The Season of Prettiest You (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
The door slammed shut behind them.
Yeoreum shivered slightly. Taeseok let out a soft chuckle. There was a time when her deer-like fragility used to work on him—back when he worshipped this woman like a goddess, and even the slightest flicker in her eyes would make his heart drop.
All that was in the past now.
“Hello, Choi Yeoreum.”
Over the years, Taeseok had been furious, with no outlet for his anger, so he’d gnawed at himself to suppress it. But now, a clear, tangible target stood right before him—the beautiful prey who’d willingly leapt into the net he’d slowly prepared.
She didn’t respond.
When Taeseok took a step forward, she simply stepped back another. Judging by the wall behind her, she had only about three steps left before she’d be cornered. He was curious to see how she’d react once her back touched it. So he took another step.
He gazed down silently at Yeoreum as she retreated another step.
Her neat, chestnut-brown hair was pulled into a single tidy bun, and her lashes were lowered demurely. Demure, my ass—inside, a hot lump of emotion welled up, but she forced it down.
“You should greet me properly.”
Perhaps due to the lighting, her eyes looked steeped in sorrow. Her camellia-red lips remained as luscious as ever, and her pale skin appeared fragile enough to flush at any moment. Her hands, unsure where else to go, clung tightly to each other.
“…What on earth are you doing?”
Gone was the timid job-seeking chick he remembered—now she looked like an intelligent news anchor.
Not the innocent rabbit who used to giggle brightly, but a seasoned professional who’d grown used to filtering her words multiple times before speaking them aloud.
She felt both unfamiliar and familiar at once, creating an oddly layered atmosphere. In that moment, he truly felt just how long two years really was.
“Is that your idea of a greeting?”
And yet, she was still beautiful.
Choi Yeoreum, now 28, was even more beautiful than Taeseok had imagined—unexpectedly so.
“What are you doing, barging into someone else’s drama like this?”
Yeoreum lifted her head defiantly, struggling to steady her trembling fingers. She reminded him of a tiny kitten, standing its ground in front of a huge threat and foolishly baring its claws—Taeseok couldn’t help but smirk. Those trembling fingers really needed to calm down before she said anything else.
“You’re still as insolent as ever. Not even a proper hello.”
“Why would you even do this?”
“You didn’t say goodbye when you left, and now you won’t even greet me. Ah. I guess you were just always rude. Seriously.”
As Taeseok took another step forward, Yeoreum’s back finally hit the wall. Her pupils visibly trembled. Her lost hands instinctively brushed against the wall once.
Up close, her eyes were filled with wariness—and somewhere deep within those fathomless eyes, a faint, incomprehensible sadness lingered. Taeseok wondered why the one who’d walked away had the gall to look at him with such sorrow.
He’d enjoyed imagining what expression Choi Yeoreum would have when they met again—but among all the possibilities he’d pictured, sadness hadn’t been one of them. He was utterly flabbergasted.
“You picked the wrong person to mess with.”
“What do you even…?”
“You should’ve been prepared for this when you left me.”
Taeseok growled lowly. Yeoreum merely twitched her lips slightly, too cautious to speak. Taeseok stepped even closer.
“What do you think this drama’s title will be?”
“That’s basic informati—”
Taeseok whispered coldly,
“You probably think it’ll be called ‘Hold My Hand.’ Check the news tomorrow. This drama is simply ‘The Seo Taeseok Drama.’ Seo Taeseok is the title, and Seo Taeseok is the story.”
“…”
“I’m rewriting Lee Hyunjun’s script exactly how I like it. Clear your schedule from now on.”
“…What the hell are you even doing?”
Shock washed over Yeoreum’s face, tears welling up in her eyes like she might collapse any second. Taeseok smiled innocently, satisfied he’d provoked the exact reaction he’d wanted.
“Ruining you.”
“Move. I’m leaving.”
As Yeoreum tried to pass him, Taeseok blocked her with his shoulder. She was now trapped between him and the wall. Her mention of leaving only provoked him further, narrowing the space between them even more. Realizing her mistake too late, regret flashed across her face.
Regret.
Taeseok found himself wondering whether Choi Yeoreum was even capable of feeling something like regret.
“If you were going to come back, you should’ve stayed low and hidden. Why provoke me by showing your face?”
“What’s your reason? It’s all in the past…”
“With whom?”
“…”
“Tell me, Choi Yeoreum. Whose past are you talking about?”
Taeseok reached out and lifted her chin. Unintentionally, she found herself looking up at him. Staring directly into her eyes, he spoke firmly.
“Let me make something perfectly clear. I never agreed to our breakup.”
Her eyes filled with shock. She’d always been terrible at hiding even a single expression.
“Whether I accept your unilateral announcement and disappearance as a breakup—that’s entirely my choice.”
Taeseok had set the wheel of fate turning again. The long-still wheel groaned as it slowly began to roll forward once more.
“And I’ve decided not to agree.”
With that declaration—tantamount to a declaration of war—Yeoreum’s eyes turned cold.
She couldn’t understand the audacity of this man who’d never looked for her but was now acting so shamelessly. And worse, she absolutely refused to let those buried memories resurface, no matter what.
“Enough with the games.”
Yeoreum sharply slapped Taeseok’s arm away and turned her head aside. She probably meant to create as much distance as possible—but instead, the slender line from her earlobe down to her collarbone was fully exposed to his gaze.
“From now on, I’ll do things my way. You’re not the only one allowed to act however you please.”
Taeseok kept his eyes locked on her, his voice persistent.
“That means I’ll end things again—on my terms, when I want to. So watch yourself, Choi Yeoreum.”
