All My Firsts Are You (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
“I didn’t flinch or anything, though…”
I tried to deflect, deliberately avoiding Jung Eun’s gaze.
“But when you’ve already done something so blatantly, denying it won’t magically make it untrue. So why bother with a lie that clearly won’t work?”
All I got in return was a blunt reprimand.
“…Your name. You said it means ‘spring’ here, right? You told me that on the day we were supposed to meet that person for the first time.”
Did I really say that?
Maybe it was one of those things I’d let slip to Jung Eun—whenever thoughts of Jun kept surfacing, making my chest feel like it might burst.
“Also, that I miss him so much right now.”
“What?”
Just one short, unexpected sentence, and I’m already shaken this easily.
“It’s not like I cursed or anything—why jump like that? I’m not saying you actually voiced those words. But your eyes are saying it right now. And that expression you’ve been wearing since earlier, staring out the window like that—‘I miss him, but I can’t.’ ‘But I still miss him.’ ‘No, I really can’t.’”
“No, I didn’t feel like that…”
“Fine. Let’s say you didn’t. But even if you did, it’s okay. Those memories belong solely to you. And since you were part of creating them with him, your share in those memories is substantial.”
Jung Eun stretched out both legs, exhaling the fatigue from her hunched posture. Yet even as I watched her, the weight in my heart didn’t lift so easily.
“Besides, you said that even while you were doing your homestay there, the house was already listed for sale, right? You weren’t going to meet again anyway—so what’s wrong with briefly missing him? People from memories always seem more precious and make you miss them even more, somehow.”
Jung Eun must’ve said that for my sake, seeing how my spirits kept sinking.
But the moment she uttered that line—“Jun is just someone from your memories”—my chest tightened sharply.
That was when it happened.
“I brought back some limited-edition summer floral tea with Kim Kang Hoon’s face on it. Considering it came all the way from overseas, if we sold it in front of the broadcast station at three times—no, five or six times—the price, it’d sell out instantly! Wait, maybe we should just clean out every vending machine we see.”
Hyun Su flung open the driver’s door and, with just a glance, started shoving an uncountable number of PET bottles into the glove compartment. When it became clear the space wouldn’t hold them all, he dumped the rest onto the passenger seat with a clatter.
“Here, I’ll be generous—Ha Ru noona and Jung Eun noona each get one.”
I absentmindedly took the bottle he handed me. Stuck prominently on it was a photo of actor Kim Kang Hoon, grinning widely with his lips stretched in a straight line, against a backdrop of fluttering cherry blossoms.
The coldness seeping into my palm gave my dampened spirit just enough shape to feel real again.
“I get your sudden, desperate ambition to become a traveling peddler. But you won’t even get past the broadcast station entrance—security’ll catch you the second you lay out your stall and kick you out in an instant. And just like that, our sweet, cherished relationship as fellow writers is over.”
Despite saying something so chilling, Jung Eun nonchalantly opened her bottle and took a refreshing sip of the floral tea, leaving me momentarily speechless.
“Did Jung Eun noona just say ‘sweet, cherished relationship’ between fellow writers? Did I hear wrong? There’s no way she actually said that.”
From the back seat, I saw Hyun Su tilt his head in confusion too. Their playful bickering made my previously sinking heart buoyantly float back up again.
“Oh right—Ha Ru noona, you said ‘Ha Ru’ means ‘spring’ here, right?”
But just as my spirits began to lift slightly, they plummeted again instantly, as if tripping and tumbling downward.
“…Did I tell you that too?”
“You sound like you’re implying, ‘There’s no way I’d be the one to tell you.’—Noona.”
“No, it’s not that tone… Well, actually, yeah, you’re right.”
“Ugh, seriously, you two are so honest it’s exhausting. And for the record, you didn’t tell me directly—it’s just that Jung Eun noona’s voice carried so clearly through the open window. I wasn’t even far away; I was just standing right by the vending machine, and your words floated over on the wind.”
After finishing that sentence, Hyun Su shrugged his shoulders and chuckled, but my own shoulders remained still—unwilling to match his rhythm.
“Does ‘Hyun Su’ mean anything else here?”
“If Ha Ru knew that, we wouldn’t have needed to struggle so hard with broken English and frantic gestures just to rent a car on our way here.”
“Ah… correct answer.”
I shot a sidelong glance at Hyun Su and Jung Eun, then drooped my shoulders and turned my gaze out the window. The calm sea came into view.
Suddenly, despite my unsettled heart tossing like waves, I wanted to thank the sea on the other side for flowing so peacefully.
“But Ha Ru—what was it about that guy that you liked so much? I know your whole dating history, and your longest relationship so far was what—three months? Seriously, I’ve never seen anyone so lacking in enthusiasm during the sweetest, earliest phase of a relationship. Bet he doesn’t even remember the names of the guys she dated.”
I was about to say that last part was too harsh—but then I realized I myself couldn’t clearly recall the names of those three guys.
Right. I guess I was being a bit too harsh.
“Really, noona? Wow, what kind of person could he have been? Either incredibly handsome or absurdly good-looking—must’ve been one of those two.”
