Wash Together

"Do you know me?"

Oh, I finally did it. Yeonhwa's acting was too perfect for an impulsive decision. Her eyebrows contorted as she glanced down at Geon-woo with his hazy eyes. Yeonhwa felt euphoric when her straight forehead wrinkled every time.

'I'm really bad too.'

She knew how surprised the man must have been, but she had no intention of correcting his words. When the door to the hospital room was opened, a doctor and a nurse appeared. Geon-woo backed away without taking his eyes off Yeonhwa.

"It's Yeonhwa!"

After that, Yeonhwa's mother, Lee Mi-ok, and father, Song Ho-geun, came in.

"Mom, ah... bar."

Yeonhwa's eyelids closed smoothly, probably because she poured all her energy into acting.

'What should I do?'

Yeonhwa, immersed in thought, slowly entered a sleep state. Geon-woo was standing very close, but his voice seemed to come from far away.

"My wife doesn't remember me."

The excited man's voice was heterogeneous. It didn't seem like the man he knew.

'When will you tell me? Should I tell you when I wake up? It was actually a lie. '

Then I'll put the divorce papers in front of my eyes again. Think about it later. Good speed. Why is it so good for a man who asked for a divorce to take care of him? I was worried, but a faint hope that I might be able to receive love arose.

*** Seeing Yeonhwa's brain MRI on the monitor, the attending physician shook his head.

"I had a concussion, but my brain is fine."

Geon-woo, who was sitting on the stool, pulled down the tie knot that was tightening around his neck.

"Why can't you remember when there's nothing wrong with your brain?"

"It's rare, but often a shock so strong that it causes loss of consciousness."

Mi-ok, who was sitting next to Geon-woo, patted my chest and spit out hastily.

"We remembered. I've definitely heard her say, mom and dad."

"I suspect she may have forgotten the memories of the last few years."

In recent years, Geon-woo's waist, which had been leaning towards the doctor, has straightened backward. I can't remember myself. Then, of course, they forgot that they were a couple. Geon-woo, who brushed the hair that covered his forehead, asked.

"Then when exactly do the memories come back?"

"That's something even a brave fortune-teller can't get right."

In this situation, as Geon-woo raised his eyebrows, asking if he was joking, the doctor quickly added something.

"It may come up suddenly, or it may take a long time. But there are times when the memory doesn't come back at all. For now, we have no choice but to watch the progress.

The uncertainty of the doctor's words only made him frustrated. However, if you hold on to your doctor and clean it up, the answer will be the same. When Geon-woo stood up first, Mi-ok and Go-geun followed. Mi-ok tapped Geon-woo's arm as he left the treatment room.

"Don't worry too much. She will remember it soon. "

"Yes."

When the voice cracked from fatigue came out of Geon-woo's mouth, Ho-geun gently pushed Geon-woo's back in pity.

"I couldn't sleep or eat for three days and nights in the West, but tonight we will be there. Come on in. "

"No. It makes me feel at ease. "

Mi-ok looked at Geon-woo with a worried face.

"What are you going to do if you fall like this? It must be hard to go home after work today. "

"It's really good."

To say more, knowing that Geon-woo's will not be broken, Ho-geun wrapped his arms around Mi-ok's shoulder.

"We'll be back tomorrow, so please take care of Yeonhwa."

As Ho-geun and Mi-ok exited the long hospital hallway, Geon-woo got on the elevator nearby. Geon-woo raised his left hand, pressing the button on the floor where Yeonhwa was hospitalized. Even after three days had passed since the incident, the feel of Yeonhwa's fingertips, which had escaped from her grip, was clear. Geon-woo, with his eyelids closed, leaned his back against the elevator wall. If I hadn't mentioned the divorce again the moment I saw him off, Yeonhwa wouldn't have lost all her memories of the past few years. At least, if I hadn't missed Yeonhwa's hand on the stairs, I wouldn't have been hospitalized. He couldn't sleep for several days, so his eyes were hot and his head was throbbing, but Geon-woo didn't take it seriously. When the elevator door opened, Geon-woo straightened up the tie he had loosened and walked outside. Geon-woo, standing in front of the hospital room, opened the door to the sound of words coming from inside. Inside, Geon-woo's grandmother, Young-sook, who had heard the news, was standing next to Yeonhwa's bed.

"Grandmother."

Yeonhwa, who was sitting on the bed, turned her head to Geon-woo, who came in with the door open. When Geon-woo grabbed Young-sook's arm, she turned to Geon-woo.

"She doesn't remember me."

"Go out and let's talk."

Young-sook took her arm out of Geon-woo's hand and left the hospital room first. As soon as Geon-woo, who came after her. closed the door, Young-sook slapped his left cheek. He shaved his cheeks with force, but his head did not turn. When he lifted his lowered eyelids, Young-sook was furious.

