[END] Wandee Wittaya (ENG)

13 (Rematch)

[Wandee's POV]

It's been 5:30am. And here I am, sitting in front of the dining table. Yoryak was already wearing his school uniform, he walked back and forth between the kitchen and the table where we ate. Yak has a piece of toast in his mouth and holds two steaming cups in his hands. He placed one cup in front of me which is hot chocolate and the other side across from me. He takes coffee. I noticed that the house was cleaner than usual after Yak cleaned it. I don't know why but Yak woke up early that morning to cook breakfast and clean up the mess I made. We are like newlyweds.

"You got up early." I greeted him who was still a bit sleepy after taking a shower. I thought not to take it because my hands were still busy putting skincare products on my skin. Well routine.

Yak was angry with me this morning. He spoke to me in his usual harsh voice, he frowned and glared at me while sitting on the chair. He pulled the piece of toast from his mouth and stared at me intently with his bright eyes.

"You're flawless already, why do you have to do that Dee?"

"I must be beautiful and smooth because I'm a doctor, I don't want to look like a patient..." I said.

"You have a pimple..."

"Don't pay attention to it. Maybe it will decrease, I'll pinch you in the egg." I stood up from my chair, and grabbed the piece of toast from his hand. I went into the bathroom to look in the mirror at the rash on my face. "Nothing."

When I came out of the bathroom, I brought my face closer, so that Yak could see that I didn't have a pimple. Then Yak just let out a laugh, grabbed my waist, and pulled me to sit on his left thigh. Yak pulled me close to his chest and buried his nose in my neck. He licked my neck a little so it got wet. I could smell the coffee on this man's breath.

"Let me rephrase the question. They say you're thinking of someone that's why you're crying. Am I the one in your face...?"

"...What do you think?"

"I don't know... You feel it." I answered in a grumpy voice because I was still a little angry, but I let him continue hugging me. One of his hands started playing, wandering here and there until I felt goosebumps.

"Dee..." He whispered in my ear in a husky voice.

"What?"

"Why do you smell so nice?"

"What are you talking about? Of course I am. I use the scented soap." I spoke softly because he was too close.

"You know I want to fuck you on the table right now..."

"Crazy... You're such a pervert."

"55555." He grinned. A laugh that clearly expresses his cunning. I turned my head to look at him with a suspiciously raised eyebrow, slightly rubbing my eyes when I saw the corner of his mouth curved.

"What are you smiling about?"

"In the middle of the kitchen dining table, I was just wearing a plain black shirt and tied with a rope, I was beaten with a belt, while in a dog style position... Hmm... How can you write a dirty story on paper and throw it here?" He said while grinning.

"Huh?" I screamed in shock. Then the man took out a crumpled paper from his pocket. No! It can't be. This is my handwriting. I wrote this when I was alone and missed him. That's it, Wandee. He opened the crumpled paper. My face turned red. I reached out and grabbed the paper, tearing it. Even though I know it's useless, because Yak has seen everything.

'Why... Why did I write like this?'

"You Dee ah... You're horny."

"Shut up! It's not mine. It's Pakkao's! Yes! It's Pakkao's."