Clash of Colors

One of a Kind

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"Where is Sehun?" her father asked when she headed downstairs after her shower. He was in the living room releasing Sambok from his manmade cage. Letting him slowly test out his legs.

"I don't know. His room?" Namjoo replied.

"Tell him to come out. We're going to eat."

"Ok, sire." Namjoo gave him a salute then turned down the hallway. Pushing the door open. Surprised because she thought it would have been locked.

The room was empty. Shockingly. Backing up Namjoo about closed the door, but stopped. Her eyes landed on the tiny potted flower she had placed in his room. Having forgotten about it. It wasn't dead yet. The tiny green leaves were a healthy color and its pink buds were blossoming just perfectly.

Walking further into the room Namjoo stared at it. The flower was still alive. After all this time. A smile creeped onto her face. Taken by the fact that Sehun had kept it watered. He was starting to surprise her more and more.

Jolly, she called as she walked outside, "I think he's outside. I'll go look for him."

She couldn't hear what he father said because she'd already closed the door. Peering into the distance toward the cows she saw he wasn't there. The evening was cooler now. A small chill was settling in, but not enough to require a sweater. Perfect for a stroll. The sun not too blinding. Creating a glazed golden hue along the horizon. It was the kind of weather perfect for shorts, sandals, a spaghetti top but Namjoo was in jeans, her old converse high tops stained with dirt, and a t-shirt. The wind breezed by carrying with it cotton fluffs from the nearby fields where stalks were high and uncared for.

Walking toward the barn she found him petting Klairs. Bringing a smile to her face. If he just exchanged his expensive flannel shirt for a simple t-shirt and basic pants, he would blend right in with them. Sehun still looked very much the native city person he was. That was where he belonged. That was where his roots were. Like she belonged here with her father and the animals, and Sambok.

"Are you best friends or something?" Namjoo asked walking up to them. "I thought you said you wouldn't touch her."

"You wish." Sehun said. Klairs nudged him when he stopped touching her.

"Really? Looks like she thinks opposite." Namjoo grinned. "Don't let her get a crush on you or she'll be heartbroken when you leave."

"Funny." He made a face at her.

"Father wants you to come in for dinner." Namjoo stopped by them. Petting Klairs between the ears she said, "And stop feeding her so much."

Rubbing her under the chin, Sehun asked, "I saw you have a bike."

"Oh..." she laughed, "so you saw." Noticing his gaze from the corner of his eye she explained, "Well, I said a horseback ride here is a once in a lifetime experience. I just wanted to make it an unforgettable memory for you."

"Sure," he monotonously said.

"Why?" she wondered. "Are you angry because you're scared of heights?"

Sehun kind of rolled his eyes. "Want to go for a bike ride?"

"What?"

She watched him walk away to lug the bike out from behind the bale of hay. Getting on he gestured his head, "Get on."

Flustered, she kind of scoffed, kind of laughed. "You're joking. You're going to go really fast and then topple me over for revenge. Right?"

He frowned. "Maybe I will. Get on."