Chapter 3

The next day, Jiho woke up with hangover still in his head. The pain caused by beers was unbearable and he knew, shots of beer that he took last night weren't able to solve his problem. And this time, he was feeling it. It was pain that he felt his world like spinning continuously, after short second. Not after 30 seconds, he choose to shut his eyes off, lessening his pain.

The next hours, Jiho came into senses and woke up as the pain wasn't lancing his head, as before. Rubbing his temples, he took a glance of himself, he was on a bed, before he turned to left and opened his eyes widely, trying to identify where was him actually. The room was big like his old ones at his apartment at Seoul but this one looked a bit familiar to him.

"It's Jeju.. ". He came to realize as he cognizanted entirely around this room, blue painted wall and marble floor, the blinding windows nearby the wall slightly opened just enough to greet the refreshing morning breeze into this room. He felt better as the curtain danced signalling the air was coming through them. 

"another good days..". He felt serenity, it was long, long way he never felt like this. That he can trade anything for this moment.

But, something unfamiliar was burning in his heart upon seeing his body. He eyed suspiciously his condition.. shirtless, he lifted up a bit the blanket covering his body. ? Jiho flabbergasted at how his body was totally under the thick blanket, and he was topless ; the blanket was only thing covering his lower body from anyone. 

Triggering of curiousities in himself caused by this incident, he palmed his face, as his mind started crossing on previous days before the wedding day. we're married.. He took a deep breath, was about to pull his messy hair, that everything felt so wrong and became bigger.

"Jiyoung..". At sudden, the memories yesterday started to hit him back. Jiho grimaced, was totally feeling uncomfortable.. did she see my ness? Blood was rushing up to his head, embarassed with the only thought in his mind. 

As he bathed and changed into short sport with a tight shirt on, he slowly walked into a place he pretty sure she would be, now. And yes, she was there.

"Good morning". Jiyoung greeted as she shortly glanced to Jiho who was coming into the kitchen. Her heart dropped at lowest point suddenly and started feeling anxious, her action numbing that she had to rack her brain to work faster. She knew, he would be asking her about this..

Jiho came at her right side, different gazes. Hesitate? She didn't know but probably he was feeling same like her. She tried her best to never had slight thoughts about last night incident. 

Jiho cleared his throat, trying to sound cool. "about.. last night..".

"harabeoji just called me. He said that you weren't pick your calls. So, I told him that you were sleeping". Jiyoung flashed the best expression she could afford to show to him. She looked at him, raising her eyebrow before cracking a smile on her lips. "fo--food.. if you're hungry, I.. I can cook but since now.. ingredients.. are totally out of stock. So, should we go to the market first?"

Silent was filing in the air suddenly.

Jiho was being like he always did, quiet person. 

"Jiho sshi?". Jiyoung came closer to him and gently put her hand on his forehead, out of action. "you're still in dizzy?". She became soft hearted at unpredictable times, or she just tried to pry off imagination last night. That was horrible and she would choose to act casually. What has happened, let it be. 

Her touches on his forehead retreated him back to reality, realizing something soft was on his body. what did she say just now? food, ah yes. 

Jiho cleared his throat and shook his head couple of time, plastering a sudden awkward smile then. "Market? sure. let's go".

"what do you want to eat?". Jiyoung broke the silence as they reached at a cozy and homely mall nearby their home. It wasn't so big but the locals said it has almost all things that we need in daily lives. The trip into this mall took by 10 minutes by car and they were not talking much, the sounds they had were only from CD player.

Jiho stuffed his hands into his short sport then. They were at spices items. "delicious and healthy meal for me. I prefer that one". Jiho was prefer to take care of his health, rather than enjoying unhealthy but delicious meal. He witnessed her take several things of only girl know what kinds of these ingredients, he was never in kitchen or stood there to watch some of their maids cooking meals for