The Love That Remains

When I try to let go of his crotch, he put his hand over mine. I look up and my heart stops when I see his devilish glint on his face.

Crap!

"Wife, we can't do it here..." His voice is not low or high, but it's enough for the whole aircraft to hear. He sounds embarrassed and clearly wronged. I can feel everyone eyes on us. Even Bae Jaemin and Wang Mei's. I don't dare to look around. My current goal is to get my hand away from his crotch. I resist the urge to use the teleportation spell again.

"My darling." He lowers his head. "I know....we can do it in the car while on our way home. It's only ten minutes before we reach Seoul."

I gnash my teeth and say, "Let go of my hand."

The cunning smile appears on his face. I brace myself for the next disaster.

"Don't unzip my pants. There are children on this flight," He speaks in a not-so-low voice and loudly sighs. He lets go of my hand. I shrink lower in my seat and hide my face with my palms. Now, I am a lustful and shameless woman to everyone on this flight.

Even to my childhood friend.

"Let go!"

"Wife is too demanding,"

"But I like your hand there." This time, he speaks in a low voice. "Wife is a pervert."

"Sung Jun, did I ever offend you?"

"Countless times," He answers me without batting his eyes.

"...." I regret coming with him.

The next thirty minutes follows with a dense air of embarrassment for me. It's too awkward when we leave the airport. I sense people looking at me strangely and whispering something among themselves. I didn't try to listen or speak back. It's useless to argue with strangers when the mastermind is showing off an innocent smile.

10 PM. There is a limousine waiting for us. The driver is dressed in all white with a poker face. Even at night, he is wearing sunglasses. I find it weird but decide against saying anything.

"I will visit you tomorrow," Wang Mei tells me solemnly before hurrying off with Bae Jaemin.

"It's not what you think..." I try to explain. She doesn't stop. She keeps running away while dragging Bae Jaemin who waves back at us.

"Give your best, Brother." Bae Jaemin yells. "I want a cute niece."

"..." Again, I feel all the eyes on us. Sung Jun shrugs and pulls me along with him to the limousine. I wonder how he is cool while being stared like this.

As soon as the limousine starts, Sung Jun takes my hand and places on his crotch. "You like touching me there, isn't?"

I pull my hand. The driver doesn't pay attention. Can he hear us?

"Sung Jun, we are in the car... Why are you always in the heat? Are you a dog?"

The corner of his lips twitch. "A dog?"

"It slipped out..." I cough lightly and look away. I should have said 'pervert'.

"You want to do it in doggy style?" I hear him say. That's not what I meant. Before I can turn around to refute his words, he pulls me in his embrace, immobilizing me in his grasp.

"There is a someone else in the...car." I keep my voice low.

"Does it matter?" He whispers in my ears and kisses the nape of my neck. This guy is really a dog in heat.

"I don't want someone to hear or see us..." I whisper back. "This is not decent..." Why do I have to teach this stuff to you?

"Wife likes privacy." His flutters his eyelashes at me. His beautiful honey brown eyes are deep and beautiful. I find myself losing in those eyes.

His wayward hand wanders between my legs, bringing me back on the earth.

"But this dog is in heat." He pins me down beneath him in a blink of an eye.

"Sung Jun, did you sell your self-respect in the flea market?" I can't stop myself from yelling.

"You call me a dog and then, you ask me if you have ever offended me?"

"It's not like you didn't make me mad, Sung Jun." I glare at him. "In our both lives, you made me crazy."

Sung Jun raises his sharp brows. "So, you are crazy for me in both of our lives. It's disappointing that I don't remember anything and you are the only ones who do."

I close my mouth. He already knows, isn't? He heard stuff earlier. But he doesn't know what I know. I should have the advantage here.

"And I killed you, isn't?" He asks quietly, but he doesn't let me go.

"You didn't kill me," I tell him. "You shouldn't believe Reis. He was trying to manipulate you and me." I don't know how this conversation turned serious. But he has me pinned down underneath him. His face is too close to mine.

"I know." He scrutinizes my face for the hints that I am lying. I don't know what he sees. I believe that he isn't the reason behind my death and our unborn child's death. Sung Jun is also the victim. He never knew. I will make sure that he doesn't know. He doesn't need this kind of burden.