It was a warning and a congratulatory speech that they could go there and have a fierce quarrel. Whether he understood the nuance or not, Jang Hyunman withdrew his foot.
“Yeah. Let’s see each other again next time. I hope the broadcast goes well.”
“Thank you.”
As soon as Jang Hyunman left, Eunsoo cursed only with his mouth shape. Jaelim also grumbled.
“I’m more worried that it will get better if I go on the broadcast. A while ago, he left a long post on the SNS.”
“What post is it?”
“He said not to believe in making images on broadcasts. He told them to delete something. It’s not even self-deprecating.”
Min, who knows when it was posted, also interjected casually.
“There have been rumors lately that is not doing well. After losing the contract, they hastily tried to grab another brand and attempted some publicity play like ‘an as-yet-unknown luxury brand,’ but it failed. That’s why they seem to be unnecessarily restraining.”
There must be a reason. Even though I don’t understand.
Eunsoo murmured to himself.
“I should buy a bag of salt and sprinkle it in front of the door, really.”
A little while ago, driving out of the parking lot, Giwoo, who had Solhee sitting next to him, turned to her and asked.
“Are we really going to the broadcasting station?”
“Yes?”
“If you’re avoiding me because it’s uncomfortable to run into me, I can just take you to your original destination.”
Sitting in a slightly uncomfortable posture, Solhee replied with her gaze fixed forward.
“Why would I lie just because of you, senior? Since I’m really going to the broadcasting station, you can just take me there.”
“Okay.”
Giwoo turned up the radio volume. The crackling static covered the air for a moment.
“…They say life is about timing. But is timing like the hands of a clock that automatically comes back if you wait? When you feel the need to move, the decisiveness to move right away, the courage to say what needs to be said without missing it, isn’t that what timing is?”
Listening to the DJ’s mellow and pleasant ments, Solhee pondered the events of that day.
It was the first and last thing she had ever done in her life. How it started was still unclear.
The very first memory was of holding hands firmly while climbing the stairs and stumbling, and then, as soon as the door closed after entering Giwoo’s house, kissing each other without anyone saying anything.
If you cut off that night and just look at it, honestly, it wasn’t bad.
If Giwoo’s usual self was made up of 90% uselessness and the rest of unexpected seriousness, the man she faced that night was several times warmer affection and a sharpness she hadn’t seen before.
But when she woke up in the morning with the unfamiliar space closed, the emotion Solhee had to feel first was closer to horror than confusion. Reassured by the fact that it wasn’t a stranger but someone she knew, at the same time, the dark room felt terrifying.
‘I want to treat it as if it didn’t happen. Let’s just do that. It would be good for senior too.’
At that time, it was the best decision she thought she could make. In her early twenties, who didn’t even know how to finish a relationship that had skipped the process of dating, that was probably the best she could do.
‘I can’t pretend that something that happened didn’t happen, so let’s just say I made a mistake. Since it’s my mistake, you don’t have to take responsibility for anything. Okay?’
What did Giwoo’s answer make her think?
Was she relieved? Was she somehow hurt? Did she just want to cry without any reason?
For a few days, unknown emotions followed her. However, as she repeatedly tried to be rational and clear-headed, her feelings changed.
Let’s talk about it properly once again.
It was impulsive, but it didn’t happen without any emotion. I thought that if we could express our feelings and talk about what kind of feelings we have, the relationship might change. If our hearts communicate, if we become closer by meeting, the order might change a bit…
“Solhee. Are you by any chance An Yoo Kyung?”
It was the worst timing.
While having such thoughts, I heard the news that Giwoo was secretly dating a girlfriend. It was conveyed to me by a senior who had been in the broadcasting station employment study group with me for quite a long time.
It was hard to think it wasn’t true. If I hadn’t heard anything, I would have simply thought we lived in the same building. However, at that time, it was practically evidence that turned suspicion into certainty.
From then on, I avoided Giwoo. I was so reluctant to ask directly that my pride was hurt more than death. At first, Giwoo’s attempts to strike up a conversation seemed disgusting, and as he seemed to give up, gradually distancing himself looked shameless.
After a while, I had to see Giwoo again because of Juhan and Eunsoo, and at some point, I became able to treat him reasonably.
There was no need for just the two of us to meet. That was enough. Then, as we went through this shooting, I vaguely confessed that incident, making it even more embarrassing.
“But it was all a misunderstanding.”
I had no idea where to start making amends.
Honestly, I wanted to pretend I hadn’t heard anything. However, I knew that such a method would only make things more uncomfortable in the end.
Above all, I couldn’t repeat the mistake I made back then. Whatever answer I heard, I had to hear it myself.
Solhee’s shoulders rose and fell with her breath.
“By any chance.”
Solhee struggled to speak.
“Did you hear the news that Yesin is getting married this time?”
“Oh.”
Giwoo nodded lightly. Along with a comment like it seemed like he should just give an envelope.
“I met to receive the wedding invitation, and I heard some stories.”
“Stories?”
“About Senior An Yoo Kyung.”
Suddenly, it felt like the air in the car turned chilly. Even though I didn’t turn on the air conditioner or turn off the radio, the atmosphere in the car became heavy, making it hard to breathe.
“When I heard that story back then, I thought it was true, so…”
There were times when I was tormented by unnecessary guilt. Feeling like trash for having a one-night stand with someone else’s man, betrayal, and misery.
“But if it wasn’t me.”
“…”
“He said it wasn’t me.”
Giwoo turned the steering wheel. The car, which changed lanes a bit roughly, stopped on the side of the road. Solhee bit her lip, feeling somewhat tense.
With his hands still on the steering wheel, Giwoo turned his head.
“So, did you just cut people off and push them away so coldly back then? Without even listening to my side of the story?”
“…….”
“Yeah. It was an unreasonable rumor.”
Giwoo’s voice, which had been staring through Solhee’s profile with lowered eyes, lowered by one tone.
“But it happened quite a bit. People who believed in it.”
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
