Chapter 149
Firenze, Florence
Morosini Villa
Kita was stretched out on the floor next to the bed on some blankets with a pillow. In one hand was his mobile phone and the other was propping his head up. On the phone he was watching the interview the others had done on the flight to Italy.
It already had over five-million views in only a few hours.
From the comments section he could see K-Pop and K-Drama fans from around the world speculating what was going on, where they were headed, and read between the lines of the answers Myo Mi-Sun and Tae-il gave.
“The prevailing opinion is dinner, drinks, and dancing,” Myo Mi-Sun said. “The three D’s of dating-”
“There’s a fourth D you aren’t mentioning but they expect,” Will amusingly interrupted, causing her to blush and softly hit him in the arm.
“Stop being a perv,” Rain scolded, slipping out of character. “No, the fourth D isn’t what would be part of the perfect date. Dancing could be dangerous. We all know my lack of coordination is criminal… Unless, of course, he lets me stand on his feet and he leads.”
Her blush deepened, and Kita smiled.
“Drinking I only do when enjoying a movie and food, that is a private time I share with no one…” her words trailed off and she smiled. “The perfect date he wouldn’t have to put much effort into if he truly knew me at all. That would be what makes it the perfect date.”
“Who does know you?” Kita rhetorically asked, skipping past Tae-il’s response to the question.
As annoyed as he was by Pan Jin’s request for a live Q & A, Kita was finding it very informative. Many things he already knew, but some of them now had context that he didn’t have before.
“What does the future hold?” Myo Mi-Sun asked with a snort, repeating the question. “No one knows. I never thought any of what has happened in my life would happen, the good and the bad, but I’m okay with it… What else can you be but accepting of what you cannot control or change? That was hard to accept when I was younger, but I’m older now and more mature and understand and believe that everything happens for a reason.”
“Sad,” Kita commented.
“You have to remember, regardless of where you come from that every person that’s come into your life, especially most recently or when you needed them most without realizing it, has a reason to be there, and figuring out that reason is your purpose… That’s my reason and belief in what the future holds for me.”
“An arsonist and stalker is the reason why,” Kita amusingly reminded her. “One we still need to find, amongst other things.”
The blankets on the bed above him moved, stealing his attention.
Kita turned his mobile phone off so the light didn’t wake Rain up.
“Yes, get some rest. Tomorrow will be a long day,” he whispered, putting his phone under his pillow then settled back to get some sleep.
Tomorrow they would go into the village to get groceries then head into the city for some sightseeing and shopping since they hadn’t brought their packed bags or necessities.
“Mama no!” Rain stammered.
Kita’s eyes opened and he waited, the index finger on the hand resting on his chest tapping, keeping time with each quickened breath Rain took.
She talked in her sleep often, and whimpered and cried. Usually only when she was exhausted or went to bed on an empty stomach.
Both of which she was; hungry and exhausted.
When her breathing returned to normal, Kita closed his eyes again.
The downfall to being a light sleeper meant every little noise woke you up. And when you had a charge that talked in her sleep, whimpered, cried, and sometimes screamed, it meant you got very little sleep.
If Seon Rain went to bed on a full stomach, and at a reasonable hour, she slept like the dead. That was why she would wake up in the middle of the night and start cooking; hunger drove her.
Kita completely agreed that she should have been a chef because it was her body’s calling for what it needed for happiness most.
Food.
Kita wasn’t complaining, he loved it when she cooked and he got to eat what she made. It filled him with happiness that he only felt in his youth when his mother cooked in their family home growing up.
When something heavy landed on top of him with an oomph, his eyes shot open and he choked because they hit him right between the legs, again.
Rain gasped, her eyes snapping open; her heart was racing, breathing was labored, and she was tangled in the blankets.
The room was illuminated by the light in the bathroom and the cracked door; Kita knew Rain didn’t like the dark so he left a light on.
Once she orientated herself, Rain finally realized she was on top of Kita, straddling him again.
“What’s wrong?” she asked when the look on his face finally registered with her. “What happened?”
Kita reached up and pushed against her head, pushing her away from him then he sat up, cupping himself. “I swear you target them,” he complained.
“Target who?” she asked, confused, looking around for the others she had been targeting according to him. “Where are we?”
“My testicles, and we are in Italy. Ow. I think you purposely do this,” he complained.
Rain sat up, pushing her falling hair out of her face. “Did I fall off the bed?” she asked, looking at the tangle of bedding hanging off the bed.
Kita groaned. “Yes. And if you keep this up, medical attention will be required.”
She rolled her eyes. “Did you want me to kiss the boo boo to make it better?” she asked, looking at him.
That wasn’t something she should have said or offered.
Kita smirked, getting a soft swat. “It is a tempting offer, but no.”
“Offer aside, this is why I don’t sleep high off the ground,” she said, pulling on the blankets. “I tend to fall off the bed,” she informed him, untangling the bedding before grabbing the pillows.
He watched her, confused as to what she was up to now, and irritated over her lack of concern for his manhood that she was apparently trying to break.
“What are you doing now?” Kita asked when she finished remaking the bed on the floor then added pillows.
“I’m hungry and tired. I know there’s no food in the kitchen, Lucien warned me about that, so we’re going to bed,” Rain said as if it were obvious, crawling into the bed she made next to him.
Kita looked down at her. “I am not sleeping with you.”
Rain smiled before yawning. “You aren’t sleeping with me, we’re just sleeping together… Okay, that sounded bad. Shut up and get some sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow.”
He continued to sit there looking down at her; the pain in his crotch nearly forgotten by her rambling and nesting.
“Stop staring, it’s weird,” Rain grumbled before yawning again, her eyes closed. “Come to bed, don’t make it any weirder than I already have.”
Kita started to open his mouth to tell her that no, he wasn’t sleeping with her, when he realized that she wasn’t awake at all.
Rain was sleepwalking the entire time.
It had happened before.
Kita found her making food at 2 A.M. in an oversized t-shirt, panties, and socks. She was humming under her breath, appeared awake and was talking, holding a conversation with him when he joined her. But he realized she wasn’t actually awake when she absently walked back to her room with a bowl of noodles in hand, talking to her dad as she went.
It was dangerous when she sleepwalks.
“Thankfully you will not remember this in the morning,” Kita said, laying back down and pulled the covers up over them. He put a pillow between them so she didn’t try anything when semi-conscious that she’d apologize for later. “Behave,” he sternly warned.
“No,” Rain mumbled, cuddling up against him, making herself comfortable. “I don’t want to and you can’t make me, Kita Yasuhiro. Prepare to die! Or cuddle,” she said again before yawning. “Cuddle. Not die.”
Kita shook his head; the things he gets himself into.
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