After scrubbing herself clean with Sehun’s body wash she rinsed herself and dried. She found a pair of plain boxers of Sehun’s, slipped them along with a white singlet and a black dress shirt of his that reached just above mid-thigh on her.    Now, she was saturated in Sehun’s scent, even her hair since she used his shampoo.   Her heart fluttered feeling his clothes wrap comfortably around her, though it was baggy on her, she appreciated his clothes.   She packed her dirty clothes into her school bag along with her torn school shirt Sehun had ripped. Her cheeks reddened at the memory, and she rapidly pushed her uniform shirt deeper into her bag. She zipped it up and slung it over her shoulder, heading downstairs.   Sehun’s gaze lifted from his bowl of soup smelling his mate’s scent. His wolf was pouncing in joy, salivating on her aroma. Sehun forced his eyes back onto the cold porridge sitting in his bowl as he poked his spoon on the gooey stuff.   Chaeyoung silently took the seat opposite of him, “You cooked this?”   Sehun bobbed his head, seeming uninterested. “Yeah.”   The porridge was warm against her tongue, the texture sticky and smooth. She couldn’t help but moan in delight. *Delicious.* After she swallowed, there was a stare boring her head in. “What?” She crinkled her brows at Sehun.   Sehun imitated her moan, “Do you usually do that?”   Chaeyoung flushed, “Stop it.”   Sehun cackled, “It wasn’t me who moaned.”   “It wasn’t a moan!” Chaeyoung protested.   “Sure it wasn’t” Sehun sarcastically said. “You were obviously crying.” He taunted mockingly.   Chaeyoung reached for her porridge and chucked it at Sehun. The food slipped down his stunned face, and into his shirt. *Crap.* Chaeyoung thought, slamming the bowl down, watching Sehun’s flick off the sultry clutter from his eyes and cheeks.    Sehun was less than amused because in one second, he was chasing the red-head.    Chaeyoung rushed into the lounge, circling around the table situated at the centre. “I didn’t mean to do that.”   Sehun remained stoic, spreading his arms like he would in a spar against an enemy.    He sprang towards his mate, over the table only to grasp on air as he landed on the couch. Chaeyoung had missed him by an inch as she tore up the stairs and into a random room. Unfortunately, Sehun utilised his wolf speed, catching her foot and pushing her back onto the bed.    Chaeyoung stiffened under him, her rigid breathing ca