A twinkling, a momentary small light, sharply pierced Joo-han’s view. It was the light bouncing off the ring on Eun-su’s hand.
“Yeah. Even if I say that… Nothing will change… Sorry for saying unnecessary things.”
“Seon Eun-su.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll go.”
Joo-han’s pupils, which had seen Eun-su turn away, twisted as her expression became too cold to harden any further.
“Why again.”
At the softly growling words and the hand that grabbed his arm, Eun-su turned around in surprise.
“Really, why again!”
Joo-han’s hand that had tightly held Eun-su’s arm weakly dropped.
“Please don’t say you’re leaving in front of me. If I hear that, I dream. In my dream, I hear the sound of you leaving again and that you’re staying there.”
He didn’t intend to say such words. He didn’t intend to shout.
An immature lip was chewed in response to Joo-han’s rapid speech.
“…Let’s go together. I’ll take you.”
Joo-han passed by Eun-su, who was standing motionless. Heading towards the entrance, he realized Eun-su wasn’t following, so he turned his head. After that, he just stood frozen.
Drip, drop.
Joo-han’s chest sank as tears fell from Eun-su’s eyes, rolling down her cheek and hitting the hood.
The surroundings and his thoughts turned white. He felt like he needed to say something, but from his chest to his throat, it felt like something blocked him, and his mouth wouldn’t open.
Joo-han, drawn as if pulled, approached and stood in front of Eun-su. Tears that had pooled in Eun-su’s eyes poured down quietly, resembling an ash-gray screen where the sound had been muted.
Joo-han extended his arms, enveloped Eun-su’s shoulders, and pulled her into his embrace. He thought he would push her away, but Eun-su stood still like a doll. Joo-han’s chest soaked silently into her forehead.
Why are we doing this?
What’s fake, and what’s real?
Joo-han released Eun-su slightly from the embrace, holding her arms beneath her shoulders.
I still don’t understand you back then or now.
But, back then and now, I can’t help but know only you.
Joo-han tilted his head downward. Hovering near the tip of her nose for a moment, he lightly pressed his lips against Eun-su’s lips.
The taste of bitter and sweet tears.
Joo-han, who had been suppressing his breath, exhaled as he felt the soft, yielding sensation. Eun-su’s lips parted without resistance, and in that gap, Joo-han delved in.
As Eun-su’s hand, which had been hesitating in mid-air, grabbed the hem of his shirt and moved towards his back, Joo-han, carried by the subtle force, drew closer to her, pressing tightly.
Simultaneously supporting and deeply relieved, a sense of profound ease spread. As if returning from a distant place, back to where he should be.
Eun-su’s eyes, tightly shut and now flushing at the corners, met Joo-han’s, whose thin eyelashes quivered imperceptibly.
Momentarily awkward, like the first time, the two lips, entwined at a familiar angle, entangled their tongues tantalizingly. The tightly closed vision flashed, and a tingling sensation surged through. In an instant, as if turning back time, it was as intense as it had been back then.
Following an old habit and instinct, they explored each other’s deep and tender places, probing and savoring them. Each time wet skin touched and separated, a secret sound sparked here and there, igniting flames.
The probing heat grew hotter and irresistibly more intense. The mingled sounds of breathing, so densely intertwined that they couldn’t be distinguished, surged relentlessly through the space amid the frantic swallowing.
After a long while, their lips finally parted. Panting breaths continued for some time. The T-shirt that Joo-han was wearing, held by Eun-su, was crumpled and pitifully wrinkled, and Joo-han’s hand was tangled in Eun-su’s hair, reaching around to the back of her neck.
Amidst the still-dense breaths, their eyes met once again.
Looking at Joo-han’s eyes filled with numerous emotions, Eun-su closed her eyes slowly. Simultaneously, her strength seemed to drain away.
“…!”
Joo-han quickly caught Eun-su as she tried to sit down.
“Eun-su.”
Instead of an answer, only a faint breath was heard. Whether she had fallen asleep or fainted, Eun-su’s body, leaning as if exhausted, felt warm, as if she had a fever.
Unable to fully embrace or let go, a long sigh escaped from Joo-han’s mouth.
The scent of Kim Joo-han.
Eun-su thought in her half-asleep state. Olfactory memories were fascinating, and a passing whiff of a fragrance could vividly bring back long-forgotten memories or something temporarily forgotten.
The faint aroma rising from the soft place she was burying her nose in now reminded her of Joo-han’s clothes she had borrowed to wear or the bed they had shared side by side…
“Ah…!”
Eun-su sat up abruptly. She had hoped it wasn’t true, but she had actually been lying in someone else’s clothes on someone else’s bed.
The loose short-sleeved T-shirt, with a logo she recognized, belonged to Joo-han. Although it was her first time entering the bedroom, the circumstances, and the scent, made it certain that it was Joo-han’s bed.
‘It’s not a dream… crazy, why isn’t it a dream? It should be a dream…!’
Feeling like crying, Eun-su threw off the blanket, first checked the time, and then went out of the room. Expecting a stormy scolding or an icy glare, she thought Joo-han would be somewhere, but he was nowhere to be seen—in the living room, kitchen, or anywhere in the house.
“What is this? Did he go out…?”
Come to think of it, even before opening the door, she didn’t sense any presence outside.
Seizing this opportunity to escape home, her mind was filled with such thoughts, but in the end, she would have to face him when she went to work anyway.
Swallowing a sigh, Eun-su, who had been pacing the living room, took out her phone and made a call. After several signals, Joo-han’s voice, slightly more hoarse than usual, reached her ears. Without preamble, she asked.
“Where are you?”
―In the studio.
“Did you go out alone so recklessly? I should’ve woken up. I can’t remember how I fell asleep or if I made any mistakes. Did I do something wrong?”
After an uneasy silence, a sigh that seemed like the phone might fly away echoed.
―Whether I say I did or didn’t, it’s unsettling.
“Hey, are you joking?”
―Is it like a joke?
Eun-su lowered her eyes in embarrassment. Thinking it might be disconnected since there was no sound on the other end, she was about to remove it from her ear, but a hesitant answer reached her.
―I did, a mistake.
A drained color left Eun-su’s face.
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
