My Chick Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 15

Ha. You must’ve been so exhausted to fall asleep right on the floor.

Seo Yeon was surprised her body didn’t feel stiff at all, considering she’d slept on such a hard surface. Though she kept thinking she should get up, everything felt too bothersome, so she just stayed lying there for a long while.

Did Madam Kim change the cleaning cloth? Why does it smell so nice? Hmm…

Intoxicated by that oddly familiar scent, Seo Yeon sniffed and rubbed her cheek against the hard floor.

Why is the floor so warm? Did I sleep with the heating on?

Huh? What’s this?

As she ran her hand over the hard surface, the texture felt… completely different.

Frowning deeply, Seo Yeon lifted her head slightly. Everything around her was bright, yet something felt off.

“Oh. What the— I fell asleep without even turning off the lights?”

Seeing white walls instead of cream-colored marble, she blinked drowsily, wondering if she was still dreaming.

No matter how much she blinked, the white wall refused to disappear, so she reached out and touched it.

What? Am I… still dreaming?

Yet it felt far too vivid—the sensation against her fingertips was unmistakably real.

In an instant, Seo Yeon’s eyes snapped wide open, and only then did she finally grasp the situation.

Location: the sofa. Position: atop Kwon Yul’s legs. And her hand… why, why?!

So startled that her shoulders trembled, Seo Yeon froze in shock.

Just then, Kwon Yul’s chin, which had been gazing at the ceiling, slowly lowered—further, and further down.

Oh no, no!

As Seo Yeon hurriedly tried to pull her hand away, her eyes met his—still drowsy, yet distinctly red.

“Uh-ep!”

Flustered, Seo Yeon scrambled up from his legs, only to tumble headfirst onto the floor with a loud crash.

“Seo Yeon!”

He was just as startled—jumping up abruptly, he let out a pained groan and sank back down, his leg having gone numb.

“Ugh… what do I do…”

Her right cheek and forehead now tinged pink, Seo Yeon popped up like a roly-poly toy. Her waist ached as if split in two, yet she had no time to care.

“That—that wasn’t on purpose! I swear!”

Kwon Yul, who’d been rubbing his leg, simply raised a hand as if to say he was fine.

“Are you hurt? Are you okay?”

He couldn’t very well say, “If only you hadn’t suddenly dropped, I could’ve kept sleeping comfortably on this warm stone bed.”

“Ah, yeah… I keep showing you all these weird sides of me. Seriously, why does this keep happening?”

At Seo Yeon’s muttering, Kwon Yul averted his gaze and cleared his throat awkwardly.

An even more awkward tension hung between them than the night before—after unintentionally spending the night together.

Especially since Kwon Yul’s cheeks looked faintly flushed—but Seo Yeon insisted it was just her imagination.

“Um… then… shall we each wash up and meet again?”

Her fingers, lost and aimless, pointed first to the bathroom, then to the bedroom, before she dashed into the room as if fleeing.

Leaning back against the firmly shut door, Seo Yeon sighed deeply and slowly slid down to the floor.

Are you crazy? Seriously?!

Silently screaming, Seo Yeon stared down at her hand.

No— not only did I fall asleep right in the middle of listening to him, but on top of that… ugh.

Would he even believe me if I said it was just a sleepy mistake?

Though it happened unconsciously, that didn’t make it as if it never happened.

How do I apologize first and then take responsibility? Wait— responsibility for what?! This is going to be a huge mess!

Frustrated, Seo Yeon ruffled her long hair and let out a short sigh, then tried to sort through her jumbled thoughts.

She concluded that no matter what excuse she came up with, a sincere apology was absolutely necessary—and only then did she start repeating to herself, “I need to apologize properly.”

Before facing him again, Seo Yeon carefully rehearsed exactly what to say and what not to say, as if scripting a scene.

Having prepared herself, she stepped out of the room with extreme awkwardness, then sat down beside him, smoothing her still-damp hair ends.

“Ahem. You’ve already washed up, I see.”

To make up for her mistake, she needed to start smoothly—naturally, like flowing water.

