Clash of Colors

Bitter & Sweet

"How'd you get here?" Sehun questioned as they trekked down the road. The sky had fallen. The dark blue misting into a black curtain. Only the two of them on the road. A mysterious darkness soared overhead teasingly. Namjoo subconsciously groped for the tiny space between them. Taking comfort in the fact that he wasn't too far away.

"You didn't walk?"

"Maybe I did."

He peered at her out from the corner of his eye.

"No, I didn't," she told. "I rode a cab."

"They cheat you," Sehun told. "You should be careful about which one you're riding."

"How am I supposed to know?"

"Don't come here by yourself next time." He chided.

"So I should walk?" she asked.

"No," he said. "Call me. I'll come to you."

For a split second her heart literally stopped. She stared up at him but he didn't look at her, and she wondered if he was just saying it for her own safety.

"What'd you do today?" he asked.

"I watched a series with your aunt," Namjoo told. "We also baked some cookies."

"I've never seen you cook." He remarked.

"I do!" she stated. "You would be surprised at how good I am!"

"You're probably just talking big."

"I am!" she reiterated. Muttering under her breath, "As if you're good at anything."

He nudged her with his elbow. She nudged him back poking him in the ribs. He winced and playfully shoved her. Namjoo rammed into him laughing.

"By the way, you're not going to eat that?" Namjoo asked when she heard the plastic covering the lollipop rustling.

"It's mine. Don't worry about it."

"Did you eat the other one?" Namjoo wondered.

"You don't need to know."

"You ate it, that's why you wanted another one." She scoffed at him. "You're so cheap."

"After I finish this one, will you buy me another one?"

"No." she spat. "You have your own money."

He scowled at her. Reaching the end of the road they turned to head back. Under each eerie glow of the street lamps Namjoo took a glimpse of him. Energized and refreshed now that she had seen him.

"I'll drive you back," Sehun offered when they neared his house.

He rolled the top of his car down, so they could enjoy the cool evening breeze when they sped down the road. Cruising over the bridge above the glistening waters. Into the rest of civilization. Driving up to his aunt Youngja's house.

Unbuckling her seatbelt, Namjoo pushed the door open. "Thanks, Sehun."

"You're welcome. Good night, Namjoo."

Burning with joy she smiled and hurried inside bouncing with happiness. To the loud wailing of a woman when she walked through the door.

"Chunhei!" Youngja staggered toward her, a sobbing mess. Her eager hands cupping her face. Pulling her into her arms, desperately crying into her hair. Over her shoulder Hyunjae tossed his head back, jacket draped over his arm, keys in hand. Across from him his father rubbed his face.

Namjoo helped the uncle settle his wife into bed all the while clinging onto her hand with an iron grip. Promising several times that she wasn't leaving. Calming down at last Namjoo walked toward the door with the uncle. Apologizing, "I'm sorry, I didn't think I would be gone very long."