I Don't Recommend a Blunder with a Male Friend (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
That thing the jerk was flapping around in one hand. I couldn’t believe they still had it. I clicked my tongue.
It was one of the promissory notes I’d written to them back in high school.
Which meant, of course, there were several other notes besides this one.
As for what the note actually said:
[Promissory Note.I, Moon Da Yul, solemnly swear to do whatever Ji Seo Jun asks of me once a month without a single word of complaint.
Should I fail to fulfill this promise, Ji Seo Jun is authorized to inform my parents (Dad Moon Ju Sung and Mom Kim In Young) about the incident Moon Da Yul committed in the living room of her home at approximately 5 p.m. on April 17th. I further swear not to harbor any resentment or seek revenge regarding this matter.]
Just getting them to agree to reduce it from twice a month down to once a month had felt like a major victory.
They’d even highlighted the words “without a single word of complaint” with a fluorescent marker.
I didn’t want to think about why I’d written such a note in the first place.
As I hurried to get ready to leave, General Tto Ri looked up at me with a questioning “meow,” as if asking what was going on.
How could I possibly turn away from those eyes? I clutched my aching stomach.
But since they still held that note in their hand, I had no choice but to go watch the documentary with them.
“General, I’ll be back soon, so please don’t worry. I’ll return quickly and resume taking care of you.”
Ji Seo Jun watched me bow politely to General Tto Ri with a pitying look, then urged me from the entrance.
“Hurry up and come out.”
“I’m coming.”
The theater showing the documentary Ji Seo Jun wanted to see was one of only a few in Seoul, so despite having a cinema near our place, we had to travel quite far.
“You’ve saved up enough on taxi fares alone to buy a house in Seoul.”
As we rode in the taxi, I muttered while watching Seoul’s buildings flash past the window.
“Then, shall we get out now and take the bus instead?”
“No. The more people who take taxis, the more drivers earn, right?”
Ji Seo Jun shook their head at my comment and said,
“I guess I shouldn’t have gotten rid of the car I drove in the U.S. I’m planning to buy one soon anyway.”
“A car? The office is so close—why suddenly buy a car?”
“I want to go out to different places on weekends, but it’s inconvenient without a car.”
Leaning their elbow against the window and resting their chin on their knuckles, Ji Seo Jun gazed indifferently outside while complaining about the lack of a car. Watching them, I decided I really needed to check their bank balance one of these days.
“We’re here.”
We got out of the taxi and walked into the theater.
Apparently, it was one of Seoul’s most famous spots for multiple screening rooms, so it was fairly crowded.
Thanks to having booked our tickets in advance, we just bought some simple snacks, found our empty seats, and started munching on popcorn while people-watching.
Most of the people I was watching were actually watching Ji Seo Jun.
Couples who’d come with their partners, where the girlfriend kept glancing over at Ji Seo Jun, prompting their boyfriend to sulk; groups of female university students whispering and giggling about Ji Seo Jun; even middle-aged women openly staring as they passed by.
If I were in Ji Seo Jun’s place, my face would burn so much I couldn’t even sit still.
But the guy next to me paid no attention at all. Instead, they fiddled with their phone and began explaining the upcoming film to me.
“They spent seven whole years preparing this documentary. Pretty impressive, right?”
You’re the impressive one, you jerk.
“If it’s good today, I’ll have to track down this director’s other works. Might be tough to find, though. Which site should I check?”
I suddenly realized it had been quite a while since I’d seen this side of them.
Straightforward about what they loved—Ji Seo Jun would charge ahead without hesitation, throwing their whole self into it.
That’s why they’d never missed out on a scholarship while studying abroad in the U.S., and why they’d landed a prestigious position at that famous company. And thanks to that reputation, they’d been headhunted by our company and now held the position of chief researcher with pride.
While I was lost in thought watching them, they suddenly spoke.
“Go to the restroom.”
They snatched the popcorn tub and cola from my lap as they told me to go.
“Why? I don’t even feel the urge yet.”
“If you keep gulping down cola like that, you’ll definitely need to go halfway through the movie. Go now, before it starts.”
Ji Seo Jun knew my bladder better than I did. I shot them a resentful look before reluctantly getting up and heading toward the women’s restroom.
After forcing myself to go, I was washing my hands when two women behind me called out.
“Excuse me?”
“…Me?”
When I pointed at myself, they nodded.
“Wha…at?”
A nervous feeling crept over me.
“Is that guy outside your boyfriend?”
Just as I’d expected—that was the question.
“Sigh… No. Just a friend. A. Friend.”
Their faces immediately brightened, and after exchanging glances, they turned back to me. I knew what the next question would be.
“Does your friend have a girlfriend?”
Sure enough, it was exactly what I’d anticipated.
How could their questions remain so unchanged after ten years? I’d been hoping for something more original.
“Yes. They do.”
That answer was one Ji Seo Jun had prepared long ago.
Back in middle school…
…
…
“If people ask if you have a boyfriend, just say yes!”
“How can I?! You don’t even have a girlfriend!”
“Just lie, okay?”
“Why?! Why are you making me lie?!”
After complaining for a long while, I finally agreed to lie—but only under the condition that they’d cancel one of my promissory notes.
…
…
…
And that had been my standard reply ever since.
Their expressions instantly changed at my answer. They gave me a slight nod, as if confirming I was done, then left the restroom.
Once they were gone, the other women inside stopped staring at me.
