Clash of Colors

One More Time

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"Thank you," Namjoo thanked the vendor. Walking back to Sehun she handed him the key to his bike. She had paid since he had taken her to the store yesterday.

"This doesn't mean you're debt free yet." Sehun held up the key for her to see.

"Why?"

"I said I'll think about it, and this isn't it." He walked over to one of the bikes and unplugged it from where it was locked.

"You're prickly," Namjoo said. "I didn't ask you to come."

"That was a total invite telling me where you were going." He got onto the bike.

Namjoo frowned at him. "If I recall, you asked."

"Can't hear you." He said riding ahead.

Making a face, Namjoo hopped onto her bike to chase him. Smacking the back of his head and laughing as she raced ahead.

"Hey!" he called out chasing her down the trail.

The wind blast into her face. Tasting the salt in the air. Listening to the people surrounding her. Sehun threatening to catch up to her. Gently touching the back of her head as he passed and sticking his tongue out at her. For a few minutes they chased each other around the park. Gaining speed, slowing down near the peak where the land dropped off to the rocks below.

Panting, Namjoo put down the brake and joined him near the rocks. Sweating with her hair tangled around her head. Below the waves rushed up against the boulders. Foaming. Sliding back into the deep blue. Overhead the birds cried out. Flying like shadows across the sun cascading above the water. Melting into the skyline. Where way beyond the green mountains flushed out in deep shades of blue and green. Picture perfect with the white sailboats floating down the river.

"It's pretty," Namjoo complimented, awed.

"I suppose."

"You should appreciate it," Namjoo said. "The world."

He glanced at her. "Why?"

"Because it's never ending. The sun always falls and returns, but it's always there. An earthly presence to fall back on. One night you go to sleep sad, but you wake up and the sun has risen again. To start a new day, do something different." Namjoo said. "It's what my dad says. You should find something to be happy about during the day before turning the lights off, because there are too many things to be sad and angry about. So, it's pretty. The sun that lights up the rest of the world."

When he made no remark, she turned to find him observing her. Catching his eyes, she asked, "What?"

Turning away he asked, "So, what made you happy today?"

"Mmm..." Namjoo leaned back. "Your mom letting me use her purse. Your dad eating the rest of my chocolates." She tried not to pay too much attention to her warm cheeks, "You coming here."

Biting her lower lip, she stole a glance at him. Kind of glad, kind of disappointed when he didn't react.

Clearing her throat, "What about you?"

Getting up, he said, "I'm not telling you."

Scowling she followed him back to her bike. "You listen to my cheesy talk and you don't say anything."

"No one asked." He said kicking his brake off the ground and got onto his bike.

"No one asked," she imitated riding after him.

He bought a bottle of water after they returned their bikes. Offering it to her. Spraying her face instead when she reached for it. She spent the rest of the early afternoon chasing him. Running across the field. Fighting over the water bottle when she caught him. Laughing and spilling the rest of the contents over their clothes until they depleted the entire bottle.