too late to back out before personal investigators start tracking him down.

"Why did you tell that stupid lie to the Gucci staff? Was it for laughs? To sell the narrative? To give you some sick little pleasure? To speak it into existence? I need some answers, so I can know when to dip- ah, I mean, so I can know more about you," Jongin rants. Sehun just slowly nods his head without answering, and that almost sets Jongin off.

"Do you want to come back to my place?" Sehun asks with a mischievous glint in his eyes. The question takes Jongin beyond aback, and his words get caught in his throat. His mind runs through all the possible scenarios that could happen during this request. Some with a dead body, some with a body lying next to him in a pile of silk white sheets, and one with him sneaking out with a few watches and maybe a pair or two of custom kicks.

Jongin just smirks to himself. It's sad. But it's also hilarious. This is what it's come down to: lust.

"Lead the way," the elder sighs while buckling himself up. The engine revs up as Sehun skids away onto the route of his penthouse, a triumph smile playing at his lips.

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// Here's part 3. Tell me your thoughts and please vote and comment! Next chapter's nfsw.