“Jiho, I’ve selected these questions for the stage greeting. They’re questions from the audience, so predicting them is impossible…”
“Hyung.”
“Yeah? Why?”
Bonggi held the interview sheet, looking unsure. Just like Jiho, who could understand everything about Hye Yoon without her having to say a word, Bonggi wasn’t much different. He seemed to know that Jiho’s mind was somewhere else.
Especially since Jiho kept displaying behaviors he hadn’t before. Like now.
“…Is there absolutely no way we can cancel our Sunday schedule?”
“What?”
“I think we need to head to Busan quickly. Please check.”
Bonggi looked at Jiho with bewildered eyes. Even the stylist’s fidgety gestures came to a halt.
This situation was entirely unfamiliar to Bonggi. Until now, Jiho had never uttered the words “schedule adjustment.” In fact, he was the one who had said it would be okay to reduce the workload. Moreover, requesting to cancel a group schedule just two days away held some significant meaning that Bonggi couldn’t ignore.
While he hated causing trouble to others, there must be a reason he couldn’t bear not to do so.
“…I’m begging you.”
Yes, it was because he couldn’t bear it any longer.
Bonggi blankly nodded and then quietly left the waiting room after handing Jiho the interview magazine he had clung to.
“Oh… I’m relieved in a way that he can handle this.”
His mutterings fell onto his hand, where he had taken out his phone. There was a moment when he even chuckled. It seemed okay because Jiho, who was ostensibly a manager and company CEO, was changing.
“Yes. Team leader, is it okay to talk? Oh, what should I do? There was an urgent call that Jiho has a drama shoot on Sunday… Yes. It’s a regional shoot, so it’s difficult to adjust. There’s no other way.”
So, it wasn’t entirely bad to express regret about it.
“Instead, we’ll extend the fan meet in Busan by one more day. It seems Jiho is quite concerned. He wants to do it that way…”
Hye Yoon’s groggy eyes slowly read the characters Jiho had sent. Of the six missed calls, three were from Jiho. It wasn’t deliberate avoidance; it was just because she had taken medication and slept early after visiting the hospital in the morning.
The clock showed a time well past 11, along with the regret that she had completely surrendered this day to the cold.
[Sorry. I’ve been sleeping all day, just saw it now. (11:41 PM)] After sending a sentence that contained no lies, she took a shower. Her pajamas were damp and sticky with sweat, thanks to the fever that had been fluctuating.
“Wow… I didn’t know a shower could be this exhausting.”
After drying her wet hair, she should have gone to bed, but with her body feeling soggy and limp, even that seemed like a challenge.
Knock, knock.
The sound of knocking on the door came then. Just when she was about to sit on the bed, and the wall clock pointed to 12:25.
‘Did I hear it wrong…’
Given the time, a knock was entirely expected, so she pulled the blanket up again.
Knock, knock.
However, with the repetition, the story was different. A reluctant heart surfaced on her face. She struggled to get up. It seemed like she might have entered the wrong room, somehow.
“Um, who is it…?”
Click, click.
And her voice, not coming out well, seeped softly through the slightly open door crack. To the person standing there.
To the man she had missed so much all week.
Following the tall figure before her eyes, she looked up, and there was Ji Ho’s picture-perfect face.
“Wow…”
Clean and innocent admiration slipped out. In response to the deeply sunken appearance, Ji Ho’s forehead creased. He placed his hand on Hye Yoon’s forehead without a word of greeting.
“Haah…”
Warmth transmitted through his palm. Ji Ho exhaled a deep sigh as if his chest were weighed down by a boulder. His gaze toward Hye Yoon, as it always had been, was affectionate but not entirely gentle. His anger at himself hadn’t easily dissipated.
He should have come sooner somehow.
“How are you here?”
But Hye Yoon was too busy looking up with a cheerful expression. She delayed understanding the situation like a child and was simply delighted. His cool hand on her head, the scent of the night breeze he brought with him, everything was wonderful. Ji Ho, who had lowered his warm hand, glanced through the crack in the door.
“Do you have any friends? Did you change rooms because of the cold?”
“No. They’re coming on Monday.”
“Monday? …So you’ve been alone all this time?”
And Hye Yoon could immediately tell that her words had exacerbated his anger. She swallowed hard in the face of Ji Ho’s cold gaze. It stung more in her heart than her throat.
“Ah…”
Feeling how much anger Ji Ho was suppressing, even a simple “yes” didn’t come out easily. Her already petite figure hunched up even more. With great effort, she managed a nod, and Ji Ho quickly regained control of his emotions.
It was pitiful to make someone notice even when she was in pain. She felt pathetic.
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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