I'm Arranged To Oh Sehun || EXO

Twenty - Three

Sae

I had just regained my consciousness when I was engulfed in warm arms, lifting me off the lumpy bed. I groaned from being awakened in that state, burying my head to a chuckling Sehun.

"Why are you still sleeping?" He humored, prompting his chin on my head as he cuddled me while I was on his lap, dozing off.

"Why are you not?"

He hummed,"It's 12 in the afternoon, you haven't had breakfast yet."

"Make me some?" I asked hopefully, my eyes still in brink of closing. Surprisingly enough, I was not as bothered for Sehun to see me like this. By that I meant, bird's nest hair, swollen face and do I have to mention the morning breath? 

This might be the first time Sehun had seen me in my just woke up look, a look I had promised myself not to curse him with but who the hell cares when everything's been spiraling down to disaster. Plus, I had to keep reminding myself that we are married. There are pros to it but he had to face the cons as well, morning state and all that. 

"You know I cook like shit," He stood up, leaving me squealing at the sudden action.

He definitely is strong.

Huh, I didn't know why I doubted his strength.

Suddenly, he threw my body on the bed, me bouncing off and landing in an uncompromising position. I huffed and parted my hair just in time to hear him boisterously laughing. 

"Asshole," I seethe, sitting up and gathering my hair to at least appease my monstrous looks in the morning. "The day had just started and you're already pissing me off."

He crossed his arms," You already wasted half the day, love by sleeping your ass off. Were you loving your dream about me so much you couldn't wake up?"

I rolled my eyes, sliding my way out of bed and standing in front of the tall jerk I call my husband. "Who said I was dreaming about you?"

His finger nudged my forehead," What were you dreaming about then?"

"Certainly, not you," I flicked his finger and went to the bathroom. "I can assure you that."

I closed the door on his amused face, stopping the wide grin gracing my features before mentally snapping myself out of my love- stricken feelings. 

Already causing a wreckage so early in the morning - err, afternoon, Oh Sehun. 

"Because you love me so much, care for some brunch made by me?" I heard him say from the other side of the door.

I grimaced, grabbing the hotel's complementaries to finally tame my horrid look in the morning. Sehun might be a member of the biggest boyband of this century but he certainly was not made for cooking. "No! Nibble on some chips, leave the cooking to me."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes when he arrogantly replied with," Better hurry then wife, this stomach ain't going to feed itself."

After the rather peaceful shower and again borrowing clothes from Sehun's suitcase, I found him sitting on the couch, his legs propped on the table. When he sensed my presence, he whipped his head at me to flash me a smile that could make every girl drop to their knees.

I mean, just look at him!

I eyed him warily, before going to the makeshift kitchen of this shitty hotel and found plastic bags on the counter filled with groceries. 

"Where did you find the time to buy these?" I called out to him, impressed while taking out the contents. 

He was competent - at times. Especially when he specifically bought a loaf of bread and other ingredients for making sandwiches. I swear, he's so ahead of me sometimes seeing as how I did not have a clue what to make out of this crappy excuse of a kitchen hotel in China. 

"When you were busy dreaming about me in your sleep."

"I told you, I wasn't dreaming about you."

"I can tell through your lie babe, don't be shy. I knew about your wet dreams about me-"

A pack of cheese flew across the room and hit him directly in his head, grinning when I heard him groan in agony. 

"Ow!" He took off his cap, picking up the ingredient and frowning. "What was that for?!"

"For being a perv," I snapped and he had the audacity to laugh at me as he stood up and made his way to me, the pack of cheese juggling in his hand. 

"Come on," He drawled, getting incredibly close to my face in a flash I held in a breath. "Don't say you don't like it."

I do like it. 

"O-Of course, I d-don't like it. It's weird," I stumbled through my words, the floor nabbing my attention. "Would you get out of my face?"

"Sure, you don't," He teased before stealing a peck on my lips then passed me the pack of cheese, chuckling when I clumsily catch it. "I like it with extra mayo, please."

I glared at him, and if I could, I'd glare at myself for blushing profusely. My face looked like a fire hydrant, the heat even getting up to my neck. His ways to make me blush and flustered never failed to amaze me.

I'm screwed.

Ignoring his egotistical face as he leaned on the couch, I began making his stupid sandwich and mine as well, making sure I had more ingredients than him. 

"Why were you awake so early anyway?" I asked through my annoyance. 

"Had some business to do," He answered nonchalantly. 

"What business is this exactly?" I turned to him, my eyebrows raised, practically saying don't give me bullshit answers. 

"Just business, someone I had to meet," He shrugged then stalked to me, grabbing the sandwich from the plate on the counter and taking a big bite. "It's done anyway, so you don't have to worry your pretty little head."

"That was my sandwich," I scorned and swatted his approaching hand that was about to pat my head. "It's done anyway, so mind telling me what it is?" I countered him.

"Geez, woman! These questions so early in the morning-"

"It's noon."

"Whatever," He then took another bite. "I told you, there's nothing to worry about."

I frowned, then sighing defeatedly, giving up on the subject. Whatever it is, I hoped it won't cause any trouble because I am done dealing with problems, I feel like some shitty fanfiction novel and I am in no mood to criticize. 

"Okay," I warily said, eyeing him. "I trust you."

"Yes, you should," Sehun nodded, satisfied. "Hey, I thought I told you extra mayo."

"That was mine!"