Clash of Colors

The Things You Never Knew

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When Namjoo alighted from the train she immediately drowned into the crowd combusting around her. Struggling to push herself through the onslaught of bodies. Dodging heavy bags, poked by a purse, and nearly stabbed by an umbrella. Sucking in a breath when she finally left the hundreds of heads behind her.

Appalled by the huge advertisements on the walls Namjoo mulled over them. Shots of the lakeside. Beautiful models advertising makeup. One look around her and she saw occupied busybodies. Trendily dressed. Earbuds in. On their phones. Cooped up in their tiny bubbles.

No one neverminded her. If someone in town had seen her, they'd come up to ask her what she was doing and what she was looking for. Feeling out of place Namjoo walked over to a wall bench and sat down. Searching for her phone.

It was dead.

"Oh no..." she murmured to herself tapping the screen. Desperately trying to power it on. The screen remained black.

Lifting her head showed a suddenly empty platform. The gazillions of people from before had disappeared. Unease traveled through her veins. What was she going to do? Realizing suddenly, she didn't even have Sehun's number or his address.

Reality dawned on her. Her head turned upon footsteps. A shabby man with a ripped jacket and dark beanie glanced at her as he walked past. Smelling of sweat and urine. Namjoo eased toward the end of the bench. Shrinking herself.

Tapping her screen desperately again.

"Do you need help?" Namjoo's head shot up surprised. The tall man in front of her leaned back apologetically. "Did I shock you? Sorry."

Blinking, Namjoo observed him. He had a crew cut. Looked in his middle twenties, and like a model in one of those magazines at the salon advertising his hair. A handsome city boy with higher than average good looks. He was pretty slim, too. Kind of like Sehun.

"Uh...no..." Namjoo quietly murmured.

Noticing the phone in her hand he offered, "Your phone died?"

"Y...yes," Namjoo replied. "I forgot my charger."

He smiled bringing out the glimmer in his almond shaped eyes. "I can show you where. Want to come with me?"

Her lips pried open. Glancing around at her unfamiliar surroundings. Seemed only the homeless were hanging around now. Lying on the ground. Covered in newspapers. Slumped over on the benches. All of them men.

The city boy sounded like her best option.

Looking at him, Namjoo stood. "Ok."

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The rush of traffic was more noticeable than anything. Flurrying by with gusts of wind. Whipping her hair over her face. Following the city boy up the stairs outside. The night air was indeed different than home.

Smooth. Crisp.

"Whoa!" Namjoo exclaimed soaking in all the pretty lights shining from towering buildings, businesses along the blocks. The headlights zipping past like lightning bugs racing.

"Is it that amazing?" the city boy wondered with a broad smile.

"It is," Namjoo said then followed him down the road. Passing a group of young ladies who smelled like fruits and flowers. Namjoo stared after them stricken. So pretty in tight jeans and dresses.

"So, where are you from?" he asked.

"Gimje."

"Oh? So far away." he noted. "What are you doing all the way here?"