On Thin Air

Round One

As always her lips were tender. The taste of her pleasant to the tip of his tongue. Leaning in Sehun kissed her a little more. Until Namjoo opened her mouth again for him. His blood rushed. Cupping her face with his free hand he held her closer. Their breaths merged, deepening the kiss. He felt more alive by the second. With every heart race. Each time he tasted her.

He reluctantly released her with their lips lingering. Watching closely as she opened her eyes. As they flittered up to look into his gaze. Adrenaline poured through him when she bit her lower lip and turned away with a shy smile. Unable to restrain himself he laughed giddily. Letting his arm slide around her back as he turned to stare out at the blue horizon.

With Namjoo so close he didn't think this moment could get any more perfect.

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In the following weeks Namjoo's morning sickness got a little worse. He often woke up to hear her running to the bathroom to relieve herself. Sometimes it happened after breakfast. Auntie Park helped with homemade remedies to soothe her nausea. Assuring him it wouldn't last long.

After work he stopped by the grocery store to grab a bag of donuts for Namjoo. Eagerly rushing up the stairs to give them to her. She was folding laundry on their bed when he reached. Also, she was talking on the phone surprisingly. Her tone wasn't very welcoming.

"I don't want to," she snapped. "Why should I?"

A voice blared from the other end of the line.

"It doesn't matter to me." Namjoo spat. "I'm hanging up."

Tossing the phone down with a huff she glanced at him. He stared back questionably, but before he could ask his phone started ringing. Pulling it out of his pocket he saw that it was his mother-in-law.

"Thank God you answered," she loudly said. "I should have called you first. What a God awful mistake I made."

He glanced at Namjoo who was eyeing him with a frown. Obviously she knew who had called.

"Oh...mother..."

"That's right. Our Hea just graduated from her class. We're planning to sit together for a meal to celebrate her graduation. Just us family."

"Congratulations to her." he said to be respectful.

"We're having lunch this weekend. You must come. You're family," she pointed out. "Your father will be very upset if neither of you make it. It'll be looking down on us! Namjoo doesn't know better, but I trust you. You're the smart one."

"Yes, sure," he easily replied just so he could hang up faster.

"You must come," she repeated again. "We will be expecting everyone. Don't disrespect us."

"Yes," he answered, "mother."

He hung up. Hearing Namjoo scoff. "She called you. She really called you?"

"It's her daughter's graduation."

"Our Hea?" Namjoo repeated with spite.

"You know what she meant," he pointedly reminded.

Scoffing again, Namjoo tossed down the shirt in her hand. The pile she had neatly made toppled over. Sehun leaned over to fix it.

"I won't hear the end of it from your father if we don't go. You know that right?" he patiently asked. Could feel Namjoo standing there with steam blowing out of her ears.

They hadn't heard from her family since her parents had left them behind at the cabin. Not once had he heard Namjoo mutter a word about them, which easily explained that neither looked after each other. A few times her father had asked how she was doing. Most of the time curious if she was pregnant yet or not. Sehun hadn't given his word, because they hadn't spoken about sharing the news.