Bad Behaviour (Exo Sehun Fanfic)

Run-in

Rian keyed in the passcode for Sehun's house, with a mechanical beep the door opened.

After two day's of cleaning up the house she was nearly done with most of the mess. At first when she accepted the job from him even she herself, believed she would actually need close to a week to clean up the place and make it look at least even a little bit more habitable but after just two day's of vigorous cleaning she was nearly done. The big step now was figuring out what's next.

It's been three day's since Rian last saw Sehun. The day that she had a bad case of word vomit and blurted out her darkest most scandalous secret in front of everyone.

That day it hurt her when hour's after everyone had left and Rian finally dredged up enough courage to get out of the bathroom, Sehun would hardly look at her. If she didn't know any better she would have thought he was sulking but the only thing she could think of after what happened earlier that day was, now that his friend's knew what she was, he was too embarrassed to be associated with her. So with a heavy heart she decided not to bring up the issue about the job that he was willing to give her before but to her surprise he was the one that brought it up, albeit he still avoided looking at her.

He asked her whether she would mind helping him clean up his house because as it was clearly visible it was more than a mess since his housekeeper moved away all of sudden. That was what he said along with an explanation that said if she wanted she could permanently help him out by cleaning his house few times a week after that initial first week.

Rian was fairly convinced that this was real until the ridiculous amount of money he quoted as what would be her pay. When he heard her gasp, he was quick to rectify, saying that it would only be for the first week because the house was truly in a very bad state, however the week's after that, if she were to take the job permanently, she would be paid less or more depending on the other extra errand's he may need her to do for him. He titled this job that paid such a ridiculous amount as being his "private assistant". Private because she was hired by him and not the company he was working for but she saw right through it all. This was nothing but his less than well thought out plan of sneakily helping her out. Under different circumstances it may have brought a grin to her face but as it was she was in no state of mind to be amused. Because Rian had to turn a blind eye to the reality of the situation and play along with his charade, that was the only way she could even think about accepting his help.

That was day's ago and since then she hasn't even seen Sehun's shadow. Unless she were to count the number of times she'd seen him in magazines, billboards and the TV. For the past few day's she's deliberately been coming during the late morning, knowing that he would have gone by then and she left before nighttime. That way she had no chance what so ever of running into him. If he wanted to avoid being related to her in any way whatsoever, the least she could do after accepting his very generous help was to make sure to keep her distance from him.

Lost in her thought, Rian dusted the last of the dirty surfaces in the living room and looked up to see the time. It was close to sundown and she knew she had to get started on cooking if she were to leave before nighttime. Rian wasn't even sure whether she was supposed to cook for him or even whether he bothered eating the food she left but it seemed like something that would be expected of the housekeeper or an "assistant" as Sehun liked to title this ridiculous charade of a job. Besides yesterday and this morning when she came in the food seemed to be gone so she was pretty sure Sehun ate it, unless he threw it away. She grimaced at that last possibility.

Rian was chopping the vegetables when she heard the door open and close. She stiffened, knowing it couldn't be anyone but Sehun himself. His presence so early on in the evening was unexpected and Rian was wondering whether it was too late to sneak out of the house without him noticing the half cooked food on the kitchen counter.