Lessons From Romance

Epilogue: Here & After

Four months had gone by since he and Namjoo had officially started seeing each other. Namjoo hadn't become anymore different than when they weren't seeing each other. The only changes he experienced was how open she was with him now. And he loved it, he loved it a lot.

"Didn't I tell you to wear a longer dress this time?" Luhan asked staring at her outfit. "And your sleeves, where are your sleeves!?"

They were out for dinner at some kind of European themed restaurant. Paintings of angels and naked gods and goddesses floated overhead while the faded yellow lights shone on them. It was an awkward restaurant that had only been opened for five months. He had still yet to question why his co-worker had suggested this restaurant as a good place for dinner. The paintings overhead were a bit...disturbing to the eyes.

"Here," he took off his blazer and handed it to her.

"Sheesh," Namjoo complained. "Why can't you just appreciate it that I dress like this for you? You're always complaining about this or that. Why can't I ever yell at you?"

Luhan made a face at her and after cutting up the steak on his plate switched it with hers.

"Because no one else can look at you, but everyone else can look at me," Luhan snottily explained.

Namjoo made a face at him, "And that's fair?"

"I think yes." He smiled at her. "Eat happily, so we can go home cheerily."

Biting her teeth together Namjoo made another face at him. When they finally left the restaurant he wrapped his arm around her waist while making their way to her car.

"Can you stop wearing heels?" He asked. "It destroys the feel of how I can use you as an armrest."

Namjoo immediately shoved him away, but he quickly clung back onto her.

"I love you." He tried sucking up to her.

He heard her snort at him, but no longer pushed him away.

"Give me your keys, I'll drive." He suggested.

Without arguing Namjoo handed him the keys and he drove them back to his apartment.

Upon stepping out he told her, "Get out of your heels. Your feet hurt, don't they?"

"Why?" She questioned. "Are you going to let me wear yours again?"

He only smiled, but she still did as asked. Stepping forward he picked her heels up.

"You're not lending me your shoes?" She asked while watching and let out a loud shout when he suddenly lifted her up in his arms. "What are you doing!?"

"I'll walk you up," he tossed her another smile and listened to her snort as he started toward the stairs.

"Is this another kind of special treatment?" Namjoo asked.

"When don't I treat you special?"

"I don't know, let me think."

He breathlessly laughed at her before opening his door and walked in.

"Ok, we're here, let me down." Namjoo kicked her legs about.

Setting her shoes down onto the ground he kicked the door close before walking further into the living room. He finally let her onto her feet and felt her grab onto him.

"So," she started, "why are we here? Are you going to lend me your massage machine?"

He ruffled her hair slightly and watched her quickly move to dodge.