A Tweak In Time (KTH) •Ongoing•

▶ Chapter X

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I don't wish to be forgotten,

especially by you.

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It was yet another tranquil morning that Younggeum didn't forget to be grateful for. She cherished her time being alive more than anything but a certain chain of memories wanted her to delve into the comfort of her duvet and not come out anymore though the sun was calling out to her.

She was buried deep into the shores of embarrassment and no ship or a log could help save her from the inevitable awkward meeting she had to look forward to if she bumped into him.

If he even remembered, that is.

Younggeum had handled tons of drunk men before. It was one of the perks of disguising into the state's armed forces. She can't deny, she had been a rebel back then. The stereotypical image of women sitting idly in houses while men work hard to put money on the table didn't sit too well with her.

As a consequence, she had to go on innumerable expeditions to places where alcohol and women were a must and handle people who were either choked by the intoxicating drink or were blinded with lust or even, both.

But watching her own Majesty wrapped in the strings of wine made her hesitate. She didn't seem too reluctant when it came to other people because she didn't know them nor did they know her. It was also highly not possible for them recognise each other on the street.

But the problem in this situation lied in recognition. He knew her and she knew him. There was absolutely no way she wouldn't be able to touch him in the most inappropriate place to lift him up. Back then, it was easy because she was disguised as a man and it was easy for her to carry the others without seeming too suspicious.

But again, the underlying conflict within her rose their voice.

He was her husband for goodness' sake!

"Mister Kim, can you walk?" She asked despite knowing he was in no condition to move a muscle.

"Mhm?" His body responded to her call but there was a nowhere definite answer near that. Sensing she wouldn't be able to get a reply from him, she opted to have him drink atleast a little water to keep his head from hammering the next day.

She fast-paced to the kitchen to pour him a glass of water and reach back to him as soon as possible but panic arose when she heard groans resonating from the living room. Marching back to the living room from the kitchen with a new accessory in hand, her eyes noticed the new position he was in.

His spine was straight and was hunched over the sofa on which his head layed. A little peek of his Adam's apple bobbing up and down warned her that it was time for her to look away. It was considered indecency to stare at the others with a vague intention and Younggeum was not ready to cause the society that disgrace yet.

She put the glass on the black coffee-table and drove her attention to him again.

His legs were spread and one of his hand rested on his thighs and despite knowing the rules of the society, she could help but think that they looked a little...inviting. Averting her gaze once more, she perched near him and called out softly.

"Mister Kim? Mister Kim? Can you hear me?" He laid still.

Sighing, she tried calling to him again but he didn't even bat an eyelash. She was almost at the verge of giving up, when a wicked idea entered into her mind which would probably get herself in trouble but she couldn't care less. At this moment, her top most priority was the health of her husband.