Glancing at him cautiously, Seo Yeon began her apology.

“Yul, do you… live with your parents?”

“Yes. I also have a younger brother with a big age gap.”

“Oh, I see. They won’t worry about you staying out overnight, will they?”

Seo Yeon asked apologetically, her eyebrows drooping slightly.

“I already called them, so don’t worry.”

Okay, that topic’s settled. Now for the main point.

“It seems I made a mistake in my sleep. It wasn’t intentional—it was just because I was so exhausted…”

The moment she met his dark, steady gaze, Seo Yeon felt her excuse sounded hollow.

“Ah—never mind. Regardless of the reason, I’ll say this sincerely: I’m really sorry, Yul.”

Even after offering a genuine apology, he didn’t say it was alright. He just kept his eyes lowered, lost in thought, staring only at his fingertips.

How much time passed?

Finally, his tightly closed lips parted.

“I’d like to accept your apology in a different way. Would that be possible?”

A… different way?

Taken aback by his unexpected remark, Seo Yeon hesitated for a moment—but, faced with her clear wrongdoing, she nodded.

“I’d like to meet you properly—ten times.”

She wanted to say, “We’re already meeting right now,” but instead calmly asked,

“Why does it have to be ten times? As long as our schedules align, we can meet anytime.”

His serious gaze turned fully toward her, as if about to answer.

“To be honest… I’ve been thinking about you a lot. You’ve been on my mind. So…”

He paused briefly to catch his breath before continuing.

“I want to understand you better—and figure out why I feel this way.”

His startling honesty left her flustered for just a moment—then his next words made her thoughtful.

“And I also want to show you who I really am.”

Wanting to know her—and wanting her to know him…

Strangely enough, Seo Yeon felt no resistance to his proposal.

“Ten meetings might seem arbitrary, but I really want to make sure we use up all those chances.”

“And after we finish all ten… what then?”

She wanted to ask—what exactly did he hope would happen?

“How about, on the day we complete the tenth meeting, we confirm our true feelings for each other?”

Was he planning to confess that day? Or simply test the waters between them?

One night’s mistake, a swift apology, and now this unusual proposal.

Seo Yeon watched him intently—the man who moved so boldly, as if he’d been waiting for her to slip up all along.

While his gentle black eyes waited anxiously for her answer, Seo Yeon mentally reviewed her own checklist.

No serious boyfriend currently—check.

Enjoying time together—check.

Recent growing interest—confirmed.

And she could stop anytime if she wanted—also check.

Then there was no reason to hesitate anymore.

No longer wanting to overthink it, Seo Yeon met his gaze.

“The best way to fix a mistake is to handle it quickly.”

Kwon Yul’s lips, which had been tense with anticipation, slowly began to curve upward.

“But there’s one thing I absolutely need to clarify.”

Typical of a businessperson—Seo Yeon wasn’t about to overlook key terms.

“If either of us ever doesn’t want to continue to the tenth meeting… we can stop anytime, regardless of how many are left. What do you think?”

Though phrased as a question, she wasn’t actually seeking his agreement—she simply wanted to establish the condition that either could withdraw at any time.

Perhaps that’s why, even before hearing his answer, Seo Yeon immediately held out her hand.

“If you agree, let’s settle this cleanly right here.”

Kwon Yul responded with a bright smile, accepting her terms without hesitation.

“Looking forward to working with you, Seo Yeon.”

Like closing a major deal, they clasped hands—then both smiled just as brightly.

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After their serious negotiation, the two leisurely ate breakfast.

They then discussed when would be good for their next meeting.

Though they hadn’t signed a paper contract, both took their “ten meetings” agreement quite seriously.

Brrrring—

Kwon Yul’s phone rang on the dining table, and Seo Yeon’s eyes instinctively glanced at the caller ID.

“Yeah, Hyung.”

[You’re going to Grandfather’s place today, right?]

Having completely forgotten his prior commitment while spending time with Seo Yeon, Kwon Yul rubbed his forehead in panic.

“I guess I have to go…”

His trailing tone suggested he wasn’t eager to go.

