On Thin Air

Angry Couple

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Namjoo had unbelievably curled up so close that he woke up sweating from the heat of their bodies. Before he started baking he cautiously inched out of the blanket careful not to wake her. Splashing water over his face when he reached the bathroom. She was still soundly asleep when he stepped out. He took a moment to watch her.

Namjoo comfortably in his bed. Finding solace in her dreams. Security beside him. Washing a kind of low-key happiness over him.

Despite the condition of their marriage, they got along fairly decently. Namjoo was just a person with a lot of emotions trapped inside her. Kind of like a Rubik's cube he had to patiently solve, one turn at a time.

Turning away he grabbed a change of clothes and closed the door on his way out. The women were up. Enjoying their fair share of coffee or tea in the dining room table. Namjoo's father was flipping through the newspaper at the head of table. His dad sat on his left sharing a quiet conversation with him, like this was their everyday life and they all lived together.

"Where's the daughter-in-law?" His father noticed him.

"She's still sleeping."

"That's just like her when there are guests over," Kim Jiyoo commented then added, "how disrespectful. What has she done right?"

Sehun frowned but could not squander over her. Namjoo's father ordered, "Wake her."

Unable to argue with their family, he replied, "Yes."

Taking his time he returned up the stairs. Pausing at the landing of the second floor. Staring down the long hallway to the master bedroom at the end. Reminiscing the image of Namjoo peacefully asleep. Curled up by his bedside after they'd talked last night, which didn't happen very often. Feeling that it was regretful interrupting her he decided he'd wait a moment. Until he heard noise from the third floor.

Glancing up the stairs confused he headed toward the third deck. In Hea's fussy hands was the remote to the projector. The volume was working but the screen hadn't turned on.

"How do you work this?" she asked. "This is so stupid."

Walking up to her he held his hand out for the remote. The younger girl looked at him then resigned, dropping the tool into his palm. Pressing a button he a turned it off.

"Hey!" Hea yelled unhappily. "I was trying to watch it."

"I bought it for Namjoo," he told, "leave it alone."

She scoffed as if he'd told her something ridiculous. "I didn't know you were so sweet. Where was that part of you when we were about to get married?" Closing the space between them she raised her brows, "Huh, Sehun?"

He refused to react.

Clutching onto his arms she tiptoed up into his face, "Aren't you sad that you had to end up with someone like my rowdy sister? You would have had it so much easier with me. Who knows, we'd probably be expecting right now. Then on the other hand, I doubt Namjoo knows how to treat a good man right. From now on, why not just buy things for a woman who will cherish your gifts, like me?"

Pulling out of her hold he grabbed her other hand to release his opposite arm. "The gifts belong to Namjoo." Placing the remote on the bean bag chair he said, "I'm glad we didn't get married."

Heading down the stairs he said, "We're having breakfast. Your parents are waiting."

Sehun paused down the hall when he saw that the door to the master bedroom was left open. No one was inside. Turning back around he headed down to the kitchen to hear Hea greeting, "Why, Namjoo, you were up."