My Chick Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 14
At Seo Yeon’s single word—”Go wash up”—Kwon Yul’s face instantly flushed red. But Seo Yeon, still keeping her head bowed, failed to notice it once again.
“Why… suddenly tell me to wash up?”
Seo Yeon muttered after letting out a short sigh.
“Your shirt, Yul, is completely soaked with my tears and snot—I can’t bear to look at it. Isn’t it uncomfortably damp?”
“…It’s fine.”
“I’m not fine with it. Honestly, I want to just strip that dirty shirt off you right—ah, no! Don’t misunderstand!”
Seeing Kwon Yul flinch and step back a pace, Seo Yeon waved both arms frantically.
“Since I obviously can’t do that—ahem. Just go in there, close your eyes, take off your shirt, and leave it right outside the door. I’ll handle it somehow.”
She pressed the white T-shirt back into Kwon Yul’s hand and explained carefully.
It was made specially for the event, so even if it’s small, just wear it.
If it’s really too tight, layer your current hoodie over it.
And if washing feels too much, she insisted repeatedly that he at least wipe himself down with a towel.
“Got it? Well then… I’ll go wash up in my room. My face is a complete mess.”
Telling him to relax even if she took her time, Seo Yeon quickly disappeared into her room.
Kwon Yul stood still, staring blankly at the door through which Seo Yeon had vanished, then lifted his right hand to cover his eyes.
‘My heart’s already pounding like it’s about to burst—and now she tells me to shower here.’
To calm his racing heart, Kwon Yul took deep breath after deep breath.
After standing motionless and inhaling heavily for a while, he finally glanced toward Seo Yeon’s door and slowly started walking.
Click—
When the light flicked on in the spacious bathroom, a clean, modern space—free of even a single water mark—came into view.
Still breathing unevenly, Kwon Yul slowly unzipped his hoodie under the orange-hued lighting.
His shirt was ruined—stained with mysterious smudges and smeared makeup. Only then did Kwon Yul let out a soft chuckle, imagining just how flustered Seo Yeon must have been while he stood there with his eyes closed.
Then, almost absentmindedly, he looked around.
Where exactly was he supposed to wash?
Still uncertain, Kwon Yul hesitated briefly before locking eyes with his own reflection in the mirror and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt.
Not long after, he emerged smelling exactly like Seo Yeon.
Twenty minutes into Kwon Yul’s awkward wait on the sofa, Seo Yeon appeared—with one hand half-covering her face.
“Ahem… I’m not sure if showing you my bare face is okay… But reapplying makeup feels weird too. Ugh, forget it—I’ll just go for it. Please understand if I look different from usual.”
When she lowered her palm, a surprisingly sweet and cute face—unlike her usual self—was revealed.
Noticing Kwon Yul’s fixed gaze, Seo Yeon grew flustered and began fussing with his clothes as she asked,
“Have you eaten dinner, Yul?”
“No.”
“Don’t tell me… because of me?”
When no denial came, Seo Yeon immediately felt guilty and began pulling various items from the fridge.
She lined up glass containers on the dining table, each labeled with notes specifying the dish and its expiration time, prompting Kwon Yul to stand from the sofa and approach.
“A housekeeper makes these for us—her cooking’s really good.”
“They look delicious too.”
Seo Yeon reheated what needed warming and arranged the dishes neatly.
In no time, a full spread—from Korean meals to snacks—was ready, and the two sat down facing each other amicably.
It was hard to believe that just a few hours ago, Seo Yeon had been sobbing uncontrollably, tormented by splitting headaches and tinnitus—now, she felt perfectly at ease.
“Did you know? You’re the first man to ever come into my house.”
At the word “first,” Kwon Yul pursed his lips tightly and placed a rolled omelet onto Seo Yeon’s plate.
“You worked hard today. Eat plenty.”
“Ahem… You too.”
Seo Yeon took a large bite of the omelet and averted her eyes as she mumbled.
