Blindsided

Expectations

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The moon was flashing full force through the window. A slit shining down on where she lay on a futon she had rolled out on the ground. In a guestroom in Junmyeon's house. After declining dinner, she had settled down. Her duffel bag sat against the wall, like a silent shadow. Small. Compressed.

Namjoo didn't budge when the door opened and light infiltrated the guestroom. The door gently clicked shut. Junmyeon's knees cracked as he sat down behind her. A tray of water and food landed beside him.

Just a few hours had passed since she'd knocked Sehun out and made a run for it. By now she supposed he'd be very pissed off with her. He'd be searching his ass for her. Using all his power, because by now he knew she had blindsided him.

Sehun would be coming for her.

With those handcuffs.

With the law.

To be honest, Namjoo didn't feel very great. Using Junmyeon as a safehouse again. On the run after receiving a bit of kindness from someone who had believed in her for a few hours.

But she couldn't be weak. There was still a cause for her to win. Reminding herself she had set foot on this path with a goal in mind.

She could not quit.

She could not lose.

"Eat something." Junmyeon spoke up.

Pushing herself up Namjoo looked at her long-time friend. Moving the blanket aside she took the tray and set it down in front of her. She grabbed the spoon but did not lift it up to her mouth. For once really lacking the appetite.

For her entire existence, she was sorry for creating so much trouble.

"I'm going after him," Namjoo told staring at the homemade spicy noodles. "With Mr. Ha. I'm going to end it. Actually, I don't know what comes after. I'll deal with the consequences, so don't worry."

"I never said I didn't forgive you," Junmyeon said. "You've known me this long; do we still need to say things like that?"

Namjoo scoffed, kind of laughed, but to be very honest...she was relieved. So relieved she could have cried.

"I know. Rong knows. What happens to us if we hold those things in our hearts?" Junmyeon asked.

Namjoo managed a small smile.

"Is he looking for you?"

Sehun, he meant.

"He'll close in on us eventually," Namjoo explained. "I don't have much time to waste."

Junmyeon's eyes settled on her determinedly. "I'll help you."

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Incheon. Turned out, Namjoo's family was not very far from the capital city. Sehun made the trip early morning after an uneventful night. He hadn't slept for seven of his eight-hour night. Tossing. Turning. Unable to stop thinking about Namjoo choking him unconscious.

When he'd had good intentions!

He had wanted to help her!

Forget it. Forget it he repeated to himself.

Play time was over.

Sehun drove up to a brown duplex flanked by a huge green yard. Empty of bushes or trees. Just a house surrounded by the noises of the transportation hub of a city. Booming with railroad stations and a large population.

A white jeep Cherokee sat at the side parking. He had called earlier to inform he would be coming by with questions. A gruff son had answered before passing the phone over to a much older woman, Namjoo's aunt he assumed. Kim Mi. An odd short name, but Kim Mi was almost 65 years old. She had two adult sons and a husband who ran an air/heat conditioning business. A company that thrived because winters were harsh and summers baking hot. It was a job that gave him much travel distance. Today he was also not home. Good, because Sehun just wanted the woman.