= Shin Aegi =

I felt that I dreamt about Doojoon back when we were still on our high school. Doojoon was always cold toward the girls back then. As the sporty guy and handsome, many girls were confessed to him or even sent him love letters. But he rejected them all immediately on the spot. Sometimes, even in the front of me.

"Doojoon..."

I called his name when I saw him standing with his back facing me. He turned to look at me and smiled. He came back for me and brought me closer. I was wondering why he always rejected all the girls back then. I tried to ask him that. But somehow I couldn’t say anything.

"Aegi ah."

I heard him calling my name. "Hmm...?"

"I love you." He said softly.

That confession made me froze. I could feel that my heart jumped because of him. I could feel that my cheeks were burning. I guessed I was blushing. And I also saw him came closer then his lips were brushing my lips. He kissed me.

I opened my eyes and saw Doojoon was sleeping with his face facing at me.

At that moment, I realized that it was all just a dream. Well, it was a good dream, I guessed. But I could feel that the dream seemed so real. It seemed so real to the point that I still could feel the warmth of his lips on my lips.

I raised my hand and touched my lips.

But Doojoon wouldn’t do that. Not when the divorce thing still lingered on his mind.

I released a sigh and dropped my gaze. I just wished that he would stop saying that he would divorce me.

“Why is with the sad face on the morning?”

I quickly raised my gaze when I heard the question. Doojoon was smiling at me.

“Morning.” He said.

“So you have awakened.” I said then raised my hand to touch his forehead. His fever had gone down. “How’s your feeling?”

“Other than feeling dizzy and heavy, I’m fine.”

“Then can you explain to me why you were walking on the heavy rain like yesterday?”

Doojoon went silent for a moment as he looked at me then lowered his gaze. “I guess I’m too tired from all the intensive training lately.”

I released my sigh. “If you’re tired so badly, then why walking in the rain?” I complained. “You’re making me worried when you fell suddenly.”

Doojoon just smiled softly and said, “I’m so sorry,” as he raised his hand and touched my hair. “I’m sorry to make you worried.” He said again as he tucked my hair back to my ear.

“Then don’t do that again. Promise me.”

“Okay.”

I was looking at him when my mind suddenly came back to the kiss that happened in my dream. I quickly dropped my gaze, didn't want Doojoon to see my blushed face.

"By the way, Aegi."

The words made me looked back at Doojoon.

"Did you change my clothes last night?"

Naively, I nodded. "Why?"

"You don't see anything, right?"

I frowned to hear his question. But then, I saw a naughty smirk on his face.

"Ya! Yoon Doojoon! Don't be joking! I've seen your body since we're kids till we're high school. So how can you become shy now?"

Doojoon leaned forward. "That time and now are different, Aegi. I'm your husband now. Remember?"

Another words that made my breath stopped for a second. But I realized that Doojoon was right. Even though I knew him so well as childhood friends, but the situation now was different. Doojoon was my husband now.

I felt a rush of heat crept onto my face when I thought about the word 'Husband'. So I'm sure that my face was blushing like mad. I dropped my gaze again. But when I heard Doojoon chuckled, I was sure that he had seen my blushed face.

"Aigo, why are you so cute?" He said as he pinched my cheek.

"Hurts." I complained as I slapped his hand away.

He just chuckled and brushed his hand on my cheek then touched my chin. "But somehow I'm glad to have you here, Aegi." He tucked my falling hair again to my ear. "Komawo."

Then he gave a kiss on my forehead. I flinched a little when he kissed my forehead. But somehow, I felt that my heart could jump so high. I knew that I probably had fallen for him. I wished that he would understand because I couldn’t tell him how I felt about him.

As I wasn’t someone that could tell my own feeling so frankly…

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Mrs. Yoon was lying on her bed while her daughter was folding her clothes and putting them on the closet. Her eyes were fixed toward the ceiling and gazed off as if she was thinking about something. Her body was skinner than before and she looked very exhausted.

“Doori ah…” She called her daughter with low voice.

Her daughter stopped from what she had done and looked at her. “Yes, Omma?” Doori asked as she came closer.

Mrs. Yoon looked at her daughter. “When will Doojoon have his soccer match?”

Doori seemed to be thinking for a while. “I’m kinda forgotten. But I think it will be around this weekend. I have to ask again to make sure.” She paused. “Why, Omma?”

Mrs. Yoon exhaled and smiled. “I was thinking.” She took a deep breathe. “And it turns out that I have never watched his soccer match before.” She looked at her daughter again raising her hand and held her daughter’s lower arm. “I want to watch him playing on the field, Doori.”

A light of sadness came across Doori’s face when she heard her mother’s wish because it might be her mother’s last wish. But then Doori smiled weakly as she patted the back of her mother’s hand.

“I’ll try to talk to the doctor to see whether they allow you to go out for a while or not.”

Mrs. Yoon smiled. “Thank you.”

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