A Way Home

I Am Yours

Before even mentioning it again, Sehun already booked a suite, and bought airline tickets for Namjoo. That by the time Namjoo said yes, he was more than prepared.

Everything was finalized, ready to be set into motion when he picked her up Thursday morning. Namjoo was waiting out front for him with a suitcase and dolled up for the day.

"Is that everything?" he asked opening the trunk.

"Pretty sure."

Closing it they headed inside the vehicle where he pulled out her plane tickets.

"You were worried, so I bought us separate seats," Sehun explained.

Glancing at her seat number she asked, "Is this in the back?" He smiled but she joked, "Why couldn't I sit in the front?"

Playfully ruffling her hair, he pulled his seatbelt on. "Put your seatbelt on. We'll be late."

The airport was densely crowded when they arrived. Part of the team were already waiting by the flight area.

"Namjoo!" One of the designers called out when they saw her.

Glancing at her Sehun gladly said in a low voice, "I'll see you later."

Parting from her he went to sit by the boarding door keeping an eye on Namjoo from afar. Appearing content, the way she held herself. Excitement gleamed in her big eyes. A half smile dotting her lips in fascination. The way her head bobbed mid-conversation made him breathe a laugh.

She was adorable.

She was his.

Sehun imagined Namjoo was easy to get along with. Everyone liked her for her friendliness.

He'd never known someone so easy to approach.

Merely seeing her brought everything inside him to life. He gained ten times happiness. He felt heaven could be a real place on land.

His biggest regret was that he couldn't share his seat with her. She didn't want attention on them, afraid what others might think when they discovered she was his girlfriend. True, Namjoo wasn't even part of the design or managing team. She had no purpose being here on this journey.

After the plane finally set off, he leaned out of his seat. Weak chatter buzzed. Many others had sunk into sky gazing. Glancing back, he sought out Namjoo. Beaming when he spotted her with her head leaned back, eyes closed.

Settling into his seat he, too, closed his eyes. Once everything was over time would belong to them.

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"Wow," Namjoo gasped when she stepped into her hotel room, what was actually a gigantic personal suite. The entire room spanned out magnificently. She estimated a night here cost more than $1000.

Literally dropping her suitcase Namjoo stepped inside eyes widening. Unaware of the door automatically closing behind her.

Passing the venetian sofa Namjoo's jaw dropped to the floor. The entire room lit up with the sunlight assaulting the waxed linoleum floor, its rays thrusting in through the graciously wall-to-ceiling window. It ran the across the entire suite with an exquisite backdrop of the backyard scenery studded with a crowd of pine trees. In between the growth a line of three handmade benches of slats of wood was available. Beyond, the ocean roared.

An entire kitchen with random gray and white marbling curved across the wall on her right. Decked with table, stove, and a two-door silver fridge for personal use. Past that she spotted the bathroom and bedroom. Just one.