Chapter 21

The cafe was nice. The ice cream was exquisite like a fine piece of jewellery. Vanilla and chocolate mixed together will always be my favourite choice, especially dark chocolate.

Dark and white mixed together, reminds me of the black white couples. I've always loved mulattoes. They are living proof that black and white races can coexist and together can bring the world to a better place.

"Aaah!'' There he is about to go with his hands crossed on his chest and his mouth and eyes in the air, "I thought we were the only ones around but it seems like we came with another person that I failed to notice!" He looks at me.

"And who is the third person?"

He raises his shoulders, " I don't know, you tell me. What were you thinking about when you were looking at this innocent chair beside us so seriously? This is why I miss my hyungs. They always scold me but they will never allow me to feel lonely. Ahh!" He cries, "I miss them."

"Then how about we create the fourth person and imagine one of your brothers is here?" My smirk screams danger.

"Hey!" Now he is frightened.

"Fair?"

"Can't you just say something like, ' No need to call your brother, I'm here now.' I don't even know what kind of bomb you might drop in the next couple of minutes." He frowns, his eyes wandering outside the glass window.

The very last sentence hits differently. My chest pants differently. What did he mean by that and why? He is a celebrity. Why would my moods matter to him?

"Here's your order," I didn't even notice the waitress until she made a sound.

"Thanks," Now that the food is here. My stomach doesn't feel like receiving anything.

"Aren't you going to eat your food?" Sehun asks.

"Well..." speechless even over this, "I guess I have to," I take the knife and fork and dig into the omelette. The rest of the time is spent listening to the sound of music from the counter and imagining the sound of the ocean as we see it waving to us. For the first time, I am not hungry after being too hungry.

I am not sure if the theme of the day would fit what we were doing right now. Walking along the ocean with our lips sealed, I am not really sure of the reason why that one sentence has made this much impact. It's like it has made my mind completely blank.

"I think I have given you enough time to think," He sighs. Finally, someone has opened his mouth.

"Think of what?"

"I should ask you that. Why did you start thinking hard when I told you what I did?"

"Well..." Exactly, why? "I don't know, Sehun,"

"Is it bad for me to love what we had or have?"

"What do we have?" I am so confused.

"I don't know. All I know is all this makes me feel good." I wish It'd be safe to say that it didn't send butterflies in my stomach, but I'd be lying to myself. What I don't know is whether lying to him would be possible. Me and my fetish for celebrities. Jehovah be with me!

"Well, I am not sure about what I feel when I'm with you. I mean," I sigh as I turn around to look at him, " I'm not even sure if I've closed the last chapter of my life,"

"Then answer me this," His hands suddenly push my soft weak figure against his strong, firm mountain of a man. My blood purse raises as the pounding of my chest does. My eyes widen when my brain registers the head screaming to get outside its pants, against me, " How do you feel now?"

How do I feel now? How am I supposed to tell him what I am feeling right now? There aren't just butterflies inside my stomach, the whole damn zoo is in it and every being is acting like an insane maniac. So how am I supposed to tell this hot man, hard in every way that I feel like this? That either he is my remedy or the next mistake?

"Can we go home now?" And can we drop the topic? I really do not want to think about it and I don't know If I will ever be ready to do so. We head to where his top open fancy little car is and hop inside. Along the way, he turns on the music system and Monster x's Newton plays. Looking at him, he shakes his head at the rhythm of the song.

"So you listen to other songs than yours?"

"The truth is I hardly listen to my own songs," He shouts. Interesting.

"fruit boda deo fruity

beautiful and pretty

binti bodaneun gwiti"

And I thought he was the rapper of the group. Well, he is but my ears are confusing my brain. Oh, I forgot. Exo members are vocal kings.

"What, you don't like it?'' his eyes are still locked on the road. I just shake my head and he nods. How wide his eyes can see and how dangerous for me that my eyes enjoy him more than my ears.

We reach home around The stars were not that bright yet. "You can warm up the pizza if you get hungry," He announces. The house was clean and too organized. I guess someone was hired to clear his mess.

"And change into this, it's long enough." I would say that shirt is big for a small person like me. I go to the toilet that's on the further side of the living room and changes there. Getting outside, I suddenly feel hot.

"Do you want to watch a movie with me?" Now hotter than the summer itself. I close my eyes the moment I see him. Like what the hell now? Is he trying to bring hell on earth for me?

"What?"

"Seriously?" My hands on my waist, "Shirtless and that kind of shorts?" Dark knee-length shorts that are already showing what you inherited from Daddy?

"Come on," He rolls his eyes, "You've seen worse you know. Even before me, you saw worse than this and I bet you couldn't wait to be on top of it!" How I wish I could clamp his lips with my hands. But he is far, so I clamp mine.

"Come on, let's watch a movie. This one specifically is even more enjoyable when sharing the pleasure with someone," He winks.

He takes my hand and sits me on the floor against the couch. Wait, he is shirtless and now he wants to watch a movie that can't be enjoyed when you are alone? Is this hell on earth already, waiting to swallow my excited insides?

The movie is played and my eyes become smaller when I see Tom and Jerry. Old is gold. No one ever really gets tired of these cartoons. Or is it just me?"

"As I said, this needs at least two people two feel fun,'' he places his hand on my shoulder, his body next to mine as we both lie against the sofa. In minutes, my stomach was basically burning like I'd done a plank for five minutes straight while my eyes are watery from crying.

Sehun is kissing the floor from laughter. The forty minutes of watching these two were not only fun but also torturous. I was still laughing when he was searching for another animation to watch. He finally decides to put on Encanto.

"Why animation though?" I ask. There I was, my heart pounding on what movie he would want us to watch and now that it's not what I expected I still wonder. But still, men don't like much of animations like these much. It's not like I like danger, right?

"I was scrolling some Instagram today and found a picture of a couple watching cartoons as their date."

"Do you like them? These animations?"

"Not as much as I like action movies but they are definitely a better choice than action movies,"

" You know this isn't a date though,''

" I was still gonna watch it with a woman,"

"Sehun,"

"Mhh?" His eyes are still locked on the TV. I tilt my head in his direction.

"What if I told you I don't remember what happened?"

"Then you definitely remember how sore you felt," He says without hesitation.

"What if I ask you to make me remember it?" He nods as if he agrees with it, only then, "Wait, what?'' He frowns in confusion, probably asking himself if this is really me. My curiosity won over my pride.

"What If I told you I want you to make me feel sore again?" This time, it is not the mind and body that are drunk but my soul