Blaze

Companionship

"Actually I..."

Unable to contain the anxiety growing through him like gas flooding a room, Suho smiled and laughed somewhat deeply.

"It's getting hot in here, don't you think?" He asked and got up. "I should open one of those windows."

Walking toward the window he paused ever so slightly and tilted his head over his shoulder to look back. He was sorry for interrupting her, but he couldn't stand sitting there like that. Suho knew he should have waited for her to finish, but he didn't feel that it was something that was on his mind at the moment. He just wanted to go out and do his job.

This kind of talk with wasn't his thing.

Lifting the curtain aside he felt the rays hit his face at once and flinched back when it hit his eyes. Squinted his eyes he unlocked the window and pulled it up slightly to allow some fresh wind in.

Good, he thought, now he just had to wait for Namjoo.

What was taking her so long?

~_____~

Understanding the dangers to come Namjoo rummaged through her drawers for any bulletproof vests she had left. There had been a time when Donghae allowed her to take some with her because she'd entered the field on behalf of Suho. During those times her apartment had been ransacked once, but never again.

The vests weren't the bests of things for any one person to use, especially her, but that was all she could count on if she didn't want to die out there. When bullets rammed into her vests she was often left with red bruises, some of them failed to disappear over time.

After putting on another layer of short sleeves she figured she'd grab a glock from headquarters before setting out with Suho. Tucking the phone into her back pocket she walked out of her room toward the kitchen and grabbed her dish to place into the sink.

"What are you doing?" Kris asked loudly.

"As you can see, cleaning up."

"Why? Where are you going? Didn't you get Donghae's message that we're on vacation today?"

"That doesn't mean you're spending your time here," Namjoo pointed out. "Hurrry up and leave. Nice time is over."

He snorted baffled, "Nice time?"

"Yes." She began to walk toward the sink, but he grabbed her wrist.

"You have to at least finish your plate," he tried. "How much have you been eating lately?"

Dragging her wrist out she thickened her voice, "Look here, my daily schedule has nothing to do with you. Now can you please leave?"

He eyed her once before leaning back into his seat with crossed arms. He looked dignified almost. Kris knitted his brows together in victory. He knew he'd annoyed her and he knew she knew he wouldn't leave just yet.

"I want coffee." He demanded.

Namjoo shot her head to the side with a loud snort in disbelief with how childish he was being.

"Are you going to get up?" Namjoo asked, a threatening tone to her voice.

He turned away from her ignorantly.

"I'm giving you three seconds," Namjoo warned.

"One."

"Two."

She paused for another half second longer and clamped her eyes shut impatient.

"Three." Shooting her arms out she grabbed his shirt lugging him to his feet.