Desperate for a Catch (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
Her lips, moistened by alcohol, had grown cold. She regretted having finally drunk the liquid that had felt like poison—but it was already too late.
Snap. She closed her eyes.
From the moment he walked in, everything about this day—so determinedly kept numb—felt utterly unfamiliar.
Cha Tae Kyung.
That name was like an overly sweet chocolate—each bite melting until, upon regaining awareness, only a hollow, black shell remained.
“Ugh…”
When she opened her eyes, his lips were stubbornly clinging to hers. Tae Kyung had already crossed the space to where Woo Yeon sat, threading his fingers through her hair and kneading the nape of her neck.
Their breaths tangled, lips locked—pulling, tugging, merging into one in an instant.
His large hands gripped Woo Yeon’s waist in a distinctly rough motion.
Woo Yeon, panting heavily, stopped his hand.
“St-stop.”
Their locked gazes were sharp. Despite his eyes blazing with arousal, he seemed to be squeezing out the last dregs of his patience.
“Now you say that?”
“…Please stop.”
At the threshold between reason and instinct, Woo Yeon chose to pause and catch her breath. She couldn’t let herself be swept away like this.
She touched her flushed cheeks, tidied her messy hair, and put back on the hat she’d tossed onto the sofa earlier.
She was simply embarrassed.
It was unbearable—the thought that she’d helplessly yielded to his relentless advance, unable to resist even a moment of pleasure.
Woo Yeon pressed beneath her eyes. Noticing his gaze still fixed unwaveringly on her, she quietly continued.
She knew the words were meaningless—but she had to say them anyway.
“I told you… I have someone I’m seeing.”
Tae Kyung let out a soft, amused snort.
Oh? That boyfriend you broke up with three months ago? Or did you find someone new in the meantime?
Honestly, it seems like the one shaking Yoon Woo Yeon isn’t anyone else—it’s me.
He tilted his head slightly.
“Ms. Yoon Woo Yeon, stop pretending to be innocent.”
“…”
Woo Yeon glared at him. She hadn’t the slightest intention of feigning innocence—she’d just needed a moment to catch her breath; she had calculations of her own to make.
She briefly recalled what Seo Ji Woo had told her the day she’d passed along his contact information:
She was trying to figure out just how far she should go with Cha Tae Kyung, who was supposedly searching for a wife for his ailing mother.
Was she worth only a single night to him?
Woo Yeon blinked slowly at him, her eyes meeting his at the very edge of her vision.
“Are you attracted to me?”
It was a bold question. If he was looking for a woman to tumble with before marriage, she wanted to make it clear she wasn’t that person.
“Aren’t we equally attracted to each other?”
As if saying, “Didn’t you come here because you’re drawn to me too?”—Tae Kyung saw straight through Woo Yeon’s thoughts.
Woo Yeon laughed aloud. She’d always thought hiding her feelings was her forte, yet now everything felt exposed; she lowered her eyes to the floor.
Her scattered thoughts gathered like broken shards, leaving her confused.
Tae Kyung rose from his seat. She’d always known he was tall and broad-shouldered, but now—him standing while she remained seated—their size difference became starkly apparent.
She knew he’d pounce at any moment. Yet Woo Yeon didn’t turn her face away. Her hat partially blocked his gaze, offering just enough distance to hold him off.
Tae Kyung’s fingertips touched the front of her hat.
“Take it off.”
As the hat came off, his fingertips now rested on Woo Yeon’s lips.
“This time, it’s my turn to open them.”
“…”
As if entranced, Woo Yeon’s lips parted. Tae Kyung wasted no time slipping inside, not letting a single gap escape.
This kiss was completely unlike their previous rough tangle.
His touch was gentle and delicate, as if handling a cherished lover.
He slowly brushed aside the hair that had fallen near her ear, then parted her lips further, tracing her gums with his tongue.
Woo Yeon had only drunk a single glass—yet the price seemed far too steep.
The taste of that poisoned cup was unbearably sweet—and dangerous.
Woo Yeon gasped for breath.
After the kiss, Tae Kyung casually resumed drinking from his glass in front of her. Though they’d both taken part, she couldn’t suppress the unfair, frustrated feeling swelling inside her.
“Was ‘having conditions’ with me… always meant to be like this?”
“I’m not sure. What I need from Ms. Yoon Woo Yeon should be one-sided, yet this feels far too mutual.”
He rolled the glass gently between his fingers.
“Sir.”
“Are you honestly calculating things right now, even while I’m sitting here?”
“…”
“If you’re trying to calculate whether you should go further with me or stop…”
“…”
“Then do as you please today, Ms. Yoon Woo Yeon. It seems I’m the one more desperate—for now.”
The liquor slid past Tae Kyung’s parted lips, down his throat with a soft gulp. He’d just downed strong vodka in one go, and now he frowned slightly.
With a sharp clink, he set the now-empty glass down and lifted his head toward Woo Yeon.
“My calculation is finished.”
“…”
“Let’s date, Ms. Yoon Woo Yeon.”
***
Despite her mention of having a boyfriend, his bold, honest proposal left Woo Yeon with a hardened expression as she rejected him.
‘No.’
His words—that his calculation was done, that he wanted to date her—were admittedly tempting.
Yes, she’d admit that much. But did he really not understand better than anyone?
Yoon Woo Yeon couldn’t fall in love.
‘Woo Yeon, let’s date.’
‘Woo Yeon, shall we date?’
‘Yoon Woo Yeon, date me.’
Kim Min Joon used to say those words every time he saw her, his eagerness unmistakable and relentless.
How did our story end, again? You know it all too well.
She’d let her heart waver for a moment once—leading to her first and only two-year relationship—but not for a single second had she ever loved that man.
