Minjun couldn’t believe his ears! Why did Eunwoo ask him that when Eunwoo has a history of not being able to squash an ant? Well, except for beating Minjun, he was a coward everywhere else.

He pushes that aside because his head is spinning and everywhere from the nail of his toes to the roots of his hair is in pain. And when he wakes again, the thunderstorm outside has not let off but the world is better lit.

Eunwoo, who has dark bags under his eyes, smiles, “Good morning, Minjun. Are you thirsty? Hungry? Need to take a leak?”

“Has Your Highness not slept at all last night?”

“How could I sleep? If my arms lose consciousness and let you roll over, I would never forgive myself!”

Minjun thinks Eunwoo’s words are so different from those he remembered two days ago that a giggle happened without his control. Then he gathers himself together and says, “This subject must apologize. This subject didn’t mean to laugh…”

He stares at the charming smile above him and the eyes that hadn’t left him. Feeling awkward, Minjun tries to push Eunwoo away and turns to hide the fact he doesn’t know how to change the situation.

“You’re really pretty when you smile so don’t hide it from me. I want to see you smile always,” Eunwoo pulls Minjun closer to him. 

“Pretty?” Minjun mumbles to himself. He was in Hwarang with other beautiful warriors yet no one has ever called him pretty before. Perhaps handsome by a few and decent looking by many but never pretty.

“Yes, pretty. Very beautiful like a rainbow after a storm… I hope our child has your smile.”

Minjun is speechless! Is this person even Eunwoo? Why is he nowhere the same as before? Can someone change overnight? 

He thinks this way because he is still suspicious of Eunwoo’s story about his reincarnation in another world and then his transmigration back. 

“May I kiss you?”

“Kiss me?” Minjun’s brows knit together, losing his formal speech. “Why?”

Eunwoo enjoys teasing Minjun who keeps making weird but adorable faces. He leans in really close to Minjun and answers, “Because you’re really cute right now.”

Now I’m cute? Minjun is beyond reason. He is shocked, debating if he is still unconscious or if he has transmigrated too. 

“May I?”

“Please, Your Highness. Don’t tease this poor subject. If Your Highness wishes to k—k—kiss this subject, Your Highness should just do it already. Or does teasing this subject help…”

Eunwoo’s lips touch Minjun's, who thinks a kiss meant touching lips like the night before last. But it is to be expected that Eunwoo who was raised in America would slip his tongue in Minjun’s mouth. 

The coldness of the rain runs down Minjun’s spine as he is frozen in place. The rain outside somehow gets even heavier and the interval of thunderclaps decreases. Minjun watches the stars-like eyes gaze into his soul. 

As soon as Eunwoo retrieves his tongue, Minjun gasps for air and wipes away the trail of saliva that connects their mouths. 

“How could you kiss me like that? Is that even a kiss? Are you trying to kill me?” 

Eunwoo chuckles and snuggles his cheek against Minjun’s, “Why would I ever try to kill the mother of my child, my wife? Next time, breathe through your nose so we can kiss for longer.”

“Longer?” 

“Yes. And every day if possible.”

“Every day?”

“Yes. Everyday. Is that not possible?”

Minjun is uncomfortable with the puppy eyes that are asking something so lewd of him. He wants to say no but will Eunwoo stop being good to him? Then he should say yes but can he endure it every day?

“How about every other day?” 

After noticing Minjun’s reluctance, Eunwoo pulls his cheek off Minjun’s, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have used coercion on you. I will do better as your husband.”

Minjun doesn’t say anything until both their stomachs growl, “Your Highness should rest a little. This subject is feeling a lot better, so this subject will go make a meal.”

“You just got better. I’ll make us breakfast.”

“This subject insists,” Minjun gets up and pretends to be well. “Rest up, Your Highness.”

Eunwoo feels that there is no harm in letting Minjun do some cooking since he looks a lot better than last night. However, he follows Minjun to the kitchen and watches him cook breakfast.

