Onism || Oh Sehun

Chapter 8: Which Twin?

Luhan had been knocking at Sehun's office door for the past minute. Already tired with the lack of response, the older male entered on his own, only to see his work partner staring off into space, something that doesn't seem unusual now for the past couple days.

"You seem distracted lately."

Sehun's gaze drifted over to his best friend above him. Luhan now towered over his desk with arms crossed and a brow perched with curiosity. "I'm not distracted," the younger male scoffed with a roll of his eyes.

"You've been staring at the same page of that document for ten minutes now."

Sehun turned the page out of spite and waved his hand dismissively at his hyung, wanting so desperately to be left alone. "It's nothing. I'm just stressed about this damn shop."

"Mhm." Luhan didn't sound like he believed the younger male. Of course he wouldn't. He knew Sehun more than the boy knew himself. And that look on his face could only mean one thing, that teasing grin glued on his face. "Which girl snatched you?"

An instant scowl appeared. "Snatched me?"

The Chinese man clapped his hands together, as if he had solved the great mystery to Sehun's distracted actions. It made more sense now that certain twins were thrown into the equation. "Hell yeah! You only have that kind of expression on your face when you've been thinking about a girl."

Sehun absolutely couldn't believe the bullshit that was spouting from the other's lips. He held a disgusted expression at the absurd claim. "That's insane, she didn't fucking snatch me."

"So there is one!" Luhan chimed excitedly, earning another roll of the eyes. "Lemme guess, it's Jovelyn, huh? You two have been a bit friendly lately. Her flirting and charms finally got to you."

"Hah, as if." The younger fell back into his chair, his head thrown back. His gaze was now trained to the blank ceiling. "It's her rude ass sister." Just the simple mention of the girl got the male's blood boiling.

It had been a couple days since the laundry incident. As much as he so desperately wanted to never see that woman again, he and Mirasol kept running into each other in the apartment complex by sheer coincidence. Whether he was leaving the apartment and she was just returning, whether it be at the nearby grocery store, whether it just be in the lobby. They see each other way too much. And the fact that twin Jovelyn tries to visit him every damn time with that face of hers, he was close to going insane. He wasn't sure if God was teasing him for every sin he made but seeing her and now Jovelyn's face pissed him off more and more.

Sehun let out a distressed groan. "It's amazing how completely different those two are, I swear to god. Jovelyn seems so normal and then here's Mirasol, who's a fucking weird bitch. Maybe she absorbed all the negativity while they were in their mother's womb or something."

"Well, you did leave a bad first impression on her."

The younger feigned shock, hand to chest and mouth agape. "I didn't do shit."

"This is the girl you accused to being a stalker, when in fact, she was your next door neighbor," Luhan stated. A sigh left his lips, as he laid his arm onto the desk. "You sure do have a way with women, Oh Sehun."

"It's just her."

"Uh huh. Don't think I didn't notice you trying to avoid Jovelyn, either. They're not the same person, you know."

"I know that," Sehun snapped back. "They just look too similar."

"They're twins, you idiot."

Sehun straightened up. "Yah, who are you to call me an idiot?"

Luhan couldn't help but chuckle at his easily provoked friend. It seemed effortless.

The older halted from the conversation, then remembering the initial reason why he had entered the office. He smacked down the folders of resumes he received throughout the week. "Oh yeah, here are some models we can work with for our promotional campaign. We scheduled for our auditions by the end of the week." He slid the navy blue folder closer to Sehun, a grin to his lips. "This one I personally like, so hopefully we'll get to work with her. But go ahead and find one that catches your eye."

The older gestured for Sehun to open the folders to gander at the resumes of possible models. The Chinese man looked far too giddy for his feedback, Sehun opened the very one he wanted him to see.

However, just seeing the specific resume, Sehun was ready to fling it back to his hyung's face.

"Ya, Choi Jovelyn is a model in progress and she would be a great face--no--fantastic face for our shop! And I have a few reasons why," Luhan defended with a burst of enthusiasm. "She is a fresh faced model who is gorgeous and clearly has talent, so she'll definitely bring people in naturally. And since she is pretty well known in this neighborhood for local projects, familiar people would want to come to support her. You get what I mean? She'll be a great advantage to us rather than just any other random model."

"Luhan-hyung, this is the worst thing you could've given me today."

"Trust me, man. Jovelyn is the best choice for our campaign, and if you think about my reasons, it makes sense. She is our best candidate. Get over your childish whining and think about it seriously if you want our shop to succeed well." With that said, Luhan left the room, to leave the younger back to his own devices. And Sehun only grew more frustrated at this current situation the more he dwelled on it, because he knew.

He knew that Luhan had the right idea.