Your POV
 

“What?” I slightly shrieked since what the maid has just informed us was absurd. Sehun was just casually standing beside me with his hands in his pockets. He rolled his eyes before looking at the ground, lightly kicking the tip of his shoes on the ground. He seemed genuinely bored whereas, I was the total opposite. He was still in his black suit, except that his tie was loosened  and his hair was no longer standing proudly; instead it was all fluffy and tousled once again.

We were back at home after a driver had sent us from the church. Sehun had volunteered to drive me home but the driver persisted that he should send us back so as to ensure our safety and report to Mrs. Oh. Reason being Mrs. Oh had actually left overseas right after the wedding ended, when Sehun and I were busy sending the people who had attended the wedding off. So as to assure that we have the whole house to ourselves for our honeymoon, Mrs. Oh left to find Mr. Oh. She informed the maid to explain the whole situation to us only after we reached the house.

And here I am, totally stupefied by her terrifying actions.

“Come on, I’m hungry.” Sehun grunted as he brushed past me and made his way to the kitchen. The maid nodded at me before walking away to continue her work. The loud noises of cupboards caused me to tramped my way to the kitchen, just to find him opening and closing the various cupboards to get the utensils. I frowned when I realized that he was going to cook. Does he even know how?
 

“Didn’t know that you can cook,” I blurted out as he glanced at me, figuring out that I just entered the kitchen. He ignored my comment as he took out a pot. I rolled my eyes when he didn’t answer me. I caught him grinning to himself as he the stove, gently placing the pot in place. He then proceed to take a plastic that contained something out from the refrigerator as he lifted it, looking at me with a smile.

“Wanna help?” he asked as he tossed that bag of mysterious things onto the countertop. Instead of responding, I just walked over as I opened the bag, just to find fresh beansprouts in it. He’s making beansprout soup? My lips unconsciously started to curl into a small smile as it’s a new side of him that I haven’t seen before. He was being rather gentle and responsible.

“To be honest,” I said all of a sudden as I the tap to wash the beansprouts. He looked up from checking the temperature of the water in the pot upon hearing me, diverting his attention to me instead with a curious look. “I’m impressed,” I stated truthfully with that smile that couldn’t seem to leave my face as I continued to thoroughly wash the beansprouts.

“I know you are,” he said arrogantly with that smug grin, causing me to scoff at his high self-esteem. That bastard knows he’s perfect. I shrugged with that same smile and it seemed contagious since he started smiling too, whilst he was still adjusting the stove.

It didn’t take long after I was done with the beansprouts, throwing them into the pot of water as he continued to slice the other ingredients with the wooden board. I meticulously covered the lid as I peered over to see what he was doing. A mischievous idea crept into my mind before I snatched the blue apron that was hanging on one of the cupboard. I realized he was engrossed in doing what he was doing and seizing the opportunity, I put the apron over his head the opposite way since he was back-facing me. I giggled and chortled as he snapped his head at my direction when he realized what I was doing.

He couldn’t turn much since he was holding the knife and I continued to laugh wholeheartedly as my hands made their way around his waist to reach for the strings of the apron and tie it. “What are you doing?” he asked even though he knew I was playing a prank. He shrugged as he was still absorbed in making the beansprouts soup. And I was actually craving for his attention.

He looked ridiculous as he walked back and forth to put the ingredients that he had cut into the pot of water with the apron that was worn wrongly since it was at his back. He didn’t seemed to be bothered about it though as I hoisted myself up on the countertop to watch him.

He really did looked different as he was serious. It was a really rare chance for me to see him acting like this but maybe the reason for it was; he really was hungry. I eyed him as he took a sip from the spoon after the soup was done. He caught me staring at him as he returned it with a gesture for me to scoot over. I furrowed my eyebrows before jumping off the countertop and walking over to him. He moved the spoon closer for me to taste it as well but I hesitated since it was the same spoon that he had just used to taste it. He pushed it closer as I couldn’t help but to try it.

And I was really indeed, surprised by his cooking skills.

He waited for my reaction as I presented him a thumbs-up. He smirked before getting ready two bowls of the soup and placing them on the table in the kitchen. The maids came to help but he signalled for them to move away. I walked to the table, just to see him leaning against the table with his arms folded. He raised a brow as he pointed to the neat ribbon that I tied with the strings of the apron. I stifled a laugh.

“Mind taking this off?” he smirked, causing me to shook my head as I just shrugged with that playful smile and went to sit down on the seat. I continued to devour the wonderful soup that he had made. “You can do it yourself Sehun, you’re not a baby.” I just replied, not really bothered about it. He pulled the chair opposite of mine out from the table as he sat on it, narrowing his eyes on me after he had taken off the apron by himself.

“You’re still going to call me Sehun? I’m your husband already,”

I frowned at his statement, we locked eyes and I knew he was up to something that wasn’t good. And he was hinting that he doesn’t want to be called by his name. But just because we’re married doesn’t mean I was going to give him a cheesy nickname or some sort; I’m just not that type. “Why? Sehun’s fine,” I shrugged. He rolled his eyes before contemplating for a while.

“How bout Hun? I like that,” he stated.

“Sehun’s better,” I said flatly as he frowned even more when he realized I wasn’t really listening to him, earning a scowl from him. He figured out that it would be a waste of effort to continue so he ended up finishing his bowl of soup without any other words and leaving the kitchen before me. I grinned when I realized he was actually angry at such a tiny thing. Or maybe he was just pretending to be.

