Jaeho Lee. A man you can never defeat.
Because of Dajeong’s subtly changed attitude, I endured internal distress all along, but I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I rushed here. Even if he came unexpectedly, I hoped for the same awkward welcoming as yesterday, just like the way he did when he saw me yesterday.
Jaeho Lee.
Fire ignited within me. Kyungjun wiped his face with his hand.
“Okay. I get it. Yoon Dajeong.”
I should have tried something earlier.
“You. Can you really break up?”
Dajeong gave a disappointed smile.
“Yeah.”
“But what’s with that expression?”
“Just.”
“If that’s the case, why did you start?”
“Because I liked it.”
“If you like it, why break up?”
“He has his own world… It was just a brief curiosity, and now it’s over.”
Dajeong bit her lip slightly. Although it was clear that she was hiding something, Kyungjun’s mind was not in a state to ask about it. Kyungjun grabbed Dajeong’s shoulders.
“Ask again. Can you really break up?”
His voice became sharper.
Whether Yoon Dajeong and Jaeho Lee had feelings for each other or whatever determination Yoon Dajeong had made to break up, it didn’t matter. Kyungjun only heard the words that Dajeong was breaking up.
Yeah. Break up. Yoon Dajeong. Please. Please. I’m not curious about your feelings or anything.
Break up.
“Yeah. Okay. Let’s break up. That’s what I’ll do.”
Dajeong’s pupils shrank, but Kyungjun was just relieved.
“Yeah.”
What is this? I feel a little better.
“You thought well.”
“…”
“Jaeho Lee! Hey. What a ridiculous thing. Anyway, if we go to Seoul, we won’t be able to meet because we’ll be busy. I heard that it’s difficult for ordinary people to date celebrities. There’s a reason why celebrities marry each other, right? Their mindset is different from ours. In the end, you’re the only one who will get hurt. So my point is, you really thought well…”
“Kyungjun.”
Dajeong raised her heavy eyelids.
“I understand.”
“…”
“You can stop now.”
Kyungjun stared at Dajeong for a long time. She looked quite pretty. Why are the eyes so big even though everything else is small? That man must have looked at her with those eyes, full of love and trust.
Letting go of Dajeong’s shoulders, he sighed like a beast.
“Dajeong-ah. To Jaeho Lee, not as a celebrity…”
Please, not that much.
“Did you give everything? Your heart?”
Dajeong faintly smiled.
“No.”
A voice like the wind.
“I’ve never given.”
“…”
“I don’t have a memory of giving, but he just took everything away. So…”
“…”
“There’s nothing left. Like my heart.”
“…”
“All of it became his.”
“…”
“Isn’t it funny?”
Dajeong lifted the corners of her mouth and smiled. Kyungjun couldn’t follow suit.
The man who was eagerly waiting in front of the entrance stared at the two who came out after the conversation ended.
“Is the talk over? It took a while.”
It was barely 30 minutes. Dajeong briefly thought that Jaeho, who was always laid-back, seemed to be overly sensitive to Kyungjun’s affairs.
“Yes. It’s over.”
“Mr. Lee Kyungjun.”
The man opened his mouth.
“Take your own car there. Dajeong has another car.”
“I came by car, so I can’t take both.”
It was the first greeting between the two men. There were no formalities or greetings, but it seemed that it was enough for both.
“Then, give me the address. I’ll have it delivered to your doorstep today.”
“Dajeong has a lot of luggage, so with my car…”
“No. Yoon Dajeong has a car.”
Jaeho said a bit irritably. When Kyungjun tried to ask more, Dajeong subtly grabbed the hem of his clothes and nodded towards herself.
The conversation they had earlier came to mind.
“Kyungjun, help us end it quietly.”
Kyungjun took a step back.
“…Dajeong knows the address.”
“I’ll send the car. And Yoon Dajeong, let go of that hand. The hand holding the man’s clothes.”
Jaeho pointed to Kyungjun’s hand holding Dajeong’s clothes, and raised his eyebrows. With his other hand, he naturally took Dajeong’s hand and pulled her towards him.
“Goodbye. Your friend.”
Three large suitcases were neatly packed. It was easier on the last day since I had been organizing little by little.
Tomorrow was the day I would leave this place.
It felt like a very long month and yet, it seemed like a momentary moment. And regardless of the length of that time, it was a month that left a very deep mark on Dajeong’s heart.
I arrived at the beginning of autumn and surpassed its peak. It was the first time I had lived fully feeling the seasons day by day. I saw how slowly the autumn leaves turned red and experienced that the sound of stepping on fallen leaves was different for each leaf.
Autumn. A season beautifully dying. Nice to meet you.
Winter would come soon.
I glanced at the fireplace. It would warm the whole house, but I never got to try it and had to leave.
It was time to say goodbye to him.
I had endured well until the end, so now, smile beautifully and say goodbye. Only the greeting remained.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