I roughly dried my hands with the dryer and headed back to where Ji Seo Jun was sitting.
“Why’d you take so long?”
Because of you! I wanted to shout—but instead, I just smiled faintly and replied,
“I was squeezing something out that wouldn’t come.”
Ji Seo Jun scrunched up their face at my answer, handed me the popcorn tub, and stood up.
“It’s showtime. Let’s go in.”
The film Ji Seo Jun had chosen was clearly niche, so the theater was nearly empty. As we sat down and endured the long pre-movie ads, I asked,
“How long’s the runtime?”
“About 120 minutes?”
Long. Perfect for a good nap. I nodded in satisfaction and refocused on my popcorn.
Once the movie started, Ji Seo Jun dove into it with intense focus. Seeing their concentration, I thought I’d try absorbing some knowledge too—but before I knew it, I was dozing off.
I felt bad for the director, who’d clearly poured seven years of effort into this film.
I only woke up when Ji Seo Jun started shaking me vigorously. Opening my eyes, I saw the ending credits rolling on the screen.
“How can you possibly fall asleep during a movie like that?”
Ji Seo Jun stood up from their seat, looking down at me with utter disbelief.
“Yesterday… um… hrm.”
My voice was hoarse from deep sleep. I took a sip of my now-flat cola and continued,
“I drank yesterday. That’s why. Hangover.”
Ignoring my excuse entirely, Ji Seo Jun abruptly stood up and walked out of the theater first. I hurried after them.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yeah. A lot.”
“I see. Well, at least one of us had fun.”
At my words, Ji Seo Jun stopped walking and turned to look at me.
“I’ve figured one thing out for sure.”
“What?”
“Our movie tastes really don’t match.”
It was a mystery to me how the sharp Ji Seo Jun had only just realized this now.
“We’ve been like this since we were kids…”
Ji Seo Jun simply ignored my remark and kept walking.
I’d begged and pleaded to try the tteokbokki everyone was raving about on social media lately. Ji Seo Jun had suggested grilled hairtail instead, but when I pointed out it’d be unfair to General Tto Ri if we came back smelling like fish, they readily agreed to my suggestion this time.
While waiting for our order, I munched on pickled radish and watched Ji Seo Jun sitting across from me. They glanced around the tteokbokki restaurant.
“This doesn’t feel like a tteokbokki place—more like a café.”
“Yeah. Nowadays, lots of tteokbokki spots are like this. Don’t compare it to our high school days.”
I giggled—it was funny watching them look around so curiously.
“Why are you laughing like that?”
Annoyed by my laughter, Ji Seo Jun asked.
“It’s just… you look so clueless right now. It’s weird. I always thought you knew everything and were used to everything, but turns out you’re not. You’re such a dork. A total dork.”
At my words, Ji Seo Jun quickly popped the last piece of pickled radish into their mouth.
“I’m human too. I’m not familiar with everything or know all the answers.”
“I know. But you seem like the type who would.”
“Overestimation. Don’t go overestimating me like that.”
I stared quietly at Ji Seo Jun for a moment, then abruptly stood up and went to refill the pickled radish.
I came back with a mountain of it on my plate.
“Eat it all.”
“I will.”
Shortly after I returned with the pickled radish, our tteokbokki arrived. Ji Seo Jun examined the various ingredients inside, lifting them one by one.
“What’s this?”
“Chinese sweet potato noodles.”
“And this?”
“Bunmoja.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s just a thing.”
Unsatisfied with my lazy explanation, Ji Seo Jun made a sour face but cautiously took a bite, muttering that there really was something for everything.
“Tasty, right?”
“Huh. Not bad.”
They nodded and began eating earnestly.
Watching them, I said,
“I’m actually the opposite.”
“What?”
Ji Seo Jun, who’d been about to pick up a quail egg from the tteokbokki, lost focus at my words—the egg slipped from their chopsticks with a soft *pop*.
“It’s because I know you that I overestimate you. Other people? They just fantasize about you.”
I looked away from Ji Seo Jun, who’d gone completely still, and pulled a long strand of sweet potato noodles onto my plate as I continued.
“Since I know you, my expectations naturally lead to overestimation. But others don’t even know you—they just imagine and speculate based on your image, so that’s pure fantasy. Still… if you say not to overestimate you, I’ll try.”
I stuffed the noodles into my mouth before they got soggy.
Delicious. So delicious.
Now I understood why people were raving about it on social media.
Ji Seo Jun, picking up the runaway quail egg on their plate, replied,
“You’ll be fine. If it’s you, go ahead and expect a lot. I’ll work hard to live up to your expectations.”
We’d eaten so much my belly was sticking out. Rubbing my stomach, I stepped out of the tteokbokki place.
“Next time, let’s try a different flavor.”
Ji Seo Jun nodded in agreement.
“Want something to drink?”
Ji Seo Jun asked me.
After spicy tteokbokki, I really wanted an iced Americano—but since I wouldn’t have time to see General Tto Ri again until next weekend, I wanted to head back to Ji Seo Jun’s officetel.
“Let’s just have something at home. I miss General Tto Ri.”
Ji Seo Jun nodded in understanding and opened a taxi app to call a ride.
As we waited at the pickup spot, craning our necks to spot the taxi, someone called my name—complete with the title “Manager” attached.
“Manager Moon Da Yul?”
Startled by the familiar voice, I turned around abruptly.
Standing there was Ms. Baek In Ha, her face a mix of confusion and surprise.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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