“I lived here with my father from the age of eight to thirteen… I attended elementary school right here.”
Eunsoo listened attentively to Juhan’s childhood story, which she heard for the first time.
Even though they had known each other for so long, she realized there was much she didn’t know. Especially stories about his childhood were something she never asked him about because she herself didn’t want to talk about it.
“I didn’t know much when I was young, but now that I see it, I think you grew up in a really good environment. Your father drew pictures, the writer made pottery, and people deeply involved in art were always coming and going. There wasn’t a single chair or desk that was meaningless or out of harmony.”
As Eunsoo looked around the studio and Hwang’s collection, she recalled having similar thoughts and nodded in agreement.
Even though Juhan’s major and past work had nothing to do with furniture, he quickly adapted to life as the representative of , and now she understood why.
It was because he had an innate perspective, sensibility, and talent that had been naturally accumulated within him for a long time.
“It was certainly an environment that not anyone could have.”
“Yes. Even though I complained about being bored every day, I felt regretful when I actually left.”
Juhan chuckled quietly.
“I wanted to keep living here, but I couldn’t say it. Not to my father, not to my mother, and of course not to Writer Hwang.”
He didn’t resent his father. He knew his father had tirelessly tried to find a way to bring his young son to a distant land where the things he loved were.
His mother, too, was someone he couldn’t resent. She had cleared away a path that would have opened up clearly at a young age and paved a somewhat suffocating but smooth road for him.
“The reason I lived with my father like any other man until he passed away… It felt like I was betraying my mother’s heart for no reason when I was young. If we made contact, it seemed like there would be a big fuss. Because my father and mother didn’t get along extremely well, my mother complained whenever she had a chance. I was also busy fixing things until my mother was satisfied, whenever she found fault.”
I wonder why you got married in the first place and how you ended up giving birth to me. Juhan added with a joking tone.
Eunsoo, who had her knees up and her chin resting on her knees, thought of Juhan at the age of eighteen. A boy who excelled in both studying and sports, was popular with teachers and friends alike. Although it seemed like he had grown up comfortably in a good house, it turned out that he had been fixed and adjusted to appear that way.
She also recalled Juhan’s mother, whom she had met only once. She was a woman with a surprisingly elegant appearance and attitude, and there was even a bit of awe. She had always smiled, but for some reason, the memory of her gradually becoming more haggard was vivid.
“Is your mother… doing well?”
“She probably is.”
The tone of his voice was different from when he talked about his father. Eunsoo decided not to ask any further.
“What time should we wake up tomorrow?”
“Let’s leave a bit earlier, even if it takes some time to commute. It’s a headache if we’re late.”
“Sure.”
Eunsoo, saying she should go to bed now, tried to get up. However, Juhan lightly held Eunsoo’s wrist.
“Where are you going?”
Eunsoo, as if pulling her hand away, shrunk her body.
“I’m going, to sleep. Aren’t you going to sleep?”
“I have something to do before sleeping.”
“Did you have something like that?”
“Yeah, I have something to talk about.”
“What kind of talk? It’s not something we’ve talked about until now, right?”
“It’s not about you and me.”
Here it comes.
Eunsoo’s heart started to beat rapidly. Suppressing the thought of running away and holding back, she firmly glued her buttocks to the seat.
“Let’s discuss it here.”
“What…?”
“What our relationship is.”
“…….”
“Right now, we are neither real nor fake.”
Even though the sound of rain was quite loud, Juhan’s low voice was heard clearly. If this continues, she wondered if she would even hear her own heartbeat; Eunsoo briefly worried about that.
“Leave everything else aside; we can’t be just friends if we kissed where there’s no camera.”
He’s sure to have planned this. Since he only says things that make it hard to refute.
Eunsoo let her gaze drop without a word. Then, realizing something, she hurriedly raised her head.
When her eyes met Juhan’s, who was strangely smiling, Eunsoo bit her lips. It seemed she had fallen into a trap with her own feet and closed the door with her own hands.
“When did that happen without me asking?”
“Oh, I remember now. Just a while ago.”
“What do you mean, ‘just a while ago’? This is driving me crazy.”
Juhan burst into laughter, bending his body. Eunsoo, clenching her teeth, lightly tapped Juhan’s forearm with her fist.
After a long time of laughter, Juhan turned around.
“To be honest, I feel a bit unfair. I tried my best in my own way.”
“What best?”
Turns Out He’s Been Secretly in Love with Me
One-line summary: He acts like he doesn’t like her but is actually playing hard to get.
Synopsis:
Xu Muzhou like her. He has liked her for a very long time, and through repeated schemes, he finally closed the distance with her.
But this is still far from enough.
He wants to be the one who stands out among her many suitors, to fight for her attention, and to make her take the initiative to pursue him.
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