The nurses at the counter were shocked to see the usually cool and composed Dr. Choi was dragging the mother of a patient outside of the ward by her hand. His face was stormy and the lady looked afraid and worried.

He didn’t care about anything else right now because his heart was beating so hard and the revelation that dawned on him just now was too shocking as it was unbelievable. He needed to speak her and the ward was not the right place. So, he dragged her into his office so that she couldn’t run away.

He plunked her down on the sofa and sat on the coffee table in front of her. His eyes bore into her and she felt so trapped; she wanted to disappear. Anything was better than having those flaming eyes looking at her unwaveringly, questioningly, searchingly and … hungrily?

Minho was very angry and confused at the same time. Sitting in front of her so close was not helping either. He knew he should put some distance between her but he felt like he was being pulled towards and like everything when it came to her, he couldn’t stop himself. All he could think was her luscious lips and that she was a Miss not a Mrs.

She saw his descending lips slowly like a slow motion movie. Sulli was afraid but excited at the same time. She felt like she was being pulled towards him and she couldn’t run if she wanted to. Her lips suddenly felt dry and she instinctively wet them with her tongue.

Minho’s eyes caught the movement of her tongue darting out to wet her lips. It was too much for him and he swiftly crushed her sweet lips. His left hand went behind her head and the right held her back still. At first, Sulli’s mouth was closed but he slowly coaxed them to open a bit and took the chance to swipe her inner mouth and was rewarded with a low moan from her. He knew she was affected as he was and was as lost in the moment as him. He wanted her close, so much closer. It has been a long time between them and now not only they were older, they were also bolder. He slowly pushed her down on the sofa and covered her with his body.

They were still kissing and touching each other when suddenly her phone rang. Minho cursed the phone audibly and lifted himself from on top of her and sat next to left. Sulli found her phone with trembling hands and looked at the callers’ number. She answered the call and when she spoke she thought she sounded out of breath. It was her cousin asking about Min Sul’s condition and whether she was doing fine alone. He was concerned about her encountering with Minho again. If he only knew what had happened just now, she thought. He asked her whether she was feeling fine and she lied. She told him that her son was still unconscious but otherwise she was doing fine relatively. No, no, there was no need for him to come over. She will see him in the morning. Then she hung up and went quiet.

Minho was sitting beside her trying to collect himself from the spontaneous combustion just now. He remembered the main reason why he brought her to his office and wished he could be hit by a truck for his apparent stupidity when he was around her. He shook his head to clear his mind and set to task in finding out the truth from her. So, he turned to face her. Her beauty struck him again and he had to clench his hands before they try to touch her face.

Sulli saw his hands clenching and thought he must be trying to control his anger for her. She tried her best to appear undisturbed but she knew it was hard when her ponytail was coming undone and her lips felt bruised by his kisses. Her right hand went to touch her lips before she could stop herself.

He saw her tracing her swollen lips and his eyes were transfixed to them. He must be crazy feeling like this. She was the one who hurt him and made him bleed. So he drew from his anger and started the conversation first.

“Sulli, I’m sorry for just now”, he shook his head, “Ani. I’m not sorry for kissing you. Take it as a pre-punishment for the hurt you caused me years ago”.

“Answer me then, Is Choi Min Sul your son? And if Jonghun hyung is not his father, who is?”, he asked her.

“Your blood type is O, hyung’s is A and the boy is B”.

“We have the same blood type. Is he mine, Ssul?”, he said this in a quieter tone.

Sulli heard him asking and also him calling her by her nickname. It sounded good to hear him calling her Ssul again. She missed him so much but right now her mind and heart were debating with each other on how to answer his questions. So, she stood up and walked to the window. She pressed her forehead to the cool glass hoping it would help her think.

What did she have to lose? The truth was out and she should come clean about it. There was no other way than to tell him the truth. Whatever comes after that, she would face them one by one. She plucked her courage and turned to look at him. He was still sitting on the sofa and he looked so good. The long doctor’s gown suited him very well. No one ever came near him in her eyes. Not the beautiful Taemin or the good looking Jonghun oppa. Everybody else paled in comparison to him. Right now, he was wearing black pants and baby blue long sleeved shirt with white collar and cuffs. And she also noticed that one button was missing from his shirt and his tie was lying on the floor. She smiled to herself.

Minho was looking at her while she was weighing her decision. He noticed Sulli was graceful as she was beautiful and at the age of twenty five, she looked more enticing than ever before.  Though right now, her hair were slightly disheveled and her blouse was slightly askew; showing a glimpse of her pink bra strap. Then she turned, looked at him and smile.

“Yes, oppa. Min Sul is our son. He was born seven months after we broke up”, she said calmly.

Minho was expecting as much so he wasn’t surprised like earlier but he didn’t anticipated the feeling of betrayal.

Sulli went on to speak “I don’t expect you to forgive me or to understand but I would like for you to hear my explanation”.

Minho didn’t trust himself to say anything. So he kept quiet and listened on. She then told him the reason why she had decided to lie to him. She told him everything from the beginning until the end.