e.x.o. the mafia - book II [DISCONTINUED FOR NOW]

•thirtieth•

thirty.

"YAH! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU TAKING ME?!" You yelled in a more powerful voice near his ear to make sure Sehun gets irritated,

and he actually did.

He gripped your wrist tighter and glared. "You just yelled at me, YOON. Y/N. SSI."

He might've said that in a formal way but it was sarcastic.

He fixed his collar, fuming in irritation. "Why do I even need to drop honorifics calling you? I am not a Mafia Member for nothing. I make my rules."

You ignored his remark and decided to play along. "Well, I apologize about my current attitude MIS. TER. OH., but you are practically dragging a poor employee who's having a hard time with broken heels. Why are you dragging a poor employee, MIS-TER-OH?"

"Because I want to." He rolled his eyes and proceeded on entering a safer way for anyone not to see you.

"Okay but atleast slow down." You calmly requested.

However, being himself, he quickened his pace that you almost can't keep up.

Actually, remove the 'almost'— because you can't keep up at all.

You couldn't take it anymore and snapped. "YAH OH SEHUN!"

He fortunately stopped, but his heavy breathings isn't a relief at all. He glared at you then suddenly pushed you in a wall. You grunted softly, unsure if you're back is hurting or your heel.

Sehun made sure to grasp on both your wrist and leaned close, forcing you to open your eyes and keep eye contact.

"Did you just disrespect me for the fifth time?" He whispered darkly, his eyes were somehow being blocked by his sweaty bangs.

You couldn't look away, nor react. There's no way you can even move by the way he secures your small frame.

You gulped thickly and shook your head. "I.. I didn't mean to."

Sehun's gaze went from your head to toe, making you a lot more uncomfortable. He made sure his stare will dig into your skin and he succeed. He won this game and he knows it; a sly smirk appeared when his eyes finally met yours.

You wanted to throw him a fit atleast this once for being a brat but luckily was able to hold yourself.

His eyes playfully looked around you. "We are outside my office."

"Oh really. Nice." You sarcastically replied.

Sehun distanced himself and stood infront his door. He looked at you who's aggresively dusting off every part of your body for some reasons. He released a victorious smirk but wipe it off and acted cool when you looked at him.

You, having the mutual feelings, wiped the irritated expression all over your face. "What do you need, Mis-ter-Oh. Why did you take me here, Mis-ter-Oh."

"I'm gonna get something. And I want you to wait here, outside." He basically shrugged you off and was about to enter his office but you quickly complained.

"What am I supposed to do here? Why do I even need to wait? Besides, I know you'll be giving me something for violating rules or whatever," You wiped the sweat on your forehead, stressed. "But can you atleast let me have a seat at your couch and make it a little more formal?"

"You're talking like a friend again, Y/N-ssi." Sehun scoffed.

His tall figure was halfway past the door when you made a thumping sound, seeming like you bump your head at the wall for imbalance from your broken heels.