Between Us is X (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
Gi Woo’s film promotion agency, , was located on the second floor of an old commercial building.
In a space barely ten pyeong wide, Eun Su sat at her desk, chin resting atop two fists stacked like a stone tower, lost in thought. Her expression was unusually serious.
‘…Should I have ordered pork cutlet instead?’
After agonizing over lunch options all morning, she’d finally gone with jjajangmyeon—and was now slightly regretting it.
But it was far too late now; the delivery speed of this particular Chinese restaurant, which she ordered from regularly, was nothing short of…
“Your food’s here!”
The sound of the door opening and the delivery person’s shout came simultaneously. In less than a minute, they’d set the bowls down on the center table as usual, said, “Enjoy your meal,” and headed back toward the door.
“Thank you!”
Eun Su bowed politely toward the delivery person, who was already halfway out the door, before sitting back down.
Now that the aroma of jjajangmyeon hit her nose, all regret over not ordering pork cutlet vanished—though maybe she regretted not ordering the large size.
Eun Su briskly snapped apart her wooden chopsticks and began mixing her jjajangmyeon.
It had been just over two weeks since she started the part-time job Gi Woo had asked her to take on.
The work wasn’t as simple as she’d expected.
She had to sift through a chaotic jumble of screenplays, synopses, proposals, and presentation materials, thoroughly dust them off, and organize everything by project and by date—creating lists and sorting into folders. With nearly ten years’ worth of documents, the sheer volume was overwhelming.
At first, she’d wondered if she could possibly finish it alone—but now, the end was finally in sight. She felt proud, yet increasingly anxious.
‘Maybe I should’ve taken it slower? Once this ends, I’ll really be unemployed…’
Her previous job had been at an interior design magazine—a position she’d finally landed after grueling months of job hunting post-graduation.
Everything had been fine except for one critical issue: her relationship with her direct supervisor, Team Leader Gye, was disastrously bad. He’d singled her out constantly, seemingly determined to break her spirit, and clashes had become routine.
Still, through sheer stubbornness and bitterness, she’d lasted a full year—until recently, when everything blew up.
He’d assigned her an utterly unreasonable task, she’d refused point-blank, and they’d had a massive fight that turned the office atmosphere icy.
Then came the team dinner. A thoroughly drunk Team Leader Gye sat down right beside her. As she tensely watched him, he dropped the terrifying bombshell: the reason he’d been so harshly critical of her all along was because he actually liked Seon Eun Su.
It was the dreaded “confession ambush” she’d only ever heard about.
Hearing it sent chills down her spine, and before she could stop herself, an unfiltered outburst slipped out. She genuinely hated him—boss or not.
Even patience has its limits.
That was her only thought in that moment. The result? A full-blown screaming match—and her resignation.
‘The more I think about it, the more furious I get. How can someone be as utterly useless to your life as a mosquito’s proboscis?’
Team Leader Gye had warned her, “This is a small industry—do you really think you’ll be fine?” His threat hadn’t been mere bluster, or perhaps the industry truly was that small—because despite sending out resumes tirelessly, not a single magazine had contacted her.
Suddenly sinking into gloom, Eun Su snapped out of it. Regretting things while staring at her jjajangmyeon, which was steadily swelling with absorbed sauce, wasn’t going to help.
‘Just eat first. We eat to live, after all.’
The moment Eun Su lifted a generous helping of glossy noodles to her mouth—
Knock knock. The sound of a knock, followed by the door opening.
No one was supposed to come here.
Startled, she lifted only her eyes—and froze completely.
A man stood holding the door.
He was so tall and broad-shouldered that the phrase “as big as a door” came instantly to mind.
His calm, black hair falling over his forehead, his long eyes with faint double eyelids, even the tiny mole on his cheek—it was a face she recognized all too well.
Her ex-boyfriend appearing right at this moment…?
Seriously? Out of nowhere? Like this?
As Eun Su sat petrified, unable to swallow or spit out the jjajangmyeon, the man—Ju Han—finally spoke.
“…I’ll come back in 30 minutes.”
