Love Me Once. (Sehun FanFic.)

1.

I ducked my head low as I walked down the aisle. My uncle's arm linked with mine as he guided me toward the front. I gripped my flowers tightly and my feet were frozen. I could feel every pair of eyes on me as I coward in my white wedding dress.

"Hyun Ae, be confident." My uncle whispered to me as we were halfway there. Gathering enough courage, I looked up and I saw him. His mouth was slightly gaped open and he was in daze. The groomsmen stared at me in disbelief. 

Sehun caught my gaze and he quickly looked away. I blushed and smiled to myself. 

The whole week of little speaking, little eye contact, and little interaction lead up to today. We planned on the wedding separately because we did not want to see each other. Today was our second time in the same room as each other. 

Waltzing up, I stood in face-to-face to him. He still didn't contribute to eye contact. Today was our wedding day and he can't even look me in the eye? Being fed up, my thumb lightly touched his chin and lifted his head. The crowd was in awe. 

This was the first time I've noticed his features, which were rough and manly. His head shape was defined and his eye brows were arched perfectly. His eyes were sharp and he had pouty lips, which made him a mixture of manly and cute. His jawline was tense so I let my hand fall back by my side.

Suddenly, his right hand quickly caught mine. I widened my eyes a little from shock and his grip became tight before he finally let go. 

The pastor cleared his throat, "Are you two lovebirds done with your endless skinship?" 

Blushing, I ducked down.

"Wait, one more thing." Sehun said. And his thumb came in my bottom view and he carefully lifted my chin, mimicking my previous action. "Now you may start." 

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"Couple dance! Couple dance!" The crowd cheered as the dance floor cleared. I had changed into a shorter white dress for easy access. Sehun and I have been avoiding each other ever since the ceremony. Sehun was pushed into the empty dance floor and a spotlight shined above him. 

I wanted to disappear at that very moment. I tried to hide myself in the mob of people as I saw Sehun block out the blinding light with his forearm. 

"Hyun Ae, go!" Someone behind me pushed me forward and I stumbled onto the dance floor. My heels clicked against the flooring and I faced him again.

A slow song came on and his hand traveled at my side. My hand awkwardly wrapping around his neck. The position was very very uncomfortable. The space between us was big enough to fit another person. 

 "Sehun-"

"Hm?"

"I'm actually unsure whether you like or hate me." My heart beat lightly, anticipating for his answer.

With a sudden movement, he pulled me closer. My hand landed on his chest, stopping the impact of my face and his body. His hand traveled closer to the small of my back. He leaned down and whispered against my ear, "I can't stand you." 

"Then why are you so touchy all of a sudden?" I turned my face away. 

"Isn't it all for show, isn't that what you've been doing this whole day? Didn't we say we were pretending? So there, that's exactly what I'm doing." Sehun spoke softly into my ear and I was choked up.

"You can't keep this up for long, neither of us are capable of not growing feelings for each other." I said unshamefully, expression tight.

"Then I'll show you exactly what I'm capable of." His grip was tighter on my waist and I was petrified of him. 

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 The banquet was coming to an end and before we left for our honeymoon, we had to have a 'last drink.' This was to close the ceremony. My mother gracefully got up from her seat.

"It's okay, mother-in-law. I'll go pour us the drinks." Sehun politely stood up but my mother stopped him.

"Please, let me at least do this for you two." She smiled kindly and he let her. I watched as she watched towards the champagne bottles. Her hand casually slipped into her purse and she pulled out a white round pill. Dropping it into one of the wine glasses, she quickly poured the sparkling yellow liquid. The pill dissolved quickly and she held one glass in each hand. "Here's to you, may you two live a happy marriage." She smiled sweetly.

Sehun picked up the wine glass and my mom sat in her place next to me. "Mother, what did you put in his drink?" I whispered to her as I lifted the drink to my lips.

"Just a little something to get his hormones flowing. Don't worry, you'll thank me later tonight." She winked.

I nearly spit out my champagne, "You drugged him? Why?" 

"I want grandchildren." She shrugged and wrapped her jacket around her tiny body.

"Mother.." I eyed her. Taking my hand, she carefully placed a crunched up baggie with two pills identical to the one she put in Sehun's drink. "Why are you giving it to me?"

"Just in case it wears off during the plane ride." 

I blinked blankly at her, "Bu-"

"Have fun and don't use protection!" She smiled happily and patted my shoulder. 

Turning over to Sehun, I saw he finished his glass. "Are you ready to go? Our flight leaves in like half an hour." 

Biting my lip nervously, I nodded and grabbed my things. Walking out of the reception hall, everyone waited outside in front of a limousine with the words 'We Got Married' painted on the back window. Sighing, I bowed to our guest before getting in. 

"Thank you all for coming, have a safe drive back!" Sehun shouted and waved goodbye. What a people's pleaser. 

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The ride to the airport was more uncomfortable than the couple dance. We had to change while closing our eyes. The trip was literally all, "I don't even want to see you naked." or "You're not even tempting." 

But it was worth it because I was finally out of my heels and dress and into sweats and sneakers. Sehun, on the other hand, changed into another black suit.

"What? Are you going on a business meeting or something?" I crossed my arms. 

"This is how I normally dress." He rolled his eyes as the limo pulled up at the airport.

I scoffed, "You've got to be kidding me."

"Kid all you want. Help with the luggage, preferably your's." He spat and climbed out of the car, me following after him.

Slamming the door, I grabbed my suitcase from the trunk. "Can you stop being so rude to me?" 

"What do you mean, my darling?" His words twisted with sarcasm.

"You've been speaking to me informally this whole day." I groaned and walked on the curb.

He closed the trunk and thanked the driver before glaring at me. "I don't have to speak formally to you. You're not my senior, you're my dongsaeng. Besides, I've always wanted to speak informally to someone." 

"I like guys who speak formally to me." I leaned against my luggage. 

"Well then I guess it's a win win for the both of us." He smirked and walked inside.

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