The taxi stopped in front of a building with glittering black marble intermixed with gray. Surrounded by office buildings and residential complexes, the street was quiet and less frequented.
“A friendly director’s private studio; he’s given me permission to use the unused space while I’m in Korea. We can’t exactly spread the screenplay out in a café for everyone to see, considering it’s not even close to being filmed yet.”
My anxious feelings must have been apparent just from my glances because Jun smoothly answered questions I hadn’t even asked.
“I’m telling you in advance, I have no bad intentions. Don’t look at me with those uneasy eyes.”
“I… wasn’t thinking that.”
“Really? You’ve been giving me that look since we walked in. All nervous.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You always act like you don’t even see me as a man.”
I felt a surge of irritation and looked up at Jun. Despite his seemingly nonchalant demeanor, he avoided my gaze with a smirk.
This wasn’t a good start for our screenplay collaboration. I tried to change the subject with an obvious question.
“So, you’ll be staying at a hotel while you’re in Korea?”
“Don’t bother asking questions you’re not interested in. Let’s go inside.”
My attempt at a casual conversation only deepened the awkwardness.
Jun gestured towards the heavy front door, signaling me to enter first. We crossed the ivory marble lobby and got into the elevator.
Jun pressed the button for our floor and leaned back. His eyelids drooped, still heavy from his brief nap in the taxi.
I couldn’t help but watch him.
Kim Jun. Why are you so determined to take on this project? Were you that doubtful of my sincerity? Did you really want to know that badly? If it’s this hard, why bother at all?
Just say it’s too much for your schedule. Just let it all out on me, get angry, and be done with it. Why, Jun, why…
“We’re almost there.”
“Uh?”
Jun, still with closed eyes, replied without looking at me and took a step back as the elevator reached our floor. He glanced at me briefly before standing up.
“If you want to keep looking at my face, we can spend more time inside.”
“It’s not like that.”
“What if it was?”
Without another word, Jun’s bitter smile quickly vanished. He then spoke abruptly.
“Let’s get off. Unless you’re planning to run away.”
I followed Jun as he turned away, swallowing a light sigh. His constant implications of me running away or not seeing him as a man were becoming painful.
Hesitating at the first door we encountered, Jun, who had been waiting for me, briefly spoke and led me to the very end of the corridor.
Our footsteps alternated crisply along the hallway. Reaching the door at the end, Jun swiped his card, and the door unlocked with a click.
“Go in, you first.”
As I looked up, I found myself unexpectedly close to Jun’s face. He playfully suggested that if I wanted to talk in the hallway instead of going inside, that was fine too.
Instead of responding, I walked past Jun into the room filled with the deepening hues of the sunset through its glass walls.
Most spaces I glimpsed while walking along the corridor seemed to be used as meeting rooms.
This space was different. It resembled a cozy corner of a café, with a wooden four-person table and one plush single-seater sofa on each side. It felt like renting a small two-person café. The sofas were sky blue and pink.
I moved awkwardly towards the sky blue sofa and leaned into it. Jun, who had followed after a moment’s delay, walked between the opposite table and sofa, and sat down.
Sitting down made us automatically face each other. Jun’s gaze kept stinging my heart, making me feel awkward and uneasy.
“It’s not that I’m not anxious.”
After Jun’s blunt remark, silence ensued.
I couldn’t find the courage to break the silence. Any conversation we might have would inevitably delve into our painful past if it strayed even slightly from the screenplay work. The memory of our conversation in Japan already stole the courage to speak first.
“You really don’t want to see me, do you?”
So, it wasn’t unreasonable for Jun to start this way. Just his look touching me filled me with fear of being overwhelmed by difficult emotions.
“It’s not that.”
“Your words and actions are so different. Even as you say that, you don’t look at me once.”
“I’ll look when I want to.”
“Still avoiding when confronted directly.”
I felt slightly wronged. I had agreed to work on the screenplay together, ran out in a hurry to meet him, fearing I might leave him hanging. Didn’t I at least have the right to look at him on my terms?
No, more than that, it was my own desire to take a good look at him.
Slowly lifting my head, which had been tilted down, I finally filled my eyes with him. He didn’t avoid my gaze, so we quietly faced each other, receiving each other’s looks.
It felt like time had stopped. Neither of us averted our gaze nor spoke, trapping each other in a leisurely stillness.
Then, I noticed Jun’s eyes reddening slightly. My surprise was evident as my eyes widened, prompting Jun to drop his gaze diagonally downward.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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