No, wait—ah…!
Before Eun Su could even react, the door closed again.
By the time her body finally moved and she scrambled to set down her bowl and chopsticks and leap up, Ju Han’s silhouette had already vanished around the corner.
“Ugh…!”
Eun Su pressed a hand to her forehead.
Why didn’t he just come in? Or better yet, why not wait 30 minutes before even showing up!
Seriously, the door’s been open from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m.—why, of all possible times, did he have to choose this exact moment!
Humiliated beyond measure, Eun Su collapsed back into her seat and picked up her chopsticks and bowl again.
She inhaled the jjajangmyeon with battlefield intensity, cleared her space at light speed, and then furiously brushed her teeth before flinging the door open to air out the room. A quick glance at the clock showed 25 minutes had passed.
‘Wait. Just because he said he’d come back doesn’t mean I have to wait for him, right?’
Why hadn’t that occurred to her sooner?
Without another second of hesitation, Eun Su headed straight for the exit. After all, nobody would care if she left before official quitting time.
But the moment she grasped the doorknob, she locked eyes with someone standing clearly visible through the glass—
“Huh…!”
Ju Han stood there holding takeaway cups from a nearby café. A brief, frozen silence hung between them.
With the “door-sized” man blocking her escape route, Eun Su reluctantly gave up and pulled the door open. Ju Han stepped inside confidently.
“Didn’t expect you to open the door for me.”
She hadn’t done it on purpose—but that’d just sound even more tsundere, so she bit back her retort.
Ju Han set the cups on the now immaculate table—no trace of jjajangmyeon remained—and seated himself without invitation. Eun Su sat across from him.
“This.”
Ju Han pushed an iced Americano toward her, his manner suggesting he knew full well she’d want nothing else.
The urge to snap, “Did it ever occur to you my preferences might’ve changed?” bubbled up—but recognizing it as pointless conflict, she stayed silent and accepted it.
“…I’ll enjoy it.”
Slurp.
In the awkward silence, the sound of her sucking her drink through the straw echoed unnaturally loud.
Eun Su broke the silence first.
“If you came here thinking this was Gi Woo sunbae’s office, it’s actually…”
“No. I came because I have something to say to you.”
Ju Han cut her off gently. Eun Su frowned slightly, barely visibly.
“How did you even know I was here?”
“Gi Woo sunbae.”
“…”
“It wasn’t like I went around asking. I had something to discuss with him, and he mentioned it first.”
Typical tight-lipped guy. Someone really ought to certify his mouth as the cheapest on the market.
How much had he said? If he mentioned she was here, he’d probably also mentioned she’d quit her job. Damn it.
As Eun Su grumbled inwardly, Ju Han cleared his throat softly and spoke.
“Thanks for coming that day.”
Instead of answering, Eun Su just gave a slight nod. She immediately understood “that day” referred to Ju Han’s father’s funeral, which was now nearly a month ago.
Since they’d attended both high school and university together—long before they started and ended their relationship—she inevitably heard bits of news about him, regardless of her wishes.
When she saw Gi Woo’s group chat notice about the funeral, Eun Su had been deeply unsettled. It wasn’t just any passing—it was his father’s death, and it weighed heavily on her mind.
After much deliberation, she’d gone briefly to pay her respects the day before the funeral. Whatever their history, she felt it was the right thing to do in such circumstances.
But to her shock, the man in the memorial portrait was someone she recognized—
Kim Gyeong Hoon, CEO of , Korea’s pioneer vintage furniture shop and a first-generation vintage furniture collector.
The only thing Ju Han had ever told her about his father was that he’d divorced his mother when Ju Han was young, making him practically a stranger. Ju Han never elaborated, and she never asked—so she’d never even imagined they were father and son.
‘Is he doing a bit better now?’
Eun Su glanced sideways at him. She saw Ju Han scanning the office, his profile in view.
‘He looks even thinner.’
His jawline, already sharp at the funeral, now appeared even more pronounced than in her memory.
