Thorn Lily Chapter 15 Part 1
The worst thing that can happened to any translator just happened to me... I clicked on a link accidentally right before posting this OTL Waaahhh ;_;
Anyway, I'm loving the scenes in this one keke SO CUTE.
Ah... it hurts! I rolled around the bed in pain. Where the heck am I? I reached out and felt the empty space next to me. Has Yunho left? Somehow I wasn't too bothered.
I cracked my eyes open blearily, momentarily blinded by the morning sun. I could hear the faint sound of the tap running. Is it morning already? I feel as if I'd only slept for a couple of hours, and my eyes were all swollen. I groped around for my watch groggily and checked - 10am.
Yunho really wasn't in the room, and I was left all alone in the huge bed that looked like it'd been trashed. I sneezed loudly, tears stinging my eyes as I took in my surroundings. Yunho's wristcuffs were still on the bedside table and so was his jacket - the sight of his belongings calmed me. I peeled the blanket off me and sat up on the bed, but almost instantly I jumped up. Ouch! I staggered to the mirror, every step delivering a stab of pain, and peered at my butt in the mirror.
"Hubby... You don't actually hate me right?"
Even I'm shocked by how hard he'd whipped me with his belt. The wounds don't look serious but still... my butt was streaked with red marks roughly the width of his belt... so embarassing. I chuckled slightly, unable to control myself. Noticing that the nearby vase was filled with fresh flowers, I plucked one and put it in my hair, and then I moved back from the mirror to admire my reflection. I wonder which is prettier, me or the flower?
Just as I was about to finger the flowers, I caught sight of a small note next to the vase. I picked it up and read it aloud.
"I hope you didn't cry while I was out. You don't have anything left to wear so I'm buying some clothes for you. Be back soon. - Oppa"
Weren't you the one who tore my clothes... But...
Ah... He wrote 'Oppa'! Oppa...
...Oppa...Oppa...
"Hahahahahahha!!!"
I clutched the note and laughed till my stomach felt like it was going to split. He's still treating me like a child... ah, Yunho really dotes on me after all!
I waked into the steamy bathroom. The bath tub has been filled, so I dipped a toe in to test the temperature. It's just right. My thoughtful man has even adjusted the water to the most comfortable temperature for me! I must reward him with a nice kiss when he returns. I went in and almost fell asleep, but then my butt rubbed against the bath tub as I slid further in. Ouch! Hubby... I regret it now. Not gonna kiss you when you get back!
I felt my body soften in the water, and just as I was about to doze off again, the door swung open. Yunho stripped off his sweat-drenched shirt as he walked in and I could see that his shirt was entirely soaked. My Yunho hates the summer too, I guess?
"Care to join me, my love...?"
"Too hot, the water's way too hot!"
Though the water temperature can be adjusted, he probably dislikes the heat more than I do. He shrugged out of his pants and placed them next to the sink, then he walked into the shower cubicle. The walls of the cubicle are glass; I could see everything.
I propped my chin on my hands as I admired his body. His limbs are long and lean, his shoulders broad, and even the way he pours shampoo on his hair is so sexy. Ah... where else on earth can I find a man like this?
As he shampooed his hair, I got out of the bath and stood outside the glass cubicle. My body felt strangely heavy - probably because of the bath. When he was done, he grabbed a tower to dry his hair as I started banging on the glass door. He turned to me, eyes wide in surprise, the fogged glass reflecting his drenched body. I pursed my lips.
As he gawked at me from the other side, I planted my lips onto the glass as if I wanted to kiss him. Chu! I smiled sweetly and he smiled in return. Slinging his towel over his shoulders, he bent over, closed his eyes, and placed his lips on the door where my lips were. Chu! It felt as if the thin sheet of glass between us had vanished, and I could feel the warmth of his lips. I lowered my shoulders as cute as I could and smiled till my eyes were thin crescents while he fingered my lips through the glass. How could something as simple as this make me blush so furiously?
He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out, dragging me by the hand and pushing me into the bath tub. Then, he stepped in and grabbed the sponge, squeezing out a generous amount of foam. Like a mother washing her kid, Yunho started scrubbing me all over. It tickles! I squirmed, flicking foam all over him as I tried to escape while he ordered me to keep still. Eventually I broke free and escaped to the other end of the tub.
"Aigoo!"
"Naughty boy! Stay there, don't move!"
