The confession that felt like my