To Be or Not To Be A Family - Chapter 62

“Harabuhji, they need your signature,” shouted Yong-Sun from the door.

“I am coming,” said Young-Jae and got up from the couch.

Meanwhile, Yong-Sun received the parcel and waited for Young-Jae. When he saw him arriving, he took the parcel in his hand and moved towards the first floor. He reached the bottom of the stairs where Young-Mi was waiting for him. She gave him a sweet smile. He returned the smile politely. Immediately he looked away and started climbing the stairs. Young-Mi followed him.

As Yong-Sun was climbing, Young-Mi kept staring at his ass. His derriere was moving up and down with every foot movement. Young-Mi bit her lips with lust. She wanted to grab his behind in her hands. Yong-Sun was too delicious for her. She glanced at Ashma who was least interested in what Young-Mi and Yong-Sun were doing. She happily moved upstairs.

He reached the top of the stairs and she crossed him and reached Young-Jae’s room first as she had to open the door. They both went inside. Yong-Sun started walking away.

Suddenly, Young-Mi said, “Please help me open the parcel. I have to check if they send the right painting.”

“You can do it on your own,” said Yong-Sun, respectfully.

“Pleaseee,” she batted her eyes at him.

“Fine,” Yong-Sun said, defeated.

He took a deep breath, moved ahead, and stood near the parcel. He started opening the thread that was tied but was unable to untie the knot. Young-Mi saw him struggling. She moved next to him, overlapped her hands on his hands and started untying the knot. He jerked his hands away. She smirked and opened the knot on her own.

Yong-Sun again started to leave. She called after him, “Please, hold the parcel and I will get rid of the wrapping paper.”

“Okay.” He moved to the side of the painting and held it tightly.

Before she took off the wrapping paper she screamed, “oh it’s so hot.” She opened the first two buttons of her shirt and her cleavage along with her black lacy bra was visible. She then tied her hair in a bun showing off her neckline. Yong-Sun lowered his gaze instantly. She looked at Yong-Sun and licked her lips seductively. Yong-Sun kept looking in every direction of the room except directly at Young-Mi. All he wanted was to run away from there.

When Ashma was too close to him he loved that sensation but when Young-Mi was this close to him he felt uncomfortable. Ashma didn’t have to show off her skin to attract him. Her one look was enough for him. He loved looking at her, spending time with her, fighting with her. Young-Mi only made him feel uneasy and troubled. He knew Young-Mi liked him, but he had no feelings for her, and he always made that clear, but she never understood that.

His hands were shivering with fear and discomfort. He wanted to run away but as a good human being, he had to help her. He looked at her hands, they were tearing the paper slowly. Gradually the painting was out in the open. It was a beautiful painting of a Koi fish lily pond. They were known as symbols of strength and perseverance and God knew that Young-Jae needed both to defeat Ashma. Yong-Sun smiled at the painting and thought about Ashma. A tiny girl made Young-Jae afraid, and he bought a painting for some strength. Young-Mi’s heart fluttered at his smile.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” asked Young-Mi.

“Yes, very much,” answered Yong-Sun still not looking at Young-Mi.

“It’s my choice. I selected it for him,” stated Young-Mi.

“Nice,” said Yong-Sun politely. He was looking at the door, his whole body was pointing towards the door ready to run away.

“My choice is always nice.”

“Good for you,” said Yong-Sun, sarcastically and started walking away.

“You are my choice too,” commented Young-Mi.

Yong-Sun’s jaw dropped. He halted in his path. “Listen, Bang Young-Mi! We need to talk.”

“That you have a crush on Ashma and want to do nothing with me,” said Young-Mi.

“If you know, why are you doing this?” questioned Yong-Sun.

“What am I doing?”

“All this flirting, telling me that I am your choice,” scolded Yong-Sun.

“I have not done anything yet, if you want to see my flirting, I will show you,” said Young-Mi, angrily.

“Excuse me!” She grabbed his hands and before Yong-Sun could react she pinned him against the wall. She went close to him. Her breasts were touching his chest. “What are you doing?” shouted Yong-Sun.

“You wanted to see me flirt. I am showing you.” She ran her fingers all over his chest.

He raised his hands in the air and chided, “get out of my way. I have been very patient with you but now, I have had enough. Believe me, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I am ready for you to hurt me, just give me a chance.” She moved her face next to his and touched his cheeks with hers.

