Selcouth (adj.) - unfamiliar, rare, strange and yet marvelous
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HOON's POV
While preparing food, my mind was busy making a plan and how best to execute it.
What are you gonna do with her, Hoon? Are you really keeping her?
What if she has a family, worried sick, looking for her?
Worse, what if she is not what she claimed to be? What if she is a crook?
While my head listed the possible reasons why it may be true, there was a part of me citing every counter argument thereto.
She has that honest face. Those large eyes talk of pure innocence, of not being capable of lying.
Looks can be deceiving, Hoon.
She wouldn't have risked her life for a stranger.
You were passed out cold, how sure are you that it was her who saved you from drowning?
I was deep into my musings that I didn't realize I held the pan with bare hands.
Damn!
The sting of the burn brought me back to my senses: I will dig into her story, know who she is, use whatever information I get to know how she'll play a huge part in my redemption.
Finally, with a rock solid plan in mind, I finished preparing the Kimchi eggs with fluffy rice with no more mishaps.
It was when I was setting the table that it dawned on me I was doing it for two. Something I haven't done for anyone other than for my mother.
If she's your ticket to making up for your past sins, stop overanalyzing, Hoon. Ensuring she eats is a part of it. Don't put any other name to it.
With a firm resolved to do just that, I went to fetch the woman in my room.
Come on ou-
I was cut mid-sentence when I knocked on my bedroom door and was greeted by a fresh-from-the bath- woman wearing a shirt so big it almost reached her knees. My shirt.
Double damn!
I have to buy clothes and essentials for this woman. She cannot be wearing mine. For my sanity and for my plan to succeed.
"This yours? I couldn't find one so I have to make do with yours."
She was looking at me quizzically. F**k, those eyes! Other than my libido, those eyes are gonna be my downfall if I am not careful.
Dining room is downstairs. The food is ready. Don't wait for me, just eat.
I turned my back before she could say another word. I need a shower. A really cold shower before I do something stupid.
You could have placed her in this spare room, Hoon. Why didn't you?
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