Chapter 19

Ha Ra's pov

I feel sore. My insides feel too sore. My whole body feels too tired. I can feel my hair is messy and I smell something unusual around me.

I don't know how to describe it, but it is unusual. whether a pillow or mattress, It is definitely harder than a rock. It feels nice. My hands feel good caressing it. I trail it down, only to feel something like abs, harder and stronger than what I am lying on. Only then, did I open my eyes. What?!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" Is the only thing my mind and my mouth could think the moment I realize exactly what this hard rock is. It's like my whole body is shocked with thunder.

"What the hell is this?" I clamp my mouth with my hands. I look at myself, God! Again! I did one more thing I strongly promised myself I would never do.

I can't believe I did this. Of all people, why did it have to be another celebrity? I scratch my head in disbelief. Again, I look at him, a normal person would have woken up from my scream, so why hasn't he?

"Hey! Sehun Oppa!" I bite my lips the moment I call him that. How can this baby be Oppa? He definitely needs more care than I do. My eyes suddenly land on his face, his cute little innocent face. The same face that I bet showed its other side the moment its owner was screwing me. But then no! I cover my eyes with my hands. I can't think of him like this. I'm quite sure he does this all the time.

He is a superstar. A lot of people would more than like to be in his bed. So this, what I am seeing right now is part of his life. Having a girl or two for fun and then in the morning, everyone takes his or her own path. I mean, I've enjoyed it too, haven't I? Even though I don't remember, I know it felt good!

But then how can I forget something like this? I am quite sure since it was our first time doing it, he was a gentle shy little maknae. I wanted to know how that felt! Should we do it another time?

Even though part of me hurts, the answer is no! I may love to know how he made me feel but I will definitely not beg him to do it again. And in case he asks for it, I will play hard to get it. All this becomes harder because I feel so sore, wondering exactly how deep he went. Should I look at how big he is? No!

Get your shit together Ha Ra!

He is a superstar. An Exo member. Worse, the maknae. All the love and care, he is given. His fans are crazy. They might kill me if ever they find out I hooked up with one of their husbands. This is driving me nuts just like how my messy hair does.

This thinking won't get me any relief. What happened has already happened and I can't regret it right now. I get up from the bed. I take the sheet that was covering both of us and cover myself. I go to the bathroom and take a cold shower, the temperature could literally melt an iron.

In any way, a cold shower is important.

I get out of the shower after I'm done. Now I'm at the dressing side of the shower. What should I try this morning? His skin care lotions and jellies all smell good and manly, something that makes me wonder.

What if he woke up at that time? Going to the shower together, play as the cold water runs down our bodies. Then apply all these skin cares and him choosing my favourite big sized T-shirt that smells like him and his perfume? By the way, no one really knows the perfume he usually wears. I'm not sure if he wants to be unique or if he is just selfish.

After all those questions, I get out of the bathroom and close the door behind me. My eyes widen and bite my tongue accidentally as I try not to scream at what I'm seeing.

No wonder I feel this sore. Imagine it's sleeping right now and looks like that! I tilt my head elsewhere, at least before I start having these wild thoughts inside my head. Well, it is impossible not to have these thoughts, not after what I have just seen.

I take the sheets I was covering myself with and hover them over him. Now he looks like a baby Sehun that I know. But seriously is he really this tired or is he making pranks on me?

My stomach growls, I haven't been fair to it, have I? I only ate chips and two bottles of wine. I bet I worked all night and until now, 9 am is passing by without feeding it with anything.

I go to his wardrobe and look at his clothes, I take the biggest dark size shirt and wear it, without anything under. I mean, my clothes are still wet after washing them so I have no other choice since I can't wear his boxers that have extra materials for boys extra yet a very important part of their bodies. I repeat, that very important part!

I look at him, for more than 4 hours his body is just there lying like that is his death bed. Does he always get this tired? And is he tired because of the show or because of us? Or maybe both! Still, this is weird! Too weird!

My stomach growls. It has the right to growl. Its owner hasn't taken good care of it and she has no idea how to take care of it.

Chips during the day? Again? I go to the kitchen, straight to the fridge. Water, bear, bottles of ketchup, and some apples, which I take one and give a bite, literally nothing to satisfy my sad stomach. Chips are the only option here. I go to the cabinets and take one bag of it. I sit myself on the kitchen table when I hear a door opening. Turning around, I wish I never did.

"Good morning!" He waves his hands with a huge smile plastered on his face. "Well, you act like you didn't see me last night!" He looks at himself.

Coming to the sitting room with nothing on your body, seriously? Does he know how hot I feel right now? Some parts are even hotter than others, God! I cover my face with my hands.

"Or maybe you don't like what you see!" And those hot parts become hotter. Someone might think I am with a ten-month-old baby from how he speaks and reacts, then you look at him and get a completely different reaction especially now that he is bare and surprisingly I'm the one who feels shy.

He is just... too manly. The devil giving me all these thoughts becomes stronger and stronger. Now my chest is panting.

"I better go get myself dressed. At least before your eyes pop out of their socket," He shakes his head in disbelief. How I wish he would stand there the whole day like that. How I wish I could see that site every single morning of my remaining life. This site is breathless!

"What site?"

Did I say that loud? Oh, My GOD!