On the way to the parking lot, the thickening dark clouds sprinkled drizzling raindrops.
Yuin, unable to shake off the uneasy feeling about Ji Han’s odd behavior, kept looking back several times.
Though she had left her friend behind of her own will, it didn’t mean she wasn’t bothered by it.
Peeking over her shoulder at Ji Han, who was still standing in the same spot, something suddenly enveloped Yuin’s head.
“Stop looking back.”
Along with the low voice, a refreshing breeze carrying a calming scent softly stimulated her senses.
What covered her view was a deep grey jacket, reminiscent of the rainy sky. The silk lining, still warm from the man’s body heat, wrapped warmly around her lower back.
Yuin lifted the jacket slightly with her free left hand.
“Director, why were you like that with Ji Han earlier?”
“What do you mean?”
“Getting angry, almost fighting… and what was that about being clingy? What does that mean?”
Gyeon glanced sideways with an indifferent expression.
“If you’re really curious, ask your friend later.”
“Why should I ask Ji Han about something you said? Just tell me.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Well, because…”
Leaving the sentence hanging, Gyeon pulled Yuin’s shoulder closer, enveloping her in a strong scent as they walked through the raindrops.
“I don’t want to be disliked by Nam Yuin.”
His whispering hot breath caressed her cold cheek and ear, causing her to shiver with an unfamiliar sensation. Yuin recoiled her neck and frantically rubbed the ear where his deep voice had entered.
“Ah! Seriously, stop it.”
“Stop what?”
His relaxed smile lingered close to her earlobe. She didn’t need to see to know the soft touch that brushed against her was his mouth.
“Director!”
Her voice rose an octave, filled with complaint. Yuin glared at Gyeon, then distanced herself from his embrace, only to be caught again and awkwardly led to the sedan.
Teasing, annoying, doing exactly what she said not to – most of Gyeon’s actions towards Yuin were like this. It was puzzling why he’d say he didn’t want to be disliked.
“Sorry for letting you get wet. I know you don’t like rain.”
As soon as they got into the car, Gyeon frowned as if displeased, then slightly smiled.
His suit and hair were more drenched than hers.
While Yuin was sheltered by his expensive jacket, Gyeon had exposed himself to the rain, his neatly styled hair now disheveled, leaving water stains on his pants.
She hesitated, wanting to dry him off. Before she could decide, a light water streak flowed down his cheek.
“You’re wetter than me…”
“I’m your umbrella, remember? It’s right that I get wet.”
Effortlessly reaching back, he pulled out a familiar blanket and casually wiped his face and hair.
“Right?”
His words always carried such certainty. Always filled with confidence and assurance, they left no room for argument or opposition.
She had no choice but to nod in agreement.
Yuin weakly nodded, and Gyeon, satisfied, affectionately stroked her hair for a long while.
Then, he snatched the wet jacket she still held and tossed it to the back seat.
“Shall we go to the gift presentation ceremony?”
He spoke as if it were a medal ceremony, proudly. Realizing the thing he’d give was indeed a gift, Yuin couldn’t help but laugh softly.
Gyeon didn’t disclose the ceremony’s location, and Yuin didn’t ask.
So far, every place he’d taken her to had been impeccable in interior, service, and food. That was the superficial reason, but more accurately, she didn’t feel the need to ask. The fingers tapping on the steering wheel, the concave eyes occasionally turning to her, and the splendid smile when their eyes met reassured her of his harmlessness.
Impulsively, Yuin called out to Gyeon as she admired his perfectly curved profile.
“Director.”
He glanced over, naturally lifting the corner of his mouth.
“What is it?”
His informal speech, lacking any formality, only seemed more playful. He’s probably the only one who could speak like that. Yuin suddenly thought so.
“Don’t get angry.”
Feeling awkward and embarrassed after voicing her thoughts, Yuin bit her lip. A self-reproach for her deep impulsiveness peeked through.
Gyeon stared at her intently, as if trying to gauge what led her to that conclusion.
Narrowing his eyes, which had been caressing his pronounced jawline, Gyeon decided to speak.
“Alright. But in return, Nam Yuin, you have to do what I want.”
“…”
“Don’t meet that friend alone anymore.”
“Ji Han?”
“Yes.”
“But that’s…”
Gyeon hummed, his lazy eyes briefly scanning Yuin before moving on. A momentary glance, seemingly harmless, conveyed a silent pressure for not hesitating.
He’s truly talented at dominating and suppressing others.
Still, Yuin thought it was too much to ask her not to meet her closest friend, even though they weren’t officially dating. Why would he want that? Wait…
Yuin blinked in realization as she turned back to Gyeon.
“You’re not… jealous, are you?”
Gyeon crinkled one eye in a playful smile.
“Probably.”
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