They parted out of guilt, and what remained wasn’t even a nostalgic memory—just desolate emptiness.
She’d left the bar because of a call from her senior, Kang Da Hee. Normally, she’d have declined—but tonight, she was almost grateful.
She wanted to escape Cha Tae Kyung’s gaze as quickly as possible—even for just an hour.
‘I’ll be going now. Let’s pretend this conversation never happened.’
Having resolved things with Tae Kyung and about to head home, Woo Yeon changed course and entered another bar where Kang Da Hee was waiting.
Fortunately, it wasn’t far.
The staff member, dressed neatly in a black suit, seemed to recognize Woo Yeon but gave no outward reaction.
Silence was routine here—this was a place frequented by celebrities and key figures from wealthy families.
Woo Yeon narrowed her eyes slightly and asked,
“And my senior?”
“We’ll escort you right away.”
Kang Da Hee, already tipsy, widened her eyes when she spotted Woo Yeon entering with the staff.
Though she’d notified the staff in advance about Woo Yeon’s visit—strict entry control being standard—Woo Yeon had arrived earlier than expected, and Kang Da Hee couldn’t help but puff up with pride.
As if to declare, “The great Yoon Woo Yeon, anchor of renown, humbly serves no one but me,” Kang Da Hee waved haughtily.
“You came? Come on in—our brilliant junior.”
“…”
“What are you waiting for? Sit down already!”
Woo Yeon pulled her hat down deeper. She’d tried to avoid Cha Tae Kyung, only to end up facing something even worse.
Two men sat beside Kang Da Hee.
“I didn’t realize you had company.”
“Oh, them? Don’t worry—they’re just younger friends of mine.”
“Senior…”
“Sit. Unless you’re trying to ignore me.”
Her sharp tone softened Woo Yeon’s resolve slightly.
With no choice, she sat down opposite her. Kang Da Hee grinned and offered her a drink, but Woo Yeon firmly declined.
“I drove here.”
Of course, it was the same blatant lie she’d told Cha Tae Kyung. She’d already had several drinks over there, but her heavily intoxicated senior wouldn’t notice.
“What?”
“I can’t drink—I have to drive.”
Kang Da Hee scoffed, gulping down more liquor with her crimson lips.
“Call a driver—it’s not that hard.”
“Senior…”
“Yoon Woo Yeon.”
They’d called each other’s names simultaneously—but Woo Yeon needed to respond first. She took a deep breath and released it slowly.
“Yes.”
“Be honest with me—Yoon Woo Yeon, you didn’t just get that position by pure luck, did you?”
It was almost laughable how instantly she understood what Kang Da Hee meant—but even more ridiculous was how her senior chose to slander her like this.
Woo Yeon lifted her chin proudly. As the saying went, “People see only what they want to see.” She and Kang Da Hee—once winner of UBC’s main anchor seat—had been different from the very beginning.
The smirk at the corner of her lips was a gift meant solely for her senior, Kang Da Hee.
“So you still think I stole your position, don’t you?”
Kang Da Hee wobbled, then burst into giggles. She exchanged glances with the man on her right and rubbed her eyebrow.
“See? Isn’t she just the worst kind of luck?”
It was a gesture seeking agreement—but the man fell silent the moment his eyes met Woo Yeon’s.
Woo Yeon snatched the bottle from the man’s hand as he refilled Kang Da Hee’s empty glass.
She politely poured liquor into Kang Da Hee’s empty cup.
It had been so long since the main anchor spot changed hands—yet Kang Da Hee still wallowed in the inferiority of a defeated rival. It almost made Woo Yeon pity her now.
That was precisely why she still tolerated these late-night summonings, enduring Kang Da Hee’s complaints.
Because one day, even she might fall from the highest place.
And Kang Da Hee, at least, would understand this peculiar fear—that even after achieving what you desire, you’re left not with joy, but constant anxiety and sensitivity.
Just as Woo Yeon touched the prominent bone beneath her ear—the spot that always showed when she was tipsy—Kang Da Hee launched into her usual drunken rant, right on schedule.
“You awful bitch.”
“…”
“You ruthless bitch.”
“…”
This was the point. At this exact moment, it was as if a switch flipped in Kang Da Hee—she’d become violently agitated, snarling like a wild animal.
…One, two, three!
“Who the hell do you think you are to take my seat?! What makes you so damn special?! I raised you! I made you! Do you understand?!”
The liquor she’d just poured flew through the air—but Woo Yeon dodged it effortlessly, as if accustomed to such scenes.
The men accompanying Kang Da Hee looked more shocked than Woo Yeon herself, whose face showed not even a flicker of surprise.
She calmly swept the slightly damp strands of hair behind her ears.
“Senior…”
Even Woo Yeon’s ice-cold tone failed to register with Kang Da Hee, who remained oblivious to the shift in atmosphere.
So Woo Yeon snapped sharply,
“What?”
“Are you still seeing Chairman Shin Jin Seok of Cheongil Group these days?”
“What?!”
Kang Da Hee’s removal from the 9 p.m. news anchor chair had a simple cause:
The chairman’s wife—the very person who’d lifted her to that position—had directly instructed the station director.
Whether their relationship had been an affair or true love, Woo Yeon couldn’t care less.
In any case, Kang Da Hee had seized the main anchor seat through improper means—and had fallen from it just as disgracefully, as dirtily and shamefully as she’d climbed.
She could’ve been permanently expelled from the network—yet she remained with UBC solely due to the station director’s mercy.
Or perhaps, Chairman Shin’s final act of consideration.
Kang Da Hee’s eyes widened in panic as she stared, dumbfounded, at Woo Yeon.
“You—you… What do you mean by that?!”
Woo Yeon continued to smirk.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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So she is missing him so hoping what happens next!