This is My Love

The Bottom of My Heart

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Sehun watched Joomi walk toward his table with a deep frown, maybe a glare. She was dressed up. Coming from work, maybe.

"Why, Sehun, you called out of the blue," she commented sitting down. The bracelets on her wrist jingled noisily. "Doesn't this feel like old times?"

Refusing to be swayed by her sarcasm, he got to the point. "I know you met her. I want to know what you said."

"Oh? Did she tattle?" Joomi arched her brows.

"Joomi," he literally growled, ready to rant her head off he needed to. He didn't like her meeting Namjoo. She had no right.

Crossing her arms, she said, "Nothing. I said nothing. Why? You don't have to be so defensive, Sehun. She was like a mouse when we sat together."

"Leave her alone." He demanded.

"I didn't think you could be so aggressive," Joomi said. "Does she like that about you?"

"What we do is none of your business."

She glanced at her nails, as if she could be less bothered. "I'm surprised she's lasting. Must be because she doesn't know about Yanghwa."

"Stop it," he spat.

With a raise of the brow she looked at him. "I see. So you haven't. It hurts to talk about it, doesn't it? Do you really think you're ready to love someone again? If you can't talk about it, you're not over it."

"I'm done with you," he grumbled standing.

"Don't rush, Sehun," Joomi continued. "I don't think Yanghwa would want you to hurt this woman. You're simply diving into a pool without thinking about how deep it is. Your girlfriend doesn't know you like I do. If it's anyone, it should have been me. Don't forget I saw everything you went through, but she won't be able to understand you the same. Do you know why? Because honesty isn't a part of you right now."

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Namjoo was just finishing up a phone call with a client when there was a tap on her shoulder. Yurim was holding a dripping plastic cup of soda and smelled strongly of burgers and fries. She about asked where her food was when Yurim whispered, "There's someone outside for you."

Speaking in a hushed voice into her desk phone Namjoo hung up and turned. "What? Why didn't you get my anything?"

"I said outside," Yurim repeated before walking off then peered over her shoulder with a sly grin.

Frowning at her friend, Namjoo slid out from her chair and headed toward the elevator. Whatever she was up to Namjoo wasn't amused. There were many things on her mind. She felt like she was hanging in the air. Having sent a text to Joomi when she arrived at work, but there was no reply yet.

Pushing the door open the fresh sunlight nearly blinded her. A swift breeze wafted her direction making her blouse billow in the wind. Clenching her eyes shut momentarily to adjust to the earthly outside before opening them again to see a tall figure standing by the trees. Eyes landing on those long legs before lifting her head up to recognize suave Sehun.

Blinking confused, because she hadn't expected him. She hadn't asked about lunch nor had he said anything about dropping by. Her heart did a little flip as he walked over with a bag of takeout.

"Hi," he greeted in a low voice that made her blood rush.

A strange tendency overwhelmed her. Touched he had come. At the same time wondering why?

Namjoo managed a tiny smile. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I figured my girlfriend likes starving herself, so I have to feed her," he grinned, which at least made her laugh. "Is there somewhere we can sit? I brought really good food, promise."