Ju Han turned his head. Eun Su, caught off guard, instinctively looked away—but realizing that seemed even weirder, she met his eyes again and said as casually as possible,
“Did you come all the way here just to say that?”
“That, and something else.”
“Something else?”
For a split second, Eun Su remembered something and inwardly gasped.
She’d completely forgotten: that drunken call she’d made to him after drinking with Sol Hee at dawn.
‘He’s not seriously bringing that up now, is he?’
Her hands started trembling. Just as she thought the ice in her Americano might clink audibly from the shaking, she preemptively cut in.
“Sorry, but I don’t remember.”
“What?”
“That phone call I made to you recently—I don’t remember why I called or what I said. That’s why I didn’t reply to your text.”
Ju Han looked at her, his expression unreadable—somewhere between smiling and not.
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, really.”
Eun Su straightened her back, trying to appear as innocent as possible.
“Since it’s come up…”
“Yeah?”
“What did I say back then…?”
Ju Han leaned back in his chair, crossed his long legs, placed his hands folded on his knee, and tilted his head slightly.
“Hmm. I don’t remember either.”
“What?”
Was he testing her, or calling her bluff?
Eun Su’s eyes narrowed sharply. Ju Han, seemingly indifferent—and even slightly languid—replied,
“I was asleep when I answered. You know how I am when I’m sleeping…”
He trailed off, realizing it was awkward for them to discuss his sleeping habits so casually now. Of course, Eun Su understood perfectly well.
It was Ju Han’s sleep quirk: he’d answer calls and even respond coherently while fast asleep—but remember absolutely nothing upon waking.
It was a perfectly plausible explanation, yet a sliver of doubt crept in.
“Then why did you send that text?”
“What did I say in it?”
“…Never mind.”
Eun Su gave up right there.
Ju Han might genuinely not remember—or he might simply not want to tell her. Either way, pushing further would only make her look pitiful, so she decided to let it go, however unsatisfying.
Ju Han fixed her with an inscrutable gaze and finally spoke.
“What I wanted to say isn’t about that day.”
It’s not?
So I dragged up something that didn’t even need mentioning?
Just as her mortification began turning into irritation, she heard Ju Han’s voice.
“Let’s work together.”
“What?”
Thinking she’d misheard, Eun Su asked again. Ju Han adjusted his posture and repeated clearly,
“You said you’re not staying here long. I’ll pay you a salary—let’s work together.”
Staring at him, Eun Su smacked her own forehead in disbelief.
“Are you out of your mind? Why would I possibly work with you?”
“Why does anyone work? To earn money—pay savings installments, repay loans.”
Eun Su’s glare grew even fiercer.
“Are you mocking me for being unemployed? Do I look so desperate I’d accept this ridiculous offer?”
“That’s not it,” Ju Han replied calmly, continuing without hesitation.
“I’m thinking of taking over my father’s store.”
The murderous sharpness in Eun Su’s eyes softened slightly, replaced by confusion.
From what she’d heard indirectly, after their breakup, Ju Han had moved to the U.S. to work at his mother’s business consulting firm. She even remembered seeing a wreath at the funeral bearing that company’s name.
“What about your current job?”
“It never really suited me anyway. I’ve decided I want to seriously try working with vintage furniture—but I need someone who knows the field. Gi Woo sunbae mentioned you. Said you were exactly who I needed—no, that you’re the only one.”
Was that sunbae even sane? There were proper ways to make introductions—where did he find such a lunatic from a foreign land!
Could Yoon Gi Woo have possibly forgotten they used to date? With him, it wasn’t entirely out of the question. Ju Han added pointedly,
“I can meet your terms as much as possible. I’d like your answer without personal feelings getting in the way.”
Eun Su replied almost reflexively,
“I have no personal feelings toward you.”
She quickly added,
“But regardless, I’m refusing.”
After a brief silence, Ju Han pulled something from his pocket.
“I didn’t want to use this…”
“This?”
He handed a small slip of paper to a puzzled Eun Su.
She took it absentmindedly, read it—and screamed.
“Yaaah! You lunatic!”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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