project to seduce an arrogant husband (KaiHun)

prologue

"Oaaaa... finally!" I squealed, standing at the airport gates. "I can't wait for-- AHHH!"

Someone had pushed me, causing me to stumble. I quickly turned my head to see someone standing next to me. He had short, dark brown hair that was swept up away from his face, which was obscured by designer sunglasses. To my frustration, the guy didn't even look up, but continued to scroll through his phone as he waited at the gates.

"What a stupid guy... so embarrassing..."

At least that's what I thought I heard. My face contorted into a frown, but I brushed off my knees and walked towards the guy in sunglasses.

*pat pat*

The guy just stood there and ignored me, refusing to look at me or even say anything.

The fuck? My eyes narrowed.

"Hey. Hey, mister."

The guy refused to budge. In a sudden rush of anger, I pinched his arm as hard as I could, now furious. I reached out, grabbed a fingerful of the guy's skin, and squeezed as tightly as possible.

"OUCH! YAH! YOU STUPID LITTLE--" The guy finally turned around to glare at me, rubbing his arm in pain.

I smiled sweetly.

"That's better," I said innocently. "Now you know how I felt when you shoved me." I simply walked away, leaving the guy staring at my retreating figure, completely dumbfounded.

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"MOMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYY!" I screamed as I ran towards my mom, my arms spread like a bird's wings. I jumped into my mom's arms, causing her to gasp in surprise and happiness.

"Aww, Sehunnie... my baby..." She hugged my thin frame so hard that she lifted me a few inches off the ground. I giggled, happy that my parents were finally back. They went on business trips very frequently, and I only saw them for a few months every year.

"Mommy, I misshed you..." I whined, my words muffled because my face was buried into my mom's neck. She chuckled and pulled away a little.

"My baby boy... you're so handsome now!" She cupped my face in her hands and ruffled my hair affectionately.

"Mommy... I'm hungry... I've missed your cooking," I said, patting my stomach with one hand.

"A-hem, a-hem." I turned around and saw my dad, who was giving me a wide smile.

"My son... why haven't you greeted me yet?" He pouted. I laughed. A fifty-year-old man pouting was certainly a strange sight to see.

"Daddy..." I hugged him tightly and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Don't pout, Dad. It looks weird because you're too old to pout. I thought you and mom were busy working. You weren't supposed to come back until Sunday night."

"Yah... even though I'm busy, I would do anything for my baby boy, okay?" He pinched my cheeks and grinned good-naturedly. I was earning strange glances from the passerby at the airport. What? I wanted to say to them. I'm the youngest one in my family. My parents love to pamper me and I love being pampered. Got a problem with that?

The three of us walked out the terminal and my dad hailed a taxi. The drive back to my house in Seoul took about half an hour. When we finally got back, I flung the front door open, too excited to wait for my parents to come in. My face fell slightly as I saw that there was no one home.

"Hey, where did Baekkie hyung and Fishy hyung go, Mom?" I looked around in anticipation. My brother and my best friend usually hung out at my house when they were bored, regardless of whether or not I was even home. They kept me company when my parents were away on business.