She hadn’t told anyone, but Yeong had been a fan of Ji-hyeok since her school days. She actively participated in fan clubs and fan cafes.
Though she hadn’t counted, it must have been about eight years. She had liked Ji-hyeok since he began with minor roles, so she thought of herself as almost his first fan.
She felt like she had finally become a true fan, getting to co-star with him.
“Yeong-ah, what coffee do you want?”
“Ah, I’ll have an iced Americano.”
“What about you, Noona?”
“Me too.”
She smiled inwardly watching Ji-hyeok take the orders diligently. She hoped for a day she could confess. She wished her introverted nature would someday give her courage.
“Did you two become close while volunteering?”
“Yeah. Let’s go together when you’re free.”
“Okay.”
The three took their coffees and walked back to the meeting room.
“Noona, want to see more pictures of Jjong? He’s grown a lot and started chewing on furniture.”
Summer laughed, finding it cute.
“You should walk him more often. It’ll get worse if you don’t.”
Yeong’s feelings for Summer, which she hadn’t expressed, were growing.
Initially, she was just glad to see him often, but her feelings kept growing. Every moment with Ji-hyeok was precious to Yeong. Even now, as the three of them walked together.
To Yeong, intoxicated with love, the whole world looked beautiful like colorful balloons. She was just happy that Summer and Ji-hyeok got along so well, unaware of where his heart was.
Even painful love always starts in rosy hues.
And the love that starts again was also rosy. Taeseok realized once more that the feelings he harbored were far from small, and he was feeling dejected.
Sitting alone in the empty meeting room, tapping on the table, he was lost in thought.
He hadn’t noticed it at home, but outside, it felt like enemies were everywhere.
More than half of the drama staff were men, and half of those were single. He couldn’t even count how many were sending sly, sticky glances at Summer.
And what about Cheon Ji-hyeok, who blatantly stared?
He crushed an empty water bottle.
The biggest problem was Choi Summer.
The glimpse of her figure while picking up her wallet was enough to make a man’s heart race. Even though it wasn’t a big exposure, Taeseok almost lost his reason.
Why didn’t she button up her blouse completely?
He couldn’t understand why she left two buttons undone. Were buttons not meant to be fastened? Was she too busy or lazy? Didn’t she know her skin was pale and delicate?
As the chilly season approached, he thought recommending turtlenecks would be good.
With these thoughts, when Summer entered the meeting room, his gaze couldn’t be positive. Taeseok glared at Summer persistently until the meeting ended.
“Good work, everyone!”
Finally able to escape Taeseok’s view, Summer quickly packed her things. He looked displeased again. Experience told her that fleeing was the best option.
“Noona.”
But Ji-hyeok gently grabbed Summer’s arm.
“Let me buy you dinner. I promised last time. I’m hungry.”
Summer stared at Ji-hyeok’s brightly smiling face. His pure face with a hint of coquettishness in his tone. She thought anyone would smile back at such a face. Cheon Ji-hyeok was the perfect younger man, exactly as his concept pushed.
No wonder he had so many older female fans.
“But I’m not feeling well today.”
Summer said with an awkward expression. It wasn’t a refusal but the truth. Her stomach had been upset because Taeseok had been glaring so much.
“Really. I’ve been feeling nauseous since earlier. And my head hurts too.”
“Your head? Why? Do you have a fever?”
“It’s true. I’ve been feeling nauseous since earlier. My head hurts too.”
“Your head? Why? Do you have a fever?”
Ji-hyeok touched Summer’s forehead in surprise. Fortunately, she didn’t have a fever.
“Lucky you don’t have a fever.”
Ji-hyeok looked at Summer’s face intently before speaking.
“Then, instead of eating. Let’s go to my place.”
Taeseok, still tapping the table with his fingers and deep in thought, overheard this conversation clearly. He saw every bit of Cheon Ji-hyeok’s brotherly approach and natural physical contact.
Look at that guy.
What does a headache have to do with a fever?
‘Showing off.’
Ji-hyeok’s hand was still holding Summer’s arm from earlier, a highly concerning scene.
However, Taeseok remained seated because he was certain Summer would say ‘yes.’ He wanted to hear her refusal before comfortably standing up.
“Huh? Let’s go. We went straight there last time too.”
Ji-hyeok spoke again, and Summer gave a faint smile before responding reluctantly.
“Okay, fine. Let’s go.”
Taeseok exploded.
Bang!
He threw his chair as if to break it and stood up abruptly, muttering curses under his breath.
‘Where are you going? With two blouse buttons undone.’
Taeseok strode towards Summer.
“Writer Choi Summer.”
Summer stepped back, intimidated by his presence.
“Writer Choi. I’m calling you.”
“Yes.”
“You’re not seriously thinking of just going like this, are you?”
“Yes?”
“If you have a conscience. You shouldn’t go.”
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
