This is My Love

Where Hearts Lay

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"Think you can be a little more discreet?" Joonseok eyed him when he walked in.

"What?" Sehun asked.

Tugging out some tissues from the box Joonseok tossed the papers at him. "Wipe your mouth, you jerk. I don't want to know about your hot morning."

Sehun frowned at his colleague before grabbing his phone to use as a mirror. He wasn't wrong. Namjoo's lipstick had smeared his mouth. He laughed happily at the memory and began scrubbing the stains away.

It had been quite the kiss. He had enjoyed every second of it. If they were a little closer, he might have climbed over the drive stick to be with her. Like giddy teenagers they had left off with a promise of lunch. And he couldn't wait to see her again.

"Stop smiling," Joonseok stared at him. "What are you, in a relationship now?"

"In fact, yes." Sehun looked up from his phone. "She's very pretty, too."

Interested, Joonseok slid over. "Picture?"

"It's kind of rated."

Joonseok smacked his arm.

"Joking," Sehun chuckled.

"So, where'd you meet her?" Joonseok wondered. "This woman that has you suddenly wired."

"She's my son's friend's mother."

The colleague blinked lost, confused. "What? A mother?"

"You've a problem with that?"

"No, no," he shook his head rapidly. Saying more acceptably, "So, a mother."

Ignoring his surprise, Sehun said, "Gunta loves her. She's great with him."

"She is," Joonseok agreed with the obvious, "a mother."

Sehun flatly stared at him realizing that Joonseok was turned off after finding out Namjoo was a mother. "Whatever. What are we doing today?"

He didn't care. A woman didn't need to be single to be attractive. What mattered most to him was the innate qualities Namjoo possessed. The plus side, she was pretty and looked great in whatever she wore. The thought made him bite his lower lip. Next time when they went on a date, he'd ask her to wear a dress.

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Pretty. He watched Namjoo walk toward him with his heart on fire. In a plain black jacket, business pants, and a white blouse. She was so pretty he couldn't keep his eyes off her.

"Hi," he greeted immediately taking her hand. To show others she was his girlfriend.

"You're here early," she commented.

"Nah, I'm just nearby," he grinned as they turned to head into the restaurant. The smell of Japanese food assaulted his senses. At the front door a greeter led them to a table for two. Water arrived and their order was taken. Namjoo ordered udon. He chose shrimp tempura and ordered sushi for them to share.

"Want to come over?" he asked once they started digging in. "I can make dinner."

Namjoo glanced at him and hesitated.

"What?" he worried. Did he say something wrong?

"I invited Daehwi over." She looked at him guiltily. He felt his heart sink fast and tried not to let it show on his face. "Moowon mentioned him the other day. I feel like it might be a step forward." She hesitated again as if unsure to explain, "They haven't been doing so well. You know..."