Take my hand|cs

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"Baby, sit on my lap? Would you?" Joshua gagged at Sehun's sickeningly sweet voice, not wanting anything to do with him after yesterday's events. "You can't still be mad at me!" Joshua looked at Sehun as if he was sputtering literal nonsense.

"You tried to force yourself on me. Why wouldn't I be mad!?" Joshua asked as he pushed his plate away from him. Sehun moved his seat back from the dining table and tapped his thigh. "Don't give me the attitude" Joshua threw the napkin he had held tightly in his hand while he made his way to Sehun's lap.

"What?" He asked while ignoring Sehun, who was looking up at him with complete concentration. "How do you like things here, I know you were really mad about me getting you a bodyguard, but I hope you'll learn to accept Seungcheol" Joshua scoffed at Sehun's statement.

If he only knew that Seungcheol was the one thing Sehun has done right for him. There was something about Seungcheol that made him feel safe, like everything would be okay. He turned his head to see Seungcheol standing by the entrance of the dining hall with his head turned away.

"I don't hate having him around" Joshua said quite loud for Seungcheol to hear. "That's good to hear because I'm going to be leaving for a meeting with the Italian mafia, and you're staying here with him. I can't risk your life" Sehun said, playing with the hem of Joshua's shirt.

"Don't miss me too much" without warning, Sehun stood up with Joshua still in his arms as he kissed him abruptly. Seungcheol jerked forward but stopped realising there was nothing he could do. All he could do was watch Sehun savour Joshua's lips which seemed undeniably addicting.

"Fuck you" Joshua wiped his lips as Sehun chuckled lightly. "Take care of him for me, not even a single scratch, or I'll kill you" Seungcheol nodded obediently as Sehun walked out, leaving the two behind.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Joshua, stop it! You creepy American!"