"Can't you take good care of a child? Now that your hair is like that, what are you going to do?"

Anyone who hears it will know that Young-sook is passionately worried about Yeonhwa, However, from the following words, He could see that she was not worried about 'Yeonhwa', but about 'Yeonhwa's body'.

"I should have a baby, but my body isn't like that."

"Did you say that to Yeonhwa too?"

Despite the sudden change in his fierce gaze, Young-sook just licked her tongue.

"If a kid can get in, I'll score a hundred more goals."

"Grandmother!"

A voice filled with power fell, but Youngsook only narrowed the brow.

"You put all your energy into finding the memories of Yeonhwa. That's how you're going to have children."

"Stop it, please."

His eyebrows were wrinkled in anger as if he was getting fed up. Youngsok didn't care how his grandson felt. Coercive words were the way Geon-woo had to go, and it was the law.

"I'll need a child to hand on to the next generation," Shindang stated it would be tough unless it happened this year, therefore I need to have a grandchild before then.

It is commonly recognized that Youngsook's thoughts were incorrect. Even though Geonwoo was a thief, he was sick of Youngsook doing this. Shindang's statements were more trusted by his grandmother than by his grandson. It's a nice way to begin the day.

"Stop talking to Yeonhwa."

Geonwoo, who could no longer hear, left his grandma and entered the hospital room. When Youngsook saw the tightly shut door, she shook his head and continued forward.

"I mean, I'm married to that person."

"Geonwoo Yoon," he says.

"Yoon... Geonwoo, alright."

Geonwoo briefly described to Yeonwha what had happened during the previous three years, as if to help a kid understand. Yeonwha's smoke soared even higher as she awoke. Yeonhwa's voice, which included Geonwoo's name, was strange. Geonwoo had no doubts, as though tricked by the smoke. Yeonhwa shook her head slowly and gazed at Geonwoo's expression as she sat in the chair. The environment at Geonwoo was eerily similar to the one he experienced with his grandmother. Yeonhwa opened her eyes and met Geonwoo's gaze, feeling uneasy.

"Do you have any further questions?"

"No,.... no."

Yeonhwa moved her head out the window, a small smirk on her lips. When Geonwoo first returned to the hospital, she pretended that her memories had returned. But when she noticed him speaking softly, she closed her mouth.

'Perhaps I'll be able to tell you in a short bit.'

Yeonhwa was peering through the glass at Geonwoo's look. Geonwoo crossed his hands on his lap and gazed at Yeonhwa's back. Yeonhwa turned her head, curious as to what the man was thinking. Geonwoo raised his arms and stood up when their gazes connected.

"Just let me know if you remember anything."

If Yeonhwa said that, she wasn't sure if she would immediately bring in divorce papers. She didn't want to lose her spouse, who cared for her and looked into her eyes.

'No, I still want you to be my husband.'

Yeonhwa nodded gently as she swallowed the words caught in her mouth.

*** Geonwoo's car was placed in the mansion's parking lot on the first level. The man got out of the driver's seat and opened the passenger door before Yeonwha could even open it. Yeonhwa, who was half-way up, gazed up in surprise at Geonwoo.

'What is this man doing?'

He even grasped Yeonhwa's left arm and gently hoisted her up this time. She was shocked by Geonwoo's first contact and drew her arm out. It wasn't because she despised it. She reacted instinctively as Geonwoo's finger touched her arm. The man withdrew his hand and stepped back to let the lotion to fall.

"Sorry."

"I apologize. I'm not used to that, no matter how long I've been married."

Geonwoo shut the passenger door and nodded, as if he understood. Yeonhwa walked by Geonwoo and attempted to enter the house, but was stopped. It was going to be a major event. Naturally, she attempted to enter the house as if she were the owner. Because she had lost her memory, it didn't appear to fit into the setting organically. Geonwoo, who was standing tall, passed by her. She followed Geonwoo as he climbed the stairs. As soon as Yeonhwa walked in the front door, Anseong-daek burst into tears, and Yeonhwa formed her brows with her sash out of compassion. Simultaneously, he raised his arm slightly, felt Geonwoo's stare, and placed his arm against the side of her leg. Ahn Seongdaek came running with her arms outstretched, but Yeonhwa was stopped by Geonwoo. Ahn Seongdaek wrestled with her arms, which were promptly covered in bandages after she rapidly seized the brake with her heel.

"I don't think it's appropriate for my wife to hug her because she injured her arm."

"Ah, It's good to see you after such a long time."

Ahn Seongdaek took a step back and bent to the side, looking for the lotus flower that Geonwoo had hidden.

"How are you feeling, Madam?"

Yeonhwa, who had been standing behind Geonwoo's broad back, stepped to the side.

