3 Ways

Under Our Control...Not

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"Hey," Changmin greeted after walking in, "so I did some research overnight."

He slipped a paper onto Namjoo's desk with a list of different locations.

"There were fields of wheat I came across while coming here and there," he explained, "not sure if they're the kind of auspicious and golden glow you want."

"Sorry for troubling you," Namjoo apologized dragging the list toward her. "Thank you."

"I don't mind, I'm used to working late nights," Changmin said. "Have fun looking around."

"You're almost like the brother I don't have," Namjoo smiled, "thanks again."

He smiled and tapped her desk before walking out. Namjoo ran her eyes over the four different locations Changmin had scrawled down on the piece of paper.

After opting out of work she took a cab to the first location on the list and felt the breeze hit her face when she stepped out of the bus she'd taken. Scanning her eyes over the hillsides and the rice fields in the far distance she tried to focus on her emotions, but she couldn't feel anything. The remains of Luhan that had gotten buried in the ground after his cremation wasn't here.

Namjoo couldn't feel anything.

A sense of hopelessness ceased the tremendous pounding of her heart and replaced it with a loss and ache. She was at the wrong place.

Why...was it so difficult trying to find him?

Namjoo felt her eyes search the field of newly grown wheat and pressed her lips together. Waiting for the bus took almost an hour and taking it back into the city took almost another hour and a half. Neither Victoria or Chorong's car were in the driveway when she arrived back at the house, which all but told her that her sisters were still out attending their own business.

She took five steps in the house calmly listening to the door close behind her and halted in her steps when a black aura swirled less than a yard from her and a stranger popped out of nowhere. Namjoo watched his crooked eyes narrow as he smirked and held his hand out. A black orb appeared in the center of his palm spinning slowly.

"I thought I might find a sister or two here, but you're alone?" he asked.

Namjoo felt her lips part and held out her hand on instinct. A ball of fire popped up immediately, but to her unexpectation it immediately grew twice its size in less than a second. Her hand heated up and she felt the flame overheat in her hand.

"Whoa..." the stranger muttered with wide eyes. "Well, I feel kind of bad, but here's a greeting from my master."

Namjoo watched him hurl the black orb through the air before disappearing on spot. On impulse she shot her fireball forward and felt her heart sink when she realize what could happen next, but it was too late. As the two orbs collided in the air a loud poof exploded and Namjoo was sent flying into the front door.

A thick air of smoke spun around in the air before it slowly dispersed leaving Namjoo coughing for air. Pressing her hand against the ground in order to pull herself up she let out a shout when she felt her hand sizzling into the carpet. When she looked down part of the carpet had burnt away and her hand had turned an orange red.

The ringing of the doorbell only made things worse the next second.

"Open the door! I saw you go in! You think you can joke around with me!?" Lee Dongsun shouted from outside. "What'd you do to my memory card!? Open the door!"

He pounded agains the door with his fist and Namjoo thought she could hear the whole house shaking from his anger. Pulling herself up she tried to reach the doorknob with her right hand and let out a shout when she felt her hand heat up against the brass doorknob.