But with Yoonbin sitting there, it just seemed harmonious and natural. In fact, Yoonbin’s face seemed to draw more attention than the chair.
“Is this chair more expensive than that one? It seems like you want me to buy it.”
“What are you talking about? What do you take me for?”
Eunsu added seriously.
“Take another look. It’s more like I want you to buy both.”
“Hahaha.”
Yoonbin burst out laughing. His eyes, admired by many for their impressive double eyelids, curved up, and his long dimples deeply etched his face.
After choosing chairs, Eunsu and Yoonbin came down to the first floor together.
Yoonbin, considering Eunsu’s advice, picked a simple round dining table, a teak bookshelf with an open back, and a glass table with a unique leg structure.
“When would delivery be convenient?”
“Hold on. I need to ask the manager about the schedule.”
Yoonbin looked for his manager. Just then, footsteps from downstairs announced Juhan’s arrival.
Yoonbin greeted him first with familiarity.
“Oh, Juhan.”
“Hello.”
Juhan greeted him with a slight nod. An air of slight awkwardness, though not uncomfortably so, lingered.
“I was a bit surprised when I heard you were working with Eunsu…”
Yoonbin trailed off, then added with a grin.
“It’s good. Nice to see.”
Juhan just smiled quietly.
Meanwhile, Eunsu, having discussed the dates with the manager, looked back at the two men standing opposite each other.
The sight of two undeniably handsome men facing each other, each with a different style, was captivating in itself.
It felt like a long time since she had seen them together. She vaguely remembered the last time they drank together, whether it was in their senior year or right after graduation.
Yoonbin checked his watch.
“I lost track of time with so much to see. I should get going.”
“Okay. Drive safe, and good luck with the shoot.”
“Will do.”
Yoonbin casually patted Eunsu’s shoulder as he passed.
“I’ll be in touch.”
After seeing Yoonbin and his manager out, Eunsu suddenly exclaimed.
“I forgot to ask for his autograph. Should I have asked for a photo too?”
Having known him since they were young, she often forgot that he was a celebrity and a top star.
“Eh, that’s a bit cliché.”
Jaerim quickly interjected.
“It’s best if Choi Yoonbin posts pictures or videos featuring our furniture naturally, rather than us announcing it. Then people will start searching and sharing ‘Choi Yoonbin’s chair’, ‘Choi Yoonbin’s table’ and so on. At that point, we just elegantly confirm with a ‘Yes, that’s right,’ and then the word of mouth and articles will spread, right?”
“Oh, you’ve got it all planned out?”
Eunsu, admiringly nodding her head, and Juhan, who was standing with his arms crossed, caught each other’s eyes. Eunsu smiled proudly.
“The Siesta Chair finally found its owner.”
“That’s good.”
Juhan left with a brief response. Eunsu, watching his retreating figure heading outside, tilted her head in confusion.
‘…What’s with that lukewarm reaction?’
He used to say that selling just one of those would be enough to close up shop for the day.
Ah, is he acting like that because he thinks I’ll say we should use the manager’s card to buy dinner and drinks?
Realizing the reason, Eunsu pursed her lips at Juhan’s no longer visible back.
When it was almost time to leave work, Eunsu’s phone rang. It was Solhee, her close friend who had been working as a broadcast writer for seven years.
“Ah, Writer Jang. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
― Yeah, it has, Manager Sun. Where are you? Still at work?
“Of course.”
― How about we meet after work today? I’ll treat you to dinner.
“So sudden?”
― Sorry. I’ve been so busy I lost track of the days. Do you have other plans?
“No, not really. Sure, let’s meet. Where?”
― I’ve reserved a really nice place. But is Kim Juhan free? Can he come too?
“Oh? I wonder?”
Confused about why Solhee suddenly wanted to see Juhan, Eunsu replied that she’d have to ask.
― If he’s free, let’s meet. I have some good news to share with both of you.
“Good news? What is it?”
― Let’s talk later. I’ll hang up now.
Eunsu, looking at the abruptly ended call, wondered.
‘Good news? And she wants to tell both me and Kim Juhan?’
Could she be setting a wedding date?
It seemed she hadn’t been dating her boyfriend for very long. Well, some date for years and break up, others marry after just a few months. You never know with these things…
She received a text with a map link to the meeting place, asking if she could make it by 7:30 PM. After confirming, Eunsu called Juhan.
“Where are you?”
― I’m in the basement, moving stuff. Why?
“Got it.”
Realizing it would be hard to talk while he was working, Eunsu stood up and headed downstairs.
The basement, serving as both a storeroom and workshop, had large windows that opened directly to the backyard, making it convenient to load furniture into a nearby truck. Juhan and Somin were currently moving furniture for delivery.
“Be careful with your hands.”
“Okay.”
Eunsu caught a glimpse of Juhan’s side profile as he effortlessly lifted a large dining table with Somin and placed it in the truck. He was apparently quite hot, as he had rolled up his sleeves to his shoulders. His forearms, tense and muscular, stood out clearly.
Blinking for a moment, Eunsu quickly gathered herself and went to help move the dining chairs. Juhan paused when he saw her suddenly join in to help.
“Why, is there something urgent?”
“No, it’s not urgent. We can finish this first and then talk.”
After loading the last of the chairs, all the furniture was securely packed in the truck. Juhan secured the well-wrapped furniture and then turned to Somin.
“I’ll drive. Get in.”
“Okay.”
Somin headed to the passenger seat, and Juhan turned towards Eunsu.
“About after work today…”
Eunsu, about to get straight to the point, suddenly stopped, taken aback by what she saw in front of her.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
