Ace of Hearts

Tom & Jerry

Half laughing – half breathing air – all out of embarrassment, leaning forward Namjoo plucked the carrot off his father's plate. The old man so surprised he'd frozen, his hand still clutching the spoon, hovered above his food.

Dropping the chunk of carrot onto the napkin beside her plate, Namjoo rubbed her moist fingers off it. Leaning back into chair she glanced at Sehun's parents. Doing her best to pull the corner of her lips up to smile. Hoping against all hope this wouldn't be the biggest screwup of hers.

She was dead.

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"You are incredulous!" Sehun scolded in the privacy of his home.

Standing furthest from the couch with head lowered, hands clutched in front of her, Namjoo pouted. A gray could of shame hovered over her.

"Before eating, you wait for your husband to sit together. Secondly, wait for your elders to eat first. Don't you know that?" he lectured, voice thick and deep.

"How am I supposed to know that?" Namjoo shot her head up, quick to defend herself. "We don't do that in my house."

"But you're in my house," Sehun strictly reminded.

Grumbling incoherently, Namjoo turned her face to the side so she wouldn't have to look at him.

"Keep that in mind from now on." He iterated.

"Well, you were gone this morning when I woke up. What was I supposed to do when the maid told me to go?" Namjoo argued unjustified.

"She's Cleaner Jin for your information."

"She has a title?!" Namjoo exclaimed.

"Then call her Miss Jin." He huffed.

"That's not what I asked." Namjoo called out.

Swiping his jacket off the back of the recliner by him, he snapped the article irritably. Burrowing his brows out of annoyance, he turned to go. "Come out when you're ready."

"Where are we going?!" her faded voice shouted as he stepped outside and away from the front door.

When Namjoo finally caught up he was standing by the back door of the main manor, arms crossed, tapping a finger impatiently against his bicep. She gave the appearance of a carefree child slouched and upset. Having no word to spare with her he opened the door and went inside.

"The only way outside is through the main building," Sehun explained. "You're not getting out of here unless you go through here first."

"I'm trapped?" Disbelief fluctuated through her tone.

"You might as well be."

"So you mean, I can't even come and go as I like?" Scurrying up to his side, Namjoo peeked up into his face for clarification.

"You don't have a car, do you?" he asked the obvious.

Her eyes swayed a round as she digested the fact. Perking up with relief, she stared at him, "I can drive!"

"But whose car are you going to take?" His keys jingled as he held it up in the air and watched her longingly stare at it, cat eyes ready to pounce. For extra measure Sehun firmly wrapped his fingers around the tool.

Namjoo halted finally realizing what she was getting into. Smirking he continued on. This would teach her not to act out of character when he wasn't around. Closing in on the front door he heard the urgent tapping of her footsteps as she raced toward him. Racing ahead, she plastered her back to the doors. Spread her arms out to block him.