Mark woke up when his arm cramped up. He soon realized he fell asleep with Eunhye still in his arms. He looked at the time and knew he only had an hour before he had to leave for a schedule. 

Idaero isseumyeon andwae?Can't it stay like this?

He pulled her closer, taking in her scent. He was afraid that if he left, she'd be gone when he came back. He dared kiss her forehead again, he couldn't help it, and she stirred. She started to get up but Mark held her.

"Eodigangeoya?Where are you going?" 

"AchimBreakfast. Neon kayadwaeYou have to leave."

"Shirheo. Anga."

"Keokjeong hajimaDon't worry. I'll still be here when you get back."

"I'm not worried."

"Yeah, Tuan, you're not." He just stared at her, smiling. He liked the thought that it was her face he woke up to in the morning.

"You know that's creepy, right?"

"Creepy?! No one ever called me creepy before."

"Keureohke utjimaDon't smile like that. Babo gataeYou look stupid."

"I babo johahaeneundeBut you like this fool." 

"Naega eonje?When did I?" She groaned and got up completely. 

He followed her to the kitchen where she made pancakes and eggs. It's nice to have some American breakfast once in a while. As they were eating and joking around as if nothing unusual happened the other night, Mark wanted to ask her when she'd be going. But he was too afraid of the answer.

"I'll be announcing to the press that I'm dating."

She paused midbite then said. "You are? Nugurang?With who?"

He stuck a tongue out at her.

"I didn't know you could date your tongue."

"You'd been dodging it all morning," he snapped.

"Please don't ruin it, Mark. You can't do that."

"Okay, I'll save it when you f