On Thin Air

Arrows

Just like that Sangki dropped her wrist, but he wasn't finished. Picking up the cup of juice he flung the liquid into her face. Namjoo gasped shocked.

"You liked the juice," Sangki reminded before turning to walk away. Bumping into Sehun on his way out.

Namjoo bit her lower lip enraged. If Sangki were a female, if she wasn't here at Sehun's house she would lunge after him. Pull him down by the hair, fight with him.

"Oh no, oh no," Seoyun rushed forward. Touching her drenched shirt, her face, her hair. "Are you ok? I'm so sorry. So sorry."

"It's fine." Namjoo gently swat her hand away.

"Take her to change," Sehun told without batting an eye.

Suddenly, Namjoo was angry with him too. Wanted to spite him as Seoyun led her away.

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"Fucking family," Namjoo mumbled to herself as she splattered water over her face. Groaning when she realized her makeup was coming off. Snatching the towel off the nearby rack she dried off her neck, her face. Then reached for the dress Seoyun had offered her earlier.

"This is all I have. I'm not sure if it'll fit, I'm sorry." Seoyun apologized, kept apologizing. Her brows creased, her expression creased. Eyes dipping lower into the carpet as if she would melt into the ground. Remorseful for what her immature husband had done. Kept rubbing it in. Namjoo wanted her to shut up.

Shutting the door right away when she'd gotten into the woman's room, Namjoo breathed a sigh of relief knowing they were a room apart. God, she couldn't listen to the small woman anymore.

Holding up the turquoise dress to her body Namjoo moaned. It was a little small. She should have dieted, but then she also didn't care how she looked on her wedding day. Let her be fat. No one would complain.

Groaning again, Namjoo undressed and pulled the dress on. Hating herself even more when she opened the door to find Seoyun hurriedly turning around from the foot of the bed. Namjoo wasn't surprised she had been waiting.

"Could you zip the dress?" Namjoo said.

"Yes!" she perked up like it would make up for her husband's faults. Zooming right over she pulled the zipper up. "It looks good on you." She complimented taking a step back as Namjoo turned around.

The dress squeezed her. Made it hard to breathe. So tight the seams might come apart if she let her stomach pop.

Glancing around Namjoo recognized the big room as her and Sangki's. There was a wedding portrait from their younger days. A fresh-faced couple. Pure happiness exuding from their smiles and the way they intimately stood together. Sunny day probably. Celebrating with loved ones. Their wedding. A day to be remembered.

This woman Seoyun didn't look as energetic anymore. Nor did her husband appear as loving. Every photo memories of days past.

"Oh, this?" Seoyun walked over to the wedding portrait. "It's the day we got married. We were younger then. You and Sehun should hire a photographer for the wedding. I mean...if you haven't. You should. A wedding only happens once in a lifetime. It should be remembered forever."

Now she sounded desperate. A little sad.

"You love each other?" Namjoo asked.

"Of course. You don't get married unless you do." She spoke confidently for the first time. Namjoo stared at her with contradiction. Determination quickly wilting she quietly asked, "Don't you?"

Namjoo continued staring at her with less contradiction this time. Instead, she felt pity for this woman. Silly, because Namjoo was about to become perhaps like her. Trapped in a loveless marriage.