To Be or Not To Be A Family - Chapter 86

Ashma was done with her mom. She was happy that she was not with Young-Soo. She was happy that everyone was dancing with the people they were supposed to, except Yong-Sun. She kept staring at Yong-Sun. He was too busy dancing with Young-Mi. Once or twice he glanced in her direction. She thought it was an accidental glance. She clenched and unclenched her fists hard making her fingernails dig hard into her palm. Along with her fists, she kept clenching her jaws too.

She kept scrunching her nose. It was getting difficult for her to breathe. First, her mother was dancing with someone she didn’t want and now Yong-Sun was dancing with someone she didn’t want him to. It was like everyone was trying to piss her off. Her eyes teared up with anger. She didn’t want to cry in front of everyone. She knew people would think that she was sad when in fact she was mad, super mad.

She moved away from the living room. She had no idea where her feet were taking her. She just looked ahead and moved into a room. Her eyes fell on the pale yellow walls of the room. She was new to the room. Never during her time in Korea, she ever entered the room. She realised that hers was the only room she ever entered in the Park mansion.

She took a deep breath and stopped her tears from falling down. She looked around the room. The bed, the couch, the closet all were sea-green in colour. The room looked like a beautiful jungle. But she could not appreciate the beauty of it. There were pics of Baek-Hyeon and Chin-Sun plastered all over the room. She realised that she walked into Baek-Hyeon’s room.

She closed the door and leaned over the wall with her back on it. She kept hitting her head on the wall.

She closed her eyes and exhaled. “Why am I feeling like this? What is happening to me?” she shouted. She covered her face with her palms and rubbed her face vigorously. She groaned loudly, “ahhh…” Keeping her eyes closed, she massaged her temple and exhaled loudly. “Get a grip, get a grip, get a grip,” she repeated it over and over.

The next instant she opened her eyes and flinched. She screamed loudly, “aaahhh…” and threw a punch but the person in front of her ducked immediately. “Oh, it’s you.” Yong-Sun was standing in front of her. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“You are scared?” asked Yong-Sun.

“Why can’t I be scared?” snapped Ashma.

“This is how you get scared? By throwing a punch?” inquired Yong-Sun.

“I am sorry about that. By the way, what are you doing here?” sniffled Ashma.

“The real question is what are you doing here?” questioned Yong-Sun.

“Nothing you should concern yourself with, Seo Yong-Sun,” chided Ashma.

“Are you here to cry?” teased Yong-Sun.

Ashma looked angrily at him. “Why should I be crying?” snapped Ashma.

“I don’t know maybe because I was dancing with Young-Mi,” replied Yong-Sun.

Ashma’s mouth fell open. “I… I don’t care, you can dance with anyone you want.”

“Are you sure? Because you were talking about why you were feeling weird?” pointed out Yong-Sun.

Ashma was shocked. She blinked her eyes multiple times with shock. “Huh… How did you know?”

“You told me,” replied Yong-Sun with an annoying smile on his face.

“Wait a minute!” Ashma reached towards Yong-Sun and tried to touch him. He vanished like a puff of smoke, but reappeared again, smiling. “Great, I am daydreaming, I mean night dreaming, I mean, we… have dreams at night. What am I even talking about? And why am I talking to you, you are a figment of my imagination,” shouted Ashma.

She opened the door in a fit and was about to walk away when she bumped into Yong-Sun for real. He grabbed her shoulder making sure that was okay.

He looked at her worried. “Who are you talking to?” he asked.

Ashma jerked herself out of his grip and moved backwards in the room. “Um… no one,” she replied.

“Ashma!” emphasised Yong-Sun and moved towards Ashma. He closed the door behind him. Now, both were alone in a closed room. Ashma started sweating with fear.

She gulped, “what did he hear? What does he know? Calm down, probably he heard nothing.” She looked at Yong-Sun and asked, “what?”

“Why did you run away from the party?” inquired Yong-Sun.

Ashma cleared her throat. “I didn’t run away I came to get some air,” lied Ashma with confidence.

“Inside the house?” mocked Yong-Sun.

Ashma facepalmed mentally. Now she had to go with her lie. “Yes, um… the crowd makes me uncomfortable,” she told another lie to hide the first lie.

“You are literally surrounded by paparazzi all the time and the crowd makes you uncomfortable?” taunted Yong-Sun.

“Yyesss…” she said hesitatingly. “They do?”

