3 Ways

Here We Go

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Namjoo looked up when the door opened and Luhan walked into her room. Pressing her lips together she held her hands together and felt him sit beside her. Neither talked for the next few minutes and Namjoo enjoyably let the silence sink in. For some time she tried picturing the two of them sitting at an old port back in the Joseon Dynasty as she'd seen in her textbook once. The picture stayed very vaguely in her mind before it disappeared.

"I didn't know death was possible for angels," Namjoo spoke. "Why do you even bother coming to the rescue?" Namjoo turned to look at him, "Luhan, do you...do you like me?"

He stared back at her without movement. Their eyes locked and another moment of silence passed by as calmly as it came.

"Mm..." he sounded, "I like you."

And Namjoo felt her world crumble again, whether for good or for bad. Where would Chanyeol fit into all of this when she was this messed up? He was fading out of sight faster than she'd anticipated. What if the next time Chanyeol appeared in front of her she was already too caught up with Luhan? What would he be then?

Namjoo turned away from Luhan somewhat afraid that she wouldn't be able to keep in check with her emotions. They were totally out of her control and it felt that whatever Luhan did next, she'd blindly follow. He was trustable and she could place all of herself into his hands without worry that he would later on betray her. That was how close she felt to him.

"You've known me for a long time, haven't you?" Namjoo asked when she turned back to him.

There was this plead in her heart for him to answer her that almost made her desperate. Part of her was crying for whatever reason she couldn't grasp and the other half of her was patiently waiting for his answer.

"Yes," Luhan quietly replied.

And then the tears inside her flooded freely in sympathy for him. Why had he been there for her for such a long time without her knowledge? Why didn't he say anything when he ever felt hurt? All of her hurt for him and Namjoo didn't know where she stood anymore. With Chanyeol's feelings or with Luhan's.

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Victoria dried her hands against her pants when she walked toward the door and unlocked it.

"Hi," Chanyeol broadly greeted.

"Oh..." Victoria found herself saying at the sight of him.

His eyes darted toward the inside of the house, "Is Namjoo in?"

"Um...actually," Victoria began, but was cut off by the voice behind her.

"I called him," Namjoo started down the stairs.

"You?" Victoria turned around to frown at her before glancing up the stairs.

Namjoo shot her a tiny smile before grabbing the door, "I'll be back soon."

Victoria watched Namjoo walk out with Chanyeol. They didn't hold hands or grab each other's arms as they usually would have. Worried she walked into the kitchen to find Chorong diligently cutting some vegetables up.

"Namjoo called Chanyeol," Victoria told. "Should we be worried or not?"

"Did he look angry?"

"I don't think so."

"Then we shouldn't worry."

"You think so?" Victoria tilted her head.

"I think....Namjoo should be very confused right now," Chorong explained. "If Luhan died earlier and she cried as much as you said she did, she's probably confused about her feelings. And Chanyeol's also a problem."