A Way Home

Lucky in Love

The first thing Sehun did when he returned to his office was sit down on his leatherback chair at his desk. He was so giddy. It all felt like a dream come true.

Namjoo.

Kissing her.

The way she looked at him like so shyly, like only he could make her feel that way.

She was so special.

Pulling out his phone he easily found her number. A click on her name and he changed it to Mine.

In all of his life he'd never had anything like this before. Nothing and no one had belonged to him.

Namjoo was special and he already knew he had dug his own grave.

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Namjoo was still breathless when she arrived home. Never had she been kissed like that before. Her face was still hot. Her heart palpitating abnormally.

Sehun had kissed her so intensely her knees almost buckled. He had held her so gently the mere thought of it made her float on air.

He was so sweet.

She was so lucky.

High on emotions Namjoo took a quick shower, dressed, found a quick meal all while staring at her phone yearning for Sehun's call to come through. Then she went to lay in bed. Phone beside her. Willing it to come to life.

She stared at the darkness. Reimagined Sehun asking to kiss her. Smiling because she hadn't expected it. Everything with him was so serene Namjoo still couldn't believe it was happening.

Sehun liked her.

Her boss.

Her CEO.

He was so handsome and so perfect. She kept thinking he couldn't be real. This was just some illusion she was making up.

Only it wasn't.

Closing her eyes, she tried replaying it again. Sehun's deep kiss. Holding her. The way his mouth had pressed against hers.

Her heart leapt shocked when her phone finally rang. Jolting up Namjoo's hands flew out for her phone, the screen alit bringing her room to life.

"Hello?" she quickly answered with heart racing.

"I'm calling late, sorry." It was Sehun.

"No, no. I...I wasn't sleeping, really," Namjoo hurriedly interjected in case he already wanted say goodnight. She wanted to hear his voice more. It didn't matter how late she had to stay up chatting with him.

Because she wanted to spend more time with him.

Maybe imagine he was right here with her. Of course, not in bed. Yet.

The soft of his laugh made her heart pace faster. He sounded so cute and alluring she wanted to embrace it.

"Sehun," she shyly called, "what are you doing?"

"I'm drafting a speech."

"You're still doing work," she guiltily pointed out. "You didn't have to call."

"I am tired," he confessed, "but hearing your voice energizes me."

Namjoo smiled realizing a little too late that he couldn't see it.

"Namjoo, chat with me," he encouraged.

"Then," she began, "are you hungry?"

"I already ate," he sounded amused.