To Be or Not To Be A Family - Chapter 63

Ashma ran to the terrace, but it was not enough for her, she wanted to run further away. Her eyes fell on the stairs to the water tanks. She ran on them, went upstairs, hid between the water tanks, and started sobbing.

“What is happening to you? Stop crying, why are you crying?” Ashma kept muttering. She had no idea why she was crying. He was kissing some other girl, so what? He was allowed to kiss anyone he wanted, why was she feeling bad about it? Why was her heart hurting? Why was her throat getting dry? Why were her tears refusing to stop?

He just kissed her once and when asked about friendship, she herself said no then why was she feeling terrible now. In fact, why was she feeling anything? She wanted nothing to do with any of the members of the Park, Man or Seo family. Then why was she feeling dejected after seeing him kissing someone else? Maybe they both liked each other. Maybe they were in love. Then why did he kiss her in the first place? Her heart fluttered when he came close to her in the morning but now her heart broke into million pieces. The pain was coming out of her eyes in form of tears.

Her lips kept quivering, she kept exhaling to calm herself down. She kept sniffling. Why was it that she kept crying every day after coming to Korea? She had to go downstairs soon otherwise, people would come to find her. What will she reply to them? Why did she run away? Why did she hide? What did she see? How could she tell everyone what Yong-Sun and Young-Mi were doing right under their noses? And why would she tell anyone, it was none of her business.

The picture of her face in front of his, her mouth on his, her hands on his chest were burning in her eyes. Her eyes were red with crying. Her heart and her head were throbbing with pain. She placed her hands on her chest and clenched them hard trying to ease her pain. She curled herself in a ball and kept sobbing.

Seeing her crying again, broke Yong-Sun heart. He hated to see her cry and this time he was the reason for her sadness. He wanted to pull her closer in his arms and comfort her as he did in the hospital, as he did on the beach. Why did she walk in at the wrong moment? He only liked Ashma and no one else, how could he tell her?

He clenched and unclenched his fists a few times and gathered some courage. He had to face her anyhow, so why not now? He placed his hands on her shoulder. She thought someone found her. She stood up with a jerk, wiped her face and faced him. She looked at the person who found her, it was Yong-Sun. She lowered her face immediately. She didn’t want him to see her like that. She turned away.

He grabbed her hand and forced her to look in his direction. She twisted her arm trying to get away from him. He pulled her and grabbed her shoulder. He stared at her face. It was red with crying. Her cheeks, her nose, her eyes all were red. He wanted to kiss every portion of her face and make it all right.

“Let me go,” she pleaded and sniffled.

“No, listen to me,” said Yong-Sun.

“I said, let me go,” shouted Ashma.

“Fine, then tell me why are you crying?” asked Yong-Sun.

“None of your business,” replied Ashma and looked away.

He placed his thumb on her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. “Is that because you saw the kiss?” he asked.

“I don’t care. It’s your life. You can kiss anyone you want,” chided Ashma and kept jerking his hand away. He would grab her hands, she would jerk away. He would touch her face, she would swat his hand away.

Lastly, he placed his hands on her shoulder and said, “I was not kissing her.”

“Oh, yes, of course, you were not kissing her. You just had your mouth inside hers. You do that with every girl you see that’s how you greet people,” snapped Ashma. Her sorrow turned into anger. Every word from her mouth was like a dagger. She was stabbing at Yoong-Sun’s heart with her every word.

“She grabbed me and kissed me,” explained Yong-Sun.

“Listen to me, look at my lips, read them, I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU DO,” enunciated Ashma.

“Yes you care, otherwise you would not have run away and cried for that.” Suddenly he realised what he said. “Wait! You saw me kissing and felt bad, you felt something for me.” He was happy now, he was happy that she was crying, because she was crying for him not because of him. “You have feelings for me,” he said happily.

“In your dreams,” shouted Ashma.

“Then why are you crying?” inquired Yong-Sun, again.

“As I said none of your business. My eyes, my tears, I can do anything with them.”

