Lessons From Romance

Steps to Farewell

Luhan slept pretty well and woke up pretty early. He'd tossed and turned somewhat during the night, but by the time his eyes opened he felt really refreshed. Rubbing his eyes as he walked out of the room he started toward the couch to see Namjoo curled up on her side. Raising his head he stared at the shining sun trying to flow in through his curtains. At least it was still a tad bit dark in his home.

Turning away he pulled a carton of eggs out from the fridge and placed a pan onto the stove to start on breakfast. Once he had the stove heated up and poured the eggs he'd beat into the pan he jumped back with a loud shout when oil splattered out. Quickly turning to glance into the room to make sure he hadn't woken Namjoo he shifted his attention back to the stove.

A second later he jumped when her phone started ringing and let out an exasperated breath. Namjoo immediately sat up and looked around for her phone before accidentally knocking it onto the ground. Bending forward fast she picked the phone up as if she'd been waiting for some kind of call all night.

"Me?" He heard her ask and turned to watch her. "Of course I'm awake. My feet? Mm...they feel better. Did you get home safe?"

Luhan listened to Namjoo lightly giggle as she lowered her head and bit onto her thumb. It really looked like she was talking to her boyfriend.

"Really? Where are you?" Namjoo questioned. "I'm not home right now. I'll be there in an hour. Don't go anywhere. Ok, I'll see you then."

Even when she hung up, a happy yet shy smile still lingered off her lips while staring down at her phone as if willing Kai to materialize. Luhan quickly turned away when Namjoo twisted her head in his direction. He let out a shout of surprise when he realized he'd burnt the omelet and reached forward to turn the stove off.

"What are you making?" Namjoo asked walking toward him while stretching her arms out.

"Nothing," he replied and felt her peek over his shoulder on tippy toes, her chin slightly brushing his shoulder.

"That doesn't look like nothing to me," Namjoo commented. "Do I get to eat too?"

Luhan slightly twisted his head back to look at her and quickly turned back to the front, "I thought you were leaving?"

"Me?" Namjoo took a step back. "Why? A host should always feed his guest first thing in the morning. Don't you know that?"

He peered at her curiously before turning away, "Then set the table."

"Fine," Namjoo gave in before walking toward the cupboard to look for his plates.

With her back turned to him Luhan hesitantly glanced her way, "Is your feet better?"

"All better," Namjoo replied turning around, "I'm walking just fine, see?"

"There's nothing to see," he muttered underneath his breath as she walked by.

When they finally sat down to eat Namjoo flipped the omelet over repeatedly, "Why is it burnt?"

"It just is," he told. "You eat it or you don't."

She frowned up at him and attacked the food with her spoon. As they finished up Namjoo joined him by the sink to wash the dishes.

"Isn't it nice to receive help sometimes?" She asked chirpily.

Luhan peered down at her without offering an answer. Twisting her face up she turned away to continue rinsing the dishes and afterward took to cleaning up her sleeping area on the couch.

"It's fine, just leave it," Luhan ordered rummaging through his closet, but stubborn Namjoo didn't quit.

Leaving her be he glanced through his disorganized closet with his coats and jackets hanging off the rack while a mess of books, an old phone, and magazines lay below that. He couldn't really see what was beyond the dump. Turning back to make sure Namjoo wouldn't see his disorderly closet he quickly dug around before discovering a sandal.