Ace of Hearts

The First View

Showing them upstairs, Sehun directed the deliveryman to leave the portraits by the wall. When he left his mother decided, "Let's hang this one on the wall. It would be so sweet waking up to see this picture and be reminded of the day you two got married."

Glancing at Namjoo like he wasn't there, she asked for agreement, "What do you think?"

Her eyes enlarged. Sehun swore Namjoo even took a tiny step back as if appalled. Still, she made the effort to smile, "Uh...yes, mother, that's a great idea."

Touching the portraits his mother compressed her pretty pink lips, pinching her eyes back for thought. Shuffling through the portraits, she opted, "Let's hang this one downstairs. It's less intimate and easier on the eyes when you have guests."

"Y...yes." Namjoo again.

The corner of his lips inched up.

"Then, that's decided. I'll call someone to come help put the pictures up." His mother happily concluded.

Breakfast was finally completed by the time his mother left them alone. At the table Namjoo continuously massaged her temples.

"Why can't we stick the pictures in the two unused rooms?" She muttered. "I never want to see them again."

"Room one is for the baby. Room two is for guests. It is totally unnecessary."

Namjoo gave him a fiery glare. "There is no baby. And who cares if your friends stare at the pre-wedding portraits while sleeping over?"

"If mom said so, we will do so," Sehun said. "Conversation finished. If you're not going to eat the rolled omelet, I will."

Tersely shooting him the last of her glare, she stabbed the roll with her fork and shoved it into her mouth.

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Sehun really stayed home all day with her. Hugging the couch, she spent the afternoon laying down, flipping through the channels watching reruns and random daily sitcoms. Absorbed in something interesting at last when Sehun came from out of nowhere, stole the remote and inserted some workout DVD into his player.

"What are you doing?" Namjoo demanded immediately sitting up.

"I'm working out." he explained. Glancing over his shoulder, "Do you want to join me?"

Chucking the couch pillow at him, she shouted, "No! Turn it off! I was watching tv!"

"Being lazy all day is unhealthy for your body." Sehun continued as some female in tight shorts and a too buff male duo popped up on the screen. Naturally copying their movements, Sehun asked, "You're really not going to join me?"

"No!" Refusing Namjoo left the couch and stomped upstairs. Then an hour and a half later sweating crazily and smelling like he hadn't washed for days; he came upstairs to tell her she could have the tv. But the television series already ended.

That had been hours ago. First day home with Sehun was already starting to stress her.

Slamming the shower off Namjoo dried herself and pulled on a new change of clothes. Regrettably eyeing the locked guest room when she stepped out of the bathroom. Till now Sehun had yet to unlock it. So much dust must have gathered inside. She longed for the unused bed that she once slept in.

Shifting toward Sehun's room she made a face. Upset yet over the missing long pillow. Refusing to see what Sehun was up to she walked right past the bed and tossed her clothes into the bin. Swiveling around to climb onto her side, curl up, turn away from him, and sleep she, instead, froze.