A Way Home

Mine Mine

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Tennis shoes was a big mistake. Not only did her feet sink with every step but tiny grains of sands swam into her shoe. Namjoo ended up taking her shoes off, carrying them with her, and walking barefoot beside Sehun.

"It's so pretty," Namjoo gasped staring into the bay at the pine trees and rock structures. "It's such a shame we can't go that far out."

They had trekked past the family infested waters into the area with lone adults floating into the water. Basking on their tubes as the waves carried them. The water was so cleanly blue Namjoo had to keep staring. Trapped in the city with the demands to make a living getting out to the seaside for an hour of freedom had sounded too tiring. She was glad she had come.

"The water's as pretty as Jeju Island's. It's so glassy and crystal like," Namjoo mused. "The sunshine looks like diamonds on water, don't you think?"

No answer.

Namjoo wondered if she'd been giving some sort of monologue. Was she that boring for talking about water?

The second Namjoo began turning something rammed into her. Expecting to fly forward, but she didn't. Arms locked around her waist like a vice. She shrieked when her legs were lifted off the sand. It hit her a second later it was Sehun playing around. About to carry her into the water.

"No!" she yelped.

The surprise of the abruptness of the act suddenly became the last of her worry as well as the shock that Sehun was doing this. Curling her legs up she continued screaming happily as they sloshed into the ocean and Sehun twirled her around once. The wind whizzed past gluing her eyes shut, but the thrill of it made her laugh endlessly. He finally set her down gently and she witnessed one of the biggest smiles she'd seen yet on his face.

She hit him playfully.

Truthfully this should be weird. Having a date with her CEO, who had come onto her out of the blue. Yet he wasn't her boss right now.

Sehun was just a man enjoying a normal day with her. And he was turning out to be harmless though she'd wondered if she should be scared at the beginning.

"It's cool now, right?" he asked removing a loose strand of hair off the crook of her neck.

The force of the abrupt play and spin had left him panting, but suddenly Namjoo started breathing heavier. Her heart fluttered upon the gesture. The intimacy of his hands brushing her skin like air whistling past her. It was teasing.

The other thing, he was quite the looker. Sweating. Glistening dew drops clung to his hairline. Namjoo didn't dismiss the way his chest bobbed up and down as he caught his breath. He was hot with every inch of manliness.

Namjoo didn't know what to do about it.

Her eyes timidly swayed downwards only to catch his plain gray t-shirt hugging his torso. Imagining the tightly woven muscles underneath the material.

"Come on," Sehun said unaware of the dangerous thoughts lingering on her mind. "I left my shoes behind."

Namjoo watched him walk out of the water first. Felt the water calmly wash up onto shore. Cutting through her feet as she noticed he'd rolled up his pants while she'd been talking aloud to herself. His calves were built up with a good amount of muscle. Leg hair fair and dark.

He was all the man she could imagine.

Today he'd invited her out on a date. Because he was interested in her.

It was a good thing.

Energized Namjoo rushed forward slamming into him. Grabbing the sides of his shirt intending to knock him over. She foolishly did no damage, but cause him to budge half a step during the crash.