My Perfectly Flawed (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
Monday morning, with lectures starting early in the day.
Yu In opened her eyes before the alarm went off. She groggily sat up and checked her phone—she still had about thirty minutes to spare.
Still drowsy after waking, she grumbled and lay back down, wondering why she felt so tired despite having slept.
As she lazily scanned the alarms set for the night, she suddenly jolted in surprise, as if spotting a long, slender finger holding her phone.
In that instant, the rectangular object slipped from her loosened grip, smacked her cheek with a thud, and tumbled off the bed.
“Ouch!”
The sharp pain instantly jolted her awake. She clutched her face, stood up, and checked the mirror on her vanity—sure enough, her delicate skin had flushed bright red.
Groaning in discomfort, Yu In flopped onto her stool and glared resentfully at her phone, lying screen-down on the beige rug beneath the bed.
If not for that thing, she never would have had to see that bizarre man again—it was just a one-time, freak occurrence.
Yu In disliked anything unfamiliar; she always took the same routes and ate the same meals every day. To her, that strange man was like a wild animal suddenly leaping in front of a car speeding down a straight highway.
An unexpected, unsettling variable that threw all her calculations off balance.
“…….”
Though she disliked it, she’d gone along with what he wanted—simply because she’d felt genuinely grateful.
After all, he’d taken care of her while she was drunk and even returned her phone properly.
But the moment he’d uttered that nonsense about “Ms. Nam Yu In being special” in that overly lavish place while returning her phone, any sense of obligation or gratitude vanished completely.
No matter his intention, she knew she had to get away from him before he crossed any boundaries.
“……He really is a strange person.”
To Yu In’s way of thinking, it was utterly incomprehensible how someone could call another “special” after knowing them for barely a day and only knowing their name and neighborhood.
Besides, she knew absolutely nothing about him.
All she could say was that he was undeniably handsome, wore clothes and a watch that clearly cost a fortune, and had surprisingly cool skin when their fingers briefly brushed while returning her phone.
That was hardly different from a stranger whose coat sleeve you accidentally brush past on the street.
Yet, why had that man lingered so stubbornly and left such a vivid impression behind?
Enough for her to mull over it dazedly from the moment she woke up.
After sighing repeatedly and pushing her hair back, Yu In finally gave up and sprang to her feet.
Enough. Let’s just get ready for school.
****
Yu In prepared more busily than usual and arrived at school, focusing intently throughout her three-hour major class.
She took diligent notes and listened carefully to the professor’s drowsy voice, leaving no room for other thoughts. Gradually, the morning’s irritation faded away.
By the time class ended, her mood had lifted considerably, and she headed cheerfully toward the cafeteria, where her friends were waiting.
Strangely, only Ji Han was sitting at their usual spot.
“Oh, where’s Jae Hee?”
“She went to receive belated weekend congratulations.”
Instead of greeting her, Ji Han answered with a slight smile to Yu In’s question.
He naturally took her bag and offered his seat, but Yu In didn’t sit right away. Instead, she asked him,
“I’ll go get coffee. Do you want anything else?”
“You sit. I’ll go.”
“No, the standing person goes faster.”
Ji Han insisted, gently pulling Yu In’s arm to make her sit, then stood up with his card in hand.
“What would you like to drink?”
“Hmm… just an Americano.”
“Anything else?”
“Not really.”
“Alright, wait here.”
With a warm smile, Ji Han affectionately ruffled Yu In’s hair before turning toward the counter.
Watching his tall back move away, Yu In thought the saying “kindness can be a sickness” must have been coined specifically for Yoon Ji Han.
Still, that same gentle and considerate Yoon Ji Han occasionally showed surprising persistence and stubbornness—and last weekend had been exactly like that.
Not only had he left a message saying he was “unreachable at terrorism-level intensity,” but as soon as he somehow retrieved Yu In’s phone, he immediately called her. The moment she answered, he shouted—
Where are you? Why didn’t you answer? I was worried!
Yu In knew full well that if she’d honestly confessed everything that happened over the weekend, it wouldn’t just end with annoyance. So she resorted to a well-intentioned lie:
She omitted the suspicious man entirely and simply said she’d lost her phone at a club and later recovered it.
“What are you thinking about?”
Startled, Yu In turned her head to see Ji Han already back, placing a tray down with a thud and sitting across from her.
“Nothing… Why’d you get a sandwich and cake?”
“You have an afternoon class, right? Eat this for lunch.”
His pale hand placed a dainty plate and a steaming mug in front of Yu In, one after another.
“They just got this new cake today—I brought some for you to try. People say it’s delicious.”
He then slid over another plate, and to Yu In’s dismay, it held a strawberry shortcake topped with a plump, juicy strawberry.
