That Thing Called Favor?

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Hayoung's POV:

I was soon done with my purpose with Naeun. She soon had to leave for her meeting. . .Which reminds me, I had to go buy some groceries and Haejun's ice cream. I know I promised him that. Aish. Me and my promises.

"Hayoung, are you gonna head out with me? I'll be leaving in an hour."- Naeun asked.

"No, I'll just take the cab. The mall is the other way from your route."- I told her.

"Are you sure? I can just drop you off."- She insisted as she began packing up her stuff.

"I'll be fine, Naeun-ah."- I told her reassuringly, giving her a weak smile.

"So, how are you going to give Sehun his pass?"- She asked.

"That I don't know. . . "- I replied blankly. Thinking about it, I didn't think of that. It was still a mere three weeks away but then~ we had business meetings so I guess I just have it give it soon. He'll probably be full by the next weeks as he is not right now.
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Sehun's POV:

Playing billiards was fun but then~ it just got a little boring each time. I don't know why but I felt it like that. Somehow I just lost interest~ probably because nearly half of the group was drunk. Kai has fled the scene as he had to fetch his mother from the airport.

What to do now? Luhan is drunk and so is Chanyeol. I think I should go home, judging from the scene, I think I had to go.

"Hey, who's phone is vibrating? I can feel it from all the shaking. . ."- Baekhyun asked sitting upright.

I got up and checked the sofa for my phone as I shove it there after dragging Chanyeol to Tao's room. Looking at it, it was mine that had a call.

It was Hayoung. The very reason, why we had two drunk men as a result.

"Hello?"- I began as I answered the call.

"Sehun. . . where are you?"- She asked on the line.

"Who's that?"- Xiumin asked as he appeared with some food in his hands.

"Hayoung."- I mouthed at them. They all gave me a maliscious grin before I got my attention back to the phone.

"I'm here in Tao's place. Why?"- I replied.

"Naeun handed me your pass for her Fashion Week. Seems like you got invited."- She teased. Of course, I would be invited. My company was a sponsor of hers, after all.

"What do you want me to do then?"- I asked annoyingly.

"How are you suppose to get it? "- She asked. "Should I just leave it in your house or should I just send it to your office?"- She suggested.

Oh yeah- how do I get my pass? If she left it in my house, I might forget about it. If she sends it to the office, I still might forget about it. . . Oh I think, I have a better idea. . .
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