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"Make sure he doesn't leave the house, okay?" Mrs. Wang reminded as she fumbles her bag for the car keys.

"Understood. But.." you scanned the room, "where's your son?"
"He's probably still asleep. He'll come down soon."

She slips on her flats and left. Mrs. Wang asked you to baby sit her son because she will be away for two days and there's nobody she can entrust his little boy to.

You climbed the stairs and headed to the child's room to wake him up. Just when you were about to open the door. A stunning young man came out of the room. His beauty made you feel insecure.

He raked his hair backwards and looked down at you. You swallowed hard. Your heart was beating so fast.

"Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm the babysitter. The breakfast is ready, I'll just wake your brother up."
"Wait." He blocked your way, "this is my room."

"Ah sorry, where's your brother's room?"
"Brother?"
You nodded, "the one I'm going to look after."
"I'm an only child."

"Eh? But where's Yibo-ya?"
"I am Wang Yibo." he tilted his head.

Your jaw dropped. Instead of a cute little kid, you got a twenty year old infront of you.
"Mrs. Wang called me to baby sit a boy named Wang Yibo."

"EOMMAAAAAA!" he yelled in frustration.

After taking a shower Yibo sat down and ate the breakfast you prepared. It was awkward between the two of you.

"Noona, you can go, I obviously don't need a babysitter." he munches down on his macaroni.
"But your mom already paid me."
"Don't worry about it, I won't tell her."
"I can't do that."

He pointed the fork at you, "I'm your boss and I'm telling you that you're dismissed." Yibo sounds irritated like he's just controlling himself.
"I work for your mom Yibo, not you."
"Fine, if you're not going to leave. I will."

He grabs his bag and head for the door. Desperately twisting the knob, but it won't budge. He turned to you as you wiggle the keys in the air.

"Give me that."
"Your mom told me not to let you out."
"Forget what she said, I have a game tonight." Extending his hand he asks for the keys.
"Then you have to cancel it till your mom comes back."

He stomps towards you and tries to snatch the keys. You raised the keys above your head, stretching your arms to it's extent. He's really tall so tiptoeing won't work on him.

His body was so close, you could feel his breath. He was pressing you against the wall. Your heart starts beating fast after realizing the awkward position you're in.

He caught your hand, luckily the keys are on the other. You broke free and ran away from him. The two of you were running around the house until he finally pinned you down on the living room carpet.

He was on top of you. Both of you were breathing heavily in exhaustion.
"Stop playing with me, give me the keys!"
Without thinking, you slid the keys inside your bra.

Yibo didn't saw that coming. Still in shock, he sat up, bringing himself in a mount position. He turned away, his cheeks were close to adapting the color of a tomato.