Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
════ ⋆★⋆ ════
Hye-ryeong found out that Seokjin had nowhere to stay. He had been sleeping at the KTX station and was fortunate that no one had tried to intimidate or bully him. It must be his wealthy appearance, which could deceive anyone, that saved him from harm.
She didn't have enough money to help him find a place to stay, and she doubted his old money would be of any help. Unable to contact Beomgyu for assistance, she just hoped her brother wouldn't mind if someone else wore his clothes. Then, she had no choice but to let him into her home. However, she thought about it—her modest house only had two rooms. The room where she kept her belongings was dusty, so she wasn't comfortable letting him sleep in it.
However, she had a spare single mattress. Thinking he'd be fine sleeping in the living room, she laid the bed on the living room floor after removing it from a large white plastic bag. A table got in the bed's way, so she shoved it with her buttocks.
"Let me help," he said as she continued to push it, allowing the mattress to lay on the floor. Seokjin was pulling the table and holding a few magazines that had fallen out of the desk when she turned her head to the back. Once she was finished, she stood up straight and looked at him. "Thank you," she said with a smile.
Seokjin merely grinned back at her.
Hye-ryeong entered her room and took two pillows and a thick blanket from a box. "If you feel hungry or thirsty, help yourself," she said after placing them on the mattress. "The drinks are in the fridge, but there is a water dispenser on the counter if you want lukewarm water. The cabinet over the gas stove has some ramen. Do you know how to use a gas stove?"
Seokjin nodded his head.
"Okay. And, uh... the kitchen utensils are all in the right-hand drawer of the stove. Knives and scissors are on the left."
Seokjin nodded once more.
"Also, if you wish to open the kitchen windows while cooking, don't leave them open. I don't want any bugs in my house."
"Okay."
"And... That's all, I think. I'm going to sleep now. Good night," she said.
When Seokjin called her, she was ready to open the door to her room. "Hye-ryeong."
Hye-ryeong turned to face him. She pushed her spectacles up her nose, raising her eyebrows to ask him if he needed anything else.
Seokjin rubbed his nape with his hand. "Thank... thank you," he said hesitantly.
Smiling at him, she went into her room and locked the door. She stood at the door for a moment, thinking about how bold she was for allowing a man she barely knew to stay in her home. What she was doing was risky. Her instincts told her she was doing the right thing, even though she felt dumb for letting him in.
As she dragged herself onto the bed, she moaned at her thoughts.
**********
Seokjin stared at the ceiling, occasionally tugging the short arm sleeves away from his underarm. But he said nothing about how snug the garment was around his upper body. His abdominal area appeared to be the perfect fit.
He glanced at the ceiling once the shirt was in the proper position. He could not sleep.
The heaviness in his heart allowed him to sigh loudly.
He loved her so much that he didn't care if he appeared to others as an idiot, and he didn't care how fatigued he was from his hunt
for Choi Hye-ryeong.
It still convinced him that Hye-ryeong, whom he met there, was his reincarnated fiancée. Seeing how she acted in the present hurt so much, and it was difficult to comprehend that reincarnation had separated them in such a terrible way. He wondered how fated soulmates met and identified each other on Earth.
With a hand under the pillow, he lay on his side. Would it be helpful if he brought up a memory? Would she recall the times they spent together previously? Would she recall how they had pledged to meet again in the next life?
Nonetheless, this was a reincarnation effect, not a case of transient amnesia. He remembered a lady from his generation telling him that when they were reborn, their memories would be washed away.
What if she was not there? Is there going to be any more in the future?
This was becoming difficult, Seokjin realized. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him, to the point where he was experiencing emotional distress. "I miss you," he murmured. And then he sighed.
