Ace of Hearts

One Day

Sehun intentionally slammed the door shut with so much force the foundation of his house shook. The abrupt noise sent their heads swiveling his direction. Meeting Namjoo's expression with hard set eyes he walked over nudging her knee with his.

"Move over." He demanded.

"But I'm sitting here." She complained.

"I want to sit there." He steely commanded. "Move."

Hwayi watched their exchange amused.

Clucking her tongue Namjoo scooted away from the arm of the couch. Sehun squeezed into the tiny space forcing Namjoo off to the side, one person away from Hwayi. Lifting his leg up he settled his foot onto the coffee table creating an artificial bridge, further creating a line between Namjoo and the cousin.

"What brings you here?" Sehun asked Hwayi.

"We were just catching up." Hwayi's mouth curled up like a sneaky mouse.

"What's it matter to you?" Namjoo interrogated.

"Sounded exciting," Sehun flatly said with a tone of not much interest. "May I know what was so funny?"

Crossing her arms, Namjoo mumbled, "Don't tell him. He's not going to get it."

Hwayi still had the nerve to mischievously grin. "We were talking about the night Namjoo wore jeans to the opera. We were nearly turned away if my friend didn't come to the rescue and let her borrow a dress."

Sehun stared at the cousin complacently. Unable to understand the humor. Surely, Namjoo must have been a spectacle that evening dressing inappropriately to a classy event. But he did not care an inch.

He just didn't want them to share a bubble of memories.

Hwayi's phone rang. One glance and he said, "Looks like I should go." Rising to his feet, "Let's chat another time, Sehun. Too bad you came a little late." Waving to Namjoo, "We can catch up again next time. Take care of your husband."

Remaining indifferent, Sehun waited until the door closed. Standing he whirled on Namjoo, "Didn't I tell you before, not to let anyone into my home?"

"He's your cousin!" Namjoo stated. Getting to her feet she started walking away, "Geez, what are you getting so uptight about? As soon as you get home, you're grumpy as heck."

"Where are you going?" he went right after her. Coming around to face her. "I'm not finished."

"Well, I am!" Namjoo spat. She intended to walk around him, go up the stairs, but he blocked her.

"I said, I'm not done with you." He huffed. Throwing his arm back, he angrily said, "Hwayi is not just my cousin. He was your client. Do you understand that? And you were sitting there giggling with him like you were flirting with him! What if one of the housekeepers saw?"

Clenching her jaw, she glared at him. "Good, I marred your reputation. Then can I leave?"

The muscles in his neck grew tight as he sucked in a cool breath. "I'm your husband. You should at least show me some respect."

"We're not married!" Namjoo blast into his face. "Stop using that as an excuse! It's all a lie!"

Sehun blinked. The screen of anger suddenly cleared away. A sharp thorn pierced him somewhere inside.

A sheen of confusion fell over him like a haze. Saying nothing he disappeared out the door.

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Blank, a whir of uncertainty crossed through her. Unsure what just happened.

Sehun looked hurt.