The gazes of the two who had been bickering turned to Siwoo. Suddenly, Siwoo’s eyes, as big as a king’s droplets, widened, and his beak-like mouth rounded.
“Really?!”
“…….”
Jumping off the dining chair, Siwoo shouted in excitement.
“Mister! Really, really Siwoo’s Dad?!”
“Huh? Uh…”
Junghyuk, not expecting this, was also taken aback. Siwoo checked his place with a bounce.
“Wow! Really?! Really, really?!”
“Yeah. Really, really, really.”
Junghyuk willingly confirmed it several times. Then, he looked at Dajeong with a relieved smile. Dajeong, still clueless, had a blank expression.
Siwoo, who had been bouncing around, suddenly dashed into the living room. Then he grabbed Junghyuk’s clothes and asked.
“Is it true that you’re Siwoo’s dad? Really? Really?”
Siwoo, checking repeatedly and eagerly confirming, was extremely excited. Junghyuk, with his arms casually crossed, smirked leisurely.
“Really. I am Siwoo’s dad.”
“Wow!”
After confirming once again, Siwoo bounced away, running around the living room. His figure resembled a puppy running excitedly upon hearing the first snowfall.
“Mister! Siwoo’s dad is here!”
“Yeah, as I said, Siwoo’s dad is here.”
Dajeong took a shallow breath, relieved by the unexpected reaction, yet feeling somewhat empty.
Junghyuk, with a broad grin, looked at Dajeong.
“See? Yudajeong worries too much; that’s her flaw.”
At times, direct confrontation might be a faster way to solve problems. After hearing not-so-subtle remarks, even Dajeong’s face revealed a relieved, childlike smile.
While Siwoo was bouncing around the living room, there was no energy left to complain about the noise between the floors due to the relaxed atmosphere.
Suddenly, Junghyuk, who had risen from his seat as if he was carefree, went to the living room, lifted Siwoo like a sack, and embraced him on his side. Then, he slouched on the sofa, bit Siwoo’s soft cheek abruptly.
How much had he endured not to do this, a gesture almost impossible without being a dad?
Opening his mouth wide, he bit Siwoo’s cheek, making Siwoo burst into dolphin-like screams, resisting against the monster trying to eat him. Siwoo laughed heartily.
“Siwoo, is it fun?”
“Yes! It’s so fun!”
“Me too.”
Junghyuk responded calmly.
“Siwoo, try saying ‘Dad.'”
“Dad! Dadadadadada!!”
Junghyuk’s eyes overflowed with joy. Although he couldn’t devour this, he pretended to eat and tried to bite again. When Siwoo resisted, holding his stomach, it was almost like a howl.
Worried that the man might end up killing his son by doing this, Dajeong was concerned, but somehow, her concerns evaporated into disappointment.
Finally, Siwoo also got a dad.
It felt like overcoming a significant hurdle.
Dojun woke up at noon.
As consciousness returned, he felt a stinging sensation under his eyes. When he regained consciousness, he absentmindedly touched his face, remembering the injuries from yesterday’s beating. As he explored, he felt a slippery texture.
A band-aid?
A disposable band-aid was attached lengthwise over the wound.
Surely, he had returned as a ghost, but he hadn’t stuck the band-aid on himself. Guessing who might have done it wouldn’t be difficult. The problem was, if his guess was correct, the woman he saw last night shouldn’t be a ghost.
To confirm if his guess was correct, Dojun opened his tightly closed eyes and turned his gaze to the next seat. Just like last time, it seemed like Sukyung’s sleeping posture, curled up like a fetus, was her habit.
Blinking his eyes slowly, looking at the sleeping Sukyung’s face, Dojun closed his eyes again and chuckled. If the woman he saw yesterday wasn’t a ghost, then the dream he had last night also seemed not to be a dream.
When Sukyung opened her eyes after falling asleep, she tentatively rubbed her eyes because the face in front of her seemed unbelievable. Even after rubbing her eyes and looking again, the man lying next to her was Kwon Dojun.
Even after spending the night together, he was comfortably lying beside her, looking at her. He didn’t hastily put on his clothes and keep a distance like the first time. He didn’t clench his fists or waver, waiting for her to wake up. With a somewhat bewildered feeling, she blinked her eyes, and he responded by stretching a gentle smile across his lips. With wounds all over him.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Uh…”
Sukyung, who groaned briefly, quickly sat up. Then, this time, she picked up the scattered clothes left carelessly, keeping a distance from the bed and her clothes.
With a chuckle, Dojun lifted his upper body.
“Ms. Lee Sukyung, did you come to see me?”
“Well…”
Hesitant Sukyung, embracing the clothes she had picked up, turned away.
It was true that she had come to see him, but it wasn’t just to look at him, so Sukyung’s cheeks tightened.
Yesterday, she met friends and drank quite a bit. When she was drunk, inevitably, she wanted to see Kwon Dojun.
She came here impulsively, not just to see him. Even though she was drunk, she couldn’t refuse when the man she liked did this.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
