Eunsu quietly opened the door to Bida and entered. Even in the darkness, she descended the stairs, crossing the bright showroom.
Joo-han was in the workshop, wearing an apron. As Eunsu descended the stairs, she quietly observed Joo-han, who was sanding wood. It seemed like one of the components of a square table he had been making by himself lately, not a product.
With the sound of scraping, the muscles on Joo-han’s arms lightly tensed and relaxed as they moved back and forth, creating a rough yet smooth sound.
Even if Joo-han didn’t sense the presence coming down the stairs, he stubbornly didn’t lift his head.
Feeling subtly uneasy about Joo-han not acting like his usual self, Eunsu was about to feel more uneasy, but Joo-han spoke.
“Watch me here.”
Then, he glanced up only with his eyes and added, meeting her gaze, “You spent about four hours caring about someone else earlier… I’ve been doing it longer than that.”
What did I just hear?
Eunsu, who had momentarily stopped thinking, burst into a small laugh.
Joo-han, like someone who had never uttered such childish words, continued to inspect the wood in his hand with a serious expression, then put it down.
“Are you okay with it turning out like this?”
“What do you mean?”
“I can fulfill everything up to the wish ticket without using it.”
Eunsu, smiling secretly, pulled a chair close, turned it around, and sat down backward, her chin resting on her folded hands.
“Whether it’s four hours or five hours, I’ll watch until you’re done. Okay?”
A faint smile appeared on Joo-han’s lips.
Whatever happens, it seemed to convey the message that everything had melted away. Eunsu, too, smiled quietly.
Watching Joo-han work was not at all boring.
Although I had seen it once or twice before, I realized that sitting down and watching for a long time like this was something new.
There was a comforting feeling in the repetition of simple yet intricate work.
The cool eyes focused on work, the shoulders and arms tensed with effort, and the casually visible veins.
Large and rugged hands. Whenever they touched the flesh, it always felt a bit warm and soft…
My heartbeat began to accelerate pleasantly. While watching Joo-han’s hands, which tightly fit and pressed the neatly tailored pieces of wood, Eunsu, almost absent-mindedly, opened her mouth.
“Joo-han.”
Instead of a response, Joo-han raised his head, meeting her eyes.
“It’s cool to see Yoonbin working, isn’t it?”
“What?”
Joo-han’s eyes widened noticeably.
Eunsu, with her hands clasped on the back of the chair and her chin resting on them, casually continued.
“Whether on stage or when acting. Personally, I think concerts are really cool, but anyway…”
What am I trying to say?
Joo-han’s expression, standing up straight with his hands on his hips, became serious but wavered at Eunsu’s following words.
“But even so, it doesn’t make my heart race or flutter.”
“…”
“It’s not the same.”
Looking at Joo-han, who remained silent, Eunsu added, “I’m telling you that it’s different for you.”
Joo-han, who carefully reconsidered Eunsu’s words, tilted his head slightly.
A melting laughter lingered around his eyes.
“You’re really…”
Pushing the chair back and standing up, Eunsu approached Joo-han. Standing a step away, facing each other, she whispered,
“Were you worried?”
“Yeah.”
“Sorry.”
Joo-han’s gaze softened even more at Eunsu’s apology.
“Sorry, but honestly, I feel a bit good that you’re like this because of me, so I’m even more sorry.”
“Why would I be like this because of you?”
“Worried, searching for me, being jealous, things like that.”
“…”
“I’m bad.”
Eunsu bit her lower lip and looked up at Joo-han.
With a subtle expression, Joo-han lightly shrugged his shoulders and let out a short breath.
“Yeah, it’s bad.”
“Bu…”
“It’s bad, but it’s pretty… I like it.”
With Eunsu reflected in his eyes, Joo-han murmured like talking to himself.
“Saying it’s good makes me a fool if you say it is, right?”
Without blinking, Eunsu replied, “My ideal type has always been a good-looking fool.”
In the end, Joo-han burst into a hearty laugh.
As if by habit, he bent down, reaching out his hand, and, after seeing the white side of the flipped wood dust on his hand, sighed.
“Since I haven’t washed my hands yet, kiss me instead.”
Laughing, Eunsu patted Joo-han’s shoulder and took a step back.
Pressing her lips together, she covered Joo-han’s cheek with both hands, bringing her lips close to his.
As if imitating Joo-han, she ran one hand behind his ear, then followed the hair, sweeping it down along his neck.
However, since she didn’t have long hair like Eunsu, but instead it broke off at the back of her head, she burst into laughter.
“Is this right?”
“No? Oh, is this it then?”
Eunsu’s hand subtly touched Joo-han’s chest.
Having spent a short contemplative moment about his usual hand habit, Joo-han was about to say something, but his lips, once again, were sweetly sealed by Eunsu’s lips.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
