VIRAL LOVE Chapter 45 : DOMESTIC “Freedom finally!” Si-jin sighs as he walks out of the specialist’s office. He has gone to his orthopedic specialist in Capital Seoul and finally gotten the greenlight to remove the pesky walking boot off of his foot. His ankle has healed nicely despite the crazy stuffs he had put it through these past few weeks; like chasing some psycho sparkly jerkward off of his girlfriend, for example. Dae-young snorts next to him. “Maybe next match don’t go provoking the opponent too much? Then they wouldn’t feel like kicking you so hard your bone cracked?” Si-jin huffs in reply. “I was playing as I usually played. And did you hang out with my girlfriend or something? It was fractured okay, not cracked.” “We all knew you weren’t in your right head that night, bro.” Si-jin waves him off. He doesn’t even want to think about his last match. “Water under the bridge already. Let’s move on. I have many more matches to look forward to.” His manager nods in agreement. “So what’s the plan? You guys are flying back to London in four days, right?” “Yes. Mo-yeon has tons of new projects so she’ll be occupied with writing while I start my training again.” He can’t help the wide grin spreading across his face. “Haish! I’m so excited. The flat is definitely not going to like before now that she’s finally going to be with me. And now that I can run again I’m so going to force her to exercise with me. And she can finally see me play the game live.” Dae-youn shakes his head in amusement. “You guys literally sound like a married couple. I have no idea why aren’t you making it official already. Myeong-joo is already subscribing to every wedding magazine they’re selling here. I nearly freaked out when I first saw her reading one….I thought she wanted us to get married.” He ignores the dirty look Si-jin is throwing his way and continues, “Turns out she’s in her weird Yookang Couple shipper mode again. And it’s like the whole country is shipping you. There’s marriage rumor popping up almost every week.” Si-jin sighs as they walk together to the parking lot. “You think I don’t want to? We sleep on the same bed every freaking night. Every morning when I wake up with her arms and legs all over me I have to restrain myself from dragging her to the registry office and getting her to marry me on the spot.” Dae-young chokes on his spit. “Bro, that’s too much info even for me.” Si-jin bursts out laughing at Dae-young’s appalled face. “I’m going to get down on my knees and ask her on the 25th of June next year. Exactly one year after we meet at that cafe.” Dae-young blinks as his brain tries to figure out the date. “25th June next year? But that’s right in the middle of…” He looks at Si-jin with dread, “Yaah….are you sure that’s a good idea? This is Kang Mo-yeon we’re talking about. Your first meeting almost broke the net, you wanna do the same for your proposal?” Si-jin smirks in response. “She might kill me for it, but in the end she’ll say yes.” --- Si-jin opens the door to Mo-yeon’s apartment and his eyes widen in surprise at the sight that greets him. It’s barely 2.30 pm; he had gone to lunch with Dae-young after his doctor’s visit and he doesn’t expect Mo-yeon to be here since it’s a work day. But there she is lying on the sofa with her eyes closed. He approaches her before sitting down on the floor facing her, his brows furrowing in concern. “Babe?” He puts his hand on her forehead to check if she has a fever. It’s rare for her to get sick nowadays since he’s made it his personal mission to make sure she eats healthier than she usually did. She is not hot but her forehead is drenched with cold sweat instead. Her face looks so pale. He reaches for her hand and frowns when he realizes it’s also cold and clammy. It’s not a fever but she’s definitely sick. “Mo-yeon Ah?” Mo-yeon groans as she forces herself to open her eyes. She blinks as she looks up at her boyfriend’s worried face. “Hey. You’re back. How’s your ankle?” “Where does it hurt?” He asks while ignoring her greeting, his face serious. Mo-yeon groans once more, her palm pressing into her stomach. Her face is suddenly flushed with embarrassment. “Ugh….It’s nothing. I just need to lie down for a while.” “You’re hurt.” He i