Fanfiction (K Addition) [RATED M]

Oh, Noona- Chapter 3: Sticky Mess

~*Tamzan*~

 

You poked around in the fridge, humming to yourself as you looked for an after school snack. It was going to be hard adjusting to Korean food after being so accustomed to Japanese and American food- you picked up a tub of Kimchi and couldn’t help but giving a hearty sigh before setting it back down- especially when you didn’t like Kimchi.  

You heard a thump from upstairs and you couldn’t stop the smirk that spread over your lips. You had almost forgotten that you and Sehun had been left all alone by your parents not all of 15 minutes ago. Sehun had stormed off to his room in a huff and hadn’t left since then, only making you chuckle in his wake.

Your smirk deepened and you pulled out the ingredients for you favorite smoothie. Throwing the bananas, strawberries, and apple juice into the blender you let the dull roar fill the room. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as you drummed your fingers over the counter. Nervous excitement rose in your throat.

You were gonna make your move. You were gonna ensnarl Oh Sehun in your net. You already knew the poor boy wanted you badly- it practically rolled off him in waves. Giggling lightly to yourself, which might have looked mildly creepy to anyone who didn’t know what you were thinking, you poured the smoothie into two separate glasses.

Sticking the smoothie covered blender in the sink and a straw into each glass, you made your way up to Sehun’s room. You used the back of your hand to awkwardly rap against his door. You waited for a moment but received no response so you knocked again. You rapped your knuckle harder and this time the door flung open.

Sehun appeared, headphones around his neck, glare plastered what almost seemed permanently onto his face. Except when he’s writhing in pleasure and begging for you to make him cum, you couldn’t help but think to yourself. Sehun snapped you at of your day dream when he let a sharp,

“What?”

You tilted your head and gave him and smile.

“I made smoothies, Sehunnie. I thought you’d want one since you haven’t eaten since you got home,” you offered, your tone like honey. Sehun looked at you like he knew that honey would taste like battery acid- or just maybe wine, something irresistible yet unallowed. It dawned on you at that moment. Did he not want you because he thought of you as a noona? Or, at least, knew he was supposed to think of you as a noona? Your smile grew just a smidge of an inch, yet took on an almost devious quality. Sehun’s eyes narrowed.

“I don’t want it,” he snapped. You stuck out your lip in a fake pout, batting your eyelashes like a little fawn.

“Oh, come on Sehunnie, I made it just for you. Please, won’t you at least have some?” you pouted. His jaw clicked shut and he took a deep breath.

“No, it probably tastes like shit anyway,” he muttered. You only let your expression become more dejected.

“Why do you have to be so mean, Sehunnie? It’s just Strawberry Banana,” you proceeded to fake mope. His eyes twitched- ah, he likes the flavor. He seemed to mull it over in his head, battling the consequences.

“Ugh, fine,” he barked. You grinned.

“Great!” you chirped and pushed past him into his bedroom before he could even open his mouth to tell you to stop. You walked over to his bed and promptly sat yourself down and took a sip of your smoothie. Sehun looked at you, shock followed by frustration sliding over his features. You held out his glass to him, your smile wrapped around your straw and your eyebrows stretched up.