Ace of Hearts

Over Flowers

"Yes, she does."

Racing forward, Namjoo bumped into him. "No, I don't." Looking at the flowers, she asked, "Are those for me?"

"I saw them in the house, but I thought you'd like them."

The freaking guy!

"Well, it's the thought that counts." Namjoo had the guts to say. Sehun glared at her.

"I know it's late, but would you like to..."

"Bye," Sehun slammed the door into his face and clicked the lock into place. Pivoting around, he plucked the flowers out of her hand and walked straight into the kitchen.

Namjoo was quick after him, "Hey! Those are my flowers."

"Didn't you hear him?" Sehun asked chucking them upside down into the trashcan. "He stole them from the house."

"But they're mine now."

Reasoning with her was hopeless! He tossed the oranges onto the counter and warned, "Don't you dare take them out of the garbage."

Stomping past her he went upstairs. Slipping out of his blazer he threw it with vehemence onto the bed. Ongoing frustration was tying his nerves into knots. Nothing was going the way he wanted it to.

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Darn Sehun. Trying to control every corner of her life here. Being stuck here playing his charade wasn't enough for him. Namjoo stuck her tongue at the door. This morning she didn't want to see him at the breakfast table. She was going to wait until he left for work first before going downstairs.

Comfortably sinking into her pillow, she scrolled through her phone searching for something to watch. She may as well entertain herself in the meantime.

Barely three minutes into a sitcom and there was a knock on her door. She let the pause hang before the pounding became faster and more urgent. Sensing who was on the other side, Namjoo ignored it.

"Are you going to open the door?!" Sehun shouted from the other side.

Namjoo let him continue knocking until the noise became unnerving enough for her to toss the blanket over and stomp toward the door to do something about him.

Opening the door just a crack, she turned her head in order to keep him out of sight. "I don't want to eat with you. Bye."

She started swinging the door shut, but Sehun slammed his hand against it forcing her several steps back.

"Hey!" she shouted. "That's not fair!"

"If I say so, you will do so." He ordered.

Namjoo crossed her arms not having it with him. "I don't want to."

He sucked a breath, appearing as if he might blow up in front of her. "If you don't want Cleaner Jin gossiping to my parents you..." his eyes swayed over to the bedside table. Irritation suddenly glazed over his expression. "You!"

Namjoo peered at the flowers she'd taken out of the garbage after he left last night. Back to him, she impishly asked, "So?"

"I told you not to touch them." He half-glared half-frowned.

"But they're mine." Namjoo argued.

Compressing his lips in subtle anger, Sehun stomped over to the table snatching the flowers. Passing her on fast feet he hurried down the stairs.

"Hey!" Namjoo screamed running after him. "I said they're mine!"

Skidding to a halt in time she saw him pushing the cook away from her chopping board, gasping when he started chopping up the flowers like he was finely grounding meat. Pieces of petals flew all over the counter. With a final thwack! Sehun tossed down the knife and looked at her with laser beams in his eyes.