Ace of Hearts

Coming to Terms

Palming his chest Namjoo pushed him away.

"I...I can do it myself!" Twisting and turning, Namjoo halted heating neck down when she nearly bumped into the counter. Pivoting the other direction, she scurried upstairs slamming the door to the bathroom louder than expected. Turning on the faucet she splashed water over her face.

Darn Sehun!

Darn him!

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His heart was racing.

That was all he could focus on when Namjoo left him standing there. It really took a few moments of grappling thin air for control again. By then the cake had been baking for 10 minutes. Namjoo had still not yet come back down.

Was she upset with him again?

He couldn't help himself. Anticipating her reactions made him want to play around again and again.

The oven beeped signaling the cake was done. He pulled it out to cool on the counter and stared longingly out the doorway. Sehun had thought about doing nice things today. Four days was a limited amount of time. Soon he'd be back to work. Now was the best time to get closer to Namjoo.

Going upstairs he went in search of her. Definitely not in either of the guest rooms. Yes, they were still unlocked because he knew Namjoo would leave his room first chance she got. And he didn't want to rouse gossip among the housekeepers that might spread to his parents.

Veering toward his bedroom he found her laying on the bed watching something off her phone. Appearing secluded and at peace without him to bother her.

Today, he promised himself, he would give it up.

Walking right up to her he asked, "Want to ice the cake?"

Like a pouty child whose mother just told her time out was over, Namjoo silently gave him a look then got up. Sauntering downstairs after him she eyed the cake pan.

"And I get to decorate it." Namjoo declared. Swiping the butterknife off the side she went right down to business. Licking off a good forkful once finished. Unscrewing a bottle of sprinkles, she shook it covering the entire cake generously.

"Fork," she commanded.

"We should at least cut it." Sehun remarked.

"Why bother when it's just two of us?" Namjoo questioned. "Give me a fork."

Relenting he grabbed one from the dishrack. "But," he held the utensil at bay, "I want to say something."

A brow deepened over her eye. "What now? Can't we just eat?"

"I'm older than you, remember. You should listen to me sometimes at least." He reminded.

"So what?" Namjoo countered. Drawing an invisible line with her hand, she said, "In this act we're both pretty much at the same level."

He lightly flicked her cheek. Yelping Namjoo covered her face glowering at him.

In retaliation she mumbled, "Old man."

Scoffing, he let it go because it was her. "To celebrate the start of our first term."

"Of what?"

"Husband and wife."

Rolling her eyes, she muttered, "You're going to keep that up." Louder, "It's nonsense really. I'm only doing it when your parents are around. You know that, right?"

"Then it's a promise," he offered her the fork. "We'll do better to work it out."

Namjoo shot him a long frown. Snatching the fork from him she stabbed the cake and took a big, greedy bite. Sehun watched with a giant smile.