A freezing cold sensation was pushed against her cheek.
‘Ow!’
Gye-eul stared at her worriedly, ‘Does it hurt a lot?’ he asked, taking away the ice pack to look at the bruise, ‘We should have done this right away.’ (Zuben: You were a bit pushed, busy wise)
She was suddenly shy of his direct gaze and she blushed. His fingers on her skin was both thrilling and soothing. She pulled up the blanket that he had put on her, and avoided his gaze.
‘You should have avoided it.’ He grumbled.
‘Whose fault was it that I got a slap?’ Yira retorted in amazement, ‘You had to provoke her. You could have just let me go, but you were being inconsiderate.’
‘I’m sorry.’ He said softly.
‘What?’ Yira thought she heard wrong.
‘I’m sorry you got hurt because of me.’ He stroked her head. His hands were hot.
She stared at him; his expression was solemn. He truly looked apologetic.
‘Er…me too.’
‘Hm?’
‘I’m sorry too. I misunderstood the situation.’
Gye-eul smiled and said, ‘If you’re sorry, let’s eat ramen together. I’m hungry.’
Come to think of it, they hadn’t eaten. She suddenly realised she was hungry and it was almost midnight. She smiled and nodded.
As Gye-eul rose to go to the kitchen, Yira’s phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and her eyes widened,
‘Gye-eul,’
He turned back to her.
‘It’s your mom!’
‘My mom?’
She nodded and hurriedly answered the call and put it on speaker mode.
‘Hello?’
‘Yira!’
‘Hello, ma’am.’ Yira said awkwardly. While they were still in Korea, Gye-eul’s mother spoke to her more often than she spoke to her own son. They left for the US four years ago, and she hadn’t called often.
‘Long time no see. Are you doing alright?’
‘Yes, I’m doing well. How are you?’
‘We’re alright. It’s so nice to hear your voice. It’s been a long time.’
As usual without asking about Gye-eul, she chatted in her usual lively manner.
‘I was calling to let you know that we will be coming back home the day after tomorrow.’
Yira’s eyes widened. From Gye-eul’s expression, he hadn’t known either.
‘Oh…? Does Gye-eul know?’
‘I called him yesterday, and he didn’t pick up the call as usual. That’s how he is. Please let him know: We haven’t gotten anything ready, so we’ll be staying with you guys for a few days.’
Yira was suddenly embarrassed to be answering a call from Gye-eul’s mother, sitting in his sofa covered in only a blanket after having sex with her son.
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