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BAP- Stop It

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The sun shone through the window and rudely slapped Sehun in the face. In agitation, he yanked the drapes shut and buried his face in the pillow. *It’s Saturday. No school. Must sleep.*

“Sehun-ah! Oh Sehun!” Mrs. Oh called.

*Why the heck is she calling for me? It’s Saturday! I want to sleep in!* Sehun growled into the pillow and ignored his mother’s call.

“Oh Sehun! Come down for breakfast!” Mrs. Oh shouted. “Don’t make me come up there!”

Sehun sighed and peeled his eyes open. It was eight in the freaking morning. He had no clue why his mother was waking him so early. She knew he liked to sleep in on the weekends. They were his only opportunity to do so.

“OH SEHUN! GET DOWN HERE IMMEDIATELY!” Mrs. Oh yelled.

“I’m coming!” Sehun called back. Groggily, he forced himself out of bed. With an exhausted sigh, Sehun grabbed his shirt off his chair and slipped it over his eyes. He opened the door and glanced back wistfully at his warm, cozy bed. *I’ll be back soon. Why the heck did this woman wake me up at such an ungodly hour?* Shaking his head, he left his bedroom.

Sehun rubbed his sleepy eyes. He was only half-awake.

At that moment, he heard footsteps coming up the stairway and halted.

Maybe it was his mother coming to pour her wrath on him for not coming down the first time she called his name.

Sehun opened his eyes fully and tried to make an excuse. However, he choked on his own words and gawked at the gorgeous girl jogging his way. He was wide awake now. *Shoot! I forgot Yoonhee noona is living here now!*

Yoonhee had gone on a brisk morning jog. She was wearing a y black-and-red sporty outfit that showed off her slender tummy, and he could see how toned and taut her legs were through her tight black pants. He couldn’t help but stare at her as she ran up the stairs. Yoonhee lifted her chin and smiled when she saw him. “Good morning Sehun!” She took her cap off her head and fanned her face glistening with sweat. “Did Korea always have such a nice weather? The weather is lovely outside, and it’s perfect for running. You should come with me sometimes.” Yoonhee winked and nudged his side.

His ears turned red as he avoided her gaze.

“Yoonhee! Come down for breakfast, too~” Mrs. Oh called.

“I’ll be there after I take a quick shower, ahjumma!” She called back.

At the word ‘shower’, Sehun turned beet red. He couldn’t help but imagine how her goddess-like body would look like underneath the water. He shook his image to get the obscene image out of his head.

“I’ll see you later.” Yoonhee tapped his shoulder and brushed past him.

Sehun heard her door close and turned back. Then he quickly jogged downstairs and darted into the kitchen. “Mom!”

“Finally you come down.” Mrs. Oh placed pancakes on the dish.

“Did you know noona went on a jog this morning?” *Half-?* Sehun asked.

“Hmm? Oh, yes. She woke up before I did. Such an outgoing girl.” Mrs. Oh admiringly beamed. She walked past him and put the plates of pancakes on the table. Sehun sat at the table and blankly stared ahead of him as Mrs. Oh cooked bacon and sausages.

“Where’s dad?” He asked. “You know your father leaves the house before dawn.” She hummed.

Mrs. Oh came back with a plate full of bacon and sausages. She placed the orange juice on the table and set the glasses. “Where is Yoonhee? The food is getting cold.” Mrs. Oh stated.

*Taking a hot shower. What the hell am I thinking?! Get your mind out of the gutter, Oh Sehun!* Sehun tortured himself and messed up his hair.

“Goodness. What’s wrong with you?” Mrs. Oh blinked.

*I’m living under a roof with a goddess I cannot touch, and I keep thinking wrong things about this temptress. What can be more wrong than that?* Sehun miserably thought.

Mrs. Oh clucked her tongue, looked up, and beamed. “Oh! Yoonhee!”

*!* Sehun held up the fork, peered into the hazy reflection, and tried to take the eye boogers off his eyes.

Yoonhee passed by, and he quickly put the fork down with a clear of his throat.

“Good morning, ahjumma! Oh my! Look at all the scrumptious food!” She chuckled.

“I thought you would miss home food, so I made breakfast American style.” Mrs. Oh giggled.

*So lame.* Sehun rolled his eyes.

Yoonhee laughed and hugged her. “Thank you for the effort, ahjumma, but you can make Korean food! I missed it so much in America.”

“Your mother didn’t make Korean food?” Mrs. Oh asked, surprised. “She did when she cooked, but she really busy with her gallery, so we always had fast food, or I made really simple food like sandwiches or ramen. Teach me how to cook, ahjumma~ My mom said no one could match your cooking skills.” Yoonhee beamed.

Mrs. Oh shook her head, but Sehun could see that the complime