“But I don’t feel well…” Haemi snuggled into her mother’s arms in order to stall for this dreadful picnic. She purposely played sick, praying for her caretaker to cancel this trip with the family next door. For context, the pair recently moved here a few months ago, and her mother already took a special liking towards the father and son duo. 

“Honey, we can’t let our guests wait. Let’s go,” the woman forcefully pulled her daughter along, despite the protest. Once outside, her mother immediately let go of her hand to greet Sehun and his father. The little girl watched as she pulled Sehun into a warm embrace as if he were her own son.

“Mom..?” Haemi called out softly, but the woman had already gone off without her.

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“I am this close to losing it.”

The girl barely made out his words. Haemi could only hear the muffled sound of his voice, her vision becoming distorted. An awful taste began clawing at in the most uncomfortable way. Her stomach now contracted so violently as she clutched onto Sehun’s arms.

“Sehun I-“ she gagged. 

"No, don't!" The anxious writer placed a hand directly over . The horror flashed his eyes before Sehun could even analyze the situation. In the very next second, his editor emptied out the unwanted alcohol content all over his arms. And as reality struck him, Sehun could only close his eyes to accept the faith. 

The alarm clock went off to indicate another work day for Haemi, who barely survived last night’s drive home without vomiting whatever was left in her system. Fortunately, some of her colleagues were still sober enough to take the girl home after the party ended, with its main guest covered in Haemi’s byproduct as the highlight of their night. She let out a painful groan, forcing her hungover self out of bed despite a throbbing headache. It was rare for her to not get ready in the morning, but today was an exception. She figured throwing her tangled hair up into a bun will do just fine and with that, a chunky cardigan to complete the casual look.

Haemi rushed to work with 5 minutes left to spare, which meant she had just enough time to brew herself a cup of caffeine. It felt weird to greet her colleagues at the break room after the whole ordeal last night, though she couldn’t recall much of it. 

“Haemi…” a senior editor sighed, “You’re going to get an earful today from our boss.”

Before she could ask them to clarify, the memories of a very eventful night flooded right back at her. Every piece of it. Sehun, the nickname, and worst of all…the aftermath. Oh god, she wanted to bury her whole existence elsewhere at the moment. 

“Good luck….” her colleague whispered, escaping the scene in an instant once the man in charge stepped in.

“Miss Oh,” he emphasized. Haemi ducked her head, blurting out all sorts of apologies and excuses. It would be difficult for him to spare here again this time. In fact, she had already crossed him once after a few drinks at their previous company event. This won’t go well, she thought. 

“No no, not to me. You owe HUN that apology. I've already sent a gift basket over to his place. It is your job to make sure he accepts it. Do you understand?" Her boss sternly warned. With