Instantly, a strong sense of déjà vu stiffened Yu In’s body.
Her mind overlapped with yesterday’s memory—
the cake’s resemblance to the one served on the elegantly set private room table, and that deep, resonant voice urging her to try it because “it’s truly delicious.”
Heh. What kind of bizarre coincidence was this?
Yu In gripped the bear-shaped fork tightly, staring fixedly at the strawberry without moving. Ji Han, noticing her odd reaction, tilted his head and asked,
“What’s wrong? Don’t you like strawberries?”
“…No, it’s not that.”
Yu In pushed the fork back into Ji Han’s hand, avoiding his gaze.
“You eat it. I’m not hungry.”
Ji Han’s eyes widened slightly in surprise at her unusually curt reply, staring at her blankly.
Even as his gaze lingered, Yu In remained oblivious, too occupied chasing away thoughts of that strange man reappearing in her mind.
Ji Han watched silently as she shook her head and let out a heavy sigh. Slowly, the corners of his mouth turned downward until his lips pressed into a firm line.
His face, now shadowed like it was covered in faint storm clouds, spoke in a calm but flat tone:
“Are you really not going to eat? Your class ended late, didn’t it?”
“I’m fine.”
Yu In kept her eyes locked on her still-hot coffee and answered absently.
Ji Han, unable to look away from her, continued his questions:
“Did you get home alright Saturday? Did you take a taxi alone?”
“Yeah. I already told you on the phone yesterday.”
“Wasn’t your phone damaged anywhere?”
“No, it’s perfectly fine.”
“The person who found it wasn’t strange, was he? I heard some people won’t let go unless you offer them a reward or something.”
“…Well, he didn’t say much.”
“You should’ve called me first. I would’ve gone with you.”
“What for? I got it back fine.”
As the uncomfortable topic persisted, the thin straw swirling slowly in her mug began spinning faster and faster.
Why was Yoon Ji Han so full of questions today of all days? And why was her coffee still so damn hot?
Just as she was trying to suppress rising anxiety and unease, a calm voice called her name.
“Nam Yu In.”
“Yeah?”
“Did something happen to you yesterday?”
Startled, Yu In dropped the straw and finally turned to face him—only to find Ji Han’s usual gentle smile gone, replaced by a look of genuine worry.
Ah, had she been too obvious? Regret flashed through her. Instinctively avoiding his light-colored eyes, she pretended nonchalance.
“Why ask all of a sudden? What could possibly have happened?”
“Did something happen with the person who returned your phone?”
“…No? I just got my phone and left right away—what could’ve happened?”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Yu In’s eyes darted around as she nodded, then suddenly snatched the sandwich from the bear-eared plate.
Though she truly wasn’t hungry, she needed to do something—anything—to escape Ji Han’s growing suspicion.
Without tasting it, she chewed the lettuce as if grinding coarse sand between her teeth.
Seeing this, Ji Han frowned slightly, about to say something more—
when suddenly, tall and stylish, Jae Hee appeared with a large shopping bag in hand.
“Hey, girls! I’m here!”
Her loud entrance shattered the tension like a bridge abruptly severed mid-sentence—not just Ji Han’s suspicion but the entire conversation.
Relieved, Yu In immediately set down the sandwich she didn’t want to eat and greeted Jae Hee with a bright smile,
hoping Ji Han would quickly forget his concerns.
****
It was a sunny spring afternoon, sunlight pouring through the windows.
It was just past lunchtime—the perfect hour for any office worker to feel pleasantly drowsy.
Yet the man seated with the bright sun warming his back sat perfectly upright, staring at his monitor as if trying to pierce through it.
To any observer, he appeared as focused and passionate about his work as always—but in truth, the document on his screen hadn’t changed for a while, and his hand gripping the mouse remained exactly where it had been earlier.
Knock knock.
The sound of firm raps on the thick wooden door echoed through the office, but Ki Yeon gave no reply.
Without waiting for a response, the man entered as if accustomed to this routine, placed a file on Ki Yeon’s desk, and said,
“Director, here’s the material you requested this morning.”
“…….”
Ki Yeon remained as still and unresponsive as if he hadn’t heard a word—and in truth, he hadn’t been listening at all.
Had it been a week since he saw her? Or was it this week already?
He’d been so absurdly busy that he couldn’t even recall how much time had passed, yet her large, innocent eyes staring at him remained vividly imprinted in his mind.
And they kept intruding into his thoughts at the most random moments—
during meetings, halfway through receiving reports, even abruptly in the middle of discussions.
The girl—whose face now seemed increasingly beautified in his memory, growing more and more unlike Nam Yu Jin—kept making him want to see her slightly frowned, lovely expression once again.
