Ace of Hearts

Someone You Love

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"I'm leaving!" Moonbi shouted from down the hall.

Namjoo sniffed in her bed, pulled the sheet over her shoulder. Didn't bother turning around when Moonbi propped her door open, poked her head into the dark room.

"You're really not going?" she asked.

"No." Namjoo sniffed again.

"Jesus, Namjoo." Caking the door open, Moonbi leaned a hip against the threshold. "It's not like mom's not talking to you. She even made you egg soup, because you're sick. I know you're going through something, but you can't mope around in bed all day. It's been...three days already. You need to do something."

Namjoo ignored her. She didn't need a lecture right now. Her head hurt and she felt like shit from crying so much. She wasn't up to bartending or keeping men company for extra money.

She missed Sehun dearly.

She wanted to hear his voice. Feel his arms around her.

But she couldn't. She didn't deserve that. She couldn't go back there.

She was just a nobody.

And that was embarrassing enough.

The tears rained again and her shoulders trembled.

Moonbi sighed the thousandth sigh. The light from the hallway thinned out before disappearing. Namjoo listened to the click of the door again and sobbed.

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Moon Club was still closed, so Sehun drove around the block wasting the minutes. Deciding at last to just park across the street, keep his eye on the sleek building. If needed he was willing to confer to the police officer about exceeding the parking time limit.

Had Namjoo been reporting to work? Sitting and chatting with aimless men? He worried. He hoped not.

He drew up images of her daily life now that he wasn't in it.

She must miss him because he missed her like crazy. He would literally do anything just to hear her tell him I love you.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became.

Waiting out the hours felt like eight lifetimes. Then it darkened. White clouds ashy gray. The sleek black building lit up. He saw Namjoo's petite mother reporting for work. On her way in stopping to chat with the bodyguard outside. Gigantic smiles splashed across their faces, heads nodding back chortling laughter.

He wished that was him. Laughing, too.

Sehun gave it a minute, two, then stepped out of his car. He sought the exterior of the club as the bodyguard pressed him for an ID, which he handed over impatiently. Once in, Sehun wove through the hallways, searching. The bars were surprisingly filling up faster than he expected.

Sehun spun around under the dim glowing lights. The bartender pinned him as suspicious when he asked for Namjoo's mom, said he was her son-in-law. Shaking him off the man with a white apron around his waist passed him off, ignoring him totally as he shifted attention to a woman in a halter. Swiveling away from the woman's prowling focus, Sehun left the bar.

A way past the VIP plush furniture he heard shrilly giggling, the noise familiar. Following the distinctive voice Sehun wound his way past a group of men making a toast. Beyond flashes of straight white teeth to missing front tooths, Sehun finally spotted a familiar person.

Moonbi.

Widely grinning relieved Sehun jogged toward her dismissing an apology to an older lady he bumped into.