I'm Arranged To Oh Sehun || EXO

Twenty Two

Sehun

I threw my jacket around me, desperate for its warmth. My lips were trembling from the cold and I wanted nothing but Saeyeon's warm lips on mine.

I rubbed my hands together and breathed heavily, watching the fog that came out of my mouth from the cold.

"Sir! Please, " I called out again. I looked up and spotted his window closed. He just wouldn't budge.

"Please! Please, Sir, " I yelled.

I stared at the security guard that was pissed but I didn't give a fuck.

"Mr. Lee! Sir!"

"Kid, hey stop, " The guard approached me. He spoke in Chinese which I vaguely understand since I have been studying Chinese for our tour.

I gave him an uninterested look then continued screaming.

"Please sir! Give me a chance to explain!"

The guard almost lunged at me, "You're disturbing other people."

"Maybe if you haven't kicked me out, it wouldn't be a big problem."

The man sighed and with a defeated sigh, he ushered me to go inside.

I breathed a thank you and bowed. When I entered the building, warmth engulfed me and I breathed in relief. I took off my cap and ran my hands through my hair.

"You're looking for Mr. Changyeon?"

I just nodded subtly before making ny way to the elevator.

After we arrived, I made sure Sae fell asleep then headed straight to her father's flat or apartment. It took a lot of perseverance to have the company give me the complete details. It would've been even better if Saeyeon didn't come.

I already knew his room since I have been knocking on his door since this morning but got kicked out. I knew he was inside, ignoring my constant knocks. He should've opened the door if he wanted peace that quickly. I just wanted to talk to him.

I arrived at the damn room again and knocked several times, every contact of the wood and my hand making much harder impact.

"Sir! It's your daughter's husband. Please open up, I just want to talk," I plead. I had to cut to chase. I had little time before Saeyeon wakes up.

I need to figure everything out before going through with what I had in mind. It's been clouding my every logical thought but I had convinced myself this was the only way.

"What do you want?" His voice was gruff and had no welcoming tone but fuck him, I did not come here to get nothing. 

"I just want to talk" I begged. "Please."

I did not hear any more, just the door opening to a tired looking man, on the verge of giving up. I bowed slightly, passing him as I entered his home, scrunching my face at the smell.

He motioned me to the couch and I reluctantly sat as he took it himself to sit in front of me. He ran his hand on his face, heaving a deep sigh.

"So what does your fucked up company want now?"

I gulped, feeling beads of sweat dripping down my forehead. "Actually, I'm not hear to talk about the company. I'm hear to talk about your daughter."