Staring at me and then the pizza for a second, he smiled up at me. “Does that mean you’re going to kiss me?” he asked, teasingly leaning forwards.

"So dirty..." I heard him judgingly mumble as he screwed up his face a little in digust. 

"Let's play a game after this," I suggested once I had swallowed that mouthful. The small smile on his face told me he was up for it.

“Ok!” I declared after polishing off the last bite of pizza. Sehun looked a little startled by my outburst. “Three questions each, sound fair?”

He raised an eyebrow slightly as if trying to work out my motives. He never would. I wondered if he was surprised by my choice of game; he had probably been expecting Scrabble.

“Fine. What are the limits?”

“Nothing gross. Nothing erted-"

“You’ve been spending too much time with Baekhyun…” he muttered to himself.

Ignoring him, I continued, “That should be all, right?”

Again, Sehun nodded. “Fine. I’ll start. Would you ever date one of the four of us?” I knew he was referring to himself and his three friends who we spent all our school time with.

I instantly wanted to sigh and suggest a change of game, but this seemed to be the only thing I could do to get any information out of him. Taping my finger on my chin, I thought about it. In all honesty it was highly unlikely that I would ever be dating any of them since, statistically speaking, I would probably become just like everyone else at my school and end up marrying someone either by my own business arrangement, or by my family's. Dating before that seemed a little pointless, just more pain later on. “I don’t think so,” I honestly replied.

Staring at me closely for a moment, he seemed to be trying to work out what I was thinking.

“My turn?” I asked to try to break the silence. He nodded, eyes still fixed on me. “What’s your father like?”

I heard a slight groan escape his lips as he muttered, “I should have known…”

If I hadn’t been so curious, I might have smirked at this reaction but I was very intrigued by this point. After all, I had been under the impression that Sehun’s father and Sehun were very close, his father being a family-orientated man and all.

“To be honest,” he began, carrying our plates over to the sink before filling it with warm soapy water. “I haven’t gotten on well with him for as long as I can remember. There’s a lot of things he did, and still does, that I hate. So I try to avoid him as much as possible. He has a short-temper, and he’s very greedy,” he glanced over at me, “you wouldn’t like him.”

This was so different from what I had been led to believe the family’s relationship was like. Would my father’s plan even work now?

“My turn now?” Sehun interrupted my train of thought.

“Hm? Yeah, your turn.”

Pushing his lips together for a moment, he looked thoughtful; a scary thing indeed. Whenever he was thoughtful, it always led to me being placed on the spot.

“Can I ask anything?”

“Is that your question?” I teased.

“No – no it’s not.”

“Well, ask your proper question then.”

I could hear him clicking his tongue as he thought about what he should ask. Maybe, just like me, he had a lot of questions. “I didn’t want to ask you this before because it seemed a little rude, but why were you home-schooled in the first place?”

Turning my gaze to the soapy water, I knew that the question he had asked now was not the one he had thought of originally. “My parents just wanted me home-schooled, but when my father moved abroad, he didn’t want me to get lonely.”

Something that had come to my attention a lot was the fact that Sehun always asked me a lot of questions about when I was younger. Impulsively, I fired at him, “Ok, my question. Why do you always ask me about when I was young? Are you just nosy or what?”

He looked a little uncomfortable by my question; now I was really, really curious. “Well…” he began a little awkwardly. “It’s just that you remind me a lot of someone I met when I was a kid. At first, I didn’t see it, but that night I walked you home from the restaurant, I kept thinking of this person. In all honesty, the feeling sort of comes and goes. Sometimes you seem like them, sometimes you don’t.”

So there was an actual reason for his questions. “Who is that person?”

“Is that your final question?”

“No!” I huffed, annoyed that he had caught me out in my own game.

“So it’s my turn then?”

I nodded. “Last