“Let me go!” Yong-Sun gritted his teeth. He knew he could not increase his volume as others might hear it. They will think bad about Young-Mi, and he didn’t want that. He didn’t want to spoil her image.

“Why? So that you can run after that stupid girl sitting downstairs,” chided Young-Mi.

“I will not tolerate a single word against her,” said Yong-Sun.

“She is not worth your time. Your harabuhji wants us to end together and he hates her,” said Yong-Sun.

“What?” Yong-Sun was surprised.

“Don’t you know, why he sent us upstairs together?” asked Young-Mi.

“You are lying,” said Yong-Sun, trying to get away from her grip. If he wanted, he could have gotten from the grip in an instant but that would have hurt her, and he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Why would I? He knows you better than any of us. If he thinks I am for you, what is wrong in that,” said Young-Mi.

“I don’t like you. In fact, I have no feelings for you. Don’t you get that,” asked Yong-Sun.

“She will never love you back.”

“And I will never love you back. I never saw you with me under any circumstances.”

“You don’t know what you are missing,” said Young-Mi, seductively. She slipped her arms around his neck.

He grabbed her hands and jerked them away. “I am very happy missing that.”

“No, I will show you,”

“Excuse me!” Before Yong-Sun could say further she pushed him into the wall, placed her hands on his rock-hard chest and positioned her lips on his. He couldn’t understand what was happening to him. He tried to say something, but she grabbed the golden opportunity and pushed her tongue into his mouth.

The next moment he saw a silhouette from his peripheral vision. He heard a few thuds, and he heard a gasp. He looked at the point of the sound, he froze. It was an alarming scene in front of him. The rug was pulled from under his feet. The girl he wanted to kiss all his life was looking at him kissing someone else. A tear dropped from Ashma’s eyes. Her eyes were wide open, her eyebrows were knitted in disbelief.

“I am sorry, I am very sorry,” shouted Ashma and ran away. She had no idea where to go, her foot took her to the terrace.

Yong-Sun pushed Young-Mi away and shouted, “how dare you?”

She moved towards him, “Yongsuna!”

“Don’t you dare come near me,” he shouted and ran out of the room. He came face to face with Young-Jae.

Young-Jae singed for the parcels and slowly moved to his room to change his clothes and see the painting. The moment he reached the top of the stairs he saw Ashma running to the terrace. “This stupid girl!” he muttered and went towards his room. He came face to face to Yong-Sun. His face screamed that he was troubled. Sweats were dripping from his face. He looked left and right as if searching for something.

“What happened?” Yong-Sun remembered what Young-Mi told him. He wanted to fix him up with Young-Mi. He was furious with Young-Jae.

“Not now, harabuhji, where did she go?” shouted Yong-Sun.

“Who?” Young-Jae was confused.

“You know who, where did she go?” screamed Yong-Sun. The whole house looked at him. They could not figure out what happened now.

“What happened, Yongsuna!” asked Hei-Ran.

“I will tell you later, uhmma,” screamed Yong-Sun so that his mother could hear his words.

“She went in that direction,” Young-Jae pointed towards the terrace. Yong-Sun immediately ran towards the terrace.

He opened the door, but she was not there. He looked in every direction, but he could not find her. He was becoming tenser with every passing minute. He had to see her, make her understand that what she saw was not the truth. It was all a lie. He never kissed her. It was true that she kissed him, but he never kissed her back. He could never kiss her back. Ashma spoiled every kiss for him. Now, he only wanted to kiss her.

He looked for her at every corner of the terrace but could not find her. Why would Young-Jae lie to him? He said she went to the terrace, but she was not there. Then where was she? Defeated, he was about to walk away from the terrace when he heard a sniffle. He looked around she was still not there then where the sound was coming from.

Another sniffle and it was clear as a day. He looked up, she climbed up to the place where water tanks were installed. He hurriedly climbed up and saw her curled into a ball and sniffling. He exhaled to calm himself down. He was about to have a heart attack as he was unable to find her but was relaxed when he saw her. Slowly he moved his feet forward. He reached out for her and was about to place his hands on her shoulder, but he pulled his hands backwards and clenched his fists. He didn’t know how to talk to her, what to talk to her.