Red Straps // O.Sh

So wrong

It's noon and we just finished all my appointments. 

Dr. Taemin says there's nothing internally bad as far as diseases but he says there is a lot of damage done to my lungs from water but with time it will heal. 

Luhan said I am suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and I have insomnia. If I want to get better both physically and mentally I have to keep seeing them. 

Sehun said Lay has found a lead and that Chanyeol and a few other boys have gone to dig around.

I am currently sitting on the couch with Sehun. We are watching the news and eating breakfast. 

{To day on E.V T.V we have pop star Jimin here to talk about his new album coming out this winter.} 

I gasp and hold my hands to my mouth. That's Jimin? Is he a pop star?

"What? What's wrong?" Sehun asks concern in his voice. 

"That Jimin was one of the men from The BTS Mob. Remember? I told you how I used the piggy backstroke?" I say with my arm extended towards the T.v. 

Sehun takes his phone from his pocket and begins to dial a number. "Yes hello... I'm Mr. Oh Sehun... I'd like to speak with Jimin as soon as possible... Thank you." Sehun hangs up and turns to me. 

We sit in silence for half a minute before Sehun's phone begins to ring. "Hello... Yes, I am... Of course, I found you... Let's meet up... Tonight... Yes, just you... That's all I wanted to say yes... Bye."  

"Was that Jimin on the phone?" I ask while itching a little closer.

"Yes, calm down," Sehun says with a wrinkle in between his eyebrows. 

"When are you meeting him?" I ask. 

"We are meeting him tonight at 7. We still have lots of time." He says with a devilish smile. 

"What is that suppose to mean, and we?" I say confusion written on my face. 

Sehun grabs my hand and pulls me into the bedroom. He strips me down and then pushes me roughly to the bed. He then loosens his tie and ties my hands behind my head. 

"Your mine. It's going to be clearly seen on your body and in your expression that you belong to me!" He says with a dirty smile. 

He begins to tickle my tummy. I squirm under him. "Sehun why are you doing this?!" 

Sehun doesn't respond instead he flips me over so that my backside is facing him now. He smacks my rear with his large hands. He then traces his tongue up my spine. 

I shiver. 

I pant.

I like it.

I like Sehun. I like when he touches me. Sure at first I wanted nothing to do with Sehun but now I don't mind Sehun. There are men far worse then Sehun. Men with no emotions. Men like Jimin, men like... Jin. I never wanna meet a man like Jin ever again. 

I want Sehun to be the only one touching me like this. I want Sehun to be the only man that makes love to me. 

"What are you thinking about?" Sehun says into my ear. 

"I was thinking, I only want you to touch me like this," I say honestly. That response pleases Sehun.

Sehun moves deep into me. He makes love to me until it's finally time to get ready for our date with Jimin.

I'm wearing a very nice outfit that Sehun has chosen out for me. Sehun is also dressed nice.

"Sehun? Why are we dressed so nice to just go see Jimin?" I ask while fondling my clothing around.