On Thin Air

Purposes

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He spent all morning fuming. Upset, still, at Namjoo. For not coming to sleep with him. He had even left the door unlocked for her. But she hadn't come. To him.

All emotions disappeared when he received a message that the Chairman wanted to see him. Treading down the orange carpeted hallway, Sehun wondered if he was about to receive another lecture from his father-in-law. Maybe to bash him. Remind him now much better Namjoo was than him. She would be better off without him in her life. That he wasn't worth it.

Sehun gulped. Knocking on the hardwood door when he reached. Pushing the door open he stepped in. "You wanted to see me."

This time, Namjoo's father stopped what he was doing. "Take a seat."

Walking toward the chair Sehun sat. Prepared to take on any punches.

"Here." Namjoo's father pulled out a sheet of paper from the black leather folder at the side. The white sheet ominously slid in front of him.

Divorce papers.

His heart dropped.

"This is yours," he explained. "I will give Namjoo's copy to her. Believe me, this is for the best."

"The best?" he repeated. "Or is it for you?"

"How dare you?"

"Sir," Sehun stated, "do you love your daughter?"

The elder man stared hard at him. "Do not question me. Who do you think you are? You are just an ordinary blue office worker who got your job by your father's means!"

"I am," Sehun deflected, "your daughter's husband."

The Chairman's hands trembled with anger. "Namjoo will leave you. Your father will convince her to drop the marriage."

The confidence that had just stricken his expression fell flat.

Kim Bonhwa glanced at his watch. "They may be talking right now."

The chair toppled backwards when he shot to his feet. Staring behind him at the door. On impulse he ran out of the office. Abandoning his work station as he punched the elevator button to go down. Too slow. He moved toward the stairs with his heart racing. Moving his legs as fast as when he ran through the woods behind his house. Imagining the wind brushing his face. The lungs inflating, deflating. This time he breathed harder. Panicked.

This morning he should have been nicer. What if Namjoo was swayed? What if she changed her mind about him? What if she thought he didn't love her?

She would leave him. Leave the house. Raise their baby by herself and he would never know if it was a boy or girl. If the baby would be like him or her. His child would never know him. If Namjoo left...

He didn't want to lose her. He didn't want outside forces to decide every step of his life the rest of the way. He couldn't let anyone decide his future for him.

This was his life.

This was his love.

Kim Namjoo. The love of his life.

Swerving toward the house, Sehun parked. Nearly tripping as he clambered out of his car. Moving on fast heels when he saw Namjoo walking down the stairs. Crying. So hard that she couldn't see him. His heart broke again and again.

Slowly closing the distance between them. Until she bumped into him. And he was so sorry. So sorry. For everything.

"Lets go home." He said.