To Be or Not To Be A Family - Chapter 77

“What happened to your shirt?” asked Hei-Ran to Yong-Sun.

That made him conscious of his unbuttoned shirt. He closed his shirt and said, “nothing, mom. It happened while I was handling Ashma. She was talking nonsense in her drunk state. I had to tie her up to the seat and bring her here.”

“Ha-ha, she will be too much for you to handle,” teased Hei-Ran.

“Mom?” asked Yong-Sun.

“Nothing, dear,” smiled Hei-Ran and again went to check on Ashma.

Every fifteen minutes, Yong-Sun went to his room and checked on Ashma, but she kept sleeping. After three hours Seung came back, removed the needle, and took the banana bag with her. Ashma was still sleeping it off.

“She might feel a hangover, she might not feel it. Take care of her and make sure she drinks a lot of fluids and eats food,” suggested Seung and left the Seo mansion.

Vidhi kept calling every hour to get the update about Ashma but there was no news except Ashma was still sleeping. The only news she got was that the IV was over and what Seung told them to do. Vidhi was still in distress and kept asking everyone to take her to her daughter. But everyone assured her that her daughter will be safe with Yong-Sun and Hei-Ran and anyway she will be back in the morning.

Hei-Ran and Yong-Sun had their dinner and went to sleep. Yong-Sun set an alarm on his phone every hour to check on Ashma.

It was around 2 am when Ashma opened her eyes. Her head was pounding, she was sweating all over. Her heart was beating fast, and she was having difficulty opening her eyes.

“Oh, my head,” she groaned. “Oh, my stomach, what the hell happened?”

She tried to open her eyes, but everything was still black. She rubbed her eyes and again opened them, the room was still black. She touched all around for her phone. She found her phone on the bed rest. One touch, and her phone unlocked. After a few more touches she, switch on her flashlight app.

The light stung her eyes. She never knew what hangover was or never had sensitivity to light or sound. She immediately covered her phone with her hands and dimmed the light. Slowly, she adjusted her eyes to the light and went to the switch to get the lights. But that portion of the wall was blank. There were no switches.

She looked around with the help of her flashlight and found the switch next to the door. She switched on the light. It was difficult to open her eyes. Her head started pounding harder. She pressed the sides of her temple, and it eased her pain.

She blinked a few times and looked around; a strange room was staring in her face. She never saw such a room. Where was she?

The beautiful light blue room was decorated with dark blue and purple curtains. The bed was pristine white. The room had a huge shelf filled with books. A sofa set matching with the bed was placed in one corner. The whole room gave a vibe of royalty.

“Where am I? This is not my room,” said Ashma.

She turned 360 degrees and looked closely at the room. There were few frames on the wall and on the bed rest. She picked up the frame on the bed rest. The man in the photo was Yong-Sun.

“What? Am I in his room? What am I doing in his room? Wait! What am I doing in his house? Wait! How did I come to his house? What happened?” she facepalmed.

She rubbed her forehead and tried remembering what happened, but the memories betrayed her. Her hands moved over her stomach as it grumbled with hunger. Not only hungry she was thirsty too. She thought of going to the kitchen.

She bent her neck in all directions to ease the soreness. Her whole body was aching with tiredness. She had no idea why she was feeling hungry, thirsty, tired, aching all over. All she knew was that she had to remember what happened to her after she was at the resort. That was the last memory she had.

She looked around, it was a strange place for her. She had no idea where the kitchen was. She moved out of the door and came into a dark living room. The lights from the night light were lighting the place. She looked closely and found the kitchen.

She went into the kitchen. As she didn’t want to wake anyone up, she didn’t get the lights of the kitchen. She switched on her flashlight and looked around. There was a large fridge in a corner. The first thing she did was take a bottle of cold water and she drank it completely. She was so thirsty that she finished the full bottle.

She gasped for air after drinking and then opened the fridge again. She was finding something to eat but had no idea what to eat.

Meanwhile, the alarm on Yong-Sun’s phone rang. As Ashma was sleeping in his bed, he slept in the guest room. He left the bed and tiptoed towards his room. He saw the light was on. He was happy that she woke up. He ran to her room but was shocked to see that she was not in the room. The sound of the opening of the fridge informed him of the whereabouts of Ashma.

He ran to the kitchen. She was drinking water from the bottle. She gulped the whole bottle within a minute. She was then searching for something in the fridge. He understood that she was hungry.

“Let me help you,” he whispered.

