| never again | Vincenzo Kdrama

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Silence spoke throughout the hospital room. No sound was made except for her sleeping breaths. The sunlight crept through the blinds, making the room appear more cheerful than dull. She laid next to him in the cramped bed and snuggled into his chest. He had his arms wrapped around her figure tightly. He ran his hand through the strands of her hair. Nostalgia ran through his heart as he remembered their times like this. When they'd lay in bed together and he'd play with her hair before leaving. That was the final happy memory he had before everything went south.

He stopped touching her hair and held her closer. He remembered the terrible memory of being stabbed and then her seeing it. How she sobbed as she saw him lying there coughing up blood, not being able to protect either of them. He clenched his jaw with the thought of it. He'd hoped it was a nightmare when he awoke but seeing all the machines and the somber room he'd realized it was real. Especially when he got up and felt a pain in the right of his stomach. It was real alright. He felt the flutter of eyelashes rub against his shirt. He looked at her and noticed her look of confusion.

Na-Ri forgot what had happened. She looked around the room and realized she was in Han Seok's hospital room. Na-Ri gasped and sat up. She turned back and saw Han Seok smirking at her and pulling her back down into his chest. She giggled and got on top of him. She immediately gave him a lively, confident kiss. Han Seok mirrored it back.

Na-Ri pulled back. "We need to get you discharged!" She got off of him and was about to run to the door but Han Seok grabbed her wrist.

He got out of bed and hugged her. "Can't we stay like this for five minutes? It'd make me happy."

Na-Ri rolled her eyes playfully, "Fine, only for you."

She raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck. She smiled and closed her eyes. Na-Ri wished this could be forever and now it could be that Choi Myung Hee was gone.

"I have good news." She pulled back and grabbed his hands. "Choi Myung Hee is in prison. She won't bother us anymore."

Han Seok raised his eyebrows. "Really? What happened?"

"Cenzo got evidence for some of her crimes and he reported it." Na-Ri put her hand on her chin and made a thinking face. "I'm guessing that she'll get ten years for everything or maybe more once I get evidence of all the things she did to me."

"So we're not fugitives anymore?"

"Nope," she popped the p. "We're free, however, our reputation is terrible. Or at least mine is. People are sympathizing with your saying that it's honorable that you became a criminal just for me," Na-Ri said as though she was a fangirl talking about her favorite idols. "If only they knew," she chuckled.

"If only they knew," Han Seok repeated. He was a criminal. He just hadn't been caught yet.

Han Seok gently touched her neck and tilted it upwards. He leaned in to kiss her and she leaned forward too. Their lips, centimeters apart were about to meet when the hospital door slid open. Han Seok looked at the door and saw two men, foreigners standing there. They started speaking in Italian and he knew who they were.

Na-Ri cursed quietly and turned around. She walked towards them and stood in front of them. "Che cos'è?" (What is it?)

Han Seok smiled. He thought her voice sounded sexy as she spoke in that language. Her voice was raspy and throaty but sounded monotonous. He guessed it was because she was talking to them.

"Tua madre vuole che tu risponda alle sue chiamate," said one of the guards. (Your mother wants you to answer her calls.)

Na-Ri rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, "Of course she does." She sighed, "La chiamerò adesso." (I'll call her right now.) They both were about to leave when Na-Ri asked them, "Prendi il dottore per favore." (Call the doctor please.)