He chased me in circles around the tub but he still caught me, so I had no choice but to sit there and let him scrub me clean. He even sat down with me to make sure that I couldn't escape. Such torture! In the end shampoo got into my eyes so I threw him a pitiful glance with reddened eyes. He instinctively leaned in to kiss me. When we went out of the bath to rinse off the soap, I behaved myself and let him wash my underarms and feet, but when he scrubbed behind my knees I felt my body numb.
"It tickles..."
"Hm?"
"It's like you're feeling me up..."
After the shower he dried me with a big furry towel, but he refused to look me in the eyes. Hands on my hip, I threw him a 'I like everything you do to me' expression. Hm, what will he do now?
"How could you bear to hit something so pretty?"
"You asked for it!"
"Hmph... but it's fine with me even if I died from it, since you're the one hitting me..."
Suddenly the atmosphere tensed up and Yunho looked angry. He looks like a koala when his hair is wet. Out of the blue, he grabbed my waist and pinched my thigh hard, glaring at me in dissatisfaction. I tried to kiss him but he pulled his head back as far as he could. What's wrong with him?
"Do you enjoy being beaten up that much?"
"Ah!!"
He threw me over his shoulders easily and started spanking my butt, hitting the places where he wounded me yesterday.
"Oh? You were still feather-light when I carried you yesterday!"
"Weren't you the one who always called me a little pig!?"
"But you're still pretty like a little pig!"
I used to devour my food like a pig... During our university days, Yunho would make comments like, "Such a voracious appetite for such a tiny mouth, but how do you manage to still look so cute?" And from then on I really turned into a little pink pig, gaining weight every month until he'd say things like, "Woah... you're getting fat!" In contrast, Yunho's face seemed to grow skinnier as the days passed.
"There'll be room service later on so put on your clothes!"
"No way!"
"Be good and listen!"
"'Eat this! Wear that!' Am I your dog!?"
He placed me on the bed and heaved a loud sigh. He picked up the shopping bags from the couch and gave them to me, the insides filled with clothes that he'd ran out to buy. I hugged a pillow and crossed my legs, inspecting the clothes.
Ah! These are all my favourite brands! He'd remembered what I liked to wear when we lived together, and my favourite colours as well. At first glance Yunho seems like a typical male chauvinist who keeps everything to himself, but after we got together he's been so thoughtful, so mindful of all these little details - it's one of the reasons why I fell for him. Always spending time and effort to make his lover look more beautiful, Jung Yunho is a shining example to all the men on earth!
He'd really put a lot of thought into this! As I opened the last bag, a look of utter confidence crept across his face. It's a light pink shirt and, as I realized when I looked closely, it's striped as well and the edges of the sleeves are white, which matches the pink perfectly. When I pulled it out, I found another identical shirt beneath it...
"What is this, a couple tee?"
I almost died laughing, the shrill sound of my laughter filling up the whole room as he threw his blue striped shirt to one corner irritably...
"Idiot! I had an awkward time buying it too! So stop laughing..."
"Aha! Oppa, you... hahahaha..!!"
"Then don't wear it! You... aish.... idiot!"
Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I bent over to pick up the blue shirt. He was sulking in a corner, pouting and hugging a pillow, but his expression softened considerably as I walked over to him. Though it's a size too big, it's really a very pretty shirt! To think that I, Kim Jaejoong, entrusted myself to this adorably simple-minded Jung Yunho... Ah, it feels great to be alive!
He knelt down before me and kissed my feet, and I felt my heart skip a beat. I raised my foot and dug my toe in his handsome face and he frowned at me. Hearing me giggle, he grabbed my foot and put my toe into his mouth...
"Put on your clothes, manura*!"
Ah... that word! Even though it's been such a long time since I last heard him call me that, but it still moves me as deeply as it always did. When we were in high school everyone around me called me the 'Class 8 beauty', all except Jung Yunho. He'd wait for me at the gates everyday after school, shouting "Over here! Manura!" and I would climb onto his motorcycle behind him amidst the cat calls and whistles from his noisy friends. At that time I wanted to hide my face and run away so badly! The Kim Jaejoong who scored a place in Jung Yunho's heart as his beautiful wife... Sometimes I miss those days so much!
*Manura = literally "my wife", a term used by men to refer to their middle-aged wives, though young husbands use it jokingly too. Anyone with more knowledge about the Korean culture out there? Please enlighten me on what's the opposite of 'manura'! Because I can't freaking understand Korean so even though I know Jaejoong calls Yunho 'hubby', I have no idea what's the exact Korean term used );
Anyway, I'm loving the scenes in this one keke SO CUTE.
