Ace of Hearts

It's Set in Stone

He dragged her all the way down the hall, through another intersecting corridor, around a corner, past another kitchen, and where else Namjoo couldn't keep track. Until they burst out the back door into a well-lit area somewhere that was not the front yard.

No time to think. Namjoo wheeled around on him about to go off.

He very well stole the chance before she tried. "Who are you?"

Namjoo gasped flabbergasted that he would have the galls to ask her. She should be the one interrogating. Flinging a finger between her, him, her, and him again Namjoo bit her lower lip then dropped her hand giving up.

She walked a small circle like a puppy deciding which spot was the most comfortable to curl up on, trying to put together what just occurred. Spinning to him prepared this time. "You!" She shouted. "You were drunk! I drove you home." Catching herself, she narrowed her eyes and tiptoed toward him. "Unless you were lying the entire time and you planned this!"

Poking her forehead with his forefinger, he pushed her back. "In fact, in a moment of shock I just woke up."

Spitting a gasp, Namjoo put her hands on her hips. "Shock or shocker, the fact is that I've surpassed your state of shock. Go back in there and tell your parents I'm not pregnant!"

"You said you wanted two hundred." His eyes closed in on her despite them being three steps apart.

"You heard that?" immediately spurted from her lips. Quickly catching her slip up, Namjoo re-bargained, "I want more."

"Then," he smirked devilishly, "get ready to stay."

The confidence Namjoo faintly experienced flew out the window. "What?"

Passing her, he opened the back door. "Welcome home...right, I didn't get your name."

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His mother scurried out of the kitchen toward him when he returned. His usual father stoic and grim was seated on the three-seater, legs crossed, all business-like. A housekeeper had been roused awake to clean the spill on the floor.

"Sehun," his mother rushed to him. A quick peek at Namjoo and her voice softened, "We've put your belongings on the table." She gestured to the hot pink purse on the coffee table, all condiments stuffed inside.

"Oh...uh...thanks." Namjoo murmured.

Putting his arm around Namjoo he pushed her forward to his side. "This is Kim Namjoo. We were," he glanced at her, signaling with the width of his eyes for her to go with the flow, "just celebrating at her village before returning."

"Returning?" His mother repeated confused.

"I mean as in bringing her home." Sehun clarified. "I'm taking responsibility."

His father harrumphed interrupting him. Getting up with a grunt he grumbled, "We'll talk tomorrow." Huffing unhappily, he disappeared around the corner.

His mother hesitated after his father, paused, and turned to them. "Get some rest. It's late now."

She gave Namjoo a last glance, as if she wanted to talk more then silently went after his father. Sehun stared after them certainly aware he'd thwarted everything to come.

Letting go of Namjoo he veered around to walk off. "Come on."

"Where are we going?" she hurried after him.

"My house."

"Aren't we in your house?"

"Not here."