Though she was at fault, she wasn’t a parasite.
Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, she couldn’t be sure, but this place was Jeju.
Though she had impulsively committed the act, she didn’t want to waste the month given to her.
Whether it was parasitism, symbiosis, or independence, she wanted to be a different Kim Ji An a month from then.
In the early morning, Dan Woo, who was awakened by a sound, tossed and turned until he heard the sound of a car engine.
For some reason, he felt that the woman wouldn’t find another accommodation.
He tried to think of a reason, but fell asleep again.
Awakened by the smell of food, Dan Woo groggily scolded Tae Yoon.
“You! What are you doing this early in the morning?”
Fully awakened, Dan Woo laughed in disbelief, hand on his forehead.
The one who had woken him up wasn’t Tae Yoon.
It seemed the woman who left the house at dawn had returned.
In the middle of the stairs connected to the first floor. From where he sat, with a view of the kitchen, he could see Ji An.
She was cooking this morning.
With her hair neatly rolled up into a bun, she seemed busy in front of the sink.
Feeling his gaze, Ji An unknowingly turned her head toward the stairs.
The voice that extended the greeting first sounded familiar, as if they had known each other for a long time.
“Hello.”
Folding one of his outstretched legs, Dan Woo nodded.
Scratching his forehead with his index finger, he rose and stepped into the kitchen, casting a brief glance at the pot on the induction stove.
Cut into reasonable sizes, cabbage and sweet pumpkin were boiling with silvery hairtail.
His head tilted at an angle.
‘Hairtail soup?’
As the electric rice cooker made a hissing noise and steam spewed out, the savory smell of rice spread through the air.
“Do you want to have breakfast together?”
Dan Woo, looking back at Ji An, chuckled. It was because of the spoon stuck in her round bun.
She really was extraordinary.
Fluttering her eyebrows, she added.
“I made hairtail soup!”
Her words stretched out, in case he might reject the offer to eat together.
“I saw the sunrise at Seongsan Ilchulbong. On the way down, I stopped by the dawn market and saw some hairtail, so I thought I’d try making hairtail soup. Jeju is famous for its hairtail. But, Mr. Dan Woo! Did you know? Halla Mountain is only open for night hiking on January 1st, and only for those who apply.”
Dan Woo was annoyed by her verbose and disorganized words, and her busy eyes looking for somewhere to land.
He scratched his forehead with his index finger, as if his nerves were located there.
Finally, he raised his palm and cut her off.
“It was good, wasn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“It looks like it.”
What could have been a lengthy story from Ji An ended in a single syllable. She pulled at her lower lip, and her voice was sullen.
“I talked too much this morning.”
At that moment, Dan Woo covered his mouth with his fist and chuckled. It was because the spoon stuck in Ji An’s hair caught his eye again.
His eyes were clear when he laughed, contrasting with his cool expression.
Fortunately, he wasn’t angry.
Looking up at him, Ji An asked again. She knew better than anyone how tasteless it was to eat alone.
“Would you like to eat together?
Dan Woo, who looked across the annex, nodded.
“Sure. Let’s eat together.”
“Really? Thank you. I really hate eating alone. I was nervous you might refuse. If you sit down, I’ll serve the soup first.”
This time, he didn’t interrupt her, but listened quietly to her words.
Ji An’s eyes, hidden behind her lips, were long and curved, it seemed like an overreaction to be so pleased.
Dan Woo’s eyes widened as he took a spoonful of hairtail soup.
Contrary to the clear broth, a spicy taste swirled around the tip of his tongue, and it was surprisingly tasty.
Across from him, Ji An’s words continued.
“I did bring some seasoning from home, but it doesn’t seem to have a deep flavor since it’s not the kitchen I usually use.”
“It’s delicious.”
“That’s why I added a little MSG.”
“Ah!”
Ji An, who had layered the hairtail meat on top of squash and cabbage leaves, asked as she scooped up a spoonful.
She silently laughed, tightly clutching her hands and trembling slightly.
“It’s delicious.”
Watching her, Dan Woo smiled.
A memory of a longago morning meal with his mother surfaced, making one corner of his heart ache slightly.
The landscape in his memory was a deck drenched in bright sunlight, and his mother’s smiling face.
Looking down at his soup bowl, he asked.
“Not many people know hairtail soup. Are you good at cooking?”
“I do a bit, but I’m not very good. I haven’t found what I’m good at yet.”
“Don’t you have something you like?”
“I like a lot of things, but I’m not good at anything.”
Dan Woo raised an eyebrow and nodded.
“Something you like can also be something you’re good at. Think about it.”
Dan Woo, who had risen with his nowempty rice bowl, added.
“I should do the dishes. As a payment for breakfast.”
Dan Woo, who had volunteered to do the dishes, cast his gaze towards the stainless steel seasoning bottles on the counter.
Was it the seasoning she had brought? How adorable.
It was a morning made unexpectedly cheerful by such trivial things.
After finishing the dishes, he leaned against the sink and looked out into the yard.
Beyond the window connected to the kitchen, Ji An was visible, deeply seated in a duck chair.
“Not even knowing to be afraid of people.”
Unlike the withered winter grass, she was a person with bright energy. If only her way of speaking wasn’t so wary.
Ring.
With his gaze still fixed on Ji An, Dan Woo turned on his phone, only then lowering his gaze.
“[If you’ve enjoyed your breakfast, you can leave now. Sir.]”
“[Wait for thirty minutes.]”
“[Why?]”
“[Because I like it. I haven’t felt like this in a while.]”
After putting down his phone, he looked at the yard again. The sky that had been clear until yesterday was now cloudy.
Dan Woo’s gaze naturally took in Ji An.
Rising from the duck chair, Ji An sat on the elevated deck with her knees drawn up and stared quietly at the winter grass.
She tilted her head, looked at the sky, lazily closed her eyes, and smelled the scent of the incoming wind.
Jeju had a smell of the sea in the wind.
She put on her sturdy slippers and stepped into the cold winter yard and walked slowly.
She couldn’t help but smile at the sound from the yellow, dried winter grass.
Dan Woo, who had been leaning against the sink, stood up and approached the window.
“A gray wall seems different with a person in it.”
His heart felt ticklish because of the woman in his view, but he forced himself to attribute it to Jeju.
“Must be because it’s Jeju.”
In front of the stairs leading to the second floor, Dan Woo looked at the yard again.
She walked slowly along the fence with her hands in the pockets of her long white fur coat.
As he climbed the stairs, Dan Woo thought about Ji An’s pace along the fence.
He didn’t like the idea of letting Ji An, who trusted people easily, out of the house.
It was a rather flimsy excuse.
“[Prepare the car.]”
” [Yes. Sir, I’ll start the engine.]”
“This damn formal talk.”
Dan Woo, having finished preparing to go out, came down to the first floor.
The yard was empty.
Fidgeting with his navy coat collar, he lightly touched the neatly arranged small sneakers.
The sky had grown heavier and the wind was cold and sharp, as if it were about to snow.
It was a day when a heavy snow warning was issued in Jeju.
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
