Blindsided

Deterred Partnership

She staggered away when Byungwook moved toward her. Incited to run away. Unprepared for a confrontation with her ex lover. Because indeed, a lot had gone down between them.

Fully avoiding him as she briskly passed Sehun on her way back.

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Sehun stopped when Namjoo brushed past. Slightly following her with his eyes before turning to stare at the man that had called for her. From head to toe he was very casually dressed. Nothing too special or significant that flaunted his image. The guy barely stood out.

Their eyes briefly met. Offering nothing Sehun wheeled around after Namjoo. Easily bypassing her thanks to his longer legs. Jerking when he touched her arm. A glare shot his way. Apparently, still upset.

"We're not done." Was all he said. His car lights blared as he unlocked it. Opening the side door, he waited for her to get in. Namjoo stubbornly refused to budge.

"Is it your hobby to fight with me?" he asked. Angling his jaw toward her he said, "Want to punch me again?

Purposefully bumping into him she slid into his car, yanking the seatbelt spitefully. It was starting to get late into the day. There was no point returning to the station. Their other teammates would have paused investigation to catch a break. Either Ahn Changmo would have to give in and finally talk or the thief make her next move, wasting time dawdling was pointless.

At least for today.

Once he got the copy of the camera tape, he'd research tomorrow. And unless they discovered collective evidence about Junmyeon's restaurant he couldn't do anything. Something about that guy was fishy. Sehun would bet his entire rent on it.

They pulled up to the mart. The parking lot so bloated he had to park a long way away from the entrance. Namjoo's eyes landed on the granite building underneath those slanted brows.

"You're joking," she muttered.

"Get out." He pushed the door open catching her shooting him a look of repulsion. Shoving the door open she followed him.

The store opened up to the fruit/vegetable section. The checkout aisle stretched down their left. Boisterous chatter resonated around them.

"Are we arresting someone here?" Namjoo asked. Several nearby customers looked at them.

"No." he replied.

"Then I'm leaving." Namjoo swiveled toward the door.

"You can't exit this side." he said, which immediately stopped her. Sehun received another hostile stare before walking off. Once again, Namjoo was forced to follow.

He grabbed bananas, green onion, a pack of noodles, and a bag of chips. Sulking like a moody child forced along on a shopping trip instead of to a hangout with friends, Namjoo stayed five steps behind silently.

The sun had dipped lower into the sky when they finally left. He said nothing the rest of the ride driving all the way back to that yellow crumbling house. No thank you or you didn't have to dripped from her lips. Namjoo just unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out, which signaled she really detested him today.

Maybe he should apologize for cuffing her. Then on the other hand, he had let her punch him in retaliation. They were more than even.

Pulling the bananas out of the bag he pushed the door open, stepping out. Meeting Namjoo just as she started to cross the street. Holding out the bag, he said, "Take it."

If her eyes could shoot fire, he'd probably suffer third degree burns. Luckily, no human wielded such power.

"I don't want it." She spat.