Clash of Colors

Falling

Instinctively, his lips twitched threatening to form a smile. His mouth parted when Namjoo turned away from the window disappearing out of view. Gluing his lips together he headed inside. Heard voices coming from the foyer. Appearing right on time to find his father shaking Namjoo's hands. The old man appeared as jolly as day.

"Stay as long as you'd like," he welcomed. "Of course, our home is your home, too."

"Yes, thank you." Namjoo politely smiled.

Looking at him, his father asked, "Did you show her to her room?"

"I did," Sehun replied.

Turning away from him, his father graciously said, "Tell your father I said hi, and not to worry. We'll take very good care of you."

"Yes, sir. I will."

"Go on and rest. It must have been a long trip to the city," his father urged. Turning to his wife he said as they walked off, "Lets have a feast tonight." then his voice trailed off as they disappeared around the corner.

Namjoo waited until they were out of earshot. Linking her hands behind her she commented, "You look just like his twin. Mini me."

"Stop it before I glue your mouth shut."

Smugly grinning, "I bet you don't have glue."

He made a face at her.

Changing the topic, she said, "You have a cherry blossom tree outside."

Walking past him she peered out the window. Mouth opening in awe. Deciding he could feed her curiosity, he said, "Over here."

Namjoo followed him out the back door. Stepping outside with him. To view the open sky. The delicate pinks against the charming earth. The other private homes beyond the border. More leaves fluttered to the ground. Twirling, dancing. Mulling, "How pretty."

"Of course. It's an enclosed space, so it's not as big as your farm," Sehun said.

"Obviously. You have to own properties here." She commented. Eyes on him, "Your house is pretty big. No wonder you whined so much."

"Did not."

Namjoo scoffed at him. Like always, making fun of him. Breathing a laugh, he turned away to enjoy the backyard scenery with her.

That evening after dinner, Sehun went through his closet for some extra towels. To be nice he would let Namjoo shower first. Just in case there wasn't any fresh towels he knocked on her door. The door opened a moment later. A pair of jeans and a shirt hung over her arm.

Catching his glance, she explained embarrassed, "Uh...it's...I was going to change."

"To sleep?" he blurted.

Her eyes fluttered more embarrassed. Holding the clothes closer to her body, "Well I...wasn't that prepared." Explaining at the speed of light, "I said I was just staying for one day."

Realizing her situation, he said, "Wait here." Disappearing back into his room. Anxiously pausing before digging through his drawers. Returning with a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. "Here."

"Huh?" she stared at his offering.

"You can't sleep in those. It's uncomfortable." He urged his clothes toward her forcing her to accept. "Anyway, it doesn't matter." Struggling not to become bashful, he said coolly, "Tomorrow I'll take you to the store. So, for tonight, you can wear these."

"Then uh...thanks."

"And, here." He gave her his towel. "The one in the bathroom is mine, so don't use that one."