On Thin Air

One Reason

They were on the edge of a standstill. Waiting for something to move. For something to happen. The breeze cut in. He blinked. She blinked. The seconds waned until Namjoo got up and disappeared inside. Registering a second later what was her phone ringing.

Sehun waited a beat before pushing himself away from the iron bars and headed downstairs. Hearing Namjoo's hushed voice somewhere from down the hall leading into the kitchen. Namjoo had her back to him, phone cupped to her ear. There was grass littered across her back, in her hair.

"I'm not home anymore," he heard her saying. "I can come..."

Snatching her phone he glanced at Eunwoo's name across the screen. Namjoo whirled around with surprise in her eyes that quickly transitioned sternly.

Pressing the end call button, Sehun said, "He's not invited here, and no you're not going out."

"Give me my phone." Namjoo seemed to suck air as she demanded.

Sehun stared down at her foully. He was aware she had a special relationship with Cha Eunwoo. Friends bordering the line of a passionate relationship. None of which bothered him much, but there was one line he was not going to let them cross. Because Namjoo was wearing the ring he bought with his own hardworking money.

There was not going to be infidelity in his marriage.

"I said give me my phone." She gritted her teeth.

"You're going to call him again?"

"Yes." She stated with much spite.

"You are aware I was given a week off work, dear wife," Sehun told, "for us to settle in. You do know the house workers are making notes of how intimately we are getting along, so I'm warning you. For your own sake and my own, don't do anything stupid unless you want your father and mine nosing their way into our lives. Watch yourself."

The phone vibrated as it went off. Sehun stared at Eunwoo's name again and hung up.

"Lets have some wine, wife," he said after shoving the phone into her hands and walked by.

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Namjoo wanted to kick him. Gripping onto her phone she stomped after him. The urge to kick him grew when he asked the kitchen lady to go downstairs for a bottle of wine. Damn him and the house. Aware that on another level this was his family's land, the house workers employed by his family. Everything and everyone here in this house belonged to his family.

The aggravation of the fact grew thick like smoke in her chest.

"You're excused," Sehun said when she returned with the dark bottle.

Without waiting for his invite Namjoo swiped the first wine glass he filled and sat down at the island. Lifting the glass to her mouth. He shot her an irritated glance and left with no choice took the second glass for himself. He remained standing.

"How romantic," Namjoo mused. "Me by myself, with a glass of wine. Feels like no one's here but me."

She glanced up to find Sehun staring narrowly at her. Broadly grinning she leaned forward, "Would you like to say something?"

"Lets set a few rules." Sehun finally started.

"How manly," Namjoo commented.

"Don't invite anyone home without my knowledge."

"Ooooh..." Namjoo took another sip of her wine.

"If you're going to go out, let someone know. I don't want rumors."