All My Firsts Are You (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
“Sigh…”
I froze completely, unable to utter a word at the sigh dropped into the empty air.
The boy in navy school uniform walked past me without a greeting—his expression perfectly matching that sigh—and slowly trudged upstairs.
Perhaps because the house was so old, I grew anxious watching his tall frame narrowly avoid brushing against the low ceiling. Unbothered by my worry, he skillfully ducked his head and disappeared into his room at the top of the second-floor stairs.
So this was the son the landlady mentioned, my age? She’d clearly said he was twenty. But wasn’t that school uniform he just wore?
That thought only lasted a moment, though—my drowsiness from a nap wouldn’t fade easily.
Leaning against the back of the sofa like a cat, I stretched out my arms and legs languidly. And just then—
“Sigh…”
I lifted my head at another sigh. The same boy was looking down at me with an utterly exasperated expression. He must’ve changed clothes quickly and hurried back downstairs.
I was searching for the right words to say when—
“Name.”
Without even meeting my eyes, he muttered just that single word, then pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and started gulping it down.
Caught off guard by his cool demeanor, I hesitated.
“What’s your name?”
He pulled the bottle away from his lips and immediately pressed me again. Slightly flustered, I answered shortly, watching him warily.
“Ha Ru.”
“Ha Ru?”
When I nodded to confirm he’d heard correctly, he shifted his gaze farther away and slowly repeated it under his breath.
His eyes were fixed on sunlight—now significantly lower than when I’d first arrived—squeezing through the windowless opening.
“Spring.”
“Huh?”
“It means ‘spring,’ right? Ha Ru… spring.”
Ah, spring. That’s right—“haru” means spring in Japanese.
Of course, the origin of my name, according to Dad, came from “How was your day today?”—“haru.” He’d said he chose it hoping I’d grow up understanding the happiness a single day can bring.
But now, attaching “spring” to “Ha Ru” made my name feel bright and pink, like blossoms.
Ha Ru is spring. Spring is Ha Ru.
Seemingly hot from the weather, he tossed the long-empty water bottle into the recycling bin beside the kitchen and headed straight for the front door, passing through the living room.
Now that I looked closely, his slightly wavy brown hair was damp with sweat, clumping in strands.
Just as he was about to brush past me without even glancing my way, I gathered a little courage and spoke.
“Name.”
My sudden question made his eyes widen momentarily.
“What?”
“What’s your name?”
He let out a short, amused laugh, as if caught off guard.
“Jun.”
“Jun?”
Instead of answering aloud, he gave the slightest nod.
Jun… Jun…
“You’re spring too.”
“What?”
“‘Jun’ means June in English, right? So you’re spring too—spring.”
“…June is summer.”
“It depends how you look at it.”
“…Either way.”
Apparently uninterested in my pointless wordplay, Jun pulled his gaze away from me and immediately headed toward the front door.
The rough sound of his slippers scraping against the tatami floor filled my ears.
Just as I was about to lower my head, wondering if I’d said something unnecessary, Jun turned to me.
“Food.”
He was asking if I was hungry—not checking on the food itself, right?
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“I am.”
“Then come on. Let’s go eat.”
Without even waiting for my reply, Jun had already walked toward the entrance.
I didn’t particularly feel like following him, but I couldn’t just stay sitting here either.
In this unfamiliar place where everything felt foreign, Jun—much as I hated to admit it—was the only person I could rely on right now.
Resigned, I stretched both arms out to the sides and pressed my palms against the sofa to push myself up—when Jun suddenly reappeared.
Not even looking at me, he headed straight upstairs, holding something familiar: none other than my large brown suitcase!
“Huh? No, it’s fine! I’ll carry it myself—it’s really heavy!”
“You absolutely can’t carry that up to the second floor.”
By the time he said this, Jun had already reached the second-floor doorway, so his voice drifting down to the living room carried a slight distance.
From afar, I heard the suitcase thud onto the floor.
Soon after, Jun came back down the narrow wooden stairs—barely wide enough for one person—carefully ducking to avoid hitting the low ceiling, his figure coming into view.
“You planning to live here for about a year?”
His slightly upturned, puppy-like eyes widened as he looked at me, and I got so distracted by that expression that I missed the meaning of his words.
“…Huh?”
“I’m just saying your luggage is crazy heavy. Come on, I’m hungry too.”
His gaze lingered on me for just a moment—without a trace of hesitation—before shifting straight to the front door, and he vanished through it almost instantly.
Feeling the smooth yet bumpy texture of the tatami under my feet with each step, I hurried a little toward the entrance where Jun had disappeared.
But the moment I reached the doorway, the corners of my mouth slowly lifted.
I couldn’t see Jun outside, but I could see four of his fingers tightly gripping the door.
Smiling softly, I slipped my foot through the gap he was holding. The rich scent of summer grass brushed past my nose.
Stepping past the front door, I pushed open the wooden gate beside the old fence—it creaked loudly each time—and stepped outside. The gate reached only about my waist.
I lifted my gaze from the ground and looked straight ahead.
Jun, who’d been walking ahead, must’ve noticed I wasn’t following—he’d stopped and turned sideways, watching me with an indifferent expression.
