“I only ever wanted to feed them!”

“Well you failed!” I can’t believe this. The kid has rich parents, a high IQ and he still is this stupid?

“How so?!” Sehun wails. Oh I recognise that look. It’s the ‘did-you-just-accuse-me’ look.

“Because you threw a bloody great baguette at a duck’s head, and killed it basically!”

Oh great, my accented English is showing but I just can’t get used to Korean. Luckily for me Sehun’s English arse so he can’t understand me but why does this have to happen to me?
Kim Joonmyun, 28, single, master’s degree in psychology & thermalfysics and with a promising future-  ..was called over to South Korea to take care of an eighteen year old brat, Oh Sehun.

It was too much money to pass. Apparently his parents aren’t home, like at all. So, not trusting random strangers or his brother, they wanted the best a.k.a. me.

“What?”

“I said- ..argh never mind.”                                             

“No! tell me!” Sehun grabbed my arm, albeit a bit strongly for such a skinny walking stick. I should make sure he sees the sun more too, he’s just as pale as me. Which says a lot cause I don’t lose in paleness to anyone, snow white was nearly my official name.

“please stop yelling, sehun-ah.” I could so feel a headache coming up. In fact I always feel it coming up when I see sehun or his pink hair he dyed to match his brother Luhan. It did suit him though, I will not deny.

“Joonmyunnie~”

“Excuse you?”

“hmm?” he cocked his head like I would believe he isn’t a devious, evil, plotting satan-respawn. I know his true colours enough to know that he likes to be called cute and be doted on. In fact he loves it so much that he has a specific routine to get what he wants..Every ing time.

“oh my god, hyung was that the f word?”

Oh crap, I didn’t think that? Well, it’s not like I ruined him or anything. He’s the one ruining me!

“Don’t pretend like you’ve never heard it before, you use it all the time.”

“hmm.. maybe.” What? He’s stopping his act. Really? Usually he continues until I just give in due to annoyance. Hmph, all the better. Maybe I can actually get some work done this ti-

“But maybe we should do it instead of using it, no?”

“..what?”

“For such a smart person, you’re pretty stupid too, you know.” He cups my face and gives me one of his eating grins while raising an eyebrow. I know he is prompting me for a response but I’m still too in shock to register that the Oh Sehun just did that. To me.

“maybe I should show you.”

“no.”

“why not? You don’t know what you’re passing up.” He turns me around and back hugs me. Well, more like make sure that I can feel everything, damn you Oh Sehun. “I’ve been told my hips are legendary before.”

“Then let’s make sure, they stay legends. Non-existent.”

“I’m hurt” well, if he is actually putting effort into this.. I could use this to get his grades up. His parents said they’d give me a bonus if I manage to raise his grades. Hehe, thank you Sehun-ah.

“If you actually put effort in school, I’ll consider you.”

“Really?” He’s a bit sceptical seeing as this isn’t like me at all but what’s the worst that could happen? I’m a good ten years older than him, maybe a bit shorter than him but still.

“really.”

“Game on, Kim Joonmyun.” Another grin, god I hate them. I want to punch his face. Repeatedly. With a brick if possible. Wow, Never piss a British off.

“Try your best, Oh Sehun.”