Chapter 73: Seon-Ho

Something had definitely come over me since I don't remember the last time I put in so much effort in my appearance for a visit with Yeon the very next day. It was definitely a difficult task as going to such a place would most definitely have people talking before I even official started my job...but Yeon had always been a priority to me over everything else no matter what, and sh was going back to her brother now. But I made sure to hide my sword with her embroidery on it...I didn't want her to get the impression that I was too eager for...well I didn't know what. I was still processing her letters...until she came out and almost blew me away. I couldn't believe I had never paid attention to her figure before; she was so...slender. She was a bit shorter than me but I didn't mind it. I was taken aback by her new attire; she looked so slender in her fitted vest, she had let her long hair out more with less makeup and with a different scent that went straight to my head. She froze when she saw me and almost ran back inside. I knew she was hiding more than her intelligence and capabilities; the fact that she had this kind of dress taste, it almost annoyed me that she hid it...in fact I couldn't deny that there was part of me that was angry at her for sure. I knew that was her fear, the reason why she was suddenly avoiding me but I didn't want to scare her off either. So I caught her by the arm before she could go anywhere and accidentally pulled her so close to me...our lips actually touched.

Time stopped, it really did. All I remember was...we both didn't part immediately, in fact...we were both frozen to each other...until we heard some other people coming out for their dates and we immediately stood apart, blushing like crazy. I had never felt so awkward around her in my entire life, it was almost like I was the one chasing her before she lost her memory when she used to panic around me all the time. I felt like got a taste of what it was like for her all those years ago.

I dragged her to the market before she had the chance to escape but something had changed between us already. I could sense how nervous we both were, myself more than her for once. We couldn't muster any words to say to each other, and for some reason I was entirely too focused on wether I should hold her hand or not. But soon enough she have me no choice as I could tell she was hellbent on avoiding me that she was beginning to look for ways to escape. I held her hand for the first time, worried about how my rough and cold hands were going to hurt her but her warmth really surprised me. The minute our fingers touched we immediately locked our fingers like we were some lovesick couple, like it was instinct. We finally got to the market and we began to converse for the first time in a long time. "do you really think I hadn't noticed how you've been avoiding me since your confession? We need to talk and you know it" I came to meet her, determined to talk to her about the things I knew for a fact she was hiding from me and her brother. But I honestly kept getting distracted by almost her every movement which was so different from anything I had ever seen from her that I didn't really know how to act. "So is that why you've come? To babysit me, lecture me and pull out what you can from me like I'm nothing more than a child" she asked, fully annoyed. I was taken aback by this, I had never seen her act this way with me...but I also sort of liked it. "That's not what I meant...will you look at me woman!" I spun her around and held her in my arms so she could face me, I knew she was doing everything to avoid me but once again I didn't know my own strength and pulled her in too close to me in full view of the whole market.

We both froze again, looking at each other with a fresh pair of eyes. We were most definitely not children anymore. She felt so small in my hands that I wanted to pick her up in my arms and take her far away and hide her in my home again. I was holding onto her a lot harder than I intended to...but she didn't even wince. She just looked up at me so defiantly that I couldn't help but trace her features with my fingers right there and then, when she began doing the same to me. I then grabbed her and dragged her somewhere remote where we really couldn't be disturbed. I really couldn't control myself and I cornered her to the wall before I bent down and kissed her. It was soft at first but then it got...hard, longing and unyielding until we were both out of breathe. We...we tried to stop ourselves for her brother's sake but we really couldn't. We kept kissing each other like we were addicted to each other...until my hands began to wonder subconsciously under her vest and we both froze. I felt...scars on her back, I drew my hand and I saw some blood on them. She immediately began to panic and run away but I stopped her in time and I pinned her against the wall with one hand and pulled up her vest, only to see her back full of whipping scars and other torture bruises she must have gotten during her work and her stay in my father's mansion.

She had tears in her eyes as she began to avoid my gaze. My shock turned to outrage and I saw nothing but red as I began to smash everything in my sight out of anger like a ranging bull. I was so angry that she hid everything from me and suffered alone. I was so lost in my own anger than I didn't even notice that she had slipped away but I ran after her and caught her by the waist, determined to get my answers and I dragged her by the arm and bought a kite for us to fly together.