All My Firsts Are You (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
I nestled in Jun’s embrace—firmer and warmer than I’d expected—as if time had frozen for a fleeting moment. Bewildered by the sudden situation, I could only blink blankly until I gradually returned to my senses.
“Oh, sorry. I tripped.”
“You don’t need to apologize to me. Are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah… Um, could you put me down now?”
“Oh, right.”
Only then did Jun lower me gently until my feet touched the floor. But—
“Ah!”
The instant my right foot met the ground, a sharp sting shot through my sole—exactly where the jagged edge of the wooden stair had pierced it earlier. Just as my legs gave out and I started to sink down, I was lifted lightly once more.
“This won’t do. I think you’ve hurt your foot. Let me carry you.”
“…Huh?”
In that moment, Jun effortlessly scooped me up, supporting my waist and the backs of my knees, and began walking toward the living room. The soft glow from the standing lamp on the table—apparently left on from when he’d been spending time there earlier—cast just enough light to warmly illuminate the space without overwhelming it.
It felt like a small, cozy moon hung right above the living room, its round, gentle light lingering softly. Into that tranquil space Jun carried me, and with tender care, he set me down onto the beige sofa.
He immediately knelt down to examine my foot but hesitated midway, as if briefly checking my reaction.
“It looks hurt. I just want to take a look at the wound.”
He seemed to be asking permission first, careful not to make me uncomfortable.
“Oh, yeah… No, I’ll handle it myself. I’ve got some medicine in my bag.”
“But your room’s upstairs, right?”
My gaze followed his words upward to the long, tiered wooden staircase stretching before us.
With this foot, I’d probably have to crawl up using both hands and knees. Just imagining it made my head spin, leaving me dazed—until Jun’s faint chuckle gently rippled through the still air.
“I’m not going to make you crawl up by yourself. Just wait a sec.”
He stood up and went to the tea cabinet in the corner of the living room, rummaging through a drawer before returning with a small first-aid kit and sitting beside me. He placed my leg across his thigh and carefully began disinfecting the wound.
“Does it hurt?”
“Hmm…”
“You’re giving me that look like, ‘Of course it hurts—why even ask?’”
His words made me forget the pain as I giggled softly, shoulders shaking. Right behind my laughter came Jun’s low chuckle, trailing like a train.
I thought his quiet laughter blended perfectly with the hushed stillness of this night.
When applying ointment near the deep cut on my foot, he even furrowed his brow as if feeling my pain himself—unaware that his casual kindness was making my heart flutter.
While Jun finished disinfecting and was applying a bandage, my eyes caught the camera sitting on the table.
“Hey… that…”
“Not ‘that’—it’s Jun.”
He kept his eyes fixed on my foot, still focused on securing the tape, and replied absentmindedly.
“Yeah, Jun-ah.”
“Yeah?”
“Are you an actor by any chance? Or maybe a film director?”
“Which do you think I am?”
Just then, he neatly taped down a square bandage on my sole so it wouldn’t shift. After finishing, Jun looked up and met my eyes.
“…Probably an actor?”
Without answering, Jun gave a few small, silent nods—his expression unreadable yet somehow confirming.
“Am I right?”
“No.”
“…”
“Everyone always says I’m an actor when I ask that, so I’ve actually been seriously considering switching careers.”
He picked up the camera from the table with practiced ease, gently turning the lens toward me as he continued.
“But no matter how I think about it, I always feel I have more things I want to capture than be captured.”
The smile on Jun’s face as he spoke seemed layered with as many emotions as a rainbow—solemn yet touching, firm yet infinitely gentle.
It felt as though that faint smile held all the deep feelings he carried for his dream of becoming a film director.
Jun lifted the corners of his lips a little higher, widening the smile he’d just recalled, then set the camera back down on the table and asked me,
“What about you—do you have a dream?”
Most people would’ve asked what my dream was—but Jun offered the question gently, as if acknowledging someone might or might not have one.
That tiny difference might have loosened the tight knot around my guarded heart, which usually refused to open no matter how hard I pushed with both hands.
“…It feels a bit distant to call it a dream, but I’d like to try becoming a broadcast writer.”
“What makes you feel that distance?”
“Well… I’m not really sure myself, but I imagine broadcast writers have to be really outgoing—able to warmly approach guests without shyness… But I’m super introverted. I always hesitate unnecessarily, carefully choosing my words whether I’m starting or responding to a conversation. So I often wonder if maybe I’m chasing something unrealistic.”
The lamp’s glow brightly lit both our faces, yet its softness—unlike daylight—conveniently masked the blush of embarrassment rising on my cheeks.
I thought the warmth in Jun’s gaze matched perfectly with the gentle lamplight filling the room. Maybe that’s why I found myself saying things I normally wouldn’t.
Instead of replying right away, Jun simply stared at me for a moment. When his heavy lips finally parted, it was a beat late.
“Then maybe you should think of it the opposite way.”
“The opposite?”
“Yeah. Precisely because you’re introverted, you likely sense the textures of others’ hearts during the moments when others would just fill the silence with chatter. You take time to understand their feelings, preparing gently before approaching them.”
My heart began to race. I unconsciously drew in a breath—as if inhaling the quiet of the night might calm the fluttering inside my chest.
“So when you hesitate before speaking or become cautious, it’s because of that. Honestly, I’d really want to watch a show written by a writer like you. Guests would probably feel safe enough to reveal their deeper truths—because they’d have seen your sincerity as the writer.”
In that moment, I had a sudden intuition.
