Ace of Hearts

Love A Little

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Retreating to the lounge Namjoo settled on the couch but not to watch television, flip through the channels pointlessly, bored out of her mind. Folding her arms atop the back of the furniture she stared out the window where morning sunshine brightly lit the world in color. Blades of grass seemed to dance in the breeze. Every leaf stem trembling in tune with earth's elements like the corner of her heart.

Sehun's lips still felt warm against her temple. The unprecedented move shattered every one of her hard walls.

The act gentle, affectionate, soft.

So the guilt rode Namjoo a little harder. For trying to be mean all the time when Sehun just wanted to treat her kindly, express through actions and words how much he cared.

He wanted to shower her with love.

Namjoo had no idea how to react anymore.

One harsh word and she kind of wished it'd never come out of her mouth whenever she witnessed his expression change. How many more acts could she attempt to dispel his feelings for her? If it was even possible.

The diamond on her wedding ring twinkled as if the sun had touched it. After all this time she hadn't taken it off. Recalling the first time she did Sehun nearly went berserk on her.

Let's stop pretending.

The weight of his words were heavy.

What was she going to do about him?

Namjoo was not prepared when Sehun came home for dinner. How to face him. What kinds of things to say knowing this man yearned to spend his oncoming days with her?

That whatever she tried had no affect on him. Foolishly dressing down. Putting up arms against him.

Yet he'd kissed her that morning resiliently sending her a message that required no words.

The struggle to lay out an answer pained her. Yes or no warred within her. Naivety was only reserved for the innocent. Within this place Namjoo was only a liar.

Always a liar.

Forever a liar.

Sehun's place of standing would eternally be his of his right. But for Namjoo ahead lay hedges and spiked fences. Taking Sehun's hand meant more difficult challenges than she might be able to handle.

Could she leap that far? Sling the burdens over her shoulders like a backpack and run?

Silence permeated the atmosphere. The warmth of a freshly cooked meal flowed between them. Spoons and forks clicked against plates. Fragility quivered above them like thin ice. Troubled by her own overflowing thoughts Namjoo neither bothered to look at Sehun nor try talking. One glance and she most likely might say something in spite just to anger him. Do it without meaning to. Afterwards she'd drown in guilt when he walked off.

Tugging and pulling at his emotions only hurt them both. It was a tiring game.

"There's a class reunion this weekend," Sehun cut the quiet. "I wanted to take you out this weekend, but it looks like we should go."

"Your class reunion is irrelevant to me." Namjoo murmured.

"I heard you already knew." Sehun's tone was a tad accusing.

Her gaze slid upwards but she didn't lift her head enough to see him. It was Hwayi again.

"How close are you to him?" Sehun pressed. More desperately, "Can you at least tell me?"

Hwayi. Damn that guy.

"We're not even friends." She finally told annoyed. "Happy?"

She frowned irritated. Sehun blinked taken aback. In a millisecond a gigantic smile lit up his face, pleased. He appeared so genuinely happy Namjoo dipped her gaze lower.