I turned on the mini fan on my desk. Trying to hold back the tears only made my eyes swell and turn red. I fanned myself in front of it, trying to cool the heat in my eyes. It didn’t make my heart feel any lighter. The sigh I unknowingly let out seemed to return to me with the breeze of the fan.
That’s when it happened.
“Writer Lee!”
Amid the whirring sound of the fan, the bright voice of Mijung, our team’s junior intern, calling for me was heard. Mijung was introverted but diligent in her work and had a lot of consideration. I turned off the fan and looked in the direction of the sound, forcing a smile.
“Yes, what is it?”
I blinked a few times to check if the swelling in my eyes had subsided. The heaviness of my eyelids was still palpable. Then I noticed Mijung hesitating, pulling back as she approached me, startled by my appearance. I squinted and smiled, trying to look alright, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. Mijung, bless her, forced a smile, though it didn’t look natural.
Her eyes were full of questions. What’s going on with you?
“Um, well… I just came up in the elevator, and I ran into Director Kang going down the stairs. He told me to tell Writer Lee to head home right now.”
“Director Kang?”
A flurry of thoughts crossed my mind – is this how they do layoffs these days, was I being fired for oversleeping? – when Mijung quickly added more information, sensing my expression.
“Director Kim Jun said you and he need to rework the script from the beginning. Since the schedule is tight, he said to send you home right now.”
Mijung spoke matter-of-factly, but I couldn’t take it lightly.
Rework the script from the beginning? I hadn’t heard anything like this from Jun before…
The suddenness of hearing such news from someone else, instead of directly from him, frankly left me feeling quite hurt and upset.
I felt I understood the meaning behind Jun’s furrowed brow earlier. But still…
“Where to?”
Seizing the moment of my distraction, Hyunsoo, who had been eavesdropping, asked Mijung the question I should have asked.
“Director Kim Jun is waiting for you on the first floor. You should go now. Director Kang seemed quite urgent…”
“Ah… Okay. I’ll go right now.”
Though reluctant, I got up quickly. I wasn’t the kind to indulge in preferences over duty. As I hurried, I was still concerned about my colleagues, Hyunsoo and Jeongeun.
“Go ahead. You won’t be productive sitting here anyway. Since something urgent came up, leave tidily.”
Jeongeun coolly encouraged my early departure, as if she had been waiting for this.
“Writer Lee, I’ve been working on the list of good summer travel spots. Don’t worry and just go.”
Hyunsoo also hastened me to leave without looking back, having completed the tasks assigned to me.
“Writer Lee, a company employee walks straight out the door without looking back. There’s absolutely no lingering,” he said, adding a piece of wisdom like it was a kind gesture. Knowing Hyunsoo’s caring nature hidden behind his words, I nodded lightly.
On my way to meet Jun, I mechanically moved my feet forward, but with every step, a heavy weight seemed to transfer from my ankles upward. Perhaps I was unconsciously applying force with each step.
Maybe the weight of the heart transfers to the ankles. That’s why on days when the heart is heavy, every step feels like walking with sandbags.
Jun’s face from our brief encounter earlier flashed in my mind. He looked quite displeased.
My script must have been a complete mess, needing a complete overhaul… Sigh, what to do now…
I walked slowly, narrowing the distance between each step. Despite the reluctance, the heavy steps inevitably moved forward. Before I knew it, the ground floor entrance came into view.
Through the clear glass door, Jun’s figure shone translucently. Bathed in sunlight, he resembled a star.
Even in this situation, I was embarrassed by the fluttering in my heart caused by his radiance. I quickly exhaled the breath I had been holding and blinked heavily.
Taking responsibility for the script, I resolved to face the situation head-on. I straightened my back and walked toward Jun.
Jun seemed uncomfortable with his face being recognized. During the day, he would turn his body in the opposite direction whenever people passed by, pretending not to be Kim Jun.
I approached Jun, who was standing with his back to me.
“Director, you were looking for me urgently.”
I spoke a bit sarcastically, maintaining decorum since he was a director. Of course, I was also feeling hurt and upset.
Sensing the chilly atmosphere, Jun’s smile briefly faltered, visible to me. His eyes rolled up to the right before returning to their original position.
“Right. Let’s get in the car, Writer Lee.”
Jun’s lips curled softly, as if he could somehow make up for my discomfort. But I didn’t feel like smiling back at him or making conversation. I just got into the car.
Seated in the driver’s seat, Jun calmly called my name. I didn’t respond, and he jokingly commented on the silence. My lack of response left only silence in return.
The car started moving quietly. As Jun turned the steering wheel to the right and looked out the window, he whispered.
“Are you angry?”
Jun began to gauge my mood, subtly trying to probe without asking directly.
If Jun, an expert in this field, thought my script was that bad, then obviously it was my fault.
In the midst of a tight schedule, the fact that Jun offered to help revise the script personally was something I should be grateful for, before even considering his responsibility as the chief director.
As someone who earns a living through writing, it was somewhat embarrassing, but it was true that Jun had to make an effort because of me. I should be more grateful for his willingness to bear that burden.
However, I felt a lingering disappointment that he hadn’t spoken to me directly about it, making me feel like he was trying to maintain a professional distance.
“I’m not angry,” I finally said in a barely audible voice, after the landscape outside the window had changed several times.
At that moment, I heard Jun chuckle.
“You are angry.”
I had clearly stated I wasn’t angry, yet reflexively, I scowled at Jun.
“You’re finally looking at me.”
A faint laughter followed, as if he had succeeded in his plan. Jun then turned his head slightly towards me. I couldn’t avert my gaze in time and our eyes met.
Suddenly, the smile in Jun’s eyes tightened. The tension around his eyes transmitted to me.
“Why are your eyes like that?”
I realized then, my eyes must be red from roughly wiping away tears. I hadn’t thought about my appearance, too focused on Jun’s expression.
“They’re my eyes. Don’t worry about it.”
“Did you cry?”
“…I didn’t cry.”
“You did, why?”
Despite my denial, Jun seemed to read the real meaning behind my voice.
“I said I didn’t cry. Please, don’t ask about it. It’s really uncomfortable to be questioned and prodded about such personal matters.”
Words I didn’t mean slipped out too quickly. A long silence followed. Jun sighed briefly and then spoke.
“Leave out the lies. Tell me again.”
His voice, heavy with disappointment, echoed in my heart, but my lips remained sealed.
“…”
“Today, you haven’t said a single thing to me that wasn’t a lie. You’re angry with me. Your eyes show you’ve been crying. You keep saying you don’t want me to worry, yet you make it impossible for me not to.”
I couldn’t tell him the whole truth.
Perhaps you can’t even imagine it.
The reason I’m sitting here, looking upset like a child throwing a tantrum, my eyes red from tears in the middle of the workplace.
It’s all because of you, Kim Jun.
That you are the reason for all of it.
“If you’re thinking that I suddenly called you out under the pretext of the script being full of issues, that I wanted to start from scratch just to upset you…”
The way you spoke, as if you had seen right through my heart, felt like a sharp poke to my chest.
“I don’t know what you might think, but…”
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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