On Thin Air

I am going

"Stop trying to embarrass your family." Kim Jiyoo hissed, her eyes pinched back, lips tight.

The sting traveled deep into her skin, echoed throughout her face. Namjoo bit down harder on her teeth as her face turned pink-red. Glared at her step-mother.

"Are you senile?" Namjoo icily asked.

"How dare you," the woman breathed. "Are you trying to ruin us? Where do you think you're coming from at this time?! How arrogant of you to try to make your father lose face! You left with Sehun, you should have come back with him! What will his father think when he hears of this?! Instead they'll hear that you're a thing that runs around wildly!"

"Excuse me," Namjoo piped up, "that's old news."

Infuriated the woman tightened her fist at her side. Namjoo emotionlessly stared at the hand almost daring her to raise it again.

"How dare you talk to your mother that way!" A male voice boomed from down the hall. Namjoo watched her father stomp with menace toward them. Hea in tow. Staring at her with belittling eyes.

Namjoo clamped down on her teeth.

"Have you no shame?!" her father bellowed. His thick voice rebounded off the walls with as much fury. "Are you trying to announce to the entire world that you brought another man into our home when you are engaged?!"

"Eunwoo is my friend." Namjoo coolly told.

"Shut up!" her steely snapped. An even icier sheen glazed over his eyes. "Where the hell are you coming from that you come back looking like a whore?!"

Namjoo's eyes rounded more out of exasperation than rage at being demeaned.

"I taught you better. Your mother taught you better," he scolded.

Rolling her eyes to the side she mumbled, "What did you ever teach me."

Her father took a step forward threateningly. Fisted his hand and stopped himself. Namjoo stared at his fist. Then up to his face flatly.

"Hit me." she dared.

Biting his lower lip to restrain himself, "Kim Namjoo..."

"Hit me," Namjoo provoked, "then the entire world will know what kind of father you are as I am a wild girl who goes skipping across the country half naked. Yes, I will embarrass my family. I will embarrass you all! I will let everyone know what a great family we are!"

Her face stung twice more as her head angled to the side.

"You conniving little bitch..." her step-mother's voice trembled as her hand shook.

Namjoo bit down on her teeth again. Outraged. Unable to look at them because she wanted to hurt them so bad. Her body rocked from one heel to another when they forced her bag off her and went through it. Taking her phone, her keys.

"Until your wedding I'm going to confiscate your keys and your phone," her father said as Hea shoved her purse back into her arms. "You're not allowed to leave the premises unless I say so."

When she reached her bedroom she tossed her purse onto the floor and flung everything off her vanity. Listening as every item crashed onto the ground as if it might satisfy her rage. Releasing a repressed scream until she was left heaving, huffing, panting.

She wanted escape.

She wanted her mother.

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"Enjoy your date?" A voice asked as he passed the lounge room with the grand piano. Stopping in his tracks Sehun turned to see Sangki sitting in the dark with a glass of whiskey. Just the sight of him was already aggravating. Sehun turned away to sigh.