Exo Imagines

157. 32 Weeks (Sehun)

Requested by @Fatema-chan

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"Ah, fuck, [U/N]," Sehun mumbles sharply under his breath, convulsed at the explosive state of the open living area of his entrance hall way as he entered his house. "Do you not know what a hoover is?!"

He huffed frustratedly as he dropped his posh leather brief case down on the floor beside the small wooden table, flinging his flashy car keys into the eccentrically patterned ceramic bowl position slightly off centre on the table. "[U/N]!" He spits your name as he walks through the archway into the post, professionally decorated living space. His jaw gritting in anger when he spotted you on the sofa, pillow under your head, television remote in your hand. "What do you do all day?!" He screams antagonised at the sight of you just slumped lazily on the sofa while the house around you was littered in crap.

"What?" You mutter, slightly scared and dazed.

"What? Can you not see this mess?" He stormed towards you and snatched the remote from your hand and turned the TV off before violently tossing the remote across the living room on to the other sofa out of your reach. "I slave for twelve hours a day at a desk so you can have a nice peaceful house wife life and this is how you repay me!" He bellows as he swings his arms around, his eyes focusing in the dirty washing scattered in piles all over the floor, a sink full of dirty pots piling up in the kitchen jut over the breakfast bar.

"I'm not well," you choke.

"Well I'm sorry you've got a cold, but this isn't on."

"Babe, I-"

"Don't... Babe me." He holds up a single finger, shushing you.

You swallow hard, stomach twisting and flipping, your mouth quickly started to water vigorously and you knew it was coming. Yesterday's chicken tikka masala was coming back. You clamped your hand over your mouth and stormed to the bathroom as fast as your little shaky legs could carry you. You reached the bowl just in time, collapsing to your knees. Sehun quietly following behind, a deep set feeling of guilt building up in his gut.

She actually is sick, he thought as he towered behind you, his hands reaching down to scoop up your hair, holding it up out of your face. "I'm so sorry," he apologised.

"You didn't know."

"I should've realised, I know you're not lazy. Because of you I have clean clothes and a full stomach. I'm sorry."

You sniffled as you dabbed your mouth with some tissue roll. "You're gonna have to put up with another thirty two weeks of this."

"Why?" He pondered.

You turn your head to look up into his deep eyes. "Why do you think?"

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