On Thin Air

Origin

A phone went off noisily. The person in bed moaned, annoyed. Clicking her tongue. Turning onto her side to blindly snatch it off the bedside table. Outside wasn't fully nighttime. Stars were yet to make their appearance, threading around the moon. Street lights had flicked on during the time they'd slept. Evening was at a good standstill.

Drowsily forcing her eyes open to take a peek at the time. Groaning this time Namjoo pulled herself up. Pressing a hand against her eyes to clear her blurry vision. Also hoping the seconds would slow down because she didn't want to get up from her warm area. Then looking at the time on her phone again.

More annoyed now, she kicked her legs over the side of the bed and slipped from out of the sheets. Using the full moonlight shining into the hotel room through the windows. After arriving they hadn't bothered with the curtains. As if anyone would want to watch their show all the way on the 12th floor.

Kicking the clothes on the ground she found her way to the bathroom. Flinching when the lights flicked on too brightly. Jumping into the shower she quickly washed up. Slipped into her dress and worked on some quick makeup just the way she learned how to after a quick hour of bed routine.

"You're leaving?" A male voice tiredly asked from the bed when she turned the bathroom lights off.

"I have to," Namjoo replied picking up a sock from the ground, observed it in the moonlight and deducted it wasn't hers. Tossing it on the ground she picked up her shirt and her pair of high waisted pants. Threw those into her small tote. Zipped it up and sat on the bed to put her heels on.

"You'll call me?" he asked wrapping an arm around her. Burying his face into her long hair he breathed into v-cut of her back.

"Yea." Namjoo fumbled with the strap of her heel then straightened to touch her cheek to his bristly hair. Giving the roof of his head a peck, "I'll call you."

"Have fun." Lifting his head up he gave her a kiss before dropping back onto the bed and rolling over, so he didn't have to watch her leave. Like always.

Closing the door after her Namjoo strutted toward the elevator.

Lee Jinho was her boyfriend of a year. Story short, she recently met him when he lost his dog near a campsite she was visiting with her fiancé's family. Handsome at first sight with a crew cut. Long legs in nice fitting jeans and a white t-shirt to match. Turned out he was as attracted to her, so he had asked for her number before they split.

She knew his mother was ill in the hospital. His father worked on a boat, so he fared for his younger siblings. Cooking, feeding, waking, and sending them to school. Going to work and coming back home to cook, feed, and made sure they did their assignments before bedtime. His life was grueling, but he rarely complained. Relishing in that small glint of hope that better days were ahead. She was that hope amidst a dark world. Contrary to his ill-fated life, she came from a conglomerate family that made a net worth of more than a billion a year. And she let him think she was a normal working woman who commuted by bus every day to work.

Kim Namjoo might be a bitch, but she had a soft heart for Lee Jinho who also thought she was attending a friend's birthday bash.

Because really, that was not where she was headed.

Dumping her tote into the trunk along with her pair of sneakers, she slammed it shut. Pressing the remote to unlock her Jaguar she slid behind the wheel, revved the engine, and started down the lone street. Rolling down the top as night engulfed her to let her hair fly free she sped all the way to Four Seasons Hotel.

The lot was overloaded with foreign to luxury vehicles. Arriving late, Namjoo drove around for ten minutes before resorting to illegally parking across the street. So be it if she got a ticket. She'd get her father to clear it for her, no problem.