The Kiyeon that Yoo In envisions is a perfect man, characterized by calmness, politeness, a relaxed and restrained demeanor, as well as wit and a playful spirit, making him flawless and irresistible.
However, as the depth of their acquaintance increased, Yoo In gradually realized that there were overlooked aspects about Kiyeon.
For example, moments like this:
“Welcome. I’ll show you to your seat.”
The restaurant staff, welcoming Yoo In with kindness and a smile, hesitated upon seeing him. It was a brief moment that even Yoo In almost didn’t notice.
The staff, with a service-oriented face, guided the two to a private room. From the moment Kiyeon returned from his phone call, the table server changed.
Such things were trivial, and on another day:
“Is it fun?”
“Yes. Isn’t it interesting for you too?”
“No, I’m having fun too.”
Yoo In, who was visiting an automatic theater for the first time and was completely absorbed in the highly anticipated screening, almost missed the early part of the movie. Kiyeon, who claimed the movie was fun, not only failed to concentrate on the screen but also continued to touch Yoo In’s hand or playfully poke him, showing no signs of stopping the teasing.
Eventually, Yoo In, who had almost missed the beginning, sighed and asked, “Director, aren’t you watching the movie? You said it was fun.”
“It’s not as fun when you’re not paying attention to something else next to me. Let’s not watch the movie anymore.”
Even though the reason for the joke was too absurd, the words that followed, softly spoken while the tongue was still attached, carried a more profound meaning.
“I thought it would be comfortable because I wouldn’t have to worry about anything.”
The exact meaning of this could only be vaguely understood once he returned home. When Kiyeon was with Yoo In, he avoided mingling with the crowd and shied away from opportunities to encounter strangers.
In addition, the day he truly realized that Kiyeon’s words, “Don’t think about anything else in front of me,” were not a joke.
Yoo In was curious about the intention behind this and pondered whether to call it unusual or to acknowledge it as something special.
On the day when Yoo In brought up this matter, they were at a fountain park slightly away from downtown. Despite it being daytime on a weekend, there were very few visitors.
“There aren’t many people. It seems they all went somewhere nice because of the good weather.”
“It’s nice because there aren’t many. Quiet and not noisy.”
“Sometimes it’s better when there are more people. If you hide in the midst of them, no one can find you. It’s like utilizing the dark psychology under the lantern.”
It was a joke tossed around as usual, but for some reason, Kiyeon had a complex and subtle expression.
Thinking he might have said something incomprehensible, Yoo In quickly added, feeling awkward:
“Because Director said he would protect me.”
Only then did the rigid eyes, hardened like plaster, gently soften.
“Well, that’s natural. But, Yoo In.”
“Yes?”
Kiyeon suddenly stopped walking, and Yoo In, whose hand he was holding, also stopped.
Kiyeon was dressed in an endlessly harmful ivory knit rather than the stiff armor-like suit that usually protected him. However, due to his tall stature and broad, sturdy shoulders, he still exuded the usual distinctive aura.
His solid upper body bent flexibly, and a warm breath touched Yoo In’s ear.
“Why bother thinking about breathing? Come to me.”
“……Ah.”
In an instant, the fine hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Although it was a low, gentle, and pleasant voice, it sent a shiver down Yoo In’s spine.
“The destination for Nam Yoo In is always me. Don’t forget that.”
“……. ”
“And if you have a place you want to go, just say it. Don’t go around saying it in a roundabout way.”
Did he know the feeling of losing everything and being completely defeated? Yoo In felt exactly like that.
“Understood?”
“……Yes.”
“You’re good at answering.”
Kiyeon chuckled and lightly flicked the tip of Yoo In’s nose with his long finger.
As he touched the slightly painful tip of his nose, the man who smiled as fresh as a blue early summer wrapped his shoulders around Yoo In and asked very affectionately, “So, what do you want to eat for dinner, Mr. Nam Yoo In?”
This was one of those moments when Jaehee’s words, who said it wouldn’t be easy to meet someone as a first date partner, resonated deeply.
It rose, flowed quickly, and then instantly dried up. Even though it seemed like everything was hidden, everything was revealed. Do Kiyeon was an enigma, impossible to fathom.
No matter how Yoo In racked his brains, even if he calculated the odds, he had a strong intuition that he would never catch up to this man who was not one step ahead but about ten steps ahead.
However, ironically, despite all that, it was a forced sprout that, despite struggling, grew robustly, rooted firmly, and thrived.
Yoo In’s feelings toward Kiyeon were like that. Slow but robust, small but solid.
“Yoo In.”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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