He *was* handsome—but that wasn’t why I liked him. Anyway, even if I explained, they wouldn’t believe me anyway.
Instead of answering, I just turned my head toward the window. The breeze slipping through the slightly open gap felt refreshingly cool.
“Ugh, but seriously—this mountain road shows no sign of straightening out. Hyun Su, is it the same ahead?”
“I haven’t seen it not like this for the past hour. Maybe all roads in this world are naturally curved?”
His sarcastic tone dripped with irritation.
“So that explains why the vending machines are packed with Kim Kang Hoon’s smiling face on floral tea—someone must’ve placed them there to soothe irritated folks like us.”
For some reason, at Hyun Su’s words, I glanced again at Kim Kang Hoon’s photo on the label wrapped around my tea bottle. It didn’t seem like a very plausible explanation.
Because even in that moment, I found myself picturing Jun’s face superimposed over Kim Kang Hoon’s.
“Jung Eun noona, I think we really messed up the title of our rebranding proposal from the start. It shouldn’t have been ‘Where Is Your First Love?’—it should’ve been ‘Your First Love Is Probably Doing Just Fine (feat. No Need to Go Looking).’”
Why does the conversation keep drifting this way again?
I wanted to shout right then and there that those were my exact thoughts—but instead, I just clenched my lips tightly and shot Hyun Su a glare.
“No, the real problem was choosing ‘first love’ as the keyword for the proposal in the first place.”
The words rose in my throat—“Wasn’t it you, Jung Eun, who secretly slipped in my own story after the proposal got approved?”—but I swallowed them hard.
“No, the real problem was Ha Ru noona falling for her first love in some remote mountain village so hard to reach by car.”
Their banter, tossing my first love around like a ball, made me exhale the breath I’d just taken in as a sigh. My tightly sealed lips parted in an instant.
“It’s this winding road’s fault—not my first love’s! If you’re going to blame anything, blame the fact that I became a broadcast writer in the first place!”
I’d meant it as a genuinely hurt remark—
“So it really started going wrong from that point, huh?”
Hyun Su’s tone hovered between playful and serious, and even from behind, I could see his cheek puff up with a suppressed grin.
“I’ve only been the youngest writer here for about a year, sure—but I thought we’d been through thick and thin together, the three of us, and built some real bond. Yet now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever properly heard Ha Ru noona talk about her boyfriends.”
I pursed my lips, hesitating—about to offer the usual empty line like, “I dated like everyone else, nothing special to say”—but Hyun Su didn’t give me the chance, continuing right away.
“Back when this proposal idea came up, you didn’t say much either, so I figured your first love memories must not be that great. I mean, first love memories rarely turn out sweet—so I just brushed it off, thinking that must be the case.”
My gaze shifted sideways then, drawn by Jung Eun’s suddenly subdued voice.
“Then why bring it up again if you’d already moved past it? Sometimes, a love is so painfully beautiful that, even after it’s over, every time you pull it out to look at alone, it feels bittersweet and sad.”
“So… are we currently on our way to find that kind of bittersweet, sad first love?”
At Hyun Su’s genuinely clueless response, Jung Eun and I simultaneously fell silent for a moment.
After letting his repeated “Why aren’t you answering?” wash over my ears a few times, Jung Eun finally spoke, her words heavy.
“It’s just—earlier, when Ha Ru asked why she became a broadcast writer… No, I’m not saying she shouldn’t have become one.”
Seeing my lips begin to pout, Jung Eun quickly added something that sounded like an excuse, then resumed steering the conversation.
“Of course, I knew you’d wanted to be a broadcast writer since high school. You said there were plenty of careers out there, so you’d take your time deciding. Back then, I just thought it was because you were naturally introverted and indecisive. But recently, it hit me…”
My reaction was immediate. My sensitive heart had already started racing with anticipation.
“You stopped saying that after you came back from your language study in Japan. Actually, you barely spoke much at all for a while. The atmosphere around you changed in a strange way—I really wondered what you could’ve heard or where that shift came from.”
In my mind, I was already recalling that conversation with Jun in the living room, wrapped in the quiet of night.
Back then, at twenty, I hadn’t known that love takes bigger strides than expected—that it arrives before your heart is ready.
Ah, I’m so thirsty.
Barely lifting my eyelids against sleepiness, I saw the dark night outside seeping through the window gap.
I was staying in a small room on the second floor. Too lazy to go all the way down to the kitchen on the first floor, I lay still trying to fall back asleep—but my thirst wouldn’t fade.
Feeling as if sleep clung to my eyebrows, I finally got up. The unfamiliar layout and darkness made me tread carefully down the low-ceilinged staircase on the second floor.
Step by step, I descended, feeling the cool wood beneath my feet and the lowering stair edges with my toes.
“Ah!”
About halfway down the wooden stairs, the sole of my foot caught on a split at the right corner. Startled, my left foot slipped off the bottom step, and I began falling straight down—
“Haa… you scared me.”
Jun’s voice brushed past my ear.
Though I’d clearly fallen, my feet never touched the ground.
The irregular, rapid thumping I felt where my chest met his—his or mine?—I couldn’t tell.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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