A Way Home

When Desperation Consumes

He didn't wait for her response before shifting over to hold her in his arms. Namjoo ended up burying her face into his shirt. Soaking in the reality of him. Calm washing over her when she closed her eyes.

One day when she was ready, when it felt right, she would tell him she loved him, too.

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They visited the peak of Seongsan the next day. Walking through the field of rapeseed flowers, taking pictures, and gasping at the beautiful scenery of high blue skies, rolling clouds, deep blue seas, and the deep gray mountain island in the beyond.

That evening they hugged in front of the luxury wall-to-ceiling window. Watching the ocean lick the shoreline then retreat. The sun was drooping. Enveloping the sky in a pretty mixed shade of deep green and hues of blue. Stars were just beginning to twinkle. From inside the view was enigmatic and romantic. Exactly the way Namjoo swooned him without effort.

Sehun spooned Namjoo to sleep that night. Firmly tucking himself against her body. Sinking in the waning hours with her. Then they woke at the light of dawn to go to the airport, board the flight home. This time they shared a double window seat. Holding hands and enjoying the view from up in the sky. His heart was full. He felt love from Namjoo when she sleepily laid her head on his shoulder.

Namjoo here for him.

He here for her.

She could take the day off from work, rest at home. He had duties to get to that couldn't be ignored. When they arrived in the city, he immediately dropped her off at home with a kiss goodbye. Just like that his regular life resumed.

The thing he most looked forward to the following day was Namjoo. It was all he thought about as he lay in bed. Picturing her beside him. Making love to him. Talking with him.

Tuesday he purposely waited for Namjoo to settle in before heading up to find her. The door was left a crack open. Sneakily peeking inside he spotted her arranging the vase of geraniums at the corner of her desk.

Cautiously pushing the door open he crept inside. Sliding his arm around her when he approached. Namjoo swirled around with a yelp to see who but he'd already dodged to her left, pecking her cheek.

Encasing her fully in his arms, he greeted, "Hello."

This time she turned to look at him. "You surprised me."

"You left the door open for me," he grinned.

Shifting around to face him, Namjoo leaned against her desk smirking. "I knew you'd miss me, so I was prepared."

"But you were surprised." He remarked happily. He didn't wait a beat before giving her another peck with his lips lingering.

"Someone might come." Namjoo said.

"No one will." Namjoo frowned questionably. "Don't you know why I assigned you the farthest room?"

"No."

Leaning down to her ear he whispered, "This is the CEO's hallway. Only my people come and go around here."

Moving back, he watched the surprise flitter through her eyes.

"No way." She doubted.

"Yes way." He gave her another kiss. Drawing closer he affectionately combed his hand up her hair to cup the back of her head. Saying in a low voice, "No one's coming this morning."

Parting his mouth, he dipped his tongue into her mouth lulling her closer. Namjoo hesitated before relaxing. Meeting his tongue with the same fervor.