“Are you angry?” I asked with a teasing tone as I followed him to his room. He ignored my words as he took his spectacles (which he only wore without contacts even though his degree wasn’t that high) from his nightstand and put it on, laying on bed comfortably afterwards. I was flustered since I didn’t know where to stand so I ended up timidly sitting on the other side of his bed, looking at him.

“Sehun,” I called for him but he continued to look at his phone with his spectacles that would frequently slide down his nose bridge once in a while, but he would adjust it back to its original place with his index finger. “You’re not going to answer?” I asked, boring a hole through him with my stare. And indeed, he wasn’t looking up.

I moved closer to him before harshly taking his phone away from his grasp, causing him to be astonished for a moment before he sat up, trying to take back his phone. I sprinted away from him but around in his room as he tried to take it back. Thanks to my quick instincts, he wasn’t able to obtain his phone back. All of a sudden, I was forced to a dead end with the room door behind me. I was able to open and dart out of the room immediately, but I didn’t want to disturb the maids since they were probably sleeping and it was late at night.

I hid the phone behind me as I wasn’t planning to give it back to him only after he starts to speak to me. He was towering over me with his tall figure but I wasn’t feeling scared or afraid since I became used to his figure now. “Phone,” he simply muttered and I knew right then he was still angry at me. He had that habit of giving short ty answers if he was cranky. But nonetheless, I still decided to ask him, “Are you angry?” His dark orbs met mine and I couldn’t help but get lost in his gentle gaze.

“Yes, what are you going to do about it?” he asked with that solemn face, making me think that he was really furious about what actually happened just now. I was at first, surprised by his straightforward answer but I started to panic a little since it was the first time I see him acting like this but then, he’s Sehun afterall. I knew his motives for asking that question and acting all this this in the first place. He’s a playboy; a fact I’ll never get out from my head.

“What do you want me to do?”

He seemed slightly stunned by my question but his answer was more than expected of him.

“Firstly, return me my phone,” he said. I obediently obeyed his order as I passed him his phone, thinking that he was going to return to his bed to use it. However, he placed it on the table and walked back while I just stood rooted watching his every moves.

What does a playboy loves? Skinship.

“Satisfy me now,”

That’s all he said. The two-words statement, thinking I could figure out what he wanted like this. I could, and I already knew what he wanted. But I wasn’t going to give it to him that easily. “Bull,” I mumbled, about to leave the room when his hands instantly gripped onto my wrist, turning me around and I ended up being pushed to the door as my back felt the door. He was dangerously close and his face was just so near to mine. His eyes were filled with lust and there was a glint of mischief in them.

“I’m assuming you know what always happens the next few nights after a couple got married?” he said sarcastically, causing me to roll my eyes. That was just so expected of him. “Not really, you want to tell me?” I replied back in that same sarcastic tone, causing him to chuckle in amusement and it seemed as if he was enjoying this.

“I’ll be glad to show you,” he said.

But in reality, I couldn’t help but have this tiny bit of spark glowing in me when I heard his sentence. I knew exactly what he meant by it and I was secretly waiting for him to take the initiative. Ever since I fell in love with him, I just really dread for his touch. It was like as if I was casted under a spell by him, and I yearned for his lips and touch. It was magical and almost impossible. But maybe all this that I’m facing is just because of my hormones due to being young. I snapped back to reality when I felt his silk-like lips crashed against mine.

He smirked through the kiss because he was waiting for his moment as well; and I was aware of it. He deepened the kiss by tilting his head for a better angle. His hands were desperately roaming about my body until they intertwined together around my waist. My hands then went around his white slim neck as my fingers linked. I was pressed harder against the door as our kiss got even more passionate as time passes by. Our tongue would battle against each other for dominance but he would always win since he was rougher. My hands also crept into his dark locks as they would naturally tangle themselves in those soft locks.

It seemed as if the long-lasting kiss wasn’t enough since he would often hugged my body tighter, crashing both our bodies together. Our touches would also send sparks flying around as blood rushed to my cheeks. I could feel my heart beating incredibly fast and my stomach churned continuously, butterflies flying around at the same time.

He finally pulled away from the kiss, just to continue peppering kisses around my jaw and neck. Sometimes, I could feel his teeth on my skin but it actually felt blissful. Moans would escape from my mouth but then I gasped in surprise when he carried me to the bed.

“Sehun,” I whispered as he was too focused on what he was doing to hear me. He was hovering on top of me on bed as I realized we were in an absolutely dangerous situation and I have to stop this instant. He needed to control himself too. Before I knew it, he took off his shirt, revealing his nicely sculpted abs just to continue onto some sensitive spots on my neck. Then I remembered something; it might be the only way to stop him.

“Hun,” I softly called out and expectedly, he stopped and looked up to see me. My hands automatically cupped his face as I brought it closer to mine. “That’s enough for today,” I gave him another peck before leaving him astounded since I sat up and stood up from the bed. “Where are you going? You can sleep here in the bed,” he said, sort of irritated. Either because he got interrupted or maybe because I was actually planning to sleep on the couch.

I realized that he didn’t have a shirt on and his hair was tousled, making him look hotter than usual. My cheeks instantly flushed crimson red as I avoided his eyes. “We’re married anyways,” he retorted before getting off the bed just to pull me to his bed. He forced me to lay down as he settled down behind me, his arms draping over my waist. I could feel his chest pressed against my back and it was making it even more challenging to fall asleep.

“Good night babe,”