Clash of Colors

The Best

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"Mom!" Namjoo whirled on her when the door close. Angry that she had chosen to put Sehun on the spot, humiliate him.

Dumping his glass of water into the sink she turned the cup upside down. Turning to her, "You should know better." Gasping appalled, "Hugging a man?! A man! Don't you know that guys only want to feel your breasts when they hug you?! You don't understand what men like that are after?"

Namjoo's face reddened. More out of rage than embarrassment. She snarled, "You don't even know him."

"I don't know him?" she repeated perplexed. "He just admitted he has no job. You expect a man like that to look after you? How is he going to care you? Shuck through garbage disposals to feed you? Don't kid me!"

Namjoo glared at her. "I'm shocked that you care."

"What did you say?" her mother hissed.

"That you would act like you care," Namjoo spat. "You didn't ask about Hyejoo. You didn't even ask to see the family she grew up with, but you want to sue them?!" Namjoo's eyes bugged out. "You're fucking ridiculous! You only care about restoring justice for yourself. What about my sister?! Your other daughter?! Have you asked about her?! Have you felt a pint of grief when I told you..." her voice shook, her eyes welled up, "that she was dead? You didn't even ask about her resting place. But you want to sue the family that raised her? You're a joke, mom."

Gritting her teeth Namjoo held back her tears. "You sue them because you're angry. You sue them for the injustice our family had to go through when we couldn't find Hyejoo, but you also ask about the family that took her. If they loved her, if they fed her. That they mourned for her, that it's more complicated than just a piece of paper put together for court. And you don't just act like you care about my life."

Turning away Namjoo strut back to her room. Slamming the door behind her.

The rage soaring through her felt like it wouldn't calm. Pressing her palm against her forehead, Namjoo slowly inhaled, exhaled. Feeling frustration at its max. Slumping against the door she buried her face into her knees.

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Wide awake Sehun stared up at the ceiling. Those words chased themselves in his head hauntingly. Reflections of what his father had advised for him.

But no one seemed to know that it was easier said than done.

Turning onto his side he stared at the old lollipops Namjoo had gotten for him. Stale now. Stiff and hard. Inedible. The flower in the tiny pot was dead. No matter how many times he had watered it in hopes to revive it, it would never be the same.

But he couldn't let any of it go.

He didn't want to hurt so bad. He didn't want to leave Namjoo hanging. He wanted to make her proud.

Someday he wanted to marry her.

But he was still nothing.

He was a person Namjoo's parents wouldn't approve.

But he didn't want to part from her in order to find his way.

Sehun could not give her up.

The thought of it hurt too much, but how could he just stand around when she was having such a hard time? What kind of person did that make him?

He wanted her to be happy. He wanted her to have an easy life. And that didn't seem to be here where he was.

Grabbing his phone, he turned it on. Staring at his wallpaper. The photo of Namjoo on the orange farm. A smile crawled onto his lips. Days that seem long gone. The two of them on her farm. Namjoo and Sambok always pulling his leg. Namjoo who loved the animals with her big heart. Namjoo who was happiest on the farm.