Kwon Yul followed suit, bringing the omelet to his mouth while his thoughts drifted.
The excitement on the way to the park.
The anxious wait when Seo Yeon didn’t show up.
His mind filled with every dreadful possibility—and yet here he was now, eating dinner in Seo Yeon’s home…
Kwon Yul couldn’t quite believe it and silently rubbed the back of his neck.
“It’s delicious.”
That was his way of saying things couldn’t possibly be better.
“I’m glad. Let’s have dessert too.”
Seo Yeon pushed the plate of chadolbaegi ssam toward Kwon Yul as she spoke.
After finishing their late-night dinner and tidying up, the two settled on the sofa with strawberries and warm chamomile tea.
Just sitting close together let them feel each other’s warmth, prompting quiet smiles to escape.
But the sweet atmosphere lasted only briefly—soon, both fell into a slightly awkward silence.
Seo Yeon fiddled absentmindedly with a strawberry, saying less and less, while Kwon Yul kept rubbing the mug’s handle with his fingers and clearing his throat repeatedly.
“Ahem… What do you plan to do from now on?”
At Kwon Yul’s question, Seo Yeon’s expression instantly clouded over, and she sat with lips pressed tightly together for a long while.
Did I ask something I shouldn’t have?
“…I don’t really know.”
Breaking the long silence, Seo Yeon finally spoke.
“Half of me wants to give them a proper scolding, and half of me just feels sorry… For now, that’s how it is.”
She popped a large strawberry into her mouth, stabbing it repeatedly.
Despite her bitter tone, a sweet strawberry scent wafted from her.
After a moment’s hesitation, Kwon Yul stood up and fetched his phone.
“I saw this in a news article.”
“An article?”
“Just a moment.”
His fingers moved quickly, and soon he showed her a news piece from a year ago.
—Understanding the newly revised design registration system!
—In Korea, fashion designs are far better protected under the Design Protection Act than copyright law!
—Fake trademarks are the real issue—here’s how to protect yourself under trademark law.
After Seo Yeon carefully read the article, Kwon Yul navigated to the Korea Intellectual Property Office and court websites, showing her relevant sections.
Then he began explaining what actions she could take and what rights she was entitled to.
He articulated everything so clearly—even points her own lawyer hadn’t covered—that his concise explanations sank straight into her mind.
“I think preventing recurrence is just as important as holding them accountable.”
“That’s true. It’s crucial to ensure this never happens again.”
“It might not be foolproof, but it could serve as a decent safeguard.”
Kwon Yul wanted—more than anything—to support Seo Yeon.
Whether it was patting her back while she cried or sharing a newspaper article he’d glimpsed a year ago to offer even the smallest help.
“Thank you. I never even considered this approach.”
“Should I ask Seo Hee hyung to help if you need anything?”
At the mention of “Seo Hee,” Seo Yeon quickly waved her hands.
“No, it’s fine. Ho Jin’s a prosecutor too—I’ll ask my friend for details.”
Seeing that he’d been of at least some help, the corners of Kwon Yul’s mouth lifted slightly. Noticing this, Seo Yeon scooted closer and asked,
“But how do you remember an article from a year ago?”
“Oh… it’s just like a camera. Everything I see gets saved exactly as-is. Uselessly.”
“All of it? In your head?”
Seo Yeon’s eyes widened as she tapped her temple with her index finger, and Kwon Yul nodded.
“So you don’t even need to study specially, then? Since you remember everything.”
“You still need to study.”
Watching Kwon Yul’s eyes soften, Seo Yeon peppered him with curious questions about whether he had other special abilities.
But Kwon Yul just kept repeating shyly that it was nothing remarkable.
Unable to extract more information about him, Seo Yeon stood up, gathering their empty plates and cups.
“But what did you plan to do if we met today?”
“That’s… a secret. I have to do it later.”
“Ohh—secret? Now I’m really curious.”
