Chapter 31: Deserved to Know

Fahami's POV:

He looked tensed. I tried my best to keep calm.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me."

No! Absolutely not okay! I wanted to know, damn it! Please, Oh God! Please make him tell me.

Taesung opened his mouth to say something, but he noticed something in my eyes that hindered him. Maybe I looked at him eagerly, waiting for his answers. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"It's a long story."

That's all? Wasn't he going to say the rest? Come on! I had to dig out every answer? Fine. If that's what he wanted.

"When did all these happened?" I tried sound gentle.

He looked down at the table, "When I was a child and teenager."

He was trying to hide his pain. Damn it! I was a hypocrite to ask him these because I didn't have any intention to hurt him.

"Who did this?" He looked at me like a wounded tiger, forbidding me to go ahead. There was a warning underlying.

' He doesn't want to open up to me.'

And I didn't know why that hurt. I was invading his personal space. After all, I was no one but an outsider.

' Yeah! An outsider that cared about him more than she should!'

My sub-consciousness mocked me.

Finally, he decided to open his mouth, "I don't want to talk about it."

And that's all he had to say before he stood up, took the bowls and cup to kitchen sink.

I exhaled loudly. I looked at the wall clock. It was time for me to go to class. I stood up and cleaned the table, went to my room. After getting ready, I came out of my room and found Taesung cleaning the dishes.

' What is he doing?'

"Taesung, what are you doing?" I sounded furious. My yelling startled him. He spun around, looking a kid who caught red-handed.

He flashed me a grin, "Umm, cleaning dishes!"

I saw everything red and screamed, "You, irresponsible, spoiled boy, you have fever. Cold fever! And you are cleaning dishes? Who told you to clean them?"

He frowned, "I always clean."

I exhaled deeply, "You are going to stay away from water until you get well."

He smirked, "Did you forget I work in restaurant?"

I folded my arms across my chest and gave him a dark look, "No, you are not working today."

He tried to protest but I stopped him in the middle, "I formerly called your owner and told him about your situation. So, you are going to stay at home."

He looked bewildered, "What? What am I gonna do the whole day?"

"Play video games. And we are going to a Dr. after I come back from university." I said in commanding tone.

He whined, "No. I hate hospitals."

I was already mad at him, and he was annoying me. "Enough! We are going to a Dr. and that's it. Stop arguing with me."

He looked irritated, "You can't order me."

I showed him a fake smile, "Yes I can. Don't forget you call me Noona."

He couldn't say anything else. I sprinted to the door and got out. Before I stepped on the stairs, I heard a loud growl and a thud that seemed like someone kicked something. I giggled as I understood, it was Taesung.

' Huhh! Now feel, how it feels like to be mad. Boy, I didn't let you win this round! Scores: Fahami Vs Taesung = 1:1' I giggled at my own stupidity.

Taesung's POV:

The whole day passed away in few blinks. I played video games, went downstairs to take a walk. I never had the chance to be a teenager and enjoy my time. I never had a day off. Never had the chance to skip and there wasn't anyone for me to stop me. She was there now. She was there for me.

I felt bad for hurting her. When I refused to talk about my scars, she looked hurt. She was looking at me eagerly, she waited for me to open up. I wanted to but couldn't.

My past was something that I always wanted to forget. I had been running away from my past for my whole life. It never stopped hunting me. Every time I looked in the mirror, I saw the devil, lived inside me. This devil was passed to me from my monster father. How could I tell her all of these? How could I tell her that I murdered my abusive father?

I had to. This woman deserved to know everything about me, but I was afraid. I was afraid of losing her. What if she refused to be with me after learning that I was a murderer? I didn't only murder my father but also murdered many monsters who crossed paths with me.

Still, I had a choice. She wanted to know how I got the scars. Maybe I could tell her how my father named monster abused me and my sister. What I was afraid of was she would know sooner or later that I was charged for my father's murder case. What would I tell her then?

' Stop being an idiot you asshole. At least tell her about your scars. She opened up to you. Why can't you?'

My subconscious mind was right. I should tell her the story behind my scars. I owed it to her.

Noona came back from her class around 5 p.m. I didn't want to go to the Dr. but she insisted. Dr. said it was normal cold fever and prescribed few medicines.

Though I didn't like that motherfucker, he kept checking out Noona. Okay, I understood, she could speak Korean fluently. So what? That didn't mean he could stare at her like that. But I knew better, after all I am a man. She was beautiful. Not Korean standard but beautiful in her own way.

After buying medicines, she took me to a restaurant. She said she would treat me if I acted like a good boy and took every medicine without any objection. She ordered cheeseburger and fries for both of us.

I was hesitating but I wanted to tell her about the pasts.

"Noona?"

"Hmm?" She was chewing her burger.

"Would you like to know about the long story?" I carefully asked her.

She looked surprised as her both brows raised.