Guilt? Pity? Or Something Else

"Hubby? When exactly are you returning to Korea?" Byeol asked after putting a plate of moksal kimchi on her small table. 

Chun-Ho smirked, amazed how quickly she adapted to the words of endearment. They weren't even a couple. Their status was very complicated. 

His eyes followed her as she took her seat before he answered, "Almost a month."

He lied. They were supposed to leave the province, headed to the next, but now that he found his wife, he concluded to stay a bit longer. 

"I see. So I will see you for a month," said Byeol. She wasn't sure what she will make out of seeing Chun-Ho for that long, but she appreciated having someone... someone she could talk to. 

Savoring the aroma of the red pepper paste on the dish, Chun-Ho gulped. He moved in to quickly dig in. "If you don't mind, I tried to line up for this yesterday."

Surprised, her eyes widened and asked, "You did?"