Jun’s thoughtful gaze—carefully tracking my changing expressions despite his calm tone—the humid air wrapping around us, the distant, faint chirping of insects—it all made me certain:
I’d never forget this moment, this scene that filled the present so completely.
“I’ve never really thought of it that way before.”
“Maybe because you’ve always seen your introversion as a weakness.”
His offhand remark, spoken as if it were nothing, weighed heavily on me—but I didn’t mind that weight. Because it carried the warmth of sincerity from deep within his heart.
“Oh, I’ve got something I’m curious about too.”
Jun shifted his gaze from the garden back to me and gave a light nod.
“You mentioned earlier that you’re filming a movie in school uniform. is it okay if I ask what it’s about? Oh—but you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”
I waved my palm side to side to show I wouldn’t push him if he wasn’t comfortable. Jun suddenly burst into laughter and ducked his head.
“Ah, sorry. You’re the first person who’s ever asked that so carefully. It’s really not something you need to apologize for like that.”
He glanced at me as I bit my lower lip inward, embarrassed by my earlier misstep. Seeming to notice my discomfort, he quickly looked forward again and reassured me with a smile, saying it was just a very ‘me’ kind of response and not to worry.
For some reason, his words put me at ease.
“The title isn’t finalized yet, but the theme is clear—it’s something I haven’t experienced myself.”
“Something you haven’t experienced?”
Jun, whose eyes had just been fixed on the night-shrouded garden, now turned his gaze fully to me.
“First love.”
“Oh…”
“It’s already been half a year since I turned twenty, and I still haven’t had it. At this rate, who knows when I ever will? So I figured I’d at least try filming it.”
“…Why not just fall in love instead of making a movie?”
“Can you fall in love without someone to love?”
I was speechless. Of course—he meant that without someone to love, he couldn’t experience the feeling of first love, so he hoped to understand it through making a film.
“You really are truly introverted.”
“…Huh?”
“I can read it right on your face. ‘Did I say something dumb? Now I feel bad.’”
“Oh…”
Strangely enough, even “It’s not silly” wouldn’t come out easily.
“You picked the exact moment where you absolutely don’t need to apologize.”
His soft chuckle at the end of the sentence instantly made the air in the living room feel warm and fluffy.
Just then, Jun suddenly leaned close—close enough that his face was right before mine—and murmured quietly,
“If you feel bad, then how about you show me what love feels like?”
Staring at him like that, I froze, unable to utter a word.
“There’s a line in the movie: ‘Dash.’ It’s a line I wrote myself.”
He let out a short laugh, as if to say it was just a joke, and leaned back away from me.
But the lingering resonance of his words wouldn’t fade so easily.
“About the question you asked me earlier—”
“Oh, yeah…”
“I don’t have anyone I love right now, but I’ve been thinking—when you desperately want to feel what it’s like to love just one person with all your heart, maybe the most effective way is to film a movie.”
“Oh…”
“The reason I’m acting in this film is purely to cut the budget, but from the beginning, my real intention was always to capture that feeling through film—to portray it as precisely as possible, leaving no hidden emotion in the corners undetected.”
“That really hits home—especially ‘leaving no hidden emotion in the corners.’ It almost sounds like you’re saying you want a love like that.”
“…But you.”
“Yeah?”
Something about Jun’s words just now carried an emotion I could sense but couldn’t quite decipher.
“What do you think first love is?”
“…Huh?”
“Do you think it’s just the first time you fall in love—nothing more? That it doesn’t have to be intense or tender, because it’ll all pass anyway?”
“No, I don’t think that way at all.”
My usual hesitation vanished as a firm answer slipped out—and Jun kept his eyes on me, lips slightly parted in surprise.
It was probably a line he’d heard too many times before from others—yet one he never quite believed. Maybe my simple denial offered him a glimmer of hope, or even something resembling hope or emotion.
“People always describe first love as clumsy, innocent, naive—like something immature. But I see it differently. It’s the one and only time you can hold someone purely in your heart, believing wholly and solely in the feeling of love.”
Maybe it was just my imagination, but Jun’s gaze, fixed on me, seemed to tremble slightly from side to side.
Encouraged by that, I unknowingly reached out and gently placed my right hand over his chest as I spoke.
“It’s a little sad that no one’s yet filled this pure, warm heart—one that believes so deeply in the sincerity of first love.”
In that instant—
“Huh?”
Startled by the strong vibration beneath my palm, I pulled my hand away from Jun’s chest. I quietly drew it back toward my own heart, still feeling his heartbeat pulsing through my fingers.
“…You just suddenly put your hand on me.”
“Oh… sorry. I didn’t even realize I was doing it.”
The air, which had softened between us, suddenly grew heavy again. As I hesitated over what to say next, Jun spoke first.
“It’s late. I’ll take you to your room.”
“No, it’s okay.”
“Didn’t we just confirm together that it’s not okay?”
Truthfully, if he left me here alone, I’d have no choice but to either crawl up the stairs on my hands and knees or hop up on one foot.
“Since you won’t walk, I’ll carry you on my back.”
“…”
“It’s not like I’m trying anything. Just look at your foot.”
“Oh, I’ll just…”
“If you don’t give me a proper answer, I’ll just do whatever I want.”
“Huh?”
Before I could even respond, I felt my body lift off the ground. Once again, I was nestled in Jun’s warm, comforting embrace—so much so that I wished I could stay there forever.
If only my traitorous, pounding heart would stop giving me away.
Jun started walking toward my room. Unsure what to do, I hesitantly grabbed the hem of his shirt. Jun let out a soft chuckle.
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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