Fanfiction (K Addition) [RATED M]

Oh, Noona- Chapter 1: Brother of Mine

“Ah, come on Sehun, introduce me to some people! I don’t want to be all alone on my first day!” you prodded at your younger “brother”, giving the sweetest puppy eyes you could. “God knows you must be popular with that face,” you muttered.

“What?” he snapped, clearly confused by your switch in languages.

“Oh, nothing,” you said sweetly. His lip curled.

“If that’s so, then you could bug off? I don’t want you hanging around me,” he snarled. You made a tsking sound with your tongue.

“Oh, come on Sehunnie, wouldn’t the other boys just fall to your feet in jealousy seeing you have such a pretty new noona,” you cooed. He stopped dead, turning on his heels to face you.

“Let me get some straight, Tamzan. You are not my noona,” he growled. Your eyebrows shot up in mock surprise.

“Oh, feisty,” you purred. He narrowed his eyes.

“And if anything, they’d only laugh in pity out of how ugly of a “new noona” I’d gotten,” he scoffed. You bit the tip of your pointer finger with a grin, unable to keep from chuckling.

“You’re a firecracker, Oh Sehun,” you drawled. He scoffed, expelling a quick breath of air through his nose.

“I’m an atomic bomb, Noona. If I were you I’d be careful of how close you stand,” he rolled out in a warning. With that he spun forward again and started walking to his class.

“Good thing I like science baby, because hot damn,” you murmured, biting down on your lip.

~*Brother of Mine*~

You wandered over to the main office at some point and picked up your new schedule, charming the office woman all the while. With another one of your infamously sweet smiles you started wandering off to your new class.

Finally you reached the classroom listed on your schedule and map, First Period English with Ms. Richert. You couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief at how Americanized the school was- and that your first class was with a native English speaking teacher that guaranteed an A because, well, you spoke English.

You took a deep breath and opened the door, peeking in before walking all the way in. The teacher, Ms. Richert, noticed you and waved you in.

“Ah, you must be Tamzan, our new student! Come, introduce yourself!” she said in English.You couldn’t help but smile, feeling slightly more at home. You walked up to the teaching podium she taught at and bowed to her.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you ma’am,” you said. She grinned.

“Oh, call me Ms. R,” she laughed. Turning to the class she addressed them.

“Class, this is our new student,” she spoke, then turned to you, cueing you to introduce yourself.

“Hello! My name is Tamzan Heith, or actually, I guess it’s Heith-Oh now,” you explained. You heard a few quiet gasps and a distinct choking sound. Your eyes followed the noise only to fall on a pair of eyes you were rather amused and pleased to see.

Oh Sehun your new little brother was staring back at you in utter horror. You almost wanted to cackle but you contained yourself.

“Sorry I’m so late and had to interrupt your class, everyone. My little brother Sehun abandoned me in the hallways,” you accused lightly with a laugh. On the inside you really did cackle, like an evil queen. Sehun’s expression only grew more horrified and then he turned a brilliant pink, and ducked his head. He was embarrassed! You had to bite your lip to contain your laughter.

“Alright, Tamzan, you can take a seat right.. over.. there!” she decided, pointing to a seat. Your eyes followed her figure you almost had to excuse yourself for the utter delight. She had decided to seat you right next to Sehun. You jovially strutted down the aisle and plopped yourself down right next to Sehun.

You slipped your bag off and planted your chin in your hand, staring directly at him. A smile doned your lips and your eyes crinkled in joy. Sehun was doing his absolute best to ignore you, head forward, eyes centered at the front, and posture frozen stiff, much like his current blank facial expression.

“He~y, Hu~nnie,” you cooed, giggling at the nickname. “Since we sit next to each other maybe you could share your notes with me so I can catch up,” you practically sang in a sickly sweet voice.

Sehun scoffed, not even turning his head to look at you. “Yeah, right, like you’d need it,” he muttered.

“Well, you’re not wrong, but it’d be the brotherly thing to do,” you mused. His head snapped to you, a snarl on his lips.

“Is there a problem, Mr. Oh?” Ms. R called out. I quickly shook my head, shooting a sweet smile at her.

“Oh, no, not at all Ms. R, I was just asking Sehun for notes,” I answered. She nodded and returned to her teaching. Your eyes shot back over to Sehun, just in time to catch him tugging at the front of his uniform slacks. A hot flush spread over your neck but, not in embarrassment, rather in triumph and desire.