Ah... it hurts! I rolled around the bed in pain. Where the heck am I? I reached out and felt the empty space next to me. Has Yunho left? Somehow I wasn't too bothered.
I cracked my eyes open blearily, momentarily blinded by the morning sun. I could hear the faint sound of the tap running. Is it morning already? I feel as if I'd only slept for a couple of hours, and my eyes were all swollen. I groped around for my watch groggily and checked - 10am.
Yunho really wasn't in the room, and I was left all alone in the huge bed that looked like it'd been trashed. I sneezed loudly, tears stinging my eyes as I took in my surroundings. Yunho's wristcuffs were still on the bedside table and so was his jacket - the sight of his belongings calmed me. I peeled the blanket off me and sat up on the bed, but almost instantly I jumped up. Ouch! I staggered to the mirror, every step delivering a stab of pain, and peered at my butt in the mirror.
"Hubby... You don't actually hate me right?"
Even I'm shocked by how hard he'd whipped me with his belt. The wounds don't look serious but still... my butt was streaked with red marks roughly the width of his belt... so embarassing. I chuckled slightly, unable to control myself. Noticing that the nearby vase was filled with fresh flowers, I plucked one and put it in my hair, and then I moved back from the mirror to admire my reflection. I wonder which is prettier, me or the flower?
Just as I was about to finger the flowers, I caught sight of a small note next to the vase. I picked it up and read it aloud.
"I hope you didn't cry while I was out. You don't have anything left to wear so I'm buying some clothes for you. Be back soon. - Oppa"
Weren't you the one who tore my clothes... But...
Ah... He wrote 'Oppa'! Oppa...
...Oppa...Oppa...
"Hahahahahahha!!!"
I clutched the note and laughed till my stomach felt like it was going to split. He's still treating me like a child... ah, Yunho really dotes on me after all!
I waked into the steamy bathroom. The bath tub has been filled, so I dipped a toe in to test the temperature. It's just right. My thoughtful man has even adjusted the water to the most comfortable temperature for me! I must reward him with a nice kiss when he returns. I went in and almost fell asleep, but then my butt rubbed against the bath tub as I slid further in. Ouch! Hubby... I regret it now. Not gonna kiss you when you get back!
I felt my body soften in the water, and just as I was about to doze off again, the door swung open. Yunho stripped off his sweat-drenched shirt as he walked in and I could see that his shirt was entirely soaked. My Yunho hates the summer too, I guess?
"Care to join me, my love...?"
"Too hot, the water's way too hot!"
Though the water temperature can be adjusted, he probably dislikes the heat more than I do. He shrugged out of his pants and placed them next to the sink, then he walked into the shower cubicle. The walls of the cubicle are glass; I could see everything.
I propped my chin on my hands as I admired his body. His limbs are long and lean, his shoulders broad, and even the way he pours shampoo on his hair is so sexy. Ah... where else on earth can I find a man like this?
As he shampooed his hair, I got out of the bath and stood outside the glass cubicle. My body felt strangely heavy - probably because of the bath. When he was done, he grabbed a tower to dry his hair as I started banging on the glass door. He turned to me, eyes wide in surprise, the fogged glass reflecting his drenched body. I pursed my lips.
As he gawked at me from the other side, I planted my lips onto the glass as if I wanted to kiss him. Chu! I smiled sweetly and he smiled in return. Slinging his towel over his shoulders, he bent over, closed his eyes, and placed his lips on the door where my lips were. Chu! It felt as if the thin sheet of glass between us had vanished, and I could feel the warmth of his lips. I lowered my shoulders as cute as I could and smiled till my eyes were thin crescents while he fingered my lips through the glass. How could something as simple as this make me blush so furiously?
He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out, dragging me by the hand and pushing me into the bath tub. Then, he stepped in and grabbed the sponge, squeezing out a generous amount of foam. Like a mother washing her kid, Yunho started scrubbing me all over. It tickles! I squirmed, flicking foam all over him as I tried to escape while he ordered me to keep still. Eventually I broke free and escaped to the other end of the tub.
"Aigoo!"
"Naughty boy! Stay there, don't move!"
