Lessons From Romance

Wrong Words

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Namjoo's voice droned in and out of his ears as they walked along the hallways of Myung Woo Hospital. This was much of a larger hospital than he'd thought and he was glad Namjoo was working in such a reputable place. She deserved the best treatment from anyone and everyone.

Kai liked waking up to Namjoo's greeting. He liked the way her hair remained a little messy as she walked toward him and smiled while making conversation; where sleep was still apparent in her eyes. He liked how she'd grown up so independently that it seemed as if she could do anything by herself; she was capable and outgoing. He liked the woman she'd become and he most liked Namjoo for being who she was. He liked everything about her. She was beautiful, inside and outside.

Everything about her made his heart flutter.

Kai wanted to embrace her many times, but couldn't. He'd imagined the soft of her hair pressing into the outline of his neck many times. If he could hold her just once he would be glad enough to die.

He had come back expecting to spend lots of time together with her to make up for the years they lost growing up together. Kai wanted better memories and fun conversations. It didn't matter that he was joining his mother's company so long as he'd be able to stay in Korea.

Kai just wanted to be in a reachable distance of Namjoo. The hard times she'd suffered alone, he wanted to know of them and share the upcoming ones with her. He'd do anything to be the shoulder she could lean on, he'd offer his neck for her to cry into, and he'd talk her to sleep. For all that she lacked and needed, he most wanted to give it to her.

Namjoo was so precious.

"Do you see blood daily?" Kai asked.

"Why? Want to experience it with me? Just tell mom and have her transfer you here," Namjoo joked.

"You think that's funny?"

"Yes," Namjoo smiled. "I should get going now. You remember the way out right? Just ride the elevator down."

"Have fun," he urged. "I'll see you later."

Namjoo waved to him before running down the corridor and he made sure to smile at her the whole time while waving.

She must've been really tired, he thought, even if she made sure to look bright. It made him feel awful that she worked late some nights and came home to unhealthy instant foods. Namjoo was always alone, unable to rely on anyone.

If he didn't take care of her, who would?

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"Do you think she'll pay attention to you now that she has her brother?! Should I outline to you how special their relationship is?!"

The day's sunlight just kept getting brighter and the more it beamed in through the glass the more Luhan felt like he was standing in some kind of blaring white dimension. Squinting his eyes he turned away when the customer walked out and opened his eyes seconds later to stare the computer.

For some insane reason Chae Yoon's words were still making rounds inside his head. There was no reason for him to be thinking about what Chae Yoon was saying, since all her words now were without weight.

Was he irritated? At what? Because she'd stopped by? Was that why he kept thinking about it?

It didn't feel like the case.

Pressing his lower lip together stared at the bandage on his wrist carefully hidden underneath his sleeve.

"I liked him. I still do."