“Does Representative Ji Hyeonjeong even know you’re acting this recklessly?”
That was the best question she could muster? It was so pathetic it almost made him laugh. An agency rep had no business meddling in an actor’s private affairs. Taeseok ignored her cleanly.
“If you don’t want this drama ruined, you’ll obey me without question. I’ll discard you properly in my own time.”
“…”
“You’re not an aspiring writer anymore, right? You’ve got social standing and plenty to lose. Be careful—one headline saying you toyed with and dumped Seo Taeseok, and your life is over.”
A tear finally rolled down Yeoreum’s cheek.
All the long, painful years she’d endured replayed like a panorama in her mind. She’d folded away that chapter of her life and lived like she was dead.
There were times she’d considered giving up her dreams in despair. She’d cried endlessly and suffered greatly. Now this man—who’d already destroyed her life once—was threatening to end it all over again. And she’d only just made up her mind to finally love her own life.
A burning lump settled in her chest. Taeseok glanced dispassionately at the floor, then looked back at her.
“Of course. Mention your life ending, and you finally react.”
Taeseok reached out and pulled her chin back toward him. He forced their eyes to meet and held her gaze steadily. Her quiet breathing was audible. The eyes and lips he’d always praised as beautiful filled his vision exactly as he remembered.
He wasn’t generous enough to forgive her.
Nor had he loved her carelessly enough to simply forget.
At that moment, Taeseok felt both the urge to strangle Yeoreum’s neck and the impulse to kiss her as if nothing had ever happened—precisely because she kept putting on that hopelessly naive expression.
“Choi Yeoreum.”
A petite woman who barely reached his shoulder.
His eyes repeatedly lingered on and tore away from her trembling red lips and delicate neck, as if unable to decide.
Just as his breathing deepened, Taeseok finally released her face—and in the same motion, snatched the phone from her hand.
He quickly typed in his number and hit call.
“Save it.”
The phone, now forced to contain his number, was returned to its owner.
“When I call, you’ll come running immediately—no matter what.”
Taeseok spun on his heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. His fingertips tingled. Just that brief touch while handing back her phone had stirred a boiling sensation in his gut. He told himself he’d never fall for her again—but even so, his eyes had held a strangely tender look.
It was their first face-to-face meeting in so long, and his emotions were swinging wildly.
Only his familiar scent remained in the empty waiting room after he left. Yeoreum stood still, trying to steady her breath. If she could, she’d pull the tangled thoughts from her mind with her own hands and unravel them one by one.
She’d believed everything had returned to its proper place. She’d buried Seo Taeseok in her heart and achieved her dreams. Just as that life was finally becoming perfect, he reappeared and tore it all apart again.
She clenched her empty fists tightly.
‘What on earth is he trying to do?’
She’d never imagined they’d meet through a project. She wouldn’t have cast Seo Taeseok even if she could—and realistically, she never could have. She was just a rookie writer, while Seo Taeseok was an actor who belonged in the heavens.
All the hard work she’d poured into rebuilding her life came crashing down in an instant.
“Let me make something perfectly clear. I never agreed to our breakup.”
That dangerous voice.
“Obey me without question. I’ll discard you properly in my own time.”
Seo Taeseok would ruin Choi Yeoreum. Amidst the chaos, that much was crystal clear to her. He wanted revenge.
‘But why?’
He’d had more than enough time for revenge. For two whole years, he’d done absolutely nothing—so why start talking about revenge only now? Could he really have deliberately waited for her moment of greatest success before approaching her?
Yeoreum walked out. Even if escape was impossible, she had to fight with everything she had. Leaving the waiting room, she pushed through the crowd of staff and equipment until she stood before Director Lee.
“Senior.”
“Writer Choi. Did you meet Seo Taeseok? Did you discuss the script? Make sure it fits well.”
“No.”
Yeoreum opened her heavy eyes, exhaustion and a sigh mingling in her gaze.
She’d done everything possible to cut Seo Taeseok out of her life. She’d thrown away her entire phone, changed her number, abandoned all her belongings, and fled her home in a hurry. She’d hidden in a seaside village for half a year. Even that hadn’t been enough—she’d lived dependent on sleeping pills.
She’d already paid enough penance over the years for abandoning Taeseok, who’d begged her not to leave.
“I hate Seo Taeseok, Senior. I won’t do it.”
“…Huh? What did you say?”
Director Lee, who’d been reviewing the assistant director’s notes and schedule, widened his eyes in disbelief and stared at Yeoreum again.
“What did you just say?”
“I said I won’t work with Seo Taeseok. I hate him.”
Director Lee waved off the assistant director.
“This was all already settled. You agreed yourself. Are you really going to pay the full penalty fee, Writer Choi?”
“I only agreed because I didn’t know it was Seo Taeseok!”
Director Lee cleared his throat awkwardly before replying,
“Come on, you’re someone who should know better. Honestly, when will we ever get a chance like this in our lives? Even if he’s hard to deal with, just grit your teeth and endure it for six months like you’re dead.”
“No. I really don’t want t—”
“It’s not just about the contract—it’s already been broadcast live worldwide. And let’s be honest, who’s better for the role of Lee Hyunjun than Seo Taeseok? Is there anyone better? Even Seo Taeseok said that role belongs to him.”
Yeoreum was speechless.
She hadn’t expected him to go that far. Yes—that character had been half-jokingly modeled after Seo Taeseok by her: his personality, physique, fashion sense, and even his speech patterns were copied in. But it was just a supporting role, so she’d assumed it wouldn’t draw much attention.
Yet he remembered—and claimed it as his own. She couldn’t understand why he’d remember something like that.
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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