“A new competitor for Choi Yeoreum, huh.”
Gangyeol grumbled.
“You said you weren’t interested, hyung.”
Seokjin also took a jab.
A dull ache spread around Taeseok’s solar plexus. The name, always catching him off guard, made his heart twinge.
Choi Yeoreum.
His heartbeat accelerated.
‘I must have heard wrong. Must be someone with the same name. Surely not.’
“……Who’s the writer?”
“A newcomer, Choi Yeoreum. Very passionate, hands-on with casting. Small and pale, kinda cute.”
Gangyeol hesitantly admitted she was cute, seemingly bruised by being rejected for the casting.
Small and cute.
“What’s the drama called?”
“It’s called . A love triangle story, pretty interesting.”
“Yeoreum, what’s the title of this script?”
“Just a working title. . How does it sound?”
“Nice. Fits well.”
……The detailed eyes tracing his fingers, the laughter ringing out, the softness of our lips touching.
It was a project they completed together in a season when they were lovers.
Yes. Choi Yeoreum.
There couldn’t be another drama writer with the same name. Small and cute Choi Yeoreum.
Fist clenched with strength, a hollow laugh escaped. Anger or absurdity, he couldn’t tell.
Two years ago, the aspiring writer had become a drama writer. A very possible turn of events. He should have anticipated it. She always had a knack for blindsiding him. He blamed himself first for naively thinking she’d give up her dream out of the least bit of conscience.
It was ludicrous that the girl who callously played with and discarded a top star continued writing scripts.
“That writer’s getting good reviews.”
“Yeah. Popular. Among viewers and actors alike. The script is quite good.”
His heart, warmed up, nearly leaped out. The sound of bells clanged in his head. Taeseok, unable to calm down, downed a drink and shook his head. Choi Yeoreum, sickeningly enough.
If only he could carve her entirely from his memory. Especially today. Desperate to endure her birthday, he’d fled, only to have her name thrown at him here.
He pressed his temples.
“Headache?”
Someone asked worriedly, but he waved it off, pretending to be fine.
What to do? Taeseok clenched and unclenched his fist, thinking.
Choi Yeoreum was supposed to be in the States. Did she come back just for the drama, or to stay? No, when did she even return? He bitterly laughed, realizing he hadn’t noticed her openly walking around. Two years of shutting eyes and ears. Right, he should check with his manager, Mr. Hong, who likely knew.
She must have decided it was okay to come back, not minding if their paths crossed. A heavy stone seemed to press down on his heart. How easily she returned, as light and unprincipled as when she left.
His grip on the glass tightened, tendons bulging.
She should never have returned, never let her name reach his ears again.
‘What does she think I’ll do?’
Every day he struggled not to think of her, she mocked him with just her name. Taeseok’s twisted face rippled in his drink.
Just as he resolved to forget and live well.
“Taeseok, you okay?”
Observing Taeseok’s stiff expression, Wonwoo remarked,
“……Yes.”
He couldn’t possibly be okay. His entire body’s blood boiled at the mere mention of that three-letter name, feeling like a fool.
If he had known, he should have introduced Yeoreum to this gathering at least once.
He regretted not making at least one or two people aware of Yeoreum’s face and name while waiting for Eunho’s discharge. Surely then, someone would have told him, and he wouldn’t have been blindsided like this.
“You should look into recent works. It’s time to start working again, Taeseok.”
Pitying Taeseok for being unaware of the industry’s famous news, Wonwoo offered comfort again. Taeseok heard nothing.
“Give me one of those scripts.”
He intended to summon Manager Hong tomorrow morning for interrogation.
So much for living properly.
It felt like the second round had just begun.
It was perhaps expected that Taeseok would call his manager early the next morning to confront this unbelievable situation. The first person he needed to confront was his manager, a high school classmate, Hong Minwoo.
He was also Yeoreum’s college senior. Unintentionally, he was the one who connected Taeseok and Yeoreum.
As Taeseok waited, he looked at the script on the table, .
The script, carelessly thrown on the table after the previous night’s gathering, bore the name ‘Written by Choi Yeoreum’.
Oh, the impressive writer.
Taeseok’s gaze was direct, not concealing his anger and resentment. If it were a person, they would have surely flinched under that gaze as he grabbed the script.
“We’re making a drama with this script.”
He casually flipped through it.
He knew without reading. Damned owner of this script, Kim Minjun and Lee Seol as protagonists, Borah and Hyunjun’s unrequited love, two protagonists who reunite years later after a misunderstanding to fall in love again, and the ending scene at the beach!
Thud! The script was thrown onto the table.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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