Substitute Soulmate

Mirror of You

Namjoo's eyes swiveled back and forth. "I don't think..."

"Lunch, ok?" he said as the elevator doors opened and he walked out, leaving her behind.

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Namjoo's mouth opened to retort but Sehun was already way down the hall, his long legs making it easy for him to escape. She turned as the man and two women passed by, smiles on their faces. Namjoo didn't know them but she recognized them as senior workers in the company.

"It's not...we're not..." Namjoo weakly tried but they were already out of earshot and possibly thinking she had a thing going on with one of the new hires. Namjoo wanted to bury herself. She didn't understand what just went down but she was pretty determined not to have that date.

She didn't date.

Dropping her bag onto her desk she pulled out her phone. She hadn't heard from Haneul, so she had assumed the date was successful and she would be seeing Sehun again. Now Namjoo was curious. She wanted to know how the date had gone.

The phone rang once and twice before Haneul picked up in her bubbly voice, "Namjoo! Hey, how's it going?"

"Oh, I don't know," Namjoo replied.

"Ok...what do you mean by that?" her friend tuned her bubbliness a notch down.

"How'd your date go?" Namjoo wondered. "Thought we could catch up before I settle down with the serious end of my work."

"Oh...you don't sound happy. Something happen?" Haneul asked.

"I asked about your date," Namjoo reminded.

"That, right. Well, we went to Namsan Tower, ate some, then we went to the movies, and had dinner. End of story," Haneul sounded bored.

"That's it?" Namjoo frowned, asked with disbelief.

"Why?" Haneul wondered.

"You're not...you're not going on another date?" Namjoo sounded incredulous.

"No, why?" Haneul asked confused. "Should we? We didn't even talk about it. Why are you worrying about me? Why? Did he, like, ask you out?"

Something exploded in Namjoo's head, "What'd you say to him?"

"So he did." The friend sounded like she was beaming with an ear to ear smile. "I can't believe he did it."

"I can't, this can't happen," Namjoo gripped onto her desk.

"Why not? Oh, Namjoo, lighten up," her friend tried. "It's just one meal, not like you'll see him again. Well, wait, you work together, but that's not what I meant. Just have one meal with him."

"I work with him. That's the equivalent to eating with him daily," Namjoo muttered.

"It's not like I'm telling you to forget Yeol," Haneul pointed out. "Plus, aren't you on friendly terms with him?"

"We aren't friends," Namjoo stiffly said.

"He seems like a nice guy," Haneul commented, "why are you acting up?"

"I...I'm not," she stuttered and gripped the ring around her neck.

"If you say so," her friend sing-songed. "I have to go. Lets catch up later. Have fun."

Hanging up Namjoo glanced at her phone still with disbelief. Part of her grew anxious. The other half of her dreaded the coming hour.

Oh Sehun who reminded her very much of her dead husband was much more than a nightmare. He was a constant mirror of the man she loved. Would she be able to still her heart, even for a while?