Chapter 47
Yeonhui-Dong, Korea
Blue Lantern and Seishu-Sushi House
His brows furrow. “What do you mean?” he asked before taking a drink.
Somehow she got him to have a second drink when he was adamant he’d only have one.
“Going to school and graduating,” Rain said with a humorless chuckle, toasting him before taking a sip of her second drink. “Having parents, even if it was just on television and they were being paid to be there. Being the popular girl, the one the handsome guys wanted to be with and love. Having friends, a large bed, trendy clothes… Every role Myo Mi-Sun ever played, even when a child, it was a means for Seon Rain to experience life even if it wasn’t real.”
It sounded pathetic, and hearing it aloud she realized it was just that.
“It seems very restrictive,” he commented.
“What do you mean?”
“Acting. Your shoes, I noticed no heels were over one-inch in height,” Kita said. “Dresses all have high necklines, no full length gowns or anything form fitting, no pants, and colors were all neutral with no purples or greens. Is that a contractual clothing requirement?”
If Rain was perturbed by the amount of detail Kita remembered and the things he noticed from only being in her room once, it didn’t show.
Rain was, but she was more impressed that he deduced it as quickly as he had.
She merely shrugged. “Not anymore,” she admitted. “It used to be in the contract, when I was younger for obvious reasons. When I got older, when I tried to step outside of Myo Mi-Sun’s box of conformity, the pushback was too much. Frivolous lawsuits followed every time I tried something new. I cut too much off my hair or I straightened the curl out, had hairdressers coming after me. The color of my dress made my eyes appear unnaturally colored so optometry companies sued me because they didn’t have color contacts in that shade to offer the public. I walked too fast on the red carpet so photographers filed a complaint because they didn’t get enough shots to profit off of. My personal favorite, my shoes made me taller than the male lead in the movie so he felt emasculated and filed a complaint and lawsuit against me. No matter what Myo Mi-Sun did, what I did, I couldn’t win, so I gave up and stopped trying.”
Kita watched her intently as she talked.
What she was saying was heartbreaking and infuriating, and it made no sense to Kita as to why she would subject herself to it. The irritation and anger in her over these injustices was completely warranted, Kita felt, but her anger was muted and cute compared to his over it.
Perhaps it was the sake speaking, but Kita was pissed over Seon Rain and Myo Mi-Sun’s mistreatment.
“But it’s okay,” Rain promised him with a smile when she saw him glaring straight ahead.
Kita looked at her.
“I’m happy, Uncle is happy, my life is good… I’m not happy,” she admitted, her smile falling, and she poured herself another drink. “I haven’t been happy in so long, I don’t even know how to be happy anymore.”
That’s what he thought, but he wanted to hear it from her instead of just assuming.
“What can I do though?” Rain rhetorically asked before finishing off her drink then poured the rest of the bottle’s contents in her cup.
Kita looked from her to the empty bottle. “That is impressive. You finished off a bottle already. Are you drunk?” he asked.
Rain shook her head. “I haven’t hugged you yet, thus I’m not drunk,” she informed him. “I don’t drink often, but when I have sushi I do. And I only have sushi when watching movies here, then Dae-Ho picks me up.”
“Is the sake why you are being so candid with me-” he started to ask.
“No. I want to be,” she interrupted, her speech slightly slurred. “I feel comfortable with you, and around you, and in your protection. As annoyed as you make me at times, and as sad as your hate-filled words make my heart, I feel safe and comfortable with you. And I wouldn’t mind seeing you naked again because you are beyond hot and your body…” her words trailed off and she shivered. “Huh. Yeah. I might be a little drunk because I haven’t eaten and just finished a bottle of sake nearly by myself,” she admitted, making a face. “And I just told you I wanted to see you naked again.”
To her surprise, Kita laughed and patted her on the head parentally.
“That you did,” he agreed with a smile before finishing his drink.
The servers returned with an assortment of sushi and set them down on the table with empty plates and chopsticks. When they finished setting out the spread, they bowed then dismissed themselves.
“Ooh, I should have started with this instead of the drinks,” Rain said, clapping and bouncing with excitement; she was starving.
“I couldn’t tell,” Kita said teasingly, taking the chopstick she was offering him.
Ayaka watched from the doorway, a smile on her aged face; she couldn’t remember the last time she saw the young woman smile and blush so much. And never had she brought a date with her. It warmed her old heart that there might just be hope that the shy, awkward young woman could root in someone’s heart after all.
“Young love,” Ayaka whispered with a smile, closing the doors, rendering the teahouse in darkness.
Kita looked around, trying to find a light source. “Seon Rain?” he said in a panic, turning to where she was sitting; this was a security risk.
“Shh,” Rain scolded, leaning into him. “It’s about to start,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his due to his sudden proximity.
Kita’s eyes widened and his body froze in place when the unmistakable feel of a tongue caressed his lips.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