[Then pick me up on your way. I drank last night and left my car at the office. Mom’s already at Grandfather’s.]

“Your place?”

[Yeah. Don’t be late—I don’t want a lecture.]

Kwon Yul glanced at the clock and realized he didn’t have time to go home first.

“I’ll call you when I’m leaving.”

After hanging up, he said regretfully,

“I have a meal appointment at my grandfather’s. I should get going.”

“Oh. Okay.”

She answered calmly, but Seo Yeon couldn’t hide her disappointment. Still, she couldn’t show it—or stop him. She simply handed him the shopping bag containing her ruined shirt.

“Have a safe trip.”

“Can’t you say ‘See you soon’ instead?”

He spoke as if he disliked goodbyes that sounded like they’d never meet again.

“See you soon, Yul.”

“I’ll call you later.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Pleased by her reply, Kwon Yul finally stepped away—albeit very slowly, glancing back repeatedly.

After leaving Seo Yeon’s apartment, Kwon Yul placed the shopping bag she’d given him on the passenger seat and headed toward his aunt’s place, not far away.

Having received his departure message, Seo Hee was already waiting outside and waved lightly when she spotted his car.

As the car pulled up smoothly, Seo Hee swung the passenger door open and climbed in, picking up the shopping bag from the seat.

“Did you go shopping?”

Before he could answer “no,” Seo Hee rummaged through the bag and asked again, puzzled,

“What on earth did you do? Your shirt’s completely smeared with makeup!”

Seeing Kwon Yul’s flustered expression, Seo Hee smirked knowingly—“Gotcha.”

She then pulled out his shirt and unfolded it fully, inspecting it thoroughly until Kwon Yul’s brow furrowed in discomfort.

“Hyung, just put that back.”

“What? Did you get yourself a girlfriend or something?”

Faced with Seo Hee’s question, Kwon Yul hesitated briefly—he did want to mention there was someone he liked.

“Not exactly… not yet.”

“A fling, then?”

“Working on it.”

At his answer, Seo Hee began teasing him mercilessly.

Kwon Yul ignored her, staring straight ahead as he replayed his time with Seo Yeon in his mind, trying to soothe his lingering regret.

“You’ve never even had a girlfriend before. What’s gotten into you?”

Seo Hee probed relentlessly, showing excessive interest—but Kwon Yul stayed tight-lipped. Still, Seo Hee refused to give up.

Realizing this would never end, Kwon Yul finally offered the most ordinary word he could think of.

“We’re just friends. For now.”

He chuckled softly after saying it—because Seo Yeon wasn’t really his friend, nor could she ever just be that.

Yet that single word “friend” only made Seo Hee press him harder. Meanwhile, Kwon Yul’s black SUV pulled to a stop before a tall garden wall.

Even as they stepped out of the car, Seo Hee kept asking,

“Is she pretty?”

“Extremely.”

“Oh! Do you have photos?”

At the word “photos,” he pictured life-sized Seo Yeon in his living room—and before he could stop himself, a smile appeared.

“What’s with that blindingly happy grin? Don’t tease me—just show me everything you’ve got.”

“What are you talking about?”

Kwon Yul coolly brushed off Seo Hee’s demand and pressed the gatebell.

Even as they climbed the stairs, Seo Hee kept insisting he show her pictures. When he remained stubbornly silent, Seo Hee finally snapped, flashing a wicked smile.

“Fine. If that’s how you’re gonna be, I’ll just ask Auntie myself later.”

“Ask her what?”

“Who the girl in your life is, of course.”

Kwon Yul let out a sigh through his teeth—and sensing her moment, Seo Hee immediately shouted loudly,

“The famously single Kwon Yul is working hard to start a fling! His shirt covered in makeup clearly means they’ve hugged at least, yet he insists they’re ‘just friends’—and she’s apparently stunningly beautiful. Am I right?”

Just as Kwon Yul was about to tell her to stop—

“What’s all this nonsense?”

Seok Gu, who’d been tending to withered flowers in the garden, straightened his back and asked.“`