#game two

You swallow thickly when you see Sehun emerge from the ocean like a damn swimsuit model; casually running both hands through his hair and brushing his hair back and you swear the scene happens in slow motion. You hear the whispers of some of your fellow female co-workers as he gets closer.

You hate him and how good he looks and it shows on your face because you cannot help but glare at him. He barely glances in your direction but he can feel your eyes on him as he walks past and grabs his towel from his spot behind you. Your lip curls as you hear him chuckle, “you know that if you want to go for a swim, we can go together.”

You scoff, “why would I ever want to go swimming with you?” You don’t give him any attention other than talking to him.

Sehun shrugs, coming to stand behind you which you notice because the same co-workers who were whispering about Sehun are now looking incredulously at you. A droplet of water from his hair falls on your shoulder and you sigh, wiping it off you.

“I’m sorry, Sehun but unlike those girls whose hearts you enjoy breaking, I’m not that stupid.” He bends down, hands resting on your shoulders and wet hair brushing against your neck.

He smirks when he feels you tense up to his touch, “don’t think that you once weren’t one of those girls, Y/N.” You shake his touch off you, turning your head up and give him the coldest glare you can muster. “You were just one who knew when to give up.” You pretend to gag, disgusted that he even brought that up.

Not wanting to deal with him anymore, you stand up abruptly, wiping the sand off your thighs and walk towards the ocean to get away from him. People stare at you as you leave, partly because you look extremely pissed off and also because there is a deep red blush on your cheeks.