On Thin Air

The Best

"Your father came?" he asked without thinking. Cursed himself the next second.

"What?" she frowned.

Throwing the paper on the bed he avoided her eyes. "I already got it."

"And you didn't tell me?" she asked, maybe scolded.

"The timing..." he cut himself short. No, he knew a while ago. When he spoke with her father in his office. Before he even got the sheet of paper.

He wasn't supposed to mention it. And he...he didn't want Namjoo to know that her father made him feel unworthy.

"Tell me," Namjoo's eyes refused to leave his face. Waiting. Demanding for his explanation.

He felt weak under the strain of her watch. Suddenly so many things were crashing down on them. He didn't always want to fight with her. Couldn't he just be in her arms for a while?

"Since Sangki hurt you," he quietly confessed, "he's been on my back about it. About returning you to your family."

"And you said nothing?" Namjoo spat. "You should have told me!"

He turned to her. Out of spite, "What about the things you never told me?"

Inching back, her brows pulled lower down her face. Scoffing, "Don't turn this on me."

"I should," he came on more confidently, "because I don't know who else I might meet next."

Her jaw dropped. Insulted. "You're an asshole."

Clamping his eyes shut he rubbed his forehead. Stress. He was too stressed. "I'm sorry. That was out of hand."

She looked at him angrily then turned away. "There's no one else."

He discreetly looked her way. "Then what about that guy. Your so-called friend?"

"We never made it past base two, ok?" Namjoo murmured.

The corner of his lip threatened to curve up. Sehun stopped himself. "That's it?"

"That's it."

Turning his head a little he peeked at her. Shifting more fully he asked, "Then, can you hug me?"

He received a nasty frown in return. Heaving a deep sigh, she walked over and put her arms around him. Leaning down he hooked his chin over her shoulder. Succumbing to the security of her arms.

"I may not be good enough for you, but I don't want to get a divorce," he said. "I want to be with you and the baby, so whatever happens, you have to believe in me."

"You're good enough," Namjoo said. "You're all I need."

This time he smiled. "Really?"

"I never loved anyone else, ok?"

Withdrawing he glanced into her eyes. Seeing his own reflection. "So, you love just me, right?"

She shot him another nasty frown but more out of sarcasm. Pushing him away, "You're grossing the moment out."

He laughed, tugging her toward him. Giddily kissing her. Brushing his hand along the side of her face into her hair. "I'm going to tell you something, so just listen, ok?"

The high moment shut down just like that. Understanding, she quietly gazed up at him. Nodding, "Ok."

"My father set me up with Hea. Several times." Her brow twitched, but as promised she said nothing. "She told me some things about you. I'm sorry I doubted you, even after I promised myself not to."