He chased me in circles around the tub but he still caught me, so I had no choice but to sit there and let him scrub me clean. He even sat down with me to make sure that I couldn't escape. Such torture! In the end shampoo got into my eyes so I threw him a pitiful glance with reddened eyes. He instinctively leaned in to kiss me. When we went out of the bath to rinse off the soap, I behaved myself and let him wash my underarms and feet, but when he scrubbed behind my knees I felt my body numb.
"It tickles..."
"Hm?"
"It's like you're feeling me up..."
After the shower he dried me with a big furry towel, but he refused to look me in the eyes. Hands on my hip, I threw him a 'I like everything you do to me' expression. Hm, what will he do now?
"How could you bear to hit something so pretty?"
"You asked for it!"
"Hmph... but it's fine with me even if I died from it, since you're the one hitting me..."
Suddenly the atmosphere tensed up and Yunho looked angry. He looks like a koala when his hair is wet. Out of the blue, he grabbed my waist and pinched my thigh hard, glaring at me in dissatisfaction. I tried to kiss him but he pulled his head back as far as he could. What's wrong with him?
"Do you enjoy being beaten up that much?"
"Ah!!"
He threw me over his shoulders easily and started spanking my butt, hitting the places where he wounded me yesterday.
"Oh? You were still feather-light when I carried you yesterday!"
"Weren't you the one who always called me a little pig!?"
"But you're still pretty like a little pig!"
I used to devour my food like a pig... During our university days, Yunho would make comments like, "Such a voracious appetite for such a tiny mouth, but how do you manage to still look so cute?" And from then on I really turned into a little pink pig, gaining weight every month until he'd say things like, "Woah... you're getting fat!" In contrast, Yunho's face seemed to grow skinnier as the days passed.
"There'll be room service later on so put on your clothes!"
"No way!"
"Be good and listen!"
"'Eat this! Wear that!' Am I your dog!?"
He placed me on the bed and heaved a loud sigh. He picked up the shopping bags from the couch and gave them to me, the insides filled with clothes that he'd ran out to buy. I hugged a pillow and crossed my legs, inspecting the clothes.
Ah! These are all my favourite brands! He'd remembered what I liked to wear when we lived together, and my favourite colours as well. At first glance Yunho seems like a typical male chauvinist who keeps everything to himself, but after we got together he's been so thoughtful, so mindful of all these little details - it's one of the reasons why I fell for him. Always spending time and effort to make his lover look more beautiful, Jung Yunho is a shining example to all the men on earth!
He'd really put a lot of thought into this! As I opened the last bag, a look of utter confidence crept across his face. It's a light pink shirt and, as I realized when I looked closely, it's striped as well and the edges of the sleeves are white, which matches the pink perfectly. When I pulled it out, I found another identical shirt beneath it...
"What is this, a couple tee?"
I almost died laughing, the shrill sound of my laughter filling up the whole room as he threw his blue striped shirt to one corner irritably...
"Idiot! I had an awkward time buying it too! So stop laughing..."
"Aha! Oppa, you... hahahaha..!!"
"Then don't wear it! You... aish.... idiot!"
Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I bent over to pick up the blue shirt. He was sulking in a corner, pouting and hugging a pillow, but his expression softened considerably as I walked over to him. Though it's a size too big, it's really a very pretty shirt! To think that I, Kim Jaejoong, entrusted myself to this adorably simple-minded Jung Yunho... Ah, it feels great to be alive!
He knelt down before me and kissed my feet, and I felt my heart skip a beat. I raised my foot and dug my toe in his handsome face and he frowned at me. Hearing me giggle, he grabbed my foot and put my toe into his mouth...
"Put on your clothes, manura*!"
Ah... that word! Even though it's been such a long time since I last heard him call me that, but it still moves me as deeply as it always did. When we were in high school everyone around me called me the 'Class 8 beauty', all except Jung Yunho. He'd wait for me at the gates everyday after school, shouting "Over here! Manura!" and I would climb onto his motorcycle behind him amidst the cat calls and whistles from his noisy friends. At that time I wanted to hide my face and run away so badly! The Kim Jaejoong who scored a place in Jung Yunho's heart as his beautiful wife... Sometimes I miss those days so much!
*Manura = literally "my wife", a term used by men to refer to their middle-aged wives, though young husbands use it jokingly too. Anyone with more knowledge about the Korean culture out there? Please enlighten me on what's the opposite of 'manura'! Because I can't freaking understand Korean so even though I know Jaejoong calls Yunho 'hubby', I have no idea what's the exact Korean term used );