Chapter 103: The Trouble, Young-Jae

"Do you think he will be alright?" asked Ashma while Yong-Sun driving towards the Park mansion. He was driving around 80 km per hr. They wanted to reach fast as they had no idea what was the condition of Young-Jae. Ashma called Iseul once but there was no answer. She didn't try again as she thought they must be busy.

"No one called us, no one picked up the phone, so, there is a dilemma but I think he will be okay," answered Yong-Sun.

"Let's hope so. I didn't think we would take up this much time in a single park," Ashma was amazed.

"It's a big park," said Yong-Sun.

"True."

"I enjoyed it," chirped Yong-Sun.

"Yong-Sun!" exclaimed Ashma with a sad face. She was about to ask him for a break-up.

"You didn't like it," Yong-Sun too became sad. He enjoyed her company, maybe she didn't.

"I liked the place," said Ashma unenthusiastically.

"You don't like me," asked Yong-Sun concerned.

"No, that is also not the case," she was saying the truth.

"You are worried about the future?" inquired Yong-Sun.

"You have no idea what has been happening in Park mansion, I can't even tell you," replied Ashma.

"Why not?" asked Yong-Sun.

"Then you will hate my mom and think worse about me," said Ashma, sadly.

"What? Nonsense, why would I do that?" shouted Yong-Sun.

"Because any sensible person would do that," answered Ashma with her head hung low with shame.

"Whatever your mother did, I am sure she was not thinking through but after people explained to her she must have understood and about you, I know when you get angry, you go berserk," stated Yong-Sun.

"Hey!" suddenly Ashma looked at Yong-Sun and punched him hard on his upper arm. The car swerved slightly but Yong-Sun controlled the car immediately.

"I am driving, don't punch me," screamed Yong-Sun.

"You deserved to be punched," said Ashma coolly.

"I deserved to be kissed," contrasted Yong-Sun.

"Shut up!"

"Ha-ha," laughed Yong-Sun.

They reached the Park mansion and ran towards the door. Before they could press the doorbell, the door flung open.

"Don't ring it, he is sleeping," whispered In-Ho, urgently.

"At this hour?" Yong-Sun looked at his phone. It was 7 in the evening.

"Finally!" In-Ho exhaled a big puff of air.

"Oh, was he trouble?" asked Ashma. They all moved inside. In-Ho locked the door. His eyes were drooping due to tiredness. When they saw Iseul, she too was yawning with fatigue.

"Whenever he gets ill, he is trouble," answered In-Ho.

"I told you," said Yong-Sun, happy and excited.

"Then why didn't you call us?" asked Ashma.

"That was not necessary, we were able to handle him, Phew!" said In-Ho, tired.

"Did he eat something?" inquired Ashma.

"Yes, just two bowls of soup, he doesn't want to eat anything," said Iseul.

"Do we need to tell the family members?" questioned Ashma.

"No, he has strictly prohibited us to do so," instructed In-Ho.

"Okay, noted."

"Pyo-ssi, we have not eaten anything, can we have something light to eat?" requested Yong-Sun.

"Of course, Sir," said In-Ho.

In-Ho ran to the kitchen and the sound of pots and pans were clearly audible.

"They are already tired," scolded Ashma.

"I am sorry, I know, but I am hungry," pouted Yong-Sun. "Are you not?"

"Hmm… I am hungry too. I should go and change in the meantime." Ashma started moving towards her room but Yong-Sun grabbed her hand and pulled her closer.

"What are you doing?" whispered Ashma while looking directly into his eyes. His eyes had a strange hold over Ashma. She used to freeze the moment her gaze met with his.

"If I can't change, you can't change," rebuked Yong-Sun.

Ashma placed her other hand behind, twisted his hands and got out of his grip. "Not my fault that your dress is not here," she teased him and ran away from there. She halted in her path, looked at Yong-Sun and stuck her tongue out. She then ran into her room.

Yong-Sun sighed loudly and murmured, "Oh, I am so in love with you."

"What?"

"Nothing, cheater," teased Yong-Sun.

"Ha-ha, loser," mocked Ashma, back.

No matter how hard Ashma tried, she could not ask Yong-Sun for a breakup. She loved spending time with him. She loved talking to him. Also, the approaching engagement ceremony was a big factor. She didn't want to leave him heartbroken on his best friend's happy day.

She changed into red pyjamas, brushed her hair and tied it in a bun. She came running from her room as she was hungry. Yong-Sun looked at her and grinned like an idiot.

