3 Ways

Go to Sleep, Namjoo

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Namjoo looked up from the papers she was assorting when she heard the door open, but saw none other than Changmin walk in.

"Hi," he greeted, "how's work going? Do you like it?"

"It's nice," Namjoo replied.

"Say," Changmin began leaning his hands against the desk, "has your sister said anything about me?"

"If it's about how she wants to gut you, then yes," Namjoo nodded.

Changmin slightly laughed, "You're very honest."

Namjoo shot him a smile.

"So, you want to give me some advice on how to appease her anger? You know, since you've given me advice before."

Namjoo glanced at Changmin wondering what kind of intentions he had.

"Just to get back on your sister's good side," Changmin added. "I'd still like to see her face now and then. Like that."

A smile crossed Namjoo's face and she glanced down at her desktop before looking back at Changmin, "I told you she likes flowers, right?"

"Flowers," Changmin repeated and nodded. "Ok. Thanks, I owe you one."

When Namjoo clocked out of work she had one destination in mind before heading home to Chorong. Since Victoria was staying late for work, Chorong had promised to treat her out and Namjoo knew Chorong was hoping to cheer her up.

Namjoo alighted from the cab a few minutes later and stared up at Chanyeol's apartment building. Pressing her lips together for encouragement she walked in through the doors and headed up to his place. While waiting for the elevator to bring her up Namjoo rehearsed in her mind what exactly she wanted to say, and she knew that no matter how it went Chanyeol would end up angry with her.

Once the elevator opened she slowly trudged toward his door and rung the bell. Chanyeol didn't answer the door so she rang the doorbell again and waited until she heard the locks being unlatched inside. He looked slightly shocked to find her standing there and immediately opened the door even wider. The excitement in face suddenly made her feel sorry.

"Can we talk?" Namjoo asked.

She walked inside and paused after a few steps.

"Do you want to sit? Are you thirsty or anything?" Chanyeol wondered a little nervously after closing the door.

She could feel her mind slowly become blank as she thought about all the many times she let him get to her soft spot.

"No, just...I just want to say a few words." Namjoo couldn't bring herself to look at him even when she could feel his eyes searching her face.

"W...what is it?" he wondered. "Are you sure you don't want to sit?"

Namjoo could feel her heart sink, but she couldn't deal with being grieved any longer and she really didn't want another pile of grief on top of another. She wanted to be alone until she could forget all the heartache given to her.

"Lets break up," Namjoo said and finally lifted her head up. "I'm not coming back to you. I can't."

"What?" he asked in shrill disbelief. There was nothing, but shock apparent in his face. "You're kidding me, right? After all that..." then he let out a snort, "so you're leaving me for him? Is that it? Because he's a lot better than me? I didn't think you were this kind of person." Chanyeol angrily kicked at the ground. "Who the hell is he? Don't you think I deserve to know that at least? Was this whole 'I need a search for myself' thing a lie just to be with him!? You lied to me? Is that it? I didn't think you were this kind of person, Namjoo. You've changed so much...I can't believe you."