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As suspected, Kris didn’t react well to Jungah’s disappearance. Her phone rang with endless phone calls and messages from him. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to answer them.

She admitted it. She was scared. She was a coward.

She didn’t know how she would face him or what she would say if she ever saw him.

After mulling around with a hundred possibilities going through her mind, Jungah finally took a shower in the late afternoon. She stood under the hot water and let it run down her body.

Jungah scrubbed soap all over her body. She especially focused on her neck where the love marks were still visible.

The scrubbing slowed down, and her expression softened. She closed her eyes and thought back to last night.

Jungah remembered the way Kris had held her closely and tightly, yet carefully and gently as if she was a fragile item. From his actions, she could tell how much he really adored and loved her. Yet, she was still confused.

She was torn between her love for Kris and her loyalty to Zico.

Jungah knew who she was in love with.

It was Kris, without a doubt. Last night had been both hell and heaven for her.

It had been heaven because she had made love to Kris, and she would never be able to forget that special moment.

Yet, it was also hell because feelings of anger, bitterness, and uncertainty had been jumbled up in the experience.

She regretted that she had given in so easily last night without pushing Kris to answer the bugging questions revolving around their future. She couldn’t just forget about Zico so easily. It was only natural that she worried for him.

Zico had always been there for her. He had been her first love, and first love was always the hardest to forget. No matter what she did and who she was with, he would always leave an imprint on her.

Jungah wiped the water from her face with a heavy, morbid sigh. She shook her head to stop thinking about the situation for at least a few minutes. Jungah turned the water off, wrapped herself with a towel, and stepped out of the shower. After drying herself, she put on a thin, long-sleeved white shirt with comfortable gray shorts.

Jungah dared walked over to her cell phone. There were seventeen missed calls, seven new voice mails, and ten text messages.

All from Kris.

With a trembling hand, she listened to each voice mail.

‘Jungah, why did you just leave like that? Answer my calls, please!’

‘Why won’t you answer my calls?! Call me right away when you hear this message!’

‘ANSWER THE PHONE, GODDAMIT!’

‘Jungah, I’m going ing insane. Please, please call me.’

‘Jungah, please, baby, call me. I’m begging you. We have to talk.’

‘Jungah, I’ll be waiting. Call me.’

‘Jungah- sigh- I don’t know what to do anymore….please call me back. I’m waiting for you. I’ll keep waiting. So just…call…please…’

Jungah snapped her phone shut and closed her eyes. Her heart bled at his heartwrenching pleas. She knew he was waiting. She didn’t want to keep him waiting. But she needed time to think. She needed time to rethink about herself and her position between Kris, the man she was in love with, and Zico, the man she had to protect.

Ding Dong. Jungah froze. Her eyes shifted towards the door. Her heart beat rapidly.

*Is that Kris? . . What do I do?*

Ding Dong.

Jungah’s eyes darted frantically around the room. She wasn’t prepared to face him yet. She still had to think of what to say to him.

There was a jingle of keys, an