In-Ho prepared a light snack for them and served it with tea.

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"How was your day?" asked In-Ho.

"Good," replied Ashma and shoved the noodles in her mouth. "How was your day?"

"Tiring," replied In-Ho.

"Sorry, I should have been here," said Ashma.

"Nonsense, your work is important too. Do you mind if I go and rest for a bit?" In-Ho asked for permission.

"Of course not, please go," said Ashma and stood up for them to leave. Yong-Sun too stood up while eating and gestured them for to leave.

In-Ho and Iseul went to their room. Ashma and Yong-Sun had their meal and tea. They were so hungry that they gobbled their food like hungry monsters.

"I should clean the plates. This way I can help them," said Ashma.

"Let me help too," offered Yong-Sun.

Yong-Sun and Ashma cleaned and dried the plates together. They giggled and laughed and talked all through their chore. They both enjoyed each other's company. They kept teasing and playing with water.

After they were done, he said, "I should leave."

"Okay," teased Ashma.

"Won't you try to stop me?" sulked Yong-Sun.

"I have work to do. I have to send the photos to my team," this time Ashma was serious.

"Oh right! See you tomorrow," said Yong-Sun and saluted Ashma.

"Okay."

"May I kiss you?" Yong-Sun tried his luck.

"What? No," shouted Ashma.

"Why?"

"Anyone can walk in at any time," she gestured towards In-Ho and Iseul.

"Oh right, sorry," apologised Yong-Sun.

"See you tomorrow, go," Ashma pushed Yong-Sun out of the door.

"So eager to make me leave," teased Yong-Sun.

"Yes!" Ashma teased back.

"Ha-ha," giggled Yong-Sun. "Okay, bye."

"Bye."

Yong-Sun send a flying kiss towards Ashma and unlocked the door. Ashma followed him and waved goodbye. He drove home and Ashma again locked the door. She ran upstairs and peeked into Young-Jae's room. It was dark and nothing was visible. Slight noise of snoring was coming from his room. When she was satisfied that he was sleeping peacefully, she retired to her room.

The whole evening and night she worked on the colour palette, collages and kept sending them to her team. After many to and fro of emails, they decided that it would be better to call each other. So, she was on a conference call with her team the whole evening. After a long discussion about colours, designs, patterns, etc. Ashma gave them the news.

"You guys have to come here," said Ashma.

"Why can't you come here?" asked the head of the design team.

"We are collaborating with two companies of Korea, to learn the company profile and the culture you all have to be here. You have no idea about the handicrafts of Korea. They are amazing," informed Ashma.

"But you have sent us the photos," protested Priyanka.

"True, but seeing everything through your eyes would inspire you," contrasted Ashma.

"Okay, if you say so," said the team.

"Anyhow you will get to visit Korea, vacation plus business," said Ashma, excited.

"Yeah, yeah, we know how much vacation we will get," teased Priyanka

"Get out!" shouted Young-Jae. Ashma could clearly hear his shouting from his room.

She ignored the shouting. "Shut up Priyanka!" said Ashma, teasingly.

"I won't have it," shouted Young-Jae again in a hoarse voice.

"Who is that?" asked one of the members of her team

"No one, ignore him," said Ashma.

"Have you thought of any designs?" asked the head of the department.

"I will try today, if I get any good work, I will send them your way," replied Ashma

Crash! Clatter! Clunk! There was a loud noise of smashing chinaware. Ashma clenched her fists with anger. She gritted her teeth and exhaled a big puff of air to calm herself down. Her team understood that she was getting angry.

"Okay, tell us the day and time we should come and we will be there," asked Priyanka.

"Okay, I will inform you, most probably after this Sunday," replied Ashma after composing herself.

"Why? What's happening this Sunday?" asked the head of the department.

"I have to attend a function on Saturday and rest on Sunday," answered Ashma.

"Since when did you start taking rest?" teased Priyanka after seeing that mood had uplifted.

"Shut up guys, go back to your work," smiled Ashma.

"Yes, Chief," all said in unison.

"Argh!" groaned Ashma.

She listened for Young-Jae but all was silent now. She wanted to check what happened but ideas kept flowing in her brain.

She disconnected the conference call and started working on her designs. She took out her sketch pad, her laptop and started drawing. One black line, two black lines, curves, filling colours, she spent the whole night working on her designs. She kept saving every design.. The designs she liked she would star marked them, rest she would leave them alone.

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