Chapter 2: Denial
It had been a month since the delivery of the wardrobe. There it stood, at the corner of her room, the white paint glistening in the soft stream of light flowing through her window. As she looked at the intricate designs, she remembered the young man’s hands. How beautiful they were. There was no doubt that he had helped make it, yet, there was no trace of callous nor splinter on his skin. How she wanted those hands to hold hers in them, how she wanted them to run through her hair.
Wake up Yeona! She pinched herself.
“Ouch!” she exlaimed as she felt the pain.
She examined the skin where she had pinched and saw that it was already a bright red.
“Snap out of it, Yeona, ” she reprimanded herself. “He probably doesn’t even remember you. And either way, he’s an overconfident prick. He winked at you, remember? He needs to know his place.”
She paused for a moment, thinking.
Finally, she smacked her forehead, “But that doesn’t mean that you didn’t like it,” she moaned in a whiny voice.
When was the last time that a man had treated her that way? She tried to remember and came to the conclusion that no man had.
“You’re just getting attached because he was the first, that’s all,” said Taeyeon as she sipped her lemon tea.
Yeona was still having trouble and decided to confide in her. Although, Taeyeon can be a bit indecisive herself, she decided that it wouldn’t hurt to try. Taeyeon had many men after her, after all, and she had a lot more experience.
“Don’t you think I know that? I just want to know how to make it stop,” said a frustrated Yeona.
“It doesn’t matter whether it stops or not,” said Taeyeon.
“Even if you did like him, there is no possible way that you could be with him. Therefore, just ignore it and live your life. If it’s bothering you that much, I can take you into town so that you can see him and get him off your mind for good. That’s what I did to forget Minho last week. It wasn’t easy. Handsome, rich, and of high class, who wouldn’t have him in their mind for days?”
Me. Thought Yeona.
“Does it really work? If it does, I would love to give it a try.”
Taeyeon clapped with glee. “Now, all we have to do is find a way to sneak you out.”
That night, Yeona snuck out of her room, out of the house, and to the stables. It was completely dark and smelled of horse dung. She was supposed to meet taeyeon there, but it seemed that nobody was there.
She kept walking to see if she could find a lantern. She saw a beam of light around the corner and ran blindly towards it. She then bumped into something hard.
She shrieked and turned around to see what it was. . . Who it was. It was one of the young men that had delivered the wardrobe. She looked around to see if the other was there, and was dissapointed to find that he wasn’t.
“What are you doing here?” she asked. “You could get arrested for tresspassing.”
He looked at her with confused expression. “Ma’am, I think that you’re mistaken. I’m working.”
It was her turn to be confused.
“What do you mean “working”? I thought you were one of the carpenter’s sons. What are you doing here?”
He chuckled. “While I think it’s very kind for you to think that I am his son, I'm not. I’m his son’s best friend. However, I am more than happy to be called his son. He is like a father figure to me, ” he said the last sentence with a sad smile.
“I don’t mean to pry,” she began. “But what happened to your father?”
He looked up at her and she saw pain in his eyes. “He was murdered by theives. He, and, as you know him, the carpenter, were delivering a door and were attacked. My father didn’t make it.”
Yeona gasped and put her hands over her mouth. “Oh my, I’m so sorry.”
The man shrugged and said, “Forget it, though. You asked why I’m here. See that horse pen over there?” he lifted the lantern that he was holding so that she could see a broken horse pen. “I’m fixing that. I’m just waiting for my partner in crime to get the tools.”
Partner in crime? What?
“Partner in crime?” she asked.
“Oh! The carpenter’s son. His name is Chittaphon but I call him Te-”
he never got to finish his sentence because she had started running.
There is no way in hell that he is here. He can’t be. Both of them. What are they doing here? Weren’t they mad at my father?
Hundreds of thoughts crossed her mind as she ran back to the mansion. She was so in her head that she didn’t she the person carrying a bag and some wood. She bumped into them, hitting her nose. She backed away, holding her nose, tears in her eyes. The person turned around. Her eyes turned wide as she realised who it was. No. There is no way.
Ten was finally done collecting the tools that had scattered around the wagon and was heading to the stalls with them, as well as some wood. He began to whistle as he was walking and suddenly heard footsteps heading his way.
He heard the clacking of womens’ heels, one of the rarest sounds to be heard in the village. He only had time to think of that before he jerked forward because of the sudden impact on his back.
He turned around and was surprised to find Count Min’s daughter there. She was holding her nose and it looked like she was about to cry. Then, still holding her nose, she looked up and locked eyes with him. He could see that her eyes were suddenly filled with fear.
She stood there for three seconds, frozen in fear, and started running again.
“Hey, wait!” Ten yelled after her.
He dropped the equipment and ran after her.
“Go away!” she yelled.
“Why are you running from me?!” he yelled as he caught up to her.
They were now running side by side.
“I can’t see you right now!” she said, panting, as she was reaching her limit.
“What do you mean? You can totally see me,” he said smugly smiling.
“Unless you want me to be somewhere where you can’t see me,” he said looking her up and down.
She was indeed beautiful, but he didn’t mean anything by it.
“Oh my god, Chittaphon, you pervert! Get away from me!”
They arrived at the mansion door.
Before she could run through the door, he yelled, “Call me Ten, not Chittaphon!” He heard her scoff and he chuckled to himself.
“She is something else.”