On Thin Air

For Love's Worth

Suddenly, it felt like the world was opening up under her feet. Ready to swallow her into its unknown depths.

Speechless she stared at her father. Today she couldn't figure him out. The man she had so much animosity for.

"Do you think I'll let just any man treat you so lowly?" her father gruffly asked. "Enough. Pack and leave that house. I'll figure everything out for you."

Her impatience had thawed. Namjoo was no longer in the mood to humor him. She stood and grabbed the knob.

"You are an insolent fool!" her father raised his voice. "His son disrespected you! You think his brother won't be the same? Blood doesn't lie, Namjoo. You can break everything in my house, but don't forget this is my house and I am your father. I can replace whatever you step on, but what will they do?"

Everything about her from head to toe grew terse. A flush of emotions flurried through her. Weaving a tight ball in her chest. Twisting the knob she left her father's office.

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Early morning it was. His father just left for work. Grumbling at the breakfast table, shoving away his half-eaten plate. Looking at him distastefully, like he was the biggest embarrassment to his family. That he was a sight the old man could not stand.

"The bastard," Sangki mumbled holding the ice pack up to his swollen face. One of his eyes was completely shut. His lips was entirely blue-purple. His reflection was unrecognizable in the mirror. Identical to a rotten white onion.

He wanted to throw a rock into the mirror. Trample on everything in his home. Then remind his father which one of his sons still stood by him. Because it seemed unlikely Sehun gave any two cents shit about them anymore. He would turn his back on them because of that woman.

Does he even care to come back home just to see you?! Sangki wanted to screech. Did his foolish father believe that Sehun would always bow down at his feet? What kind of moron was his father to think Sehun could fix a bitch like Namjoo? She would be the one grooming him to pull out that sword and stab the old man in the back.

Grabbing Seoyun's foundation compact he threw it into the mirror. Causing a crack. Huffing like a wild beast. Thinking he could have had Namjoo. Tasted her flesh if they hadn't been interrupted. It excited him just thinking about her fighting him when Seoyun lay there like a dead fish. Then he'd wait it out a month before telling everyone Namjoo loved him and was carrying his child.

His child.

Sangki breathed a laugh. That would be the biggest stab to Sehun's back.

But reality sank in and he bit down on his teeth. Hard.

He hated him.

Sehun didn't deserve the house.

Sehun didn't deserve Kim Namjoo.

"Here." Seoyun took the warm ice pack from him. Replacing it with a cool one.

"The fuck?" he cursed. "Make some noise when you come in the room!"

"I'm sorry. You seemed so dazed," Seoyun softly said.

Sangki scowled at her and turned when there was a knock on the door. One of the housekeepers announced, "The Chairman is here. He would like to see you."

The Chairman was Namjoo's father. He wanted to see him? Oh Sangki? Now he liked the sound of that. Shoving the fresh ice pack into Seoyun's hands he got up from where he was sitting on her vanity bench and walked out.

What if, he wondered, Namjoo's father saw something in him? What if, he hoped, her father wanted him instead of Sehun?

He cackled underneath his breath. Consciously touching his swollen face as he entered the dining room, where Namjoo's father was already sitting. Sipping from a warm cup of tea. Another porcelain tea cup was waiting for him across from the Chairman.