“Ah, full of regrets.”
Standing in front of the entrance, unable to let go of each other’s hands, lingering in the reluctance to part, Jun suddenly spoke such words.
Leaning his neck back, as if wondering what was so regrettable. With Jun’s statement lacking a clear subject, I tilted my head in confusion and asked, “Regret? What’s so regrettable?”
“To embrace all the misunderstandings, hardships, and times of trial of my nine years at once. I should have kissed at least once. Ah, truly full of regrets.”
Jun let his head hang down for a moment, then slowly glanced at my expression. Perhaps reading my dumbfounded expression at that moment, Jun’s eyes formed a curve.
“It was a joke.”
Looking at Jun’s mischievous eyes, I was about to just pass it off as a joke, but Jun chuckled and added unnecessarily, “Just about half-joking.”
My eyes, looking up at Jun, felt a bit strained. Smiling widely while looking down at me, Jun said, “Now, go in. It’s too late. Don’t stay up late sticking your head and nose into the monitor again tomorrow.”
“Well, who’s suddenly going to pop up and wake me up so that I won’t break it? You’ll support my head and tell me to sleep well, right?”
“Do you think I’m an employee of your broadcasting station?”
“No. Well, if I have to say, maybe like an honorary employee?”
“It’s fortunate that you have some honor.”
Jun threw a dissatisfied remark, looking into the distance. Still, I was happy just watching Jun’s side profile. So, I didn’t add anything more. Despite the temperature of the words, Jun’s flushed cheeks and lips, which rose beautifully, seemed to convey that even the less affectionate words were, in fact, love.
“But it feels a bit strange.”
“Huh?”
“No. When you were staying at our house in Japan for a day, there was no need to take you and part ways since we were in the same house. Naturally, we woke up and slept together. Stayed together.”
“Ah…”
Sudden words from Jun made me quickly recall the dream-like times we spent together for a month in the same house. While thinking, ‘Oh, right,’ Jun chuckled, and looking down at me, he smiled broadly.
“But it feels weird to go back alone; my feet won’t move.”
Saying that, he lightly touched my cheek.
“Now I really have to go. I ran here in a rush because of an urgent email; even if I leave right now, it might be hard to handle.”
“Urgent email?”
“Yeah, an urgent email. The confession email you sent me today.”
“C-confe… confession.”
I felt my face burning up. I turned my head to the side, trying to hide my surprised expression. Trying to hide my embarrassment only made my flustered appearance more noticeable.
“Well, you did cancel once.”
“Why are you like this? Always teasing me…”
“You act like this, so I keep teasing you.”
Jun pressed on my thin, trembling eyelids with his fingers, making them round. Continuously wearing such a look with those eyes seemed to provoke something, and Jun smiled faintly.
“Now, I really should go. Secretary Yoon might be coming to kill me at this very moment.”
Though he said that, Jun’s face, as he washed up with a dry towel, was shrouded in an accumulated and thick fatigue, like a curtain.
Feeling sorry, I spoke while trying to suppress the desire to caress Jun’s cheek.
“Yeah. Jun, you must be busy lately. Thanks for coming. I…”
Unable to continue after the ellipsis, I hesitated, unknowingly avoiding Jun’s gaze. Jun wouldn’t just let such an opportunity to pass. He deliberately bent his upper body, starting to glance around my face.
“Huh? Me? What?”
The persistence to hear the next words was clearly visible in Jun’s eyes. In the end, the words I originally wanted to say were pushed back one step.
“…I, I’m really happy to see you like this today.”
“Pfft, what am I saying again. Sure.”
Jun casually raised his upper body, lightly tousling my hair.
“Me too.”
The answer, gently shaking the night air, was warm.
“Yeah, me too.”
“Sure, me too.”
You too. And me too. The sentiment that this blissful night would be unforgettable was encapsulated in just one word, “me too.”
“Now, let’s go inside. Oh, when I say I’ll go in with you, I mean I’ll take you back.”
Nodding lightly while listening to Jun’s unnecessary added sentences, I felt reassured. Jun, without worry, interlocked our hands and was about to step towards the entrance.
But I still had something unsaid to Jun.
I felt it shouldn’t be delayed any longer. Summoning courage, I pulled Jun’s hand, giving strength to it. Jun’s gaze, about to take a step forward while looking ahead, slid back towards me as our hands met.
“Uh, over there…”
Staring at Jun’s eyes that enlarged as if asking what was wrong, I immediately lowered my head.
“I, haven’t said what I really wanted to say.”
I felt Jun’s gaze on my forehead. Placing my hand on my still uneasy chest, I spoke.
It seemed like it had to be now.
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Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
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