Clash of Colors

Kind of Friends

Sehun checked up on Klairs. Fed her. Walked around the farm to make sure the animals were doing fine. Cleaned out Dari's shelter and made certain the ducks were accounted for. Did a walk through in case some wild animal had found its way in. Discovering him outside Namjoo's father called him in for lunch.

"It must have been difficult, eat up," her father said.

"No, sir," he said. "Namjoo seemed very knowledgeable about what to do."

He laughed lowly. "She'll be glad to hear that. Talking about that girl, she's been asleep for so long. Why don't you bring up some food to her and wake her up? I bet she's dying for something to eat about now."

Preparing a bowl of soup and a fresh glass of water Sehun was sent upstairs. Indeed, Namjoo was still asleep. Unmoved from where she was since he left her. Setting the tray down on her desk he hesitated. Shaking her awake made him feel bad. After all that trouble yesterday, she should be tired from constantly worrying. And all that crying over Sambok. The darn chicken.

Maybe he would just leave the food so she could find it whenever she awoke. Contrary to his thinking, Namjoo awoke with a fright. Deeply inhaling as she rose up. Eyes popping widely open that it scared him.

Sehun's eyes bugged out as he stared at her. Sighing, Namjoo loudly breathed and plopped back down. Finally seeing him when her head hit the pillow. First, she just silently stared at him as if she had forgotten who he was.

"Your father told me to bring you food," Sehun spoke up.

Touching her forehead, Namjoo sighed. "I'll eat it in a bit."

Silence wove between them. She looked at him when he didn't leave, so he said, "Sambok will be ok. The vet said he'll be better in four weeks."

"Thank god." She breathed. Then she squeaked, "I was so scared."

Sehun watched her wipe a tear away and laugh, but then she started crying again. In the end, he pulled out the chair by the desk and sat down. Waited for her to calm down.

"You might laugh at me, but Sambok really is my best friend," Namjoo sniffed. "He's the only one that has ever stayed by my side." She looked at him from the corner of her eye with a glint. "So, don't laugh, ok?"

"I didn't." he blatantly said.

When she caught him looking at the pictures on her desk she explained, "That's Hyejoo. She's my older sister by three minutes."

"I heard from your father."

"We lost her," Namjoo said. The tears in her eyes glimmered as she stared at the ceiling. "We don't know where she is."

"You didn't report it to the police?"

"Of course, we did," Namjoo answered. "No one came forward." Glancing at him, "Ever since, I haven't seen my mother." Then she perked up, "That's right, you're from the city. Which city?"

"Seoul."

"My mom is there," Namjoo cheered up. "Maybe you've met."

"I don't know. It's a big city." He said.

"Is it?" she wondered.

"Even I get lost sometimes. There are a lot of districts." He said. "Too many things to do in a day. More than you imagine."

"I can imagine that," Namjoo grinned making him smile in return.

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The next several days he overtook Namjoo's chore of waiting for visitors and showing them around. Imitating her stories and explaining that she was taking sick leave. Alternating between finishing his chores underneath the beating sun and taking care of Sambok.