3 Ways

Helpful Suho

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Clutching the orange envelope tight to her chest Chorong started straight ahead at the red brick building standing three stories high in front of her. The asphalt stairs looked hypnotizing, but for some reason Chorong was nervous. It'd been two years since she'd graduated and she'd never had any plans to return to school...till now.

Truth be told, she was somewhat more nervous than anxious. Maybe she wasn't as prepared as she'd thought for the school life again. Anyhow, she wasn't like Victoria who was good at her studies.

After a last deep breath Chorong's feet shot forward and she walked through the doors. The hallways were wide and there were various news posted on the bulletins. As she neared the offices her grip on the envelope tightened.

The process wasn't as long as Chorong thought it'd be. After a quick minute and a half in the office she was already back out in the hallway.

Proudly striding through the front doors she couldn't help, but stop midway on the path and smile. The sun was hitting her warmly in the face and the breeze tickled the tips of her fingertips calmly. This scenery of walking through here every day in the near future excited her and Chorong couldn't almost wait to be a student again. Being a student meant feeling young and she was still in the prime of her youth, which all but meant there was not much time before it was over.

She would have to get books, notebooks, papers, and a backpack. Once again after a two year stall she'd be living the student life again. It suddenly sounded more appealing and exciting than when she'd been thinking about it earlier.

The ringing of her phone shattered the perfect scenario in her head.

"They said something's wrong with the company today so they can't send out the workers," Namjoo reported over the phone.

"What? Are you serious?"

"Serious."

Chorong groaned and quickly turned away when a student walking by shot her a strange glance.

"Ah...so embarrassing..." she muttered underneath her breath and covered her face.

"What? Did you call me embarrassing?" Namjoo asked.

"N...no," Chorong shook her head. "Just...never mind. I'll be home in few minutes."

Still groaning underneath her breath she finally began walking toward her car. Before she unlocked the door her phone started going off and she saw that it was Suho calling.

"Oh...hey," she answered.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"What?" Confusion slit her mind up into many, many pieces.

"Oh...it's just...you sounded kind of stressed at the moment." Suho said almost timidly.

Chorong clamped her eyes shut in embarrassment again and wondered if she'd sounded angry with him. But how had he been able to tell just by her voice? Was it her tone? Was she speaking rudely? There was an urge to slap herself.

"It's just..." Chorong paused and wondered if she should go on, but what wrong was it telling him about their broken door? "Our door at home is in bad shape and the repairman can't make it today to fix it."

"Ah..." Suho's voice droned on. There was a split second of silence before he asked, "I can offer a hand, if you don't mind." Then he quickly interjected, "I mean, my father knows a lot about tools and he worked a lot around our house so I learned from him..."

Chorong's mind became blank as she contemplated about the decision.

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Namjoo felt stupid, but she did as Victoria asked anyway. She wasn't expecting anyone, at least that's what she thought. And Chanyeol defnintely wasn't coming to pay a visit. So when the doorbell rang she looked out the window from the living room. Suho smiled back at her warmly when she opened the door for him. If he'd been expecting Chorong, Namjoo wasn't quite sure what to say. Invite him in and tell him to wait or tell him that Chorong wasn't in?