Knock, knock.
Gyo Hwan, who had knocked and taken a deep breath, turned the door handle.
Inside the dark room with no lights on.
A child’s voice could be heard from inside the Indian tent, as if mocking.
“Why? Do you still have something to say to me?”
Gyo Hwan, who sat on the floor with the green tent in between, maintained a heavy silence.
“Why?”
“….”
“Why don’t you say anything? Are you angry? Are you going to hit me again?”
“Seung Yul, shall I tell you how Dad met Mom?”
The child, who had been kicking and screaming, coughed as if he was pricked by the voice that flowed out with a sigh.
“Your greatgrandfather was dad’s professor when he was in university, and dad met mom for the first time when he went to grandfather’s laboratory.”
Seung Yul, who had strained his voice from shouting, asked in a husky voice.
“…Did you fall in love at first sight?”
Gyo Hwan, who had been lost in thought, nodded his head.
“Hmm, it seems like it.”
Seung Yul, who had been seemingly excited, pumping his fists, looked with an unreadable expression.
“But why didn’t you tell me anything before?”
His tone sounded somewhat interrogative.
“You didn’t tell me anything when I asked.”
“Hmm. Now, as you said, you’ve grown up, Yul.”
It seemed like it was okay not to hide it any longer, Seung Yul.
“Why did Mom die?”
“Huh?”
Although he had decided to tell him, his words stopped abruptly, as if he had been struck by the main point.
“Did she die because of me?”
The observant child had already known.
The child who was born after devouring the mother.
The murmurs of familiar people from Singapore.
Dad alone had been intensely longing, thinking that if it wasn’t visible, he wouldn’t know anything.
Like a young child who believed that no one could see them if they closed their eyes.
“So, you hate me?”
Because of me, mom died.
“Yul Ah, no.”
Gyo Hwan, taken aback, came to his senses.
“Mom passed away because of an accident. A fire broke out in the car.”
If there had not been an accident, his wife would not have died giving birth to Yul.
“How was I when mom died? Did I cry?”
The child asked, trembling like a frightened lamb.
“Yes, you cried.”
The sorrowful and frail crying that echoed from the operating room, swollen with amniotic fluid.
“And dad?”
Between the parted tent, her gaze fixed on her father, her eyes becoming transparent with tears.
“Mm. Of course, dad cried too. He lost a loved one.”
Gyo Hwan managed to say it calmly, afraid the child might start crying.
“Dad must have had a hard time too?”
It sounded like she was trying to comfort him, and it made Gyo Hwan’s heart stir.
“But dad has Yul instead.”
Gyo Hwan forced a smile while choking back his own emotions.
“Dad is okay.”
Your mom, who left alone, was pitiful. She didn’t even get to hold you, whom she was carrying inside her.
“But why did you leave me with grandma?”
Tears flowed down like a sturdy dike breaking apart, as the pentup emotions burst out.
“Even if there’s no mom, there’s a dad.”
As if she knew her existence was just empty words.
“……Did you wait?”
For dad to come?
“No.”
Watching the child stubbornly turn her head, Gyo Hwan’s vision became blurry.
You waited. Our baby waited. For the father who never came no matter how long she waited.
“I’m sorry. Back then, the pain of losing your mother was so great that I couldn’t understand what was important.”
That mom left you, so precious, by my side when she left.
“You must have had a hard time because of dad.”
Se In, what did I do to our son?
“But, I’m grown up now, so it’s okay.”
Not even in the first grade, but in the second.
“But to dad, you’re still a baby.”
Even when you’re twenty. Or thirty.
Seung Yul’s eyes vibrated, as if resonating with the soft voice.
“Why do you keep being nice to me?”
The sensation that constricts the heart, as if tickling the soles of the feet, was only strange and unpleasant.
“So? Do you hate it?”
“It’s weird.”
Our dad is not this kind of person.
Why all of a sudden.
“I will be better.”
Until you get used to it.
“I will try harder.”
For the first time, he confessed not to his wife but to his son.
“Seung Yul, I love you.”
A few days later.
“Baby. There’s a parents’ observation class today.”
Hyo Jin, who had come up to the living room before school, put a checkered beret on Seung Yul’s head, who had changed into his school uniform.
“Can I tell dad to come?”
“Again?”
The child narrowed his eyes in irritation, and turned his head towards the window where the morning sunlight was coming in.
“He came not too long ago.”
The baby’s cheeks, carrying his bag, puffed out as if he had chewed a candy.
“That’s why I’m asking in advance. If the baby doesn’t want it, I’ll tell him not to come.”
“Really?”
The eyebrows of the child, who had been avoiding her gaze in annoyance thinking she would force him, turned completely towards Hyo Jin.
“Of course. If baby doesn’t like it. Hey, it might be burdensome this time, so I should tell him not to come.”
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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