On Thin Air

Woes of Family

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Glass shattered the moment Sehun and his dad walked in through the door. A shriek of agony and fury. Then, "BASTARD!"

"Seoyun! Please!" the deep voice of his older brother Sangki begged for mercy.

Closing his eyes Sehun sighed. He was tired. It was a quarter past midnight. His ass of a brother was probably cowering behind the piano for cover as another glass cup shattered.

"Freaking hell," his father muttered stalking past him and down the winding corridor toward the battle cries.

Sighing again, Sehun followed. Five rooms down the marbled hall they finally reached their destination. One of the lounge rooms with an electric fireplace. Stuffed with soft, velvety furniture, an exquisite Victorian painting acquired from Italy, and the grand piano. The room was often dimmed out, it's purpose for relaxation. Technically not what was taking place tonight.

His sister-in-law, Lim Seoyun, was fiercely crying. A tray of whiskey glasses sat on the table to her left, ready at her disposal. Next could be the glass of liquor.

"What is going on?!" his father roared. Every nerve in the walls seemed to tremble in the following silence. The aftermath felt like a bomb had detonated. Sehun couldn't move an inch from where he stood behind his father. Waiting for something to finally happen. Another explosion?

"Dad! Dad!" Sangki rushed over. Sehun's brother was older by four years but they were the same height. His complexion was paler, his face thinner like his body was lanky. Sehun didn't doubt that beneath his clothes he was probably well built in the right places. Unlike his brother Sehun jogged the trails on their land, went to the gym two times out of the week, and did a round of sit ups or pushups, depending on how he felt, before bed.

"Please, you've got to believe me," his brother whined latching onto their father's arm. "Please, tell Seoyun I didn't see anyone tonight."

Sehun glanced over at his sister-in-law to see her crying disappointedly this time. Sobbing she wiped her face before brushing past and disappearing down the hall.

"What did you do?" his father demanded less harshly now that the woman was gone. Waving his hand in front of his face as he inched back, "You were drinking."

Sangki's eyes darted toward him and noticing their father turned. "Sehun," the old man bellowed.

Sehun shot his older brother one glance before turning around to go down the same path Seoyun had just taken. No question to it. His brother had been out to the clubs. Maybe slept with a woman whose face he didn't remember before staggering back home like an asshole.

Oh Sangki was like that.

An asshole who catered only to himself.

He'd gotten married to Seoyun when they were fresh out of college. Talked big of a family. All these plans they had in store to raise an heir to join into the company. Poor Seoyun who came from the working class had her dreams crushed when after numerous doctor appointments discovered she was infertile. It was an embarrassment to the Oh family; that they had accepted someone from a blue-collar household into their upstanding family only to be stabbed in the back.

Divorce was a last means, because money would be lost. They kept the situation hush-hush, swept it under the rug like it never happened, but Sangki and Seoyun's lives were never the same. The heir everyone hoped for remained a hopeless dream.

The back door was open. A soft breeze swept in the house. Their mansion was a quarter size smaller than the Kim's, but they still had good money on their backs. They had a man-made lake on their land where Sehun went fishing every now and then. It was surrounded by the luscious woods that was the owls' hunting grounds, where deer roamed, and rabbits hid. That was where Sehun's jogging trail curbed through and winded back to their mansion.