The slanting sunlight made his dark, slightly wavy brown hair shimmer even more brightly.
His puppy-like eyes and tightly closed, plump lips suited each other perfectly. His face looked like an adorable puppy’s, yet his height—easily over 185 cm—and broad shoulders created a strangely harmonious imbalance.
Remembering it’s rude to keep someone waiting upon first meeting, I quickened my pace toward him.
Only the rhythmic thud of our footsteps filled the air.
“…Since your surname is Kim, you’re Kim Jun, then?”
I tossed out a question I wasn’t particularly curious about.
“Don’t ask questions you’re not actually curious about. Are you the type who can’t stand quiet, awkward silences?”
I wasn’t naturally outgoing, so regretting my pointless question didn’t take long.
“…Not exactly. But, actually—I did have one thing I was curious about.”
It felt like a tiny lightbulb flickered above my head. Thankfully, I remembered that one question I’d kept ready.
“What you were wearing earlier—wasn’t that a school uniform?”
“Yeah, school uniform.”
“So earlier…”
“You’re asking why I was wearing a school uniform earlier?”
While I hesitated, recalling the scene in the living room, Jun anticipated my curiosity and neatly answered for me.
“I’ve been filming a movie in the role of a high school student.”
“A movie?”
“Yeah, so… like a club thing among students.”
“Oh… like a school club?”
“Calf?”
His pronunciation was nearly native-level, but since he was a Zainichi Korean born and raised in Japan, he seemed a bit unfamiliar with everyday Korean vocabulary.
If he’d known the word “school club,” he wouldn’t have misunderstood my question as “calf.”
Still, I shouldn’t laugh at Jun’s cheerful confusion over whether “calf” could possibly mean that.
“Yeah, something like that. So do you film movies just with others from the same club?”
“Yep. We make films together with people from the same club.”
He echoed my words, then looked down at me with clear eyes and a gentle smile—still appearing as pure as the schoolboy in that uniform he’d worn earlier.
“We started filming in spring, so there are parts we need to continue shooting.”
Jun’s faintly awkward smile still carried a fresh, lively energy—so much so I wondered if spring itself, not summer, lingered only around him.
He must really love making films.
“Oh, then… next time after wrapping, you could’ve just taken off your jacket and come home. It’s so hot out.”
It seemed like a perfectly reasonable thing to say—but when I looked up at Jun without thinking, I saw his face tinged with slight embarrassment.
I hadn’t asked anything inappropriate, right? My totally logical suggestion surely couldn’t have shocked him like that.
Soon, his embarrassment faded into a smooth, neutral expression, and he spoke.
“I didn’t know someone would be waiting here, sleeping comfortably like it’s their own home. This way—over there’s a dead end.”
Ah, so… he’d rushed back home on his bike without even changing clothes, worried I might be waiting?
Then I remembered how, right after coming home, Jun immediately chugged an entire bottle of water. His navy uniform buttoned all the way up to his throat, and the sigh he let out when he saw me.
Now that I thought about it, although Jun had spoken only blunt, curt words all day, not a single one had been without thought for me.
Pedaling frantically because he was worried about me, carrying my heavy suitcase without a word, asking first if I was hungry, holding the front door until I came out, and silently waiting without a single impatient remark as I walked slowly, looking around.
Every single act was from Jun—the same Jun now deliberately shortening his stride beside me to match my pace.
Now I realized: it was the warmth of a man with the kindest heart, carefully tempering his overflowing affection so those beside him wouldn’t feel overwhelmed.
That was why the words from his mouth always felt cool.
Maybe Jun truly was like spring—
the season closest to winter, yet in truth the warmest of all.
“Ha Ru noona… that one who resembles spring…”
Just as I was about to turn to stone, fixing a straight, stiff gaze at Hyun Su for echoing the very thought I’d just had—
“Huh?”
“Why are you so startled? You saw that commercial at the airport earlier—the one where someone hands over bottled flower tea saying, ‘For you, who resembles spring.’”
“Oh…”
For you, who resembles spring…
Yes, I’d seen it… but why bring up that exact phrase now, Kim Hyun Su, and make my heart plummet like this?
Of course, I couldn’t actually complain like that to Hyun Su. I let out a quiet sigh through my lips, unseen.
“I didn’t expect a Korean actor to film a commercial in Korean overseas. Noona, see over there? Looks like they sell it in that vending machine up ahead too—should I buy a few? Wow, even Kim Kang Hoon’s face is on it—they must really be popular here.”
I gently shifted my gaze leftward from Hyun Su. The sight of slate-roofed houses dotting the plains beside this mountain village road felt unfamiliar. The vending machine Hyun Su mentioned stood just a few meters ahead, upright like a utility pole.
True to his word, Hyun Su pulled over onto the plain, told me to wait a moment, and dashed toward the vending machine.
As I watched him and leaned back in my seat, a sharp gaze landed on my cheek.
“I know why you flinched just now—at the words ‘resembles spring.’”
Unconsciously, I bit my inner lip.
Even though my window was firmly closed, I felt a chill sink deep into my chest.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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