On Thin Air

A Person

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Closing the door Sehun's hand hovered over the lock. He'd woken with a fright only to find Namjoo on the other side of the door. Uncertainty rushed through him like a 10-foot wave. Unprecedented by the event that had just unfolded. Namjoo inviting herself into his bed.

He glanced at her from where he stood. Lying so still. Eyes open as if searching for the monster in her dream. Putting the lock into place Sehun returned to bed. Cautiously back into his space. Namjoo neither moved or said anything.

Sehun slightly glanced back before shifting onto his side and closed his eyes. When he got up the following morning Namjoo was dead asleep. Curled up on her side with arms angled near her face. Her long hair fanned out behind her head. The outline of her legs tangled together. They had slept a breadth apart, but he'd been conscious of her the entire night. Just in case she woke up from another dream.

Buttoning the cuffs of his shirt he wondered what kind of dream would have her running all the way down the hall to his room.

Despite her frantic demeanor yesterday she appeared warm under the security of his blanket, so he decided he wouldn't say anything about last night to her. Moving quietly not to wake her he grabbed his blazer and walked out.

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Namjoo really didn't hear Sehun get up, get dressed, or leave for work. Yesterday she'd laid beside him staring at the moon as exhaustion crept in, but her eyes stayed unyielding. Finally falling asleep when who knows when.

Blinking, Namjoo stared at the sun pressing down on the trees. Alone in Sehun's room. Kind of feeling like a loser for waking him in the middle of the night. Kind of thankful he hadn't questioned her abnormal behavior.

Almost an entire year had gone by without that dream. Anticipation thrummed in her. She was closer to finding out how her mother died. She would find out the secrets her father kept buried. And she would confront him when she found the truth.

Determination crashed in on her. Unable to lie helplessly in Sehun's bed she pushed herself up, headed back to her room to put on her suit of armor for the day.

She drove her car to the Oh estate. The manor stood long and low under the sun. A blinding white building that had been in the family for nine generations. Something like that if she remembered her father saying once when she was half-listening. Parking her car by the staircase Namjoo slammed the door. Peering up at the magnificent building with her neck craned back.

Their families were similar in an aspect. Hardworking. Flushed with money. Ruled by the men. The Oh's had two sons. The Kim's overruled with two daughters. The only difference was Namjoo refused to be ruled by their egotistical ways. She may have been forced to obey orders but beneath it all no one really controlled her.

The biggest decision she had made for herself was to refuse to follow her father's footsteps into the business world. He couldn't fight her on her decision, because regardless if he died his inheritance would come flooding her way. This set Kim Jiyoo off, always. Was her biggest opposition since she married into the family.

Namjoo lowered her gaze when Sangki walked out of the doors brandishing a handsome white outfit. His blazer hung limply in his hands. A smile spreading across his lips when he spotted her.

Greeting at once, "Namjoo!"

Returning the smile, Namjoo asked, "Heading somewhere?"

"I'm in no hurry," he said. "Come in."

Taking his invitation she walked up the stairs toward him. "You look dressed up."

"No big plans," he shrugged her off. "I just have to make a phone call." He left her by the kitchen and disappeared down the corridor. Namjoo followed on light footsteps hiding a distance away. He was speaking into his phone with a hushed tone, "Just go ahead. No! Don't wait for me and don't you come back."