Earned It | KSJ 🔞

Chapter 24: Better

Kwon Boram's POV

"I just got my period," I told him the next morning as I come back in our bedroom from the bathroom. "At least now I'm sure why I felt sick."

I was still on my robe because I just had finished my bath, and I'm on my way to our walk-in closet to get ready for work. I was already mentally taking note of stopping by to a pharmacy to get pain killers, knowing that it's going to be a tough battle especially tomorrow and the day after for me.

"How many days exactly were you delayed?" He asked.

"Ten days." I answered.

"Shouldn't you have that checked just to be sure?" He asked, but I shook my head and said, "I don't think so. I usually get delayed whenever I'm extremely stressed."

"But aren't you somehow more free than you were? I mean, the cafe is already open and you have no on-going projects anymore," he stood up, ready to enter the bathroom.

"Touche. I'll set an appointment with Byul then," I said, assuring him, but I knew the answer was because of our recent fight, well, not exactly that but really, it was every negative emotions that flooded my system that brought me so much stress. However, I didn't tell him that anymore because it didn't matter currently and I didn't want to bring what happened up. I'm okay now. We are okay now.

In fact, we are better now.

I was about to enter our walk-in closet when a thought, or rather, a fact slipped in my head randomly.

"Speaking of the cafe," I said, retracting him from entering the bathroom.

"What?" He asked cluelessly, eyes fixed on me as he blinked slowly.

"Aside from when we were fighting and made up, you've never really visited my cafe." I raised a brow at him. I wasn't mad, but I was wondering why, actually. I mean, has the thought never even crossed his mind?

"Yes, and?" He asked, and it sounded like he was being careful with his response.

"Relax. I'm not mad. But I'm wondering why," I assured him, and he exhaled a breath of relief he probably hoped I would not notice.

"I'm more focused on making things up with you—Don't get me wrong. It's not because I don't care about it. I care. I know how much that cafe means to you, but I was just too focused on fixing us, the thought hasn't really crossed my mind since you were also mostly home after we made up." He scratched the back of his head, unable to look me straight in the eye. He was nervous, and I was amused by seeing him become like that because of its rareness.

"Okay. Then, I'll be expecting you there later after work." I smiled at him cheekily, before entering the closet to get ready.

I was already doing my makeup when he entered. He was wearing nothing and only had his towel wrapped around his hips as coverage. I shamelessly enjoyed the view, staring at him through the mirror of my vanity table, eyes carving every lines and curves of his toned body without any guilt even if he catches me.

His body remains toned, but he has gotten more muscles, probably from hitting the gym more often as a diversion from whatever happened between us.

"You're gawking," he said as he removed his towel. He began sliding on his boxers while staring at me through the mirror.

I grinned. "Can you blame me?"