“Ashma! Listen to me,” he pleaded. “I didn’t kiss her, she kissed me.”

“As if someone can force kiss you,” snapped Ashma, again.

“I did, to you, in the hospital. I kissed you forcefully,” he shouted. Abruptly he cried, “Bloody hell! You kissed me back.” His eyes opened, he could see clearly what happened that day.

Ashma was shocked. It was true that she kissed him back. Why did she kiss me back? “Excuse me!”

“That day you kissed me back,” repeated Yong-Sun.

“You are out of your mind,” said Ashma. She had to deny that she kissed him too.

“I was, but not I am awake.”

“Yeah, just because you kissed someone else,” chided Ashma.

“I… didn’t… kiss… her,” shouted Yong-Sun.

“I don’t care.” Ashma was in his face. “You can kiss anyone, anywhere you want, just let me go.”

“Really! I can kiss anyone I want?” inquired Yong-Sun through gritted teeth.

“Do I have to say in other languages?”

“Think twice before answering,” warned Yong-Sun.

“You can bloody well kiss anyone you want, I DON’T CARE.”

“Fine.” Yong-Sun snaked his hand on her waist and pulled her closer to his chest. She tried to kick him to get away but he dodged her hit and pushed her to the nearby water tank. He grabbed her hands in one hand and pulled them over her head. He moved his other hand in her beautiful, soft, silky hair and lifted her head up. She was breathing heavily. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly.

She was dressed in a simple T-shirt and pyjamas yet his heart was beating faster as she was in his arms. Her lips were too close to his. Her breath was falling on his face. She was looking at him with pleading eyes. But what were they pleading he couldn’t understand. Were they pleading to kiss her or not to kiss her? He only knew that he had to listen to his heart and his heart was telling him to kiss her.

Both their hearts were beating in tandem. Their chests were rising and falling in rhythm. They were breathing heavily. Her breath quivered. His breath trembled. She gulped. He looked at her throat and his feelings gave in.

He moved his head towards her and softly placed his lips on her. A tear dropped from her eyes. She felt content. The feeling of his lips on her lips was out of the world. First, she was fighting with him, trying to get out of his grip but after the kiss, she surrendered completely.

He let go of her hands and wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer to himself. He just kissed another girl a few seconds ago but the feeling of kissing Ashma was enticing. Her soft lips, her silky hair, her waist all made the experience enthralling.

He could not control his emotions. His hands were running all over her back. She too ran her hand over his arms and slowly wrapped them around his neck. They didn’t even stop to breathe once. Both were out of the air and stopped for a second. He again placed his lips on hers but this time she was ready. She gave him an opening and he inserted his tongue in her mouth. Their tongue swirled together. Both were feeling each other’s warm mouths. The cold air was now pleasant to both of them.

They were in each other’s embrace and completely forgot that their family members were sitting downstairs and they had to go quickly. They forgot about the world around them. Only those two existed at that moment. Yong-Sun even forgot that he kissed a girl a few minutes ago. All he remembered was that somehow he ran after Ashma and was now kissing her. He regretted not kissing her in the morning but now was just too much into love.

Should he tell her that he was already falling for her? How would she react? Would she reject him? But she was kissing him too, again and he was very much enjoying the feeling. He wanted more. His hands suddenly slipped under her shirt. The cold hands jolted her out of the romantic world.

She pushed him away and stood away from him breathing heavily and gulping in between breaths.

“I am sorry,” Yong-Sun too was breathing in shudders.

“For what?” Ashma gulped.

“For touching you,”

“And?” she raised one eyebrow unable to look him in his eyes.

“Oh, not for kissing you. I can kiss you anytime, anywhere, any moment,” he said and stepped a step forward.

She remained silent. She had no idea what to say. He moved towards her, she stepped back and licked her lips with tension. The sexual tension was too much. She knew she would let him do anything if she didn’t calm herself down.

“We should go, everyone will worry where we are,” said Ashma.

Little did they know that one of the family members saw everything, heard everything.. That family member saw them kissing.