“Woah!” she was startled. She dropped her phone. He immediately grabbed her and pinned her to the wall next to the fridge. His hand covered her mouth preventing her from screaming further.

“Uhmma is sleeping, shh, shh, shh,” said Yong-Sun.

She nodded. They both looked into each other eyes. The next moment, they forgot how to blink. They forgot how to breathe. The only light in the room was Ashma’s phone yet they were able to look at each other easily as if they knew what the other looked like. Her big, beautiful eyes had a certain pull. Both gulped simultaneously.

The yellow kitchen turned red, and romance was in the air. Violins and saxophones and pianos were playing in the background. Soft romantic music was reaching their ears. Rose petals were floating in the air. It seemed as if pearls were dropping from the sky.

They were too close to each other. Their chests were rising and falling in rhythm. Her warm breath was falling on his palm. Her soft lips were enclosed in his hands.

Ashma kept looking into his eyes and suddenly everything flashed before her eyes. How she took off her dress, then there was something after that. She remembered that Yong-Sun grabbed her and took her to a room and oh no! she kissed him. Shit! She kissed him.

Ashma gasped as he remembered everything.

“Are you alright?” asked Yong-Sun after she gasped. But her mouth was covered, she could not answer him.

“Say something,” said Yong-Sun, concerned.

Ashma raised her eyebrow and gestured towards his hand. He understood that he was still covering her mouth. “Oh, sorry!” he grinned like an idiot. “Are you okay?”

“No, I am not. My head is pounding, my stomach is growling, I am sore all over. What happened to me?” pouted Ashma.

“That’s hangover,” informed Yong-Sun.

“Hangover?” asked Ashma.

“Yes, you get it after you drink alcohol,” said Yong-Sun.

“Oh shit, that stupid old man,” chided Ashma.

“Hey! Don’t talk like that about harabuhji,” scolded Yong-Sun.

“One day, I will, aahhh…” snapped Ashma.

“Okay, take your revenge, but first you need to eat,” said Yong-Sun.

“My stomach, I feel hungry but don’t feel like eating,” groaned Ashma.

“That’s hangover for you.”

“Great! my teetotaller record is broken,” Ashma was sad.

‘Well, you are a cute drunk,” said Yong-Sun.

“What is cute drunk?” asked Ashma.

“Okay, fine, you are annoying drunk,” teased Yong-Sun.

“Hey! Well, what did I do? Did I do something wrong?” asked Ashma s she wanted to know what Yong-Sun would tell her. Would he hide that she kissed him, or will he tell her?

“Well, I had to tie you to the seat of my car,” informed Yong-Sun.

“What?” Ashma was shocked.

“And you wanted to kiss Seung,” said Yong-Sun, teasingly.

“Who?” asked Ashma, confused.

“My friend and the doctor who gave you the banana bag,” educated Yong-Sun.

“I had an IV?” Ashma slightly raised her voice, but Yong-Sun placed one finger on her lips.

“Uhmma!” he exclaimed.

“Sorry,” she said, and Yong-Sun removed his finger. He clenched his fist as he touched her lips, that sensation was out of the world. She looked at her hand. Her dress was unfamiliar to her. She looked at herself and said, “what the hell? What is this?”

“Um… this is Baekhyeona’s jacket,” said Yong-Sun.

“What happened to my dress?” asked Ashma, confused.

“You don’t remember,” Yong-Sun was disappointed. He wanted her to remember the kiss. The kiss, that she initiated.

She remembered everything but lied, “no.”

“So, what happened was you removed your dress and took a shower,” told Yong-Sun.

This was the one detail that she had no idea about. She screamed “What? Shit! There were paparazzi. Shit! Shit! Shit!”

“Woah! Woah, woah! Chill! remember Uhmma,” said Yong-Sun.

“I am so sorry,” apologised Ashma.

“By the way, Harabuhji took care of that,” said Yong-Sun.

“Who took care of what now?” Ashma was puzzled.

“He himself went to the paparazzi and deleted your photographs,” informed Yong-Sun.

“He did that?” Ashma was shocked to her core.

“You think he didn’t care for you, but I know he likes you,” said Yong-Sun.

“Haa… in your dreams,” mocked Ashma.

“I know my harabuhji. He loves a good challenge, and no one has ever challenged him as you did. And you won every single time. He never accepts defeat, but he did that with you,” educated Yong-Sun.

“Whatever!”

While they were talking, Yong-Sun was heating up food for her. He plated her food and presented it to her. She looked at him with a smile.. His heart skipped a beat.