Chapter 132
Seoul, Korea
Snowdrop Suite
“I think it’s because we didn’t have a lot of money so I had to get creative and do the best with whatever I could get,” Rain said before shoving a heaping bite of tteokbokki in her mouth. “It forced me to learn how to survive with very little, and it was an escape for me,” she said, speaking with her mouth full.
Kita chewed the bite he had taken, nodding his understanding; he was sitting across from her in the kitchen, watching her as she made them various Korean dishes.
Apparently, when Seon Rain opened up and spoke of the past, she got hungry.
Freakishly hungry.
And when Rain got hungry, she cooked.
And when Rain cooked, she talked even more.
Kita actually likes that about her; his mother does that as well.
“You cook exceptionally well,” Kita said, keeping his voice down so not to wake Dae-Ho or Lucien up.
Kita didn’t want to share this time with Seon Rain with anyone else.
“Thank you,” she said with a smile. “I always told myself if I didn’t make it on television or in movies, that I would pursue culinary arts. You don’t need a diploma for that.”
“It is an interesting and educational way to see the world,” Kita commented, his attention going to the sizzling pork belly that was grilling.
It smelled even better than it looked.
Rain knew Kita was about to start drooling at any time waiting for the samgyeopsal. “It’s almost done,” she promised before shoveling the rest of the stir-fried rice cakes from her bowl into her mouth. “The skin isn’t crispy enough yet. Puncturing it, as you gave me grief about doing, is what allows the skin to crisp up evenly without burning. It’ll be worth the wait, I promise.”
Kita took her empty bowl with his and placed them in the sink with the others. “What cuisine do you long to learn next? Korean you have mastered.”
She blushed; that was a compliment. “Not mastered-”
“My waistline begs to differ,” Kita retorted, standing next to her at the grill, their bodies touching. “I have had to increase my workouts in order to hide the weight gain your cooking is responsible for.”
Rain’s eyes widened, looking over at him. “Nu huh! You look amazing. I’ve seen you naked a few times, and I can confidently say there isn’t a single non-perfect thing about your body.”
Kita gave her a look before shaking his head. “Let us keep that between the two of us, shall we? It is tabloid worthy, to be sure.”
She blushed before biting her bottom lip then softly moaned.
Kita groaned; he hated it when she did that, especially when he was scolding her about something that was rather scandalous if it was made public. “Stop undressing me in your mind, Seon Rain, it is rude,” he scolded.
Rain giggled; she was doing just that.
The temptation was too great to continue to stand there next to her, so he took a seat at the eating bar and waited.
“Why have you never had an actual boyfriend?” Kita asked, watching Rain hum under her breath as she plated the next course.
If she was surprised by the question, she didn’t show it.
“You haven’t seen how busy my schedule can be,” Rain said. “Trying to force someone to work around that, to put up with it, it wouldn’t be right. I already feel guilty that you have to stand around while I’m working and wait it out.”
“It is my job,” he reminded her.
“But it wouldn’t be his job,” she said, looking up at him. “I have no idea what a healthy relationship is supposed to look like, feel like, but I know what isn’t right in a relationship. My mother killed my father, tried to kill me even. My aunt abandoned her husband and son because of me. Dae-Ho is terrified of relationships, of finding himself in his father’s shoes in a sense when it comes to loving someone, so he isn’t helpful in showing me what healthy relationships look like. Uncle still loves his wife even after she abandoned them.”
That, actually made sense to Kita and now he regretted asking.
“Playing a role in a movie or on television,” she continued, offering him the platter she just finished plating. “They are lies, like you said. None of it is real. It doesn’t feel real. Never have I been rendered breathless or lightheaded when playing a role. Never had someone I shared a screen with consumed me and left me tossing and turning at night just thinking about them and the moments we’ve shared, regardless of them being scripted…” her words trailed off when Kita wiped away the tear that rolled down her cheek for her.
Rain wasn’t lying, not entirely.
There was only one person that had left her breathless, caused her knees to shake when he touched her, regardless of how platonic the touch was, or left her tossing and turning at night thinking about them.
But he was her bodyguard and she wouldn’t make him feel uncomfortable like his last charge did by mentioning it.
“We have that in common,” Kita whispered, offering a small, sad smile.
Rain blushed. “But you don’t have the excuse that I do as to why you’ve never had or bothered to try to have what Lula and William have, or your parents have for that matter. Your parents are very affectionate, and are a picture perfect, slightly warped William warned, couple. There is no reason for you or your siblings to have the dysfunctions that you do when it pertains to matters of the heart.”
That was blunt, to say the least.
But to her surprise, Kita nodded his agreement.
“Perhaps I should start taking your medications that you do not need,” he dryly said.
Rain laughed. “Shut up. Let’s sit by the windows because the view is amazing at night, and I only get to see it-”
“When you sneak out of your room to make something to eat at one in the morning?” he finished for her.
Her eyes widened. “You know I do that?”
He nodded. “Why do you think there are never leftovers the next morning?” he rhetorically asked, as if it were obvious.
Rain smiled. “That’s why you’re getting fat.”
Kita’s eyes widened. “Hey! You just said there was nothing not-perfect about my body since you have seen it naked so many times,” he playfully reminded her, sitting on the floor with her next to the wall of windows.
Content she sighed, taking the chopsticks he was offering her. “It truly is perfection and something I long to accidently walk in on over and over again,” she longingly agreed before chuckling when he softly pushed her over.
“You and your shameless flirting,” Kita dryly scolded, shaking his head before shoving a piece of pork belly in his mouth then moaned.
“I’ll fatten you up real good, then you’ll have no other choice but to stick around,” she warned.
When she tried to take a piece of the plated pork belly, he pulled her hand from her mouth and to his and placed it in his mouth then chewed with a smile.
“Brat,” she complained, and went for another piece, and he was there trying to take it from her. “War it is!” she warned and tackled him back to the floor.
Kita chuckled from under her; she was straddling him and armed with chopsticks. “Boundaries, Seon Rain, boundaries,” he scolded, and she smiled wide.
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