Minjun’s movements are a little slow but precise. As Eunwoo watches the body he loves cook for him, his eyes are filled but his stomach wouldn’t stop growling. Minjun offers some jerky for Eunwoo to chew on.

When Minjun is just waiting for the food to cook, he excuses himself. He wants to bathe since he feels sticky from all the sweat. Wiping the body doesn’t cut it for Minjun. 

Again, Eunwoo follows him to the back of the kitchen where there is a large base in a little area to bathe. Eunwoo shakes his head, “Wait for a little. I’ll go boil some water to mix in. You shouldn’t bathe in cold water while you’re still ill.”

“It’s alright, Your Highness. This subject always uses cold water since this subject joined the military—”

“You’re not in the military anymore. You’re my wife. I refuse to let you bathe in cold water if I can help it,” Eunwoo rushes back to the kitchen. He moves the clay pot of rice aside and boils some water first. 

Since Eunwoo returned to this world, he has been fixing and improving around the house. So after a short while, Eunwoo can pour boiling water into a bathtub he made in a rush a day ago and adds some cold water from the vase for Minjun. 

“It’s ready. You can even sit in it.”

Eunwoo waits for Minjun to try his bathtub but Minjun waits for Eunwoo to leave. Neither knows what the other is thinking. 

“Should I help you?” 

“No!” Minjun pulls his collars together. 

Eunwoo holds in his laughter and returns to the kitchen. He wonders why Minjun is shy when he has seen everything, but from last night it is to be expected that Minjun is shy somehow. 

Although he is watching the food cook, he keeps checking the little area. He wants to be ready if Minjun falls or slips since Minjun might be startled by the thunderclaps. 

“Your Highness?” Minjun’s meek call surprises Eunwoo.

“Yes? What can I help you with?” Eunwoo rushes to the little area.

Minjun turns his back toward Eunwoo and answers, “This subject would like to ask Your Highness for a favor. Could Your Highness retrieve a pair of this subject’s clothes from the house?”

“Yes.” Eunwoo rushes out of the kitchen and into their house. He digs for Minjun’s clothes and then returns to the back of the kitchen. 

As dense as Eunwoo is, he doesn’t know that Minjun is waiting for him to leave before getting out and getting dressed. His eyes are mesmerized by Minjun’s radiant skin and ink-like hair and his body doesn’t move.

Unable to tell Eunwoo to leave, Minjun forces himself to dress before the lingering eyes. 

When Eunwoo sees the birthmark the shape of peach blossom and the size of a jade pearl on Minjun’s left butt cheek, he is relieved that he said the correct side. At the time, he was unsure if it was the left or the right. He thought Minjun was only letting him off because he was too embarrassed and forgot to verify what side the birthmark was on.

Once Minjun is dressed, he walks past the lingering eyes and sets the meals for them. Eunwoo watches Minjun’s movement as they return to the main room of the house with the tray of food. 

“This subject can eat by himself,” Minjun avoids Eunwoo’s chopsticks. He forgot that Eunwoo has been feeding him for the past two days.

Eunwoo retrieves his hand but he can see that Minjun is still struggling to use his right arm. It is weak and painful to use. Minjun would wince with every simple movement his right arm has to make.

“This rice is cooked much better than when I made it. Try it,” Eunwoo smiles as he offers Minjun the rice with his chopsticks. 

“This subject has his own.”

“But mine is better. Come on, try it.”

After accepting the rice, Eunwoo offers him some blanched bom namul, “I’ve never seen these before. Taste it for me and tell me if it’s good.”

“It tastes like bom namul,” Minjun answers after taking a bite.

“How about this fermented bom namul?” 

“They’re good too.”

“Try some rice again. Does the rice taste different now that you’ve eaten the spring greens?” 

Minjun takes a bite of rice from Eunwoo. Then before Eunwoo can offer some grilled eels, Minjun says, “This subject knows what Your Highness’s intentions are. However, this subject can eat by himself.”

“Okay,” Eunwoo pouts his lips and looks away to make Minjun feel guilty or pity him.