A Way Home

On the Loom

A wave of panic punched her in the face. Namjoo witnessed her brother's eyes rounding. Landing on her, inquiring for answers about the man walking out of her bathroom with her towel around his waist.

"Kiwan," Namjoo breathed, but he never turned to her. His eyes narrowed very slightly. Steely staring at shocked Sehun.

"Why don't you get dressed first?" Kiwan asked somehow not sounding like he was about to throw a punch through the wall, which he was totally capable of doing.

The door to her bedroom shut. Her brother immediately wheeled around on her. Stern eyes widening. He didn't have to say anything. Everything about his stiffening stance said he wanted quick answers before Sehun got dressed.

"His name's Sehun," Namjoo twiddled with her fingers. Nervously twining her fingers together, she could feel her voice turning into a mousy squeal, aware this was not how they were supposed to meet. "I like him."

Kiwan literally snarled quietly enough that Sehun didn't have to hear, "He slept here?"

Namjoo shrank under her brother's scrutinizing gaze.

Irritably gasping he held a hand up to her face, "Forget it. I don't even want to know."

Moving away from her he dropped the bag of junk food onto her table. Giving the uncooked food on her stove one judging glance.

"Air out the place, Namjoo." He didn't even look at her. "It reeks."

Rushing past him, Namjoo grabbed the air freshener tucked under her television set and started spraying randomly. Anxious, afraid what her brother might have to say about Sehun. She was aware Kiwan would have a lot to say. Even more about Sehun than he had about Hopyung the first time he met him when they had dinner at an Italian restaurant once.

"That's enough," he called out.

Clutching the spray between her breasts, Namjoo turned when the bedroom door cracked open and Sehun stepped out in the clothes from yesterday.

What had she gotten him into?

Kiwan's expression suddenly grew gentler. Directly eyeing Sehun, he asked, "Why don't you help me prepare breakfast while Namjoo runs out to buy napkins?"

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It was apparent Namjoo had not expected her brother to visit. Uneasiness was apparent as day on her face. Her brown eyes dancing between him to her brother. Then she quietly left leaving him alone with her brother, who had similar brows, nose, and mousy lips.

Although he smiled kindly Sehun sensed apprehension from him. Of course, walking in on a man with his baby sister would all but put him off. Sure, that told the brother much about him.

But Sehun didn't love Namjoo just for sex.

"Sehun, huh?" Kiwan asked. Politely extending his hand, "I'm Kiwan. I'm two years older than Namjoo. We have another brother, Kitaek, but he's much older so I'm closer to Namjoo."

Sehun courteously shook his hand.

He was familiar with this. A man displaying his importance. Putting his print on his territory as a warning. But lucky for Sehun, he knew how to hold his line. As if everything in his life had prepared him for this moment.

"Looks like Namjoo was up to something," Kiwan headed into the kitchen to observe the meat on the stove that had hardened because they'd not been put in the fridge. He mumbled, "She's just as bad at this as she was at home."

Sehun opened his mouth when Kiwan dumped the meat into the trash bin. Perhaps it was a good thing he hadn't said Namjoo had been preparing to cook before they'd gone to bed together. Her brother aggressively tossed the pan into the sink where it caused a bang.