Why did he want to see her? Why? No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t figure it out himself.
Just as he was floundering in thoughts of Nam Yu In, an annoying sound snapped him back to reality.
“And Producer Park from KRS called again today. It’s probably about Ms. Nam Yu Jin’s drama casting.”
“I already told you to inform them it’s not happening.”
“Yes, I did—but he insists on speaking with you directly—”
Haa.
A cold sigh cut off the man’s words.
Though Ki Yeon’s face, slightly turned toward him, remained expressionless, his voice carried a sharp edge.
“So what do you expect me to do? Call him myself and tell him it’s not happening?”
He hated reversing decisions he’d already made, and today, in his particularly foul mood, his domineering aura naturally overwhelmed the other man into breathless submission.
The chill emanating from him filled the room, but the man merely lowered his eyes quietly, as if such moments were routine.
“I’m sorry.”
“If you’re done, leave.”
Ki Yeon’s piercing gaze returned to the monitor, and the man gave a brief nod before turning to leave.
But just as he was told to go, Ki Yeon suddenly stopped him.
“Wait.”
“Yes, Director?”
“There’s that girl.”
“Excuse me? Who do you mean?”
The moment “that girl” left Ki Yeon’s lips, a crack appeared in Jin Seok’s usual stoic expression—his dependable secretary was slightly taken aback by hearing such a phrase from his boss for the first time.
Ki Yeon ignored Jin Seok’s surprise and continued calmly.
“Nam Yu Jin’s younger sister.”
“Ah, yes.”
Seeing Jin Seok’s reluctant response, Ki Yeon—uncharacteristically—hesitated slightly.
He’d clearly agreed with her soft-voiced plea never to see her again. They weren’t supposed to have any reason to meet.
What possible connection could there be between him and Nam Yu In, the sister of a talent under his management?
If not for that hallway encounter, they would’ve remained strangers—perhaps until Nam Yu Jin’s contract ended and she left the agency, or even until she retired from acting entirely.
“Wasn’t she a Seonhyeon University student?”
“Yes. I heard she’s in the Department of Korean Language and Literature, now in her fourth year.”
Ki Yeon fell silent for a moment.
He still didn’t understand what this longing to see her truly meant. Like the frozen document on his screen, it remained unresolved, stuck in place for days on end.
Would seeing her again—seeing that pale, fair face—help him understand this inexplicable frustration?
Only the rhythmic tapping of his index finger on the desk filled the silence—tap, tap—until Jin Seok, standing quietly, finally asked,
“Why are you like this?”
“Do I have any free time in my schedule this week?”
Jin Seok’s calm eyes, fixed on Ki Yeon, flickered briefly with uncertainty before settling again as he replied,
“Tomorrow evening is free.”
“Tomorrow? Isn’t that the day of the company-wide meeting?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“Not that day. Any day I can clear from the afternoon?”
“There aren’t any this week.”
Ki Yeon’s brows furrowed faintly.
He’d never complained about his impossibly packed schedule since joining the company—in fact, he was known for being an unusually dedicated workaholic who actively sought out more tasks.
Yet for the first time, all those relentless, work-filled days felt suffocating.
All because of one small, pale girl.
“Director… could it be…”
“…….”
“…because of Ms. Nam Yu Jin’s younger sister?”
The tapping finger abruptly stilled.
Ki Yeon’s sharp, veiled gaze locked onto Jin Seok.
“Secretary.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t pry into my personal life.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just… if it’s truly because of Ms. Nam Yu Jin’s younger sister, you might want to reconsider.”
“…….”
Jin Seok had said something similar when he’d seen Ki Yeon carrying the unconscious Yu In out of the bar.
Back then, Ki Yeon had brushed it off—he’d helped her without personal motives, so it hadn’t mattered. But now, things were different.
His secretary was jumping to conclusions without him even saying Nam Yu In’s name, and even warning him preemptively not to do something—it infuriated him.
“Mind your own business and just do the tasks I assign you properly.”
It was a clear message: no further interference would be tolerated.
After a brief hesitation, Jin Seok left the office with a quiet acknowledgment.
Alone again in the quiet office, Ki Yeon skimmed through the file Jin Seok had left behind, then quickly tossed it onto the pile of papers.
His thoughts remained tangled, refusing to settle.
He knew Nam Yu Jin’s personality better than Jin Seok did—and of course, he knew how much she cared for her younger sister.
Was it really that strange to just want to see her face once? He wasn’t even planning to do anything.
What could possibly happen between him and a mere college girl?
Ki Yeon simmered inwardly, frustrated yet unable to understand why he felt so restless.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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