Love Me Once. (Sehun FanFic.)

6.

His spot was empty when I woke up this morning. The room was filled with a sweet aroma of mint and green apple - his cologne. The bathroom smelled like fruits - his hairspray. Sehun had marked every inch of the apartment. 

"How do I walk out not smelling like Oh Sehun?" I rolled my eyes and hurried to make lunch for the busy boy. I wasn't entirely sure what to make for him, considering the fact that I didn't know his favorite foods nor his everyday diet.

Peering out the window, the early morning welcomed the hectic city. Cars of every color zoomed passed one another on the gray freeways and little people that resembled an army of ants walked down the street.

I rummaged through the cabinets to find any type of groceries. The fridge was packed with dairy products, eggs, and random juices.  The shelves were filled with random vegetables - carrots, lettuce, zucchinis, cucumbers, and mushrooms. Washing the rice, I quickly dotted my eyes on the unprepared ingredients. The clock haunted me, threateningly inching closer to my deadline.

Prep time took at least forty minutes, cooking took a good hour and twenty minutes, and cleaning everything spent another thirty. I rushed to get dressed in a pair of light-washed jeans and plain white t-shirt, not even applying makeup. I called a taxi and wrapped his lunch box. Checking the time, nine o' clock had become eleven thirty. "Oh no.." 

I texted Sehun, wondering if he was hungry or not:

No, are you coming now? Should I tell the chauffeur to come and drive you? Do you know where the company building even is?

I entered the orange vehicle and greeted the driver. I held my handheld mirror to my face and carefully applied a small source of make up. The ride was relatively short, at least twenty minutes, but it felt like it dragged on with the uncomfortable atmosphere in the car.

You don't need to bother him. Honestly, who doesn't? You can literally search it up online, I can search everything about you online. It's scary.

I'm on level ten

Get off of your phone, aren't you busy?

You're my top priority. (: 

Not the smiley face, that's so creepy. 

Okay, no emoticons. I got it. 

The building was tall and intimidating, quite like Sehun himself. I held onto the lunch box until my knuckles turned white. My nervousness ate me alive. The lady at the lobby eyed me, her forehead creasing. She picked up the phone and spoke secretively into the receiver. I walked past her large desk and into an opening elevator. 

People were dressed in neck ties and pencil skirts. Hair was slicked back or tied into a tight bun. Sophisticated was the word. I felt their eyes piercing through my back. The warmth from the food was the only thing that calmed down my churning stomach. 

I stepped out on level ten. Another big desk was presented in front of me. This time, two young ladies sat together chatting. Once they saw me, they quickly got up and bowed.

"Welcome Mrs.Oh." They said in unison. Taken by surprise, I bowed back. I asked for Sehun and they gestured into a large office filled with many people. They all sat at computer desks and had name tags around their necks. 

A big room with windows looking in was at the back, a small desk guarding it. Through the windows, I saw Sehun shuffling through papers. I walked up to Sehun's office and a young woman stopped me, the one sitting at the guarding desk.

Her heels were at least three inches tall. She was perfect - hourglass figure with beautiful, wavy burgundy hair. Her fitting pencil skirt and button up hugged her curves and made my entire outfit look like pure trash. She batted her long, fake eyelashes at me and her red lips were pressed into a thin line.