The moment his long fingers touched her pallid cheeks, her frightened, crouched body jolted in surprise.
“Ah, it hurts…”
A faint whimper emerged from her trembling lips. As he soothingly stroked her cheeks, her curledup body seemed to shrink even further.
It was a pitiful sight, akin to a snail that had lost its shell.
“It’s alright. I won’t hurt you.”
His voice was tranquil and gentle, whispering softly. Perhaps due to the relief his voice provided, Yoo Da Jung’s breath gradually steadied.
“It’s okay.”
His tender fingers traced her wet eyes and cheeks.
“It’s okay, Yoo Da Jung.”
Her eyes fluttered open as her name was murmured almost dreamlike.
Tears rolled down her face, landing with a plop on the bridge of her nose.
Da Jung’s blurry vision chased after the diffuse light. Her lips, moist with tears, muttered aimlessly.
“…I’m scared.”
“It’s okay. No one can scare you now.”
“Really…?”
“Really.”
Despite his reassuring words, her moist eyes shook uneasily for a while. His large, kind hand covered her eyelids and forehead, blocking out the light.
“Sleep some more. Close your eyes.”
Her lashes fluttered worriedly against his palm before finally closing.
Long tears trailed down the corners of her eyes, lingering like the aftermath of fear.
The city was deeply shrouded in a dim water mist.
The sky, which had poured out a shower in the early morning to cool the heated earth, was dyed in a dark ink color.
Staring down at the gloomy landscape from the 52nd floor, Cha Jung Hyuk focused on the voice flowing out of his cell phone.
“No, I’ll go myself. Why do you ask? You seem reluctant. Don’t tell me you’re whining because you want to see my face as soon as you open your eyes. You’re not a pervert, are you?”
When he ended the call succinctly, the firmly closed bedroom door ominously opened, and a small figure that had been crawling out wiped its eyes.
It staggered across the living room without falling, resembling a drunken man or sleepwalker.
Halfasleep, it shuffled towards him and clumsily bent over. Its eyes were almost closed.
“Uh… Sir… Good morning.”
Even in its polite morning greeting, it clung to Cha Jung Hyuk’s legs like a cicada.
Embracing his leg like a maple tree, Yoo Shi Woo began to fall asleep again.
His mouth agape, and head tilted back, his neck swayed like a reed. Amid all this, his arms that clung to the leg were desperate.
With a slanted gaze, Cha Jung Hyuk silently observed this intriguing spectacle.
He wondered, wouldn’t it have been better for him to continue sleeping? After all, it was not even 7 o’clock yet, the kid had been too diligent.
His large hand grabbed Shi Woo’s head, aligning his neck straight.
“Yoo Shi Woo. Kids don’t get up this early.”
“Um… No, I need to… go to kindergarten…”
Judging from his mumbling, it was clear he wasn’t sleeping, and forgetting that he was on break, it was obvious he was sleeptalking.
With one hand, I hoisted his small chest and cradled him. Gently pressing his head down onto my shoulder, I turned towards the bedroom.
“Yoo Shi Woo, you’re on break. You can sleep in.”
“….”
I wrapped my arm around the back of his tiny head and spoke, but this time there was no reply. As I retraced my steps back to the bedroom, I glanced down to find he had already fully fallen asleep.
Seizing the opportunity of him asleep, I brushed my lips against his chubby cheek. The soft, pillowy feel made me smile.
I felt a desire to bite his cheek, but I suppressed it, fearing the sound might be worse than nails on a chalkboard to Yoo Da Jung.
Entering the bedroom, I laid him down on the bed and looked over to the other side. Yoo Da Jung was still curled up sleeping in one corner. She was a woman who didn’t know how to fully utilize the large bed.
I moved closer and touched her forehead. A hint of a fever and cold sweat seeped through. Often, in the wee hours, she would have seizures and cause a commotion. Now, she seemed much calmer.
My expression was heavy as I stroked her pale cheek.
It was because I had looked too deeply into Da Jung’s wounds. When I recall those scars, which had metastasized to me like a malignant tumor, my mood plummets endlessly.
Yet, at the same time, I also felt something quite the opposite. What should I say? Should I say it’s impressive, or maybe admirable?
Despite experiencing such events, her bravery was surprisingly enough as if nothing had happened. And then, later on, she would have seizures and suffer on her own.
Her inherent bravery was not enough to combat the shock and fatigue that her mind and body had endured.
She was a woman with an obsessive sense of independence. So much so, that she would even feel burdened by getting a free meal from someone.
Perhaps, she considered herself a burden and could not share her load with others.
Her bravery, stemming from the belief that she had to solve her problems independently to hold her head high, was akin to stubbornness.
To be honest, I wish Yoo Da Jung would lean on me just a bit. Then, I could do anything for her.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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