"Yoon Geonwoo contacted me. You are the one in charge of the housework."

"Oh."

Ahn Seongdaek, who had her hands covering her lips, gazed up at Geonwoo.

"My wife hasn't recovered her memory yet."

"Has it already been a month? Are you still there?"

I wanted to tell Seongdaek, who was clutching her collapsing chest, the truth, but I couldn't. Ahn Seongdaek will preserve the secret if I ask, but in that situation, Ahn Seongdaek had to act in front of Geonwoo.

"Can you tell me where my room is?"

Ahn Seongdaek responded swiftly to Yeonhwa's inquiry.

"Come with me."

Geonwoo caught Yeonhwa's steps as she emerged from the man's shadow.

"Auntie, please accompany her to my room."

Yeonhwa and Ahn Seongdaek both stared at Geonwoo. Their eyes were wide open, as if they were going to pop out. There was not a single annexation in a year. She was about to take Yeonhwa to her room, Ahn Seongdaek knew. The words Yeonhwa was thinking appeared out of nowhere. It was not uncommon for a married couple to touch their skin and sleep in oriental medicine, but Yeonwha and Geonwoo were unique. He has been utilizing a different room since he returned from the United States. Yeonhwa was bewildered since she couldn't read the man's mind.

When Geonwoo peered down at Yeonhwa, who had opened her eyes, Yeonhwa quickly turned her head. She focused her attention on Ahn Seongdaek, who was unable to act.

'Auntie, please ask my husband what he is thinking for me.'

Ahn Seongdaek's eyelids were closed, despite the fact that she was sending the message with her gaze. Geonwoo remarked this while staring at Ahn Seongdaek, who was murmuring.

"Come on, take her to my room; she'll be exhausted."

"Please follow me, ma'am."

Yeonhwa turned around and followed Ahn Seongdaek after swallowing the things she was about to say multiple times.

'Do I have to say that I remember everything now?' That I recall everything when I arrived home.'

Yeonhwa came to a halt and clenched her fists. She returned her gaze as the man who should have been in the living room approached the kitchen.

"Oh."

Ahn Seongdaek addressed Yeonhwa, who was still unable to speak.

"This way, Ma'am."

"Yes."

Yeonhwa, followed Ahn Seongdaek. I'd lived in this house for three years, so I was familiar with its layout, but I merely nodded without saying anything in response to Ahn Seongdaek's nice explanation. Yeonhwa licked her lips in suspense as Ahn Seongdaek gripped the doorknob in front of Geonwoo's door. The door opened as she yanked on the handle, providing a glimpse of the man's room she had never seen before. It had been a year since she had lived with Geonwoo, yet this was her first visit to his room. When Yeonhwa came to a halt, unable to traverse the door frame, Ahn Seongdaek took a step back and said:

"Rest inside. I'm heading to the market, so I'll start cooking dinner now."

"Thank you."

Yeonhwa carefully moved inside the room after entering from behind her. Yeonhwa rolled her eyes and peered around after closing the door behind her. In contrast to her chamber, which was designed in white tones, the man's room was furnished in black monotone tones. The lotus flower crept up to the side of the bed and glanced at the straight futon with no damaged areas. Her face flushed as she envisioned a man sleeping and waking up there.

'Doesn't that mean we'll sleep together here?'

Yeonwha was surprised by the door opening from behind and jumped out in front of the bathroom door on the opposite side at the time. When she heard Geonwoo's voice from behind, her heart was racing and striking her ribs.

"You haven't washed yet?"

As if she had done something bad, Yeonhwa opened and closed her lower lips over and over again in bewilderment.

"I want to wash."

After barely speaking, Yeonhwa opened the bathroom door and went inside. Her sensitive hearing accurately caught the sound of Geonwoo's collar. He threw his jacket on the bed and seemed to walk towards Yeonhwa. As the footsteps got closer and closer, Yeonhwa tried to close the door, but even when she pushed the door, it wouldn't move. Her gaze turned to Geonwoo's large hand, which was holding the door. The door did not close because the man was pushing it with the same force as Yeonhwa.

"Do you have anything to say?"

Geonwoo, who slowly removed his hand from the door, grabbed the knot of his tie and pulled it down.

"Let's wash together."

I wondered if there was another sound from somewhere, but my heart was beating like crazy. It was because I had never been drenched in water under the same shower as Geonwoo. So, I had no choice but to ask that we wash together.It is a good way to start the day.

".... together?"

"Yeah."

The eyes of Yeonhwa, who had been quiet, were raised wide. Her lips, which had been closed in shock, slowly opened.

'You've never been like that.'

Even though they were a couple, this was the first time they were even stnading in the same room. In an impossible situation, Yeonhwa even felt that this moment was unrealistic. Yeonhwa was really worried about Geonwoo. Maybe it was this man who injured his head.