Make Him Kneel

Chapter 3

As the CEO of a million dollar company, Sehun is a busy man. He was hard to love and wasn't even expecting anyone to let him felt being love.

But Haejin wordlessly show him that someone could love him without even receiving anything from him. He would think that it wasn't an act of love, but it was more of a duty and responsibility she felt for him.

Haejin would prepares his meal each time, and sometime she would even ask his driver to personally deliver his lunchbox over at the office. And his teatime is even more interesting since she would sometimes prepare for him baked goods.

His house felt warm and lively. Those empty cupboard were now filled with healthy foods and dry ingredients. Dull curtains is
replaced with calm blue hue colors. Every inch of the house screams a present of a girl, lady and a wife to him.

With even realizing it he was starting to accept her in his life, but not yet as a wife or even as a lover.

All these little things is build up some kind of warm feelings in his heart. Like sometimes when he goes outstation, she would text him simple reminder of eating on time, or have a good sleep and rest well.

There's even that time when he would silently bouncing on the ball of his feet waiting for her lunch delivery.

He felt warm all over at the thought that someone actually pays attention to him. Someone who cares even when he himself doesn't.

She enters his heart without the owner even realizing it.

It was late that night. A meeting with the investor took so much time in persuasion amd agreement with a little bit too much celebration at the end of the day.

Sehun downs glass and glass of whiskey. Anything that is serves before him will be dunk into his stomach. He was beyond happy, an investor, a million projects and a celebration.

After 2 hours of partying in the club, he finally think he had enough. His driver had to literally drag his ass into the car to drive him home. Oh Sehun is wasted.

Luckily for the driver, he doesn't need to drag Sehun up into his house. When he ring the doorbell, Haejin opened the door.

It was clear to him that the girl had just fallen asleep. And he believes that she was waiting for him. He wordlessly pass the almost unconscious full grown man to the small girl. Offering help when he sees that she was struggling, but she refuse him politely.

Haejin had to support almost all of his weight on her small shoulder. They reach the end of the staircase but she look over to the man.

It was too dangerous. She could barely stand up straight and Sehun can barely stays on his foot. So she opted for another way.

She grunts softly as she adjust his weight by her shoulder. His arm drapes over her frame. She holds him by his waist. Sehun is almost towering over her, swaying at his own mass.

His breath tickling her nape. It stink with beers and whiskey, but the warmth of his breath still cause a blush to rise on her cheeks.

Haejin succeeded in dragging his ass into her room, as she drops him on her small bed. His tall figure causing his feet to danggle at the side of the bed. She brings them up. Pulling his shoes off his feet before untying his tie and undoing few buttons on the top. Thankfully he had already peeled of his blazer.

Oh Sehun on her small bed with his feet at the very end of the bed, she sighed softly. The wife covered him with her blankets while she pulls another set of smaller one for her.

Kim Haejin lies on the cold floor as she lets him takes her bed.

Sehun pressed his eyes tight, he could feel his headache coming even way before he opens his eyes. He pressed his palm by his forehead.

The bed feels different, the sheet wasn't the satin he had in his room, he could touch the sides of the bed at the end of his other hand. And most importantly, the room doesn't have his smell.

It smells like vanilla and a tinge of citrus, it was familiar but foreign at the same time.

It was his first time being in her room, but he noticed it immediately. A photo wall of his wedding and few other selcas of a girl give him the hint. He feel like a major jerk at the same time.

His wife is curled by at the side of the wall, laying by her side covered in small blanket.
Her head is only resting on her small palms brought together.

A suffocating feelings spread in his chest and it worsen his headache. He only grunt as he pull himself up.

The girl is still in deep sleep. Sehun squats down near the body.

With even realizing it, his finger is ghosting by her skin. Not touching but barely distanced.

"Why would you stay with a man who doesn't sees you as a wife? Why wouldn't you whines for my attention? Why didn't you throw tantrums and sulk for my money?"

She flinch when his finger touches the corner of her lips.

"Why did you stay?" He said before he left the girl. Silently escaping the small room he had left her imprisoned.

She wakes up to an empty room, bed still messy from being occupied last night. She remembers hearing his voice like he is talking to her.

Haejin laughed to herself. "You barely talked to your own husband and now you are imagining his voice in you sleep."

She mocked herself as she scoffed. But she remember his voice asking her why did she stay? So why did I stay?

Maybe it was responsibility. A mere duty?

She shakes her thoughts away.

Sehun may be a man with little words, but the stories of his good deeds spread life across the massive city of South Korea.

Oh Sehun. The first she met him, he had his wall up high. His cold and rude exterior makes him so easy to predict on the outside. But she wants to know more.

The raw side of him. Oh Sehun behind those walls he build. She believes, he was hiding his small fragile child-like self behind those cold exterior.