Lessons From Romance

What Answers

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"Oooh," Namjoo sounded as she flipped through the pictures of the resort on Ki Chan's phone.

They were catching up on breakfast at the hospital cafeteria before their shifts started. Upon seeing him Namjoo had joined him at a table and was currently being introduced to what the resort looked like. As a special appeal it had been built near the shorelines of the ocean so that it could present to visitors a peaceful sceneric view; something to wake up to.

It was a two story flat with a roof that had lights built into its inner sides for elegancy. When night arrived the resort would glow in the middle of the night as if it was a watch house. The building had been molded out of special pale grained rocks smoothed to the surface, almost as if it was meant to match the sandy area nearby. Large windows were paned across the outstretched building with a beautiful brown ramp along the side yard. A high growth of green trees surrounded the back yard of the resort to offer protection and an interest of nature.

Ki Chan had explained to her that the very emptiness beside the resort was reserved for an extended building. His uncle was planning to enlarge the resort all the way around the ocean, but would continue with it the following year.

A large pale white kitchen had been completed inside and even the table and fridge had been set into place. There was also a screened two-door that led to the back yard of nature. Behind a white wall that served as a border to separate the kitchen from the living room were shelves for necessities. That completed the simple, but rich first floor tiled with shiny plates. Furniture would arrive before their trip down to Haenam, Ki Chan's uncle had promised him.

To the left side of the kitchen was a shiny brown staircase with fresh shine. Another living area had been deisgned to fulfill the space on the second floor. The bedrooms had been constructed up there as well. Four very large rooms for independency and privacy, still yet empty.

Namjoo liked the appearance of the resort. It was simple, almost plain, but allowed for an air of high class elegance. Although it was a bit similar to her family's summer house she was excited for the trip.

"What do you think?" He asked anxiously leaning over the table.

"I like it."

"It's nice, isn't it?" Ki Chan asked with that bright, broad smile of his. "It's the perfect place for a vacation in the summer. There's a beach and there's nature. There's even a mart not too far from it."

"Sounds like you can't wait," Namjoo commented handing the phone back.

"Of course," he smiled slipping the phone into his white jacket, "I'm pumped. Have you talked to Luhan yet? What did he say?"

"He's not sure," unable to make eye contact with Ki Chan she took a spoonful of her cereal instead. "Work, you know. He's unsure if he can take off."

Actually, Namjoo hadn't spoken to Luhan since he'd kicked her out of his apartment...maybe his life. She wasn't sure if it was an argument they'd had or not or why he'd been angry with her at all. She'd thought about it all night when she went back home, but there was no resolute answer. Namjoo was definite that she hadn't done anything to anger him; she hadn't done anything at all.

So what had triggered him to act that way?

Namjoo had thought for a mere minute that it could be because she'd mentioned the scent of a woman's perfume, but it was petty. Luhan wasn't that petty. Maybe it was because she'd spoken about being aware that he never really cared about her since the beginning and he was upset she'd read his motive. Yet again, that was childish. Then she was just left with a bunch of questions unanswered.