Jaehee reached over and roughly patted her on the back so hard that her shoulder swayed with each touch.
"Ow!" Namjoo shouted pushing her arm away.
"Good!" Jaehee nodded. "Finally! You said it! You like him!"
"I did not..."
Cutting her off Jaehee closed the lid to the pizza box off, "Stop eating! Give him the leftovers and talk to him!"
"What!?"
"You heard me! Go talk to him! Tell him you like him!"
"No!" Namjoo shook her head furiously. "Are you crazy!?"
"Well, why not? It takes two to have sex, two to kiss, two to tango. There are clearly emotions involved when two people kiss, believe it or not."
Namjoo's face contorted. "No!"
Jaehee hardened her eyes and darkened her frown.
"Look," Namjoo tried, "he doesn't like me. He only wants to sleep with me. How is that having feelings for me? I'm just going to embarrass myself."
"Put your pride aside. Can't you do that?"
"I...no...I don't want to say it without being a little sure that he likes me too! I'm just being stupid. I'll look like a fool! He doesn't like me. Not that way."
"Namjoo, believe it or not, we always feel stupid when we confess," Jaehee wrapped her arms on the table, "you don't even know him well enough to assume that he doesn't like you, because what if he does? You gotta talk to him."
"No! I can't!"
"So you're going to move out of Seoul without telling him anything?"
"He already knows," Namjoo turned away, "I told him about it and he didn't say anything, but asked some dumb questions. See, he doesn't like me. I waited for him to ask me to stay or say something, but he didn't."
Jaehee loudly snorted and tossed her arms up, "Guys are just blunt. Maybe he wants to say something, but he's too afraid? Think about it."
Namjoo deepened a frown and turned to her friend, "No. I don't believe it. He's not that kind of cowardly guy or else why would he be sleeping with whoever he wants? Introduce me to someone else. Please."
Jaehee let out a short laugh, "No. You got yourself in this, you get yourself out. Go talk to him and watch his reaction. It'll tell you something, believe me. Give it a shot."
~~~~~
Namjoo was standing at his door with a box of pizza in hand and he stared at it confused, but let her in. They sat on the couch together without touching the food and no one said a word. All he thought about during the meantime was the morning after his birthday when she told him she wanted to go away.
Had she come by because she wanted to tell him she'd thought of him? Sehun hoped so.
He could feel the pull of attraction play its game between them as they sat on his couch and clasped his hands together. He'd been too afraid to text her and had wanted to refrain himself from contacting her so he wouldn't look like a desperate idiot. A week had felt like a year and it was almost pure torture, but she was suddenly there with him that evening.
Sehun missed the sight of her, the feel of her skin, and the taste of her lips. He almost wanted to touch her.
"They hired another manager," she told.
Sehun turned to look at her before suddenly turning away not sure whether he was more upset or angered by the news.
"You came by to just say that?"
