Jiyong’s Pov

“Jiyong, I love you.” I could see Dara with a white dress leaving me, slowly moving backwards, black mist suddenly appeaed and covered Dara.

I was standing there, and couldn’t do anything, I was scared.

I was so confused, either to run to her and ask her to come back to me, or to just see her leaving.

Although knowing that once I leave her, she would never come back for me.

**

“Ji? Jiyong?”

I could hear a soft voice, and someone shaking me.

“Jiyong?”

When I opened my eyes, I saw Dara right infront of me, shaking me to wake me up.

She looked so beautiful, she looked like an angel from the sky.

Unconsciously, I cupped her cheeks.

“Hey babe.” I said.

“Jiyong, you’re were sweating and talking to yourself, are you alright?”

She looked at me with her big brown eyes, slowly cupping my face and looking at me with a worried expression on her face, but still as beautiful.

“I’m alright. I was just having a nightmare.”

“Dara, if I left you right now, what would you do?” I asked.

“I…I…wouldn’t have any other idea on how I could escape this island.” She said, suddenly her face saddening, while softly chuckling.

“What would you do if I… started loving you?” I asked again.

“I…I…”

Before she could answer, I sat up.

“Let’s go for dinner.” I said.

**

When both of us reached our villa, both of got into the bedroom.

“You can take your bath first.”

Seeing her shivering from the cold, I decided to let her take bath first, anyway, I sure have to let her first right?

I am a gentleman anyway.

Dara’s Pov

HELL NO!

Please tell me I’m dreaming.

/slaps

Okay, I’m not dreaming.

HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN MY BRA IN THE ROOM?!

I slowly opened the door and peeked. There was Jiyong, in our room, sitting on the couch, while watching TV.

“Umm..Jiyong?”

“You’re done? Can I go in now?”

“Ummm..That’s not it. I’ve got some problem in here.”

“What is it? Is it something I could help?”

“Well, yes.”

“What is it?” Jiyong asked while standing up from the coach.

“Can you get me my luggage bag?”

“You want me to get you luggage bag to the bathroom?” He asked, dumbfounded by my request.

“I’ll just get you what you need. What is it you need?”

“I-I..”

“Dara, I’m also cold, I need to take a bath.”

“Canyougetmemybra?”

“What?”

I sighed and calmly asked him again.

“Can you get me my bra?”

I saw his face getting red, and I also could feel my face burning like a fireball.

HELL! THIS IS SO EMBARASSING!

He went and opened my luggage and took out my bras.

“W-which one do you want?”

“Just get me anything.” I said, not daring to peek outside anymore.

And then suddenly, Jiyong started laughing.

“Dara? Seriously? Your is that flat? I don’t think you’ll need a bra!”

OHMAYGOD, Did he just tease my number 1 property?

“Shut up and give me that.”

He came to me with a black lacy bra on his hand, without thanking him, I just snatched it from his hand.

After I finalized wearing my clothes, I walked out of the bathroom, trying to be confident as possible.

Seeing that Jiyong still couldn’t meet my eyes, I could see Jiyong was still not finish with his laughing session.

He ran to the bathroom as fast as he could, and the water to take a shower, no doubt, I could still hear Jiyong chuckling and giggling.

“Boys nowadays..” I said, while sighing, on the other side, losing confidence about my body as well.

I decided to go out of the room and check today’s dinner. Today’s dinner was quite really satisfying.

Steak.

YUM.

I sat down on the table, and let the napkin on my thigh, waiting for Jiyong to come.

When Jiyong came, he stared at the food, and asked the maids to clear all the food.

“Ji, aren’t we eating? I’m really starving.”

“I’m going to eat only YOUR food, not the chef’s food today. So either you cook, or we both starve today.”

Sure, whatever, I’m not cooking. We have a really high paid, and an expert chef. Why on earth do I have to cook?

“Okay then, let’s starve.” I challenged.

2 hours later.

Is this dude seriously planning on starving for the whole day?

I think I’m going to die.

I’m starving.

I’m going to be starved to death.

I can’t believe he’s actually so cool about this, he’s just sitting on his desk, reading.

While I was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Ji?”

“Hmm?”

“Are we going to eat?”

“You cook, we eat.”

Gah! I’m not cooking!

“Dara, I’m testing you, the 8th point of our contract? It’s that you’ll have to cook for me.”

“I can start from it in the house.”

“I want it to start from today.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“FINE! What do you want for dinner?”

“Anything would be fine.”

HAH! I’m going to cook the noodles!

“Except noodles.” Jiyong ended.

My plan just got ruined. Damn Jiyong.

While mumbling myself and badmouthing Jiyong, I reached the kitchen.

There was our highly-paid chef, bowing down on me and asking me if I needed anything.

“Would you mind I stay in the kitchen for a while? Myself?”

He bowed down again and left the kitchen.

Deciding on the menu was hard, but I decided that Kimchi-Stew was a good menu for today.

To know the recipe, I called mom.

“Hey mom, I wanted to ask on how to make Kimchi-stew.”

“Dara! How was your first night of honeymoon? Is he good on bed?”

Did my mom ask me that? Or am I just hearing things?”

“u-um, mom.. can you just tell me the recipe?”

“I can already picture my picture my daughter blushing!”

“MOM!”

“Okay, calm down sweetie! By the way, where’s my son-in-law? I haven’t heard his voice for days!”

“U-Um, he’s just too busy mom!” Trying not to let Jiyong talk to mom, because I knew what my mom would blabber to Jiyong.

“Who’s busy?”

I heard someone ask me from behind and I definitely knew that voice.

“Isn’t that Jiyong?” My mom asked asked.

Okay, I give up.

“Here’s my mom, she wants to talk to you.” I said, giving the phone to Jiyong.

All I could hear now was Jiyong’s replies.

“Yes.”

“She’s amazing.”

“I’ll try my best.”

“Yes, mother-in-law.”

“I’ll visit you soon.”

That was all, the phone was given back to me.

My mom told me the recipe, however, never told me the conversation Jiyong and she had.

“Ji, one of my point in the contract was you helping me cook.”

Without any complain, he came beside me.

“What do you want me to help you with?”

“Could you get the kimchi from the refergirator?”

“Sure.”

He then brought the kimchi and left the container beside me.

“So, what are you making today?” He asked.

“What did mom say to you?” I asked before I could answer him with his question.

“She asked me