Oh Sehun.

He had played with woman for years, he had broke countless hearts, and he probably had slept with hundreds of them already? Receiving a slap was a usual for him, he didn’t even budge. ( Why would he ayways? He deserve one.) Call him jerk, because he’s one. Call him crazy, because he’s one. Call him stupid, well he’s one. Why would he care what the others said about him anyway? It was his life, he had his own choices and he had his ways. And he had chosen to live the way he is now, being free.

“Where’s my kiss?”

And his girl had stood there beside his car, remained in silence with her expressionless face. “Bbom?” He called for her name, snaped the lady from her deep thought. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” She replied with an awkward smile. “Nothing.” Sehun finally replied, not wanting the usual kiss that they had shared before he started the race. The lady nodded her head understandingly as an arm flung over her shoulder, causing her to jerked his head in surprise. Sehun’s bestfriend was now standing beside her – with his arm still on her and a smirk in his face.

“Hand’s off, Lu.”

“Wow, were you being a little protective, Hun?”

“She’s still my girl.”

Still – the word