“Are you telling me or asking me?” asked Yong-Sun.

“Telling, definitely telling,” replied Ashma.

“You are lying.”

“I am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“Ashma! Tell me the truth, what are you doing in Baek-Hyeon’s room?” Yong-Sun’s tone turned serious.

“I told you I came here for some air,” repeated Ashma.

Yong-Sun looked down and exhaled loudly. He lifted his head and looked directly at Ashma.

“What?” asked Ashma.

Yong-Sun moved towards her, grabbed her and pinned her to the wall. He was holding her shoulders tightly. “You are lying,” he shouted.

“Let me go,” Ashma wiggled hard but was unable to get out of his grip.

“Why so that you can run to another room?” shouted Yong-Sun, again. The music outside was so loud that no one was unable to hear their screams and shouts. No one even realised that they were missing as everyone was busy dancing and eating and enjoying the party.

“Why would I run?” yelled Ashma.

“Because it is difficult for you to look at Young-Mi and I just like you had difficulty on that day when I kissed her,” screamed Yong-Sun with fire in his eyes.

The word kiss made her see the picture of Yong-Sun kissing Young-Mi. this time her heart didn’t break, this time her mind melted. She wanted to kick him, punch him, bite his head off. She gritted her teeth, clenched her jaw and punched him hard on his stomach. “Shut up! Shut up!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. The veins in her throat and forehead popped out. He fell to the ground with her punch.

While standing up, he teased, “oh someone is getting angry. Why did that hurt you?”

“I will hurt you if you don’t shut up,” shouted Ashma.

“You don’t want anything between us so if I am dancing with some other girl why is it bothering you?” questioned Yong-Sun.

That question broke her angry persona. She cleared her throat again and gulped to calm herself down. “Who said that bothered me? I could care less.”

Yong-Sun pressed her lips together and looked at Ashma. “Hmm… Fine, then I am going back to dancing with her, who knows what this night would lead to?” he teased her again.

“Whatever!” she cracked her knuckles and was about to walk away.

But Yong-Sun started talking before she could open the door. “Maybe I will pull her closer to me, put my hands over the small of her back, then slowly run my hands all over her back.” She turned towards him to listen to him carefully. “I am thinking about taking her to the terrace, you know where we kissed, it’s a private place. I would love to kiss her there. I think I will make that my kissing place.”

Ashma closed her eyes, her tongue was stuck on her teeth. She was fuming with anger. Smoke was coming out of her nose and ears. Yong-Sun noticed that. He couldn’t help but smile. His smile made her angrier. He was messing with the bull and was ready to get the horns. But he had to take the risk, he needed to know what was in her heart.

Yong-Sun continued, “then I will take her to the guest bedroom that is next to your bedroom. I would love to see her out of the hanbok. Oh, that red room will increase our sexual desire. I swear she would look hot in her undergarments.” Ashma raised her eyebrows.

“She told me she was wearing red lingerie,” said Yong-Sun. Ashma had her resting bitch face on. She was biting her inner lips and staring at Yong-Sun with a death stare. She tightened her fists.

“I would love to take her out of her clothes and kiss her all over.” Yong-Sun closed her eyes as if he was picturing Young-Mi naked. Ashma inhaled sharply and clenched her teeth. More than clenching her teeth she was grinding them with fury. “My body pressed against hers would surely feel great. What say? Should I do that?” Yong-Sun opened his eyes and looked at Ashma.

Ashma smiled at him, sarcastically. “I will tell you what should you do.” She grabbed his face with one hand and pushed him back. He stumbled on the couch and fell on it. She immediately jumped on the couch and covered his chest with her hanbok as she sat on him.

“You want to kiss her?” kapow! A punch landed on his face.

“You want to have your way with her?” pow! Another punch landed on his face.

She kept raining punches on him. “Ow! Ow!” he screamed. Instantly he grabbed her arms and jerked himself up. That made her fall down on the floor. He rolled her once and landed on the top of her.

“Get off me,” shouted Ashma and raised her head but his grip was stronger and she knew that. He was superior to her in martial arts.

“Stop hitting me!” exclaimed Yong-Sun.

“No, never,” yelled Ashma.

“Why are you hitting me?” screamed Yong-Sun.

“You want to kiss someone else. How dare you?” her whole body was shivering violently with anger. She looked into his eyes, lifted her head and smashed her lips onto his.. All her passion, all her anger went into the kiss.