Semua Bab To Love and To Be Loved: Bab 21 - Bab 28

"It's time to say goodbye now. We have to go, sweetie," Eunae called out gently. "I don't want to go yet. I still want to play with Uncle Yunoh." Yunoh looked at Eunae, who breathed a sigh, crouching down and settling her delicate hands on Mark's cheeks. "But it's time to go home, sweetie. It's already late."But the little boy only shook his head, determined not to go home. "Buddy, mommy has to rest, your fellow rainbows have already worn her out too much," Stephen added. "But I still want to play," the little boy dolefully muttered, fidgeting the hem of his shirt. "You can just come back and visit me again, mate," Yunoh eventually said, kneeling before the little boy, who adored him so much even with the few hours they spent together. He ruffled his hair and a calculated smile painted his lips when the little boy spoke. "But I don't know when," Mark

F O R E L S K E T (Norwegian) (n.) the euphoria you experience when you're first falling in love.  "Drink this." Eunae's face instantly fell upon seeing the drinking glass filled with the liquid she hated the most. "No, I'm not drinking that disgusting thing," she outright refused, shaking her head in utter disapproval. "Little sunset, you have to. You and the little rainbows need this," Stephen coaxed with the gentlest tone she had ever heard him. "No, we don't. We're perfectly fine," she mused her hands from her head to toe as if telling him they were alright. "See?" "You are drinking this," he said sternly, having no room for any conversation. Shaking her head once again, sh

R E D A M A N C Y(English) (n.) a love returned in full; the act of loving the one who loves you; to love and to be loved. [MATURE CONTENT AHEAD: R-18]  Eunae knew Stephen never liked calling the deed as sex. He had always explained to her that sex had a lot of meanings-from describing a person; an organ; or an activity, and he did not want to label what they were having with a word too broad and often used too lightly as if it was nothing, when it was too important and too intimate for him. It might sound weird and lame to many, but it was probably one of the things that made him different from everybody else. Shrugging and mockingly titling her head side to side, she gave him a roll of the eyes. She was just in the mood to rile him up. He

Suddenly, her train of thoughts was abruptly cut short when the piercing shriek made it into her ears. Almost immediately, she carefully put down Wendy and rushed to the little boy who was bleeding, his hand pressed against his forehead.   "Alex, what happened, sweetheart?" Eunae asked calmly, trying to tuck the nervousness pricking her nerves that she herself was trembling from the sight before her.   "Tweachwer, my h-hwead... table...I h-hwit my hwead," the little boy named Alex wept, pointing his finger at the gushing blood coming out from his open wound. Eunae's reflex was to instantly slump on the floor and cradle the little boy in her arms and place a hand over his bleeding forehead.   "You accidentally hit your head on the corner of the table?" She asked gently, roaming her eyes around and trying to find the other assigned teacher for the class.   Not exactly finding where her co-teach