After placing the dishes in the sink, Seo Yeon pulled out a bottle of artificial tears from a drawer and slumped onto the sofa. As she twisted the cap and dropped solution into both eyes, Kwon Yul asked,
“Are your eyes dry?”
“I cried so much earlier—now they’re parched.”
“Can I use your microwave?”
When Seo Yeon nodded, Kwon Yul warmed a damp towel in the microwave, then let it cool to a comfortable temperature.
“Can you close your eyes? Rest your head against the sofa. Yes, just like that.”
He gently laid the warm towel over Seo Yeon’s closed eyes as she leaned back.
The weight was just right, and the warmth spreading to her temples felt wonderful.
“This is the first time anyone’s done this for me.”
“I read an article saying warm compresses help when your eyes hurt.”
“Oh, I see. Thanks for letting me know. But while this is happening, talk to me—so I don’t get bored.”
What should he talk about? Kwon Yul glanced at the clock.
It hadn’t even been 11 p.m. when he entered Seo Yeon’s home—but now, past midnight.
Would it make her uncomfortable if he stayed longer?
Kwon Yul stared quietly at Seo Yeon, lounging on the sofa.
Thirty more minutes should be fine, right? After all, we’ve only been together for just over two hours.
Worried the silence might stretch too long, he slowly opened his mouth.
“I sometimes read good fairy tales. Want me to tell you one? Like old folktales?”
Still with eyes closed, Seo Yeon replied, “Sure.”
Deep into the night, even the darkness seemed to settle.
Kwon Yul’s soft voice began a tale—carefully chosen to blend amusement and wisdom—and the story itself was excellent.
Encouraged by Seo Yeon’s comment that it was fun, Kwon Yul eagerly started a second story.
Seo Yeon listened silently until his soothing voice finished the second tale.
Checking the time again, Kwon Yul decided it was time to leave.
“Seo Yeon. Are your eyes okay?”
No answer came.
Kwon Yul moved closer—and her head, leaning against the sofa, dropped limply, along with the now-lukewarm towel.
Huh… what?
She’d fallen asleep—her tension completely gone—and her body slumped against Kwon Yul’s shoulder with a soft thud.
Frozen in place, Kwon Yul swallowed hard and couldn’t move even a finger.
What should I do? Carry her to her room?
But entering her room without permission would be inappropriate.
Yet leaving her in this awkward position all night wasn’t an option either.
Should he wake her—or let her sleep?
After a long hesitation, just as Kwon Yul turned his upper body to rouse her, Seo Yeon’s head slid down like on a slide and landed with a thump—right onto his lap.
“!”
Like a broken robot, all his movements halted—only his eyes dropped to check on Seo Yeon.
She’d said she hadn’t slept since Friday, and now, deeply asleep, he couldn’t possibly wake her.
Kwon Yul’s pitying gaze lingered freely on her face.
Fascinated that her large, striking features fit into a face smaller than his palm, he even spread his hand to measure.
Then, as if tracing her profile in midair, his fingers moved along the outline of her face.
“Seo Yeon… I’ll stay right here beside you. So whenever it gets hard, just tell me.”
Though the situation—unable to stand or even breathe properly—felt awkward, Kwon Yul found this moment unbearably precious.
Whether Seo Yeon sensed his tender feelings or not,
she rubbed her cheek against his leg, then soon rolled over.
Her legs dangled precariously near the sofa’s edge, prompting Kwon Yul to clench his fists and carefully reach out to steady her.
Just then, Seo Yeon’s body twisted in an uncomfortable position and flipped over completely.
“!”
Her warm breath seeped through his thin T-shirt, and every tiny movement of her lips sent unbearable ticklishness coursing through him…
Kwon Yul stared down at Seo Yeon—her forehead resting against his abdomen—and clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white.
A long, long night. For Kwon Yul, an excruciating test of endurance had only just begun.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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