The love story of Lee Seon-jae and Oh Hye-won of the top Korean drama series 'Secret Love Affair' continues...
This story is dedicated to the women of the world - the workers, the carers, the lovers, the artists - those with big hearts and big hug...
What was I thinking, ringing him? It's ridiculous - what can it possibly achieve - this late at night and with nowhere that we could go...other than some sleazy hotel maybe? I suppose he has been to such places before - but on second thoughts - I don't imagine that he has - he says he has never been with a woman I believe that and anyway, he wouldn't waste his money. He's the opposite of Joon-hyung after all.
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He's here, only moments after I called him. I don't want him to see this bruise and move quickly to the other side of the car, letting my hair swing forward. Even as a high school student, I realised that hair can hide a multitude. I love how physically capable he is - a quick check of the levers and the dashboard and he is away - and a good driver - perfectly able to manoeuvre the tight side streets around his flat and then blending easily - and with just a hint of swagger - into the heavier city traffic. And with no seeming compunction for chat, sensing that I'm exhausted. In this situation, Kang would be snarling about the traffic and insisting on talking - why does he always have to talk?
On the open road, he pulls easily past slower vehicles and then tucks in behind the faster ones and I realise something else about him that I didn't know before tonight - he drives like me - competent, co-ordinated, calm. I risk a quick peek and he's concentrated but not overly so - I suppose anyone who can play Schubert's Wanderer's Fantasy can handle a simple gear/clutch mechanism - though it always seemed beyond Joon-hyung's powers, not that he would ever admit that. Seon-jae in profile is very delectable - even in the shadows of the car, twilight now a memory - but I make myself look away. He will feel me looking and then he will look and then I will look...and then what?
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What just happened? I was groggy from sleep..and then freaked out when I saw him enter that awful hotel? Why would he go into such a place? Isn't it obvious? After all, I rang him late at night and asked him to drive me in my car and then fell asleep...he must be assuming that I want him to take me to such a horrible little place - though the very thought makes my skin crawl so I drove away, almost without making a conscious decision. Now that I have left him, I feel terrible - like I led him on and then drew back at the last minute - though I know that's not true - but he doesn't. Unforgiveable.Just unforgiveable. But still I drive away, as though compelled by something within me - what is it - conscience? Definitely not. Then what? Cowardice - that's what this is - plain and simple. And still I drive.
