To the listener, it could be easily misunderstood as if Seo Taeseok couldn’t forget Choi Summer.
That couldn’t be it.
“You fool, Choi Summer. This fool.”
“…”
“Taeseok still hasn’t forgotten you. I knew it all along, and by now, that guy must understand his own heart too.”
Yes, it might be true that he hadn’t forgotten her. But the senior was wrong. It wasn’t affection he couldn’t forget, but rather a fixation on revenge.
That much was obvious from observing Seo Taeseok’s actions for just half a day.
‘Still, it’s nice to hear he still likes me.’
Just a fleeting, pleasant illusion.
It was impossible for him to still love her after all she did. Even an ordinary man wouldn’t, let alone Seo Taeseok.
The top actor in Korea, a Hallyu star with everything, Seo Taeseok. He’s no fool, certainly not a pushover, and enough time had passed to forget hundreds of times over.
It must have been just the persistence of revenge that kept him thinking.
“Tell me about you, Summer. You must have had it hard too.”
“Me?”
“Yes. You. Your story. We’ve only been talking about Taeseok.”
“Ah. Me.”
Summer hesitated for a long time.
What should she say?
She couldn’t tell him about the unbearable blackmail she faced at the meeting Ji-hyeonjeong called, how she agonized for a month before finally giving in and leaving.
“I just lived like that. Every day the same. You know.”
She swallowed her words.
“Nothing much to tell. Just lived boringly.”
She drank a lot but couldn’t bring herself to reveal her inner thoughts. She had forgotten how to speak her heart.
It was a night of accumulating glasses.
Taeseok, who had been mercilessly immersed in exercise, checked his phone after showering. No messages. Annoyance crept in.
Whether it was Manager Hong or Choi Summer, they should have sent some news after leaving like that.
“Crazy people.”
The shooting would soon start, and this meeting would end.
He had already lost a whole day, a precious chunk of his scarce time.
While brewing a cup of coffee, Taeseok looked out at the night view from the window. He still thought of Summer whenever he saw coffee.
She used to always have coffee while writing, even before they met. Back then, he would nag her about it, but now he had no idea how much she drank.
The lights on the Han River bridge twinkled in red.
“I should have forbidden her from drinking coffee at home. She used to drink it at least three times here.”
At the end of his thoughts, Choi Summer intruded again.
“Work, brain. Why does every thought lead to Choi Summer?”
But Taeseok’s brain, with its reasoning collapsed, only brought up Summer’s face even more vividly.
The white neckline he saw during the day sparked wild imaginations. He knew her body well – every expression she made, how she blushed, the words she uttered when bold.
Crazy.
Late at night, as his primal instincts stirred, his thoughts ran wild.
Insane.
“What a fool.”
He cursed himself and shook his head, but instead, his desire flared up like flames.
That’s when it happened.
Beep, beep. Beep, beep-beep.
Someone started entering the door lock code.
More precisely, it wasn’t just ‘someone’ but ‘Hong Minwoo.’ The only people who knew Taeseok’s home code were Manager Hong and Choi Summer.
Failing to get it right on the first try, someone was trying it two, three times, seemingly quite drunk.
Beep, beep. Beep, beep-beep.
Unable to wait, Taeseok walked to the front door. He carelessly opened it and then turned his back.
“What’s up? So noisy. If you’re drunk, go home.”
“Finally, it’s open.”
Reeking of alcohol, Manager Hong staggered in.
A guy who barely drank once or twice a year was now inebriated. Taeseok thought of scolding him but gave up. It was obvious he wouldn’t remember anything tomorrow. Taeseok knew Manager Hong’s drinking habits well.
‘He’ll ask tomorrow how he ended up here.’
But then.
Taeseok suddenly stopped in his tracks.
‘If he’s this drunk, what happened to Choi Summer?’
“Hong Manager, did you send Choi Summer home safely…”
“Hey, help!”
Manager Hong was groaning.
“Summer…”
Taeseok froze.
Choi Summer, with her hair tied up, wearing a white blouse and jeans just like he saw her earlier, was sitting asleep at the front door.
“Hey, Hong Minwoo. You…”
Struggling, Manager Hong supported Summer’s shoulder and moved her inside, then said,
“Your girlfriend’s drunk. Hiccup. I’m leaving.”
What exactly had they drunk, and how much of the night had they forgotten?
Manager Hong, who lost his memory when drunk, and Choi Summer, who fell asleep when drunk, had created an absurd conclusion.
Sigh.
The aroma of the strong coffee Taeseok had set aside wafted through the air.
One step. Two steps.
Taeseok slowly walked towards Summer and knelt to her level.
This wasn’t a scenario he had planned.
“Summer.”
A name he hadn’t called in a long time. Summer.
It sounded much rounder and softer than ‘Writer Choi Summer.’
Just then, the strap of Summer’s bag slipped off her shoulder. As Taeseok caught it, she fell into his embrace.
For the first time in two years, he held the real Choi Summer. Every cell in his body awakened and cried out. Taeseok’s heartbeat was no longer of this world.
Tonight, he was afraid he couldn’t hold onto his rationality.
Taeseok was afraid, not trusting himself.
The Male lead Always Seduces Her with His Beauty (Matriarchy)
Xin Jiao Zhou is the leader of the world’s premier sect. She has just experienced betrayal from all sides, was poisoned in an assassination attempt, and faced death squad attacks while the poison was taking effect. After finally clearing out the scum from her sect, she was drugged again while trying to detoxify.
After waking up from a night of unconsciousness, she gained a “beautiful and kind-hearted” husband.
Xin Jiao Zhou: “???”
He fell ill.
She came to see him, bringing breakfast.
As she put down the breakfast and was about to leave, his hand slipped while holding the spoon. “Clank!”
She turned around upon hearing the noise.
He looked up at her, his eyebrows drooping: “My hand… has no strength.”
“Shall I… feed you?” she asked tentatively.
He opened his mouth cheerfully: “Ah—”
Thinking she was drowning, he jumped in without hesitation to save her, but nearly drowned himself. In the end, it was she who swam over to rescue him, giving him air underwater.
After emerging from the water, his ear tips turned red. He lightly brushed his cheek, tucking his sideburns behind his ear, revealing delicate, pink-tinged ear tips. He lowered his gaze, too embarrassed to look at her.
Xin Jiao Zhou: He’s truly beautiful, kind-hearted, and adorable.
A certain someone when disciplining subordinates behind the scenes: “If they don’t obey, just kill them.”
What’s that? She might already have someone she cares about in her heart? A certain someone: Find out who it is, kill them, and then there won’t be anyone.
What? She met a man by the riverside? What? That man even hurt her? A certain someone: Whichever hand hurt her, chop off his entire arm.
Love at first sight without realizing it, gradually falling in love, slowly getting closer…
Family and national grudges, schemes and desires, good and evil, crime and punishment, she and he face the future together, seeking justice with passion!
A naturally dark female lead who could accidentally destroy the world but is actually an honest person VS a weak, pitiful, and helpless but skilled fighter, beautiful white-cut black male lead
My heart is not of stone, how steadfast is your love? — Tao Yuanming “Imitating the Ancients (No. 3)”
— Reading Guide —
Cold female lead & dramatic black lotus with hidden yandere traits male lead
