Finally, I found myself staring at the door that would lead me to his room. My breath fastened as I twisted the doorknob, wondering what kind of face that I would see. Did he look anywhere near Lee Minho? David Henney? Mrs. Arrington had brown hair and brown eyes, so he must had the same features.

When I stepped inside the room, I found myself in awe at the display at so many gadgets. A forty inch TV on the wall. An expensive rug with the shape of a tiger. There were posters everywhere: bands, moves, although a lot of them were about noir movies. The table was almost free from books, but I saw a lot of Apple products that I was sure he could open his own mini Apple store.

I placed my tray on the bedside table. The sight of his Apple products piqued my interest more than the sight of the owner. Besides, the boy sounded that he was still sleeping, the steady breath and the soft snore proved that.

Carefully, I tiptoed to the aluminum table. Beside the table, there was a huge stereo with humongous speakers. The whole mansion may announce ‘old money’, but this room was very modern it may look like it was an electronic store.

On the table, a lot of cellphones were sprawled. There were every generation of iPhones and androids and iPads, even the newest one.

And then, I saw one cellphone that looked eerily familiar.

An iPhone 5s that had a crack on its screen.

I didn’t dare to touch his things, so I only stared long and hard at the cellphone. I felt like I had seen this kind of crack before, the webbed lines looked familiar.

And then, beside the phone, there were a pile of crumpled twos and fives.

I never forgot the shape of my money, no matter how bad. When my wallet was filled with money, I always took time to memorize the shape they were and how much there was in it.

This money, this money had been mine.

With aghast horror, I turned around to the sleeping boy. And then, slowly, I approached him.

“Mmm,” he moaned a bit and I almost jumped.

, , .

Even his voice sounded familiar.

I couldn’t control my breath anymore, and they became erratic. I had to close my nose to prevent the sound of my breathing from becoming too loud. The boy was covered in white duvet, but I could see a tuft of his brown hair.

I took a step closer, and then I stopped.

I stared at his face for one second. Two second. Three. After fully realizing who this boy was, I slowly tiptoed my way out of the room.

It took me all of my willpower to not just scream in place.

The Arrington son, the snake boy who had made thirty maids got fired. The sweet boy who could render Soojung’s knees into jelly. The boy who had enticed so many girls to apply to be his maid.

The Arrington son was my arch enemy.

Oh freaking Sehun.

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A/N: (This might be one of my first attempt to make a humorous story. My friends often comment that I have a great sense of humor so don't worry, this won't be that bad.)

Hello there, beautiful people. This is my first fanfiction and I hope you guys will go easy on me. This story is about the YulHun (YurixSehun) couple; I know for a fact that they are not the 'it' OTP but I decided to write a story about them anyway. Yuri is my ultimate bias, whereas Sehun's my ultimate male bias. Oh and btw, the 'Arrington' surname was just to add in the fancy title of Sehun's background, his name in this story will still be his original name (Oh Sehun, in case you forgot). I wanted a Korean surname but I couldn't seem to find one that fits my liking, so I chose to stick with my first choice; Arrington. Sounds fancy, classy yet sassy. Hahaha, haha, ha. If you're looking forward on the first chapter, please upvote as it makes me feel extremely motivated to write more and update faster. Thank you! :D