On Thin Air

Every Promise of the Way

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"You're up?" Auntie Park greeted. "Come sit. I'll heat up food for you."

Making herself comfortable at the dining table Namjoo waited for the food. Imagining Sehun sitting here earlier and eating by himself.

"Here you go." She put a plate down.

"Did...did he say anything before he left?" Namjoo asked as she began walking away.

"No, not really," Auntie Park shook her head.

"Oh...ok." Namjoo said then lifted a spoonful up to her mouth.

"He seemed worried about you," Auntie Park grinned. "He's been very worried about you lately. It'd be nice not to be sick too long, huh?"

Namjoo pulled on a small smile as the woman walked away. Reminiscing Sehun hugging her earlier. Now wondering how he had felt, what he was feeling at all. And if...if she should feel guilty.

Chewing faster on her food she ate another spoonful.

Instead of cleaning around the house, Namjoo went up to the third-floor deck. Spent the following hours watching movies. Then she ate lunch, went back upstairs, and finally came back down when Auntie Park called her for dinner. As she took the last step off the staircase Sehun walked through the front door.

At first they looked at each other. This time he first looked away. Honestly, it didn't make her feel so good.

Holding her hands together she forced herself forward.

"I boiled some chicken," Auntie Park exclaimed setting down a big pot of a whole chicken mixed with herbs ands other greens. "It'll help invigorate your body, so you feel more energetic. Lets hope that illness of yours doesn't hinder you too long."

"Yes," Namjoo quietly said. "Thanks."

Her eyes drifted toward the table. Guilt flashing through her whenever she thought of Sehun comforting her that morning despite telling him she didn't want to birth his child. Regardless whether it was something they were supposed to bring to fruition or if he wanted his baby.

Just...it all felt foreign to her.

Having a baby.

Becoming a mother.

How was she supposed to raise a child without someone to show her? Guide her? What if she didn't love right? What if she wasn't good enough? She didn't know anything about kids. About milk, bottles, the difference in diapers, or how to hold a baby.

She didn't have the skill of loving someone...

In the entirety of her life, Kim Namjoo had never loved anyone before.

She was just a bitch.

"Eat up." Sehun placed a bowl he'd filled of the chicken soup beside her plate. "It'll be good for you."

Namjoo glanced at the bowl. Apologetic. Her heart softened ten times.

"You don't have to be nice to me." Namjoo told.

Focusing on his plate he said, "I'm not angry with you."

She glanced at him, scooped up some broth, and took a sip. Feeling her heart quaver. The atmosphere became fragile. If she tapped the glass too hard it would shatter and the moment would disappear.

After dinner Sehun let her shower first. When she finished he quietly passed her, closing the door without looking at her or saying anything.

He didn't have to say it. Namjoo was confident she had upset him. This thing with the baby...