“What’s the point if only the stomach is strong? You need to be able to ignore it if you have a sensitive personality.”
Who, me?
With a puzzled expression, Taehui pointed at herself with her finger.
“I told you yesterday and today repeatedly. Stop being so nervous.”
Ah, so that’s why.
The reason he suddenly came yesterday, talked, sent messages, and spoke again in the car today.
“But you don’t listen at all, and in the end, you got indigestion again, so, it’s really Min Taehui.”
Hearing Sajun’s words, it seemed to be somewhat true.
Although there haven’t been many times when I got indigestion from eating too much, I inevitably got indigestion when I was nervous.
When Sajun was with me, he knew without me saying and always took the initiative to prepare indigestion medicine.
Even today, he noticed it on his own, and I’m grateful for that.
“Wait a moment, Sajun, are you scolding me now?”
“Is this scolding? It’s just worrying.”
Who worries like this? And who shivers wanting to be sensitive?
“I’m not your pushover anymore; I’m your lover now. I hope you treat me very politely and straightforwardly.”
Instead of answering, Sajun took a long sip of beer with slow movements.
The cool evening breeze happened to blow, tousling Sajun’s bangs.
Observing Taehui, who stared at him as if captivated by his lowered gaze, beer can in his long fingers, and a sexy Adam’s apple that moved enticingly, Sajun smirked again.
“Let’s be clear, Mintaehui. You yourself considered yourself a pushover; I’ve never taken advantage of you like that.”
After being pampered for a full 13 years, are you going to complain now?
Frustrated, unjust, and sorrowful, Taehui unintentionally stood up from her chair.
“Are you kidding me? If you say that, what am I, who dedicated 13 years to you with blood, sweat, and tears?”
In a moment, Sajun, who had slowly risen, stood in front of Taehui.
The short distance that had narrowed in an instant made Taehui’s neck twist backward.
Even without that, his tall stature, heightened by the shoes he was wearing, made it look painful to look up.
However, pulling back a few steps would hurt her pride, so Taehui bit her lip and endured it.
With his hands in his pants pocket, Sajun casually spoke.
“I admit that I’ve often called you without warning, but I’ve never treated you like a pushover. You did everything yourself because you couldn’t handle your own temper.”
“…!”
“And I’ve treated you like a princess, not a pushover.”
A princess? Which princess in the world is treated like that?
Taehui’s eye corners trembled with astonishment.
In Sajun’s gaze as he silently looked down at Taehui, there was no trace of mischief.
“Calm down and think rationally, Mintaehui.”
After encircling her with his large hands, he sat back in the plastic chair.
Whether Taehui glared at him as if she wanted to kill him or not, Sajun calmly sat back down.
Even though I’m burning with anger, I decided to dig through my memories once more.
Digging through my memories, I found that it was very rare for Sajun to demand something first.
The messages I always received were consistent.
[Come over, Mintaehui.]Whenever I received that message and went to Sajun’s room across the terrace, it was always me who first asked and took care of things.
“Did you do your homework?”
“Did you prepare for tomorrow?”
“Did you eat?”
If it seemed like something hurt when I crossed over, even though he hated medicine and food when he wasn’t feeling well, I convinced him to take medicine and fed him.
Today, when I got indigestion, he noticed it on his own, and I’m grateful for that.
“Wait a minute, Sajun, are you scolding me now?”
“Is this scolding? It’s just worrying.”
Who worries like this? And who shivers wanting to be sensitive?
“If you say you haven’t eaten, I drag you down, rummage through the fridge, and bring out food that will be discarded tomorrow, eating together.”
Come to think of it, that was true.
Even though her face was flushed with anger, Taehui still had something to say. She spoke calmly, “Well, to some extent, I admit it. But honestly, it’s not like being treated like a princess, you know?”
In response, Sajun slowly opened his mouth with a somewhat pitiful expression.
“I don’t make you carry heavy things, I run to pick you up when you call, and I take care of what you eat and wear. If that’s not treating you like a princess, what is?”
As she was about to argue that this wasn’t treating like a princess, old memories flashed through her mind like a panorama.
“With those skinny arms and legs, what are you going to do? Get out of the way.”
Muttering complaints, Sajun effortlessly lifted anything slightly heavy.
Whenever she crossed over to the terrace, Taehui’s favorite foods overflowed in that house.
When asked where they came from, the answer was always the same.
“The helper ahjumma brought them.”
When she shivered because of the cold.
“The girl should wear decent clothes; she’s fully grown now.”
While lecturing like a Joseon-era Confucian scholar, he casually handed over his outerwear.
But that wasn’t all.
When he asked her to come, he came to pick her up without a word.
If her legs hurt, he didn’t hug her like a princess, but he offered his back, teasing that she was probably heavier than a child.
When going home together from school, it seemed like Sajun always stood on the side where the car was, and he even matched his stride with hers.
Considering the significant difference in leg length, she had never struggled to breathe while walking.
Come to think of it, that was true. But to say that he treated her like a princess was an overstatement.
“Well, I admit that too. But that’s not treating like a princess; it’s just common courtesy.”
When Taehui responded confidently, Sajun thumped his fist on his firm chest.
“It’s common courtesy for others, not for me.”
The pupils staring at Taehui were intense and vivid.
“Mintaehui, don’t you know?”
Yes, she knew too well; it was obvious.
So she couldn’t argue.
Listening and watching, there wasn’t a single wrong word.
Sajun always subtly, carelessly, and thoughtfully took care of her.
Because he didn’t show it, she really didn’t know, even in her dreams.
Even now, if he hadn’t said it, she wouldn’t have known.
It feels a bit too late, but she understands this now.
Because of Sajun, she seems to have diligently played the pushover role for 13 years. Unconsciously, she was grateful for that unconscious consideration.
If he had treated her like an object, bullying her like a thing, no matter how regrettable she was, she wouldn’t have endured it.
So Taehui stared at Sajun with an expression of incomprehension.
“As you said, I know you well. So I want to ask. Why have you treated me so well?”
Because Sajun didn’t open the window for over 30 minutes, and thus, exposed to the cold autumn rain for a long time, when Sajun finally opened the window, heat radiated from Taehui’s body.
After making an unreasonable suggestion, Sajun didn’t turn away when Taehui collapsed as if fainting.
Sajun draped a cardigan over Taehui’s body, which was soaked in rain, didn’t mind the wetness despite his obsessive-compulsive disorder, pulled out the bed, and even provided medicine. Above all, he accepted absurd suggestions without a word of complaint.
Come to think of it, there were more than one or two things to be grateful for from the beginning.
So the questions grew.
Why, exactly?
“As you said, you’re not originally that kind of person. You have no pity, no mercy, no acknowledgment to treat me well just because I’m pitiful.”
Without saying anything, Sajun, who had been staring at Taehui, suddenly turned his head.
Why does the touch of his big hand, gently wiping the rain off her small face, feel so anxious?
“I don’t know.”
If you don’t know, who would?
When Taehui slightly frowned at the rough response, Sajun muttered in a low voice as if whispering.
“I guess I fell for you at first sight.”
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