Partners With The Badboy

Chapter 8

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It was early Saturday morning when Hannah woke up. She lifted her head from the floor and craned her neck, puzzled.

"Why am I on the floor?" She muttered. Then memories of what happened last night flooded her mind, making her cringe. "Ah, right." Hannah leaned back down on the floor and cupped her temples with her hands.

Suddenly, a large and dark figure appeared into her line of vision and plummeted down at her.

"Ow!" Hannah cried out, kicking and trying to shove the body off of her, "SEHUN!"

A loud laugh erupts from Sehun's lips. "Good morning to you too, sunshine."

"YOU'RE CRUSHING ME YOU BONY ALPACA."

"What do you have against alpacas?"

"GET OFFFFF!!!"

Sehun sloppily rolled over and off of Hannah's body. Hannah wheezed and sat up, rubbing her chest.

"Good God, it's too early for your idiocy," Hannah sighed.

Sehun smiled. "Ouch, I think that hurt as much as my elbow did when it hit your shoulder."

Hannah made a strangled sound and looked away, her face turning red. She couldn't help but think how HOT Sehun's morning voice sounded. It was so deep and gravely. Hannah peeked at Sehun again, observing how messy and adorable his hair was, how his puffy cheeks made him look like a chipmunk.

Hannah mentally kicked herself. "Stop it, Hannah Smith. You are NOT ogling over Oh Sehun, nuh-uh."

Sehun stood up and stretched, his white v-neck revealing his black and blue plaid boxers and v-line. Oh, yes. V-line.

Hannah's jaw dropped open. She shut her eyes and began to count to 10. "Stop it, stop it, stop it!"

When Hannah opened her eyes again, Sehun was smirking down at her in amusement. He offered her his hand, which she took graciously.

"Wanna get breakfast?" Sehun proposed, "It looks like your aunt's still not home." Sehun regretted his words as soon as he said them. Hannah's face had dropped instantly.

Hannah clicked her tongue and shrugged a shoulder. "Yeah," she sighed, "whatever." Hannah wrapped her arms around her body and hugged herself, desperate for comfort. Her heart ache so much.

Sehun's face softened and he placed an arm around Hannah's shoulders. "Oh, stop it. Please? You get me depressed when you're depressed."

Hannah laughed a little, slightly shifting away from Sehun. She wanted to be held...but not by him. Not now. And she wasn't sure why, because every other moment of the day, she longed for his touch.

Sehun seemed to understand, because he took a tiny step back. The same kind expression didn't change on his face, though, and Hannah was thankful for that.

"Okay, let's go," Hannah smiled at Sehun, "I'm starving."

Sehun laughed. He jerked his chin toward the stairs. "Can I take a quick shower first?"

It was Hannah's turn to laugh. She nodded, so Sehun ran off.

It didn't take Sehun that long to get ready, which was bad news for Hannah. She was still applying make-up and fixing her hair when Sehun had walked into her bedroom. He was wearing the same clothes from yesterday.

"You don't need make-up," Sehun frowned.

Hannah finished her last stroke of eyeliner and turned to face him. She smiled and replied, "Make-up is my armor."