3 Ways

The Hunt Begins

>_____<;;

Chorong was just washing up the dishes when her phone rang. Quickly drying her hands she walked over to the table where her phone was sitting picked it up to see that it was an unknown number. Debating about whether she answer or not she stared at the numbers trying to depict whether it was a phone call from a payphone. However something was punching her instincts from the back.

"Hello?"

"Chorong, it's me, dad."

Chorong immediately recognized the voice and turned around to look out the kitchen doorway as if she would see her father standing there.

"Dad?" Chorong's eyes widened.

Ever since he'd left home he'd never contacted Chorong, and she'd grown not to give a damn about it. Now that he was calling Chorong felt a bit suspicious, but was starting to realize she wanted to see him again even if he hadn't done the best for her or her mom.

"I'm outside the house, Chorong."

"The house?" Chorong quickly walked through the doorway and made her way to the front door.

Once the door swung open Chorong recognized her now 50 year old father standing with gray hair at the bottom of the doorsteps, phone to his ear. There were fine lines of wrinkles on his face defining all the stress he had endured after leaving.

Her hand dropped from her ear and she listened to the door close shut behind her. As her eyes zoomed in on her dad she quickly dismissed the car parked across the street and man behind the camera watching them.

>_____<;;

After pulling a thin cardigan on Namjoo started down the stairs. The house was quiet as it was when only she was home. She couldn't hear Chorong yapping away or hear the TV blasting on full volume. Namjoo was confused. She thought Chorong was supposed to be home with her. Where had everyone gone?

"Chorong?" Namjoo called out and walked through the dining room to the kitchen. "Chorong?"

Namjoo first poked her head to see that the kitchen was empty. Had something happened? Why had Chorong left her without a word?

On the other hand, where was Luhan?

Swiveling around on her feet she trotted out of the kitchen and paused when she spotted Luhan in the sitting room. How had she missed him when she'd walked by earlier?

Coming to a halt she turned around to see him staring up at the curtain he'd fixed during their second meeting. What was he thinking about? Namjoo stared at him for what felt like a long minute before he suddenly turned around to look at him. One of those kind smiles he had lit his face when he saw her and Namjoo felt her heart grow warm. That memory of their second meeting suddenly came flying into her mind and Namjoo felt a twinge of pain as she walked toward him.

"What are you looking at?" Namjoo asked.

"Looks pretty normal, huh?" Luhan said glancing at the purple curtain.

"Yea it does."

He finally turned to look at her and reached out for her arm. Namjoo felt him pull her close before relaxing his face against hers. The warmth vibrating off him made her feel even warmer and she felt as if she could feel his emotions coming into touch with her.

"You're a capable person, aren't you?" Luhan asked wrapping his arms around her. "I only like capable people."

A smirkish smile grew over her lips as she let him lean against her.

"Please be happy, Namjoo."

She felt him pull back and looked up at him. Namjoo slightly turned her head when she felt his thumb run along the side of her forehead and turned when she felt him give her a soft peck on the cheek. Their eyes met before he grabbed a hold of her jawline and pulled her in for a slow kiss. Namjoo closed her eyes to draw in the essence of his lips moving over hers and grabbed onto his shirt before standing on tip toes to better meet him.