Clash of Colors

Swarm of Feelings

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Minjae scoffed, appalled. "What was that about?"

"None of your business." Sehun said. "Why are you here?"

"I heard you were a little rough with my brother." Minjae tucked his hands into his pockets, intimidating him. "Just wondering if everything was ok."

"He tattle to you?"

The club friend laughed with a hiss. "I wouldn't say." Eyes on the house, "I heard he picked up a girl you were angry about. That her?"

"I said it's none of your business."

"Hey, man, I'm not trying to start something with you. Just wondering." He shrugged coolly. "So, where'd you disappear to? You got married or something?"

"No," Sehun flatly answered, "and again, it's none of your business."

Minjae rolled his eyes. Nudging his shoulder with a fist. "We're cool." Gesturing his chin toward the house, "Introduce me sometime. Are you planning on coming out tonight?"

"I'm not in the mood."

"All right." Minjae backed tracked. "Call whenever then."

Sehun waited till he was around the corner before flinging the door open and walked across the yard. Namjoo was at the bottom of the staircase. Coming to a stop he looked at her. The chicken girl and all. In her jeans and t-shirt. Energetically roaming her farmland when he arrived in Gimje. With Sambok. Who trekked every Thursday with the children to the farm next door to see the man she had a crush on.

Innocent and naïve. Eyes shimmering as she traced her fingers over the clothing in the store. Mouthing breaking in awe at every item on display. Gladly holding up every pretty dress to stare at. Too shy to try them on.

And she didn't know why his father had made him go down to their farm. Work his hands and feet under the glare of the sun, sweating every hour of the day. Depriving him of his money and convenience of life.

This passionate girl who just liked joking around didn't quite know his background. Or understand that his hobbies consisted of doing nothing at all, but spending money, glorifying women for what they could give him.

Namjoo wouldn't understand why his first non-intimate relationship was with her. Realizing he had gotten carried away by getting involved in her mode of life.

So, in what kind of light would she see him when she learned he was an irresponsible brat?

"Was that your friend?" Namjoo wondered.

"Yea..."

"Oh...if you want to do something with him, you don't have to mind me," Namjoo said.

Walking by he brushed her off, "I'm tired. If you want to do something, you're going to have to do it yourself."

Passing her he headed up the stairs closing the door to his room.

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Maybe he was angry she had taken up too much of his time. Namjoo hurried up after him only to find out he'd closed the door to his room. Deciding not to bother him, she went into hers. Organized her new belongings excitedly. Since Sehun's relatives were coming over on the weekend she would wear her new dress then, to look decent in front of them.

Bored, she went back downstairs. Sitting in the living room flipping through the channels. Fidgeting, because she wasn't used to being glued in front of the television. Her muscles tingled with the need to do something. Switching the keys off she returned upstairs. Discovering that Sehun's door was still closed. Perhaps she shouldn't bother him.