The Flowers We Saw

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When Sehun first saw Namjoo standing by the door his heart had melted. Looking lost and uncertain were attributes he didn't see often. The relief she had breathed when she saw him and Kihoon made his heart swell with glee.

He had known it must have been a hard choice for her to make. Coming to the dinner. Knowing she would run into his parents.

But right now, she looked so serene in the passenger's seat. Staring out the open window as the city lights dashed by. Hair whipping past her face from the breeze. So pretty.

Sehun glanced away. Bringing his attention to the road, because his heart was doing a mad rush. It had been a long time since he'd driven with Namjoo in his car. A tiny thing that made him feel reliable.

Pulling up to the house he killed the engine. An even longer time since he had come here with Namjoo. After they had moved out Namjoo rarely came back. Returning to the house only when there were family events that required her to attend and help around, because she was supposed to. She was his wife. Their daughter-in-law. His parents would never risk being told they had a lazy daughter-in-law.

His good name reflected his parents' as much as Namjoo's behavior with them. It had truly been a burden for her.

Stepping out with him Namjoo closed the door. Not saying anything. No comment about how it'd been a long time since she'd seen the house. If she noticed the rose bushes blooming. A new addition of assorted his mother had added to the garden. He was pretty sure she didn't miss it.

Unlocking the door, he led her inside. The lights had been left on. Namjoo didn't wander off to reminisce past memories. Look at the walls to rekindle any feelings. Sehun didn't rethink much either whenever he came. Thinking more about the cramped apartment they had shared instead, because they had been happier on their own.

"It's upstairs," Sehun told brushing past.

When he'd come to get Kihoon ready with his parents he'd stopped by his old bedroom now a guest room. Dropping off Kihoon's belongings because he had figured he could come back for it and find a reason to stop by Namjoo's later. That had sounded like a reasonable plan. Seeing her at the dinner and seeing her one more time before calling it a night.

Maybe it wasn't meant to be like that today.

Sehun had learned many things in his life. One of it being things never worked out the way he expected. Another lesson relearned tonight.

Opening the door, he stepped inside. Spotting Kihoon's bag sitting by the side of the bed where he last placed it. Grabbing it he spun around intending to tell Namjoo they could leave. Stopping when he saw her running a hand fondly over the dresser where they'd stashed their clothes. One of the first intimate things they'd done when she arrived.

Before moving in, Sehun had rummaged through his room. Struggling to figure out how he could make room for another person. Namjoo would need to cram her belongings with his. All the many useless things lying around could have supported ten homeless people.

During her pregnancy they had shared his room. As Namjoo's belly grew and she gained weight and he often helped pull her up. Massaging her swollen feet and flipping through homestyle magazines together. Laughing when they used her big belly to upright the magazines as they lay here.

That was almost an eon ago.

Their clothes were no longer in the drawers. Nothing in this room belonged to them anymore. Packing up and leaving for good that day to start their lives elsewhere. And yet they were revisiting this place.

The memories always waiting for them to come pick them up.

Setting the bag down at his feet Sehun watched Namjoo. Wondering if a part of her had delved back into the past.