I’m happy living like this. As a florist. Act like I don’t know you. And don’t want to. I’m happy.

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            I cannot walk anymore. I’m more than exhausted. My legs are hurting. I am so in pain. I can’t even differentiate my tears and sweat. My moves getting slower. And finally, I’m falling. But, not onto the route. Someone is holding me from behind. I wonder who is that. But, I can’t open my eyes anymore. I can’t take this tiredness anymore. I need sleep.

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            I slowly open my eyes. It’s still obscure but I can tell this isn’t my room. And the bed doesn’t feel like my bed. I tried to fully open my eyes and I made it. It’s true. The bed and the room isn’t mine. Whose both the bed and room belongs to? I don’t know. But, what I’m sure about. This room is a guy’s room. With the black blazer and shirt hanging, I can tell.

            I try to got up from keep lying on the bed but it’s hurt so much. My back, I mean. I even let out a groan, out of pain.

            “Don’t get up. Your body still in pain,” I heard a familiar voice echoed into my ears. I look up to someone standing in front of me.

            “How do I get here?” the first question, I ask.

            “I brought you. If you were about to asked how the hell I found you, then it’s easy. I followed you until you can’t walked anymore and finally fainted. You do have strong personality, but strong stamina? I don’t think so. Otherwise, you’re still just a little young girl,” he said.

            “Isn’t it great, if you could just send me back to my oppa? At least, when I woke up just now, I don’t have to see your face,” I told him.

            “You hate that much? To see your own husband’s face?” he ask.

            “Do you like it that much? To see your own wife’s face?” I ask him back.

            He remain silence.

            “It is so late right now. Just go back tomorrow. You can sleep here. I’ll be sleeping in another room. You do know that my house is so big, don’t you?” he said, was about to go out.

            “I know but I don’t feel like sleeping here. I’m going back right now,” I said, removing the blanket that covers me.

            I was about to go out, but he pull my hand.

            “What if something happen when you’re on your way going home? Who would be responsible?” he ask, in a firm tone.

            “Since when are you worrying about me?” I ask, without looking at the back. I harshly pull back my hand. “Nothing will happen to me. You just take care of your ownself. Just like you did before,” I told him before going out.

            “It’s not me. But, what will mummy and daddy think if I let you going back home this late at night,” he pull my hand again. At the stairs.

            “I don’t think they even know I’m here. They’re sleeping. I may not have parents but I do know what time parents always went to sleep,” I said, pulling my hand again.

            “Lee Yookyung, get back to your room,” he said, firmly.

            “Can’t you…”

            “My house my rule. Now, get back to your room before I force you to do so,” he cut me before I get to say, ‘Can’t you understand that I’m going back home right now stupid nigga you haih what a fool husband’. Err, I think.

            I keep walking downstairs and ignore his words before he carry me upstairs again and put me on the bed inside his room. He stand in front of me, crossing his hand while looking at me. I sigh heavily. I mean, many times.

            “That heavy sigh won’t move me. I’m staying here until you fell asleep,” he said.

            I stomped my hand on the bed and pull the blanket up to my body. I lay on the pillow and close my eyes tightly. What a stupid guy. How can you force a person to sleep? Stupid. Moron.