“SongSun, what’s my schedule for today?”
Changmin slightly lifted his eye-brows as he aimed the nicely cut omelette into his mouth before he started chewing it. He then looked up to meet the gaze of an aged man.
“Milord, I insist that you just stay in bed and recover. It’s dangerous if you were to go on underground missions now,” SongSun replied with a respectful bow, which earned a scoff from Changmin.
“This wound is nothing. I’ve had worse injuries before. Just tell me who I need to kill today,” he spoke indifferently.
SongSun was at lost for words. His gaze automatically diverted to Min Hee whose knees are being treated by one of the maids not far from them. His eyes shouted for help, to help him tell Changmin what was best for him at the moment. He knew Min Hee was the only one Changmin listens to. And to know that Min Hee had recovered some of her ‘feelings’, SongSun couldn’t be more grateful. He was glad that they could prevent Changmin from turning into someone much worse than who he was before in time.
Min Hee did caught SongSun’s eyes, but she wasn’t paying attention to their previous conversation. Instead, she could only smile sweetly as SongSun sighed.
“Milord, at least please allow me to consult the family doctor before we resume your daily activities. I can send our men to cover for you in the mean time. I insist. Your health is more important.”
Changmin stopped eating and glared at SongSun. “Are you really doubting my capabilities?” Changmin thought he was perfectly fine and he should get back to work. He needed to settle things faster. As long as he still can’t get a grip of the attacker, he will keep on pushing himself to get things done.
“Please,” SongSun bowed even lower. “We trust you, Milord, with all our lives. I just think that Milady would want me to restraint your movements until you’re fully healed.”
Changmin stopped eating his breakfast completely and glanced over at Min Hee, who had her confused eyes back on him. They stared at each other for a moment before Changmin turned back to SongSun and muttered, “If she would like me to restraint my movements, she can tell it to me herself. Right now I need to get things done and fast.”
There was a moment of silence within the room as everyone was caught in their own reasoning. The only sound that came then was the sound of cutleries meeting the plate and the sound of the maid applying medicine onto Min Hee’s scratches. No one knew exactly what to say without making the matter worse.
However, Min Hee did want to say something. She wanted to agree with SongSun. But she wasn’t sure if that was what Changmin would like her to do. She didn’t want to be the reason that Changmin couldn’t get his work done, whatever they were. But she was also very worried about Changmin’s condition since it had only been a few days since Changmin was shot and his wound hasn’t clot perfectly yet. If only she knew exactly what Changmin do for a living. She knew Changmin’s a clan leader of the most feared mafia group in South Korea. She also knew perfectly that they kill and fight in most of their business transactions. But she wasn’t sure if Changmin’s work does involve that kind of field work, or he just went out to negotiate verbally and sign stuff like a CEO of a company.
After a while of making sense of her own conclusions, she suddenly spoke with a firm tone, “Tell me his supposed schedules and I’ll decide if he can go or not.”
It was as if she was a completely different person. She didn’t know what came over her, but she had this sudden need to be in control. She needed to dominate during this particular situation.
She needed to take care of Changmin.
SongSun grinned at her words and Changmin quietly smiled. Changmin knew his wife was slowly coming back.
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After Changmin was done having his breakfast and SongSun had finished briefing Min Hee on what was supposed to be Changmin’s workload for the day, everyone left the bedroom except for Min Hee and Changmin. Changmin had already made himself comfortable on the soft bed while watching Min Hee who was still seated on the sofa, thinking about something.
“Yah, jagiya~” he called.
Unused to the title, Min Hee slowly turned to make sure that Changmin was talking to her. She had uncertainties in her eyes, but her frown slowly turned into a smile when Changmin patted the small spot next to him, calling for her to join him on the bed.
“Go back to sleep. You need plenty of rest,” Min Hee rejected softly and refused to move from where she was seated. The more near she was to Changmin, the less rest Changmin would get since he would constantly remind her of how much he missed the moments they were together and their chit-chat could last them the whole night if she didn’t stop him.
“But I want you beside me when I sleep,” Changmin whined.
Min Hee had her eye-brows raised. “I’ll be in the same room. Take it or leave it.”
“I want neither.”
She frowned. “Stop being a child, Shim Changmin. I’ll still be here when you wake up.”
At hearing her pronounce his full name, he couldn’t help but grin stupidly. He kept his eyes on her as she slowly stood up and went to sit at the other edge of the bed anyway. They were closer, but not close enough for him.
“I’ve missed you pampering me,” Changmin said softly. “You have no idea how worried I was when the maid told me what happened to you at the balcony. You have no idea how grateful I was that Junsu came in time to catch you and had enough strength to pull you up. Do you know how much you weight?”
Min Hee just smiled.
“If Junsu had come with me that day, I could’ve lost you for good,” he whispered, pain slowly appearing on his expressions. “Another false move and I could really lose you...”
Min Hee bit her lips softly. It was true. If Junsu went to meet the woman together with Changmin that day, no one could’ve been there in time to catch her when she had unconsciously stepped off the edge of the balcony. And her head could’ve been smashed by the stoned floor below so easily that no one would be able recognise her face anymore.
“But,” Min Hee started just as softly, “if Junsu had gone with you that day, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt like this.”
“Speak for yourself. I would’ve lost two persons that I love the most in the world. This wound is nothing compared to the pain of that.”
Min Hee could find nothing else to say at those last comments. Her hands slowly held her own abdomen as she shut her eyes and sighed. Changmin was watching her intently.
“I hate forgetting...” Min Hee spoke after a while. “How could I forget something as beautiful as this?”
Changmin sighed and held out a consoling arm, “It’s okay. Come here, baby. Let me hold you.”
Her sad eyes suddenly had a questioning look, “Wait, shouldn’t you get your rest by now? I’m sorry I’ve disturbed you,” Min Hee said hastily and stood up to walk back to the sofa.
Changmin wanted to call out to her again. But he figured Min Hee needed some time to re-figure her feelings and her life. And he realised he was just being childish at wanting most of her attention on him. Who wouldn’t? After he had nearly lost her for the rest of his life? He was just being over-protective. Is that so bad?
“Min Hee...” he decided to call out to her after all, but not to demand her to be by his side anymore. He only had a question that had been bugging him for a very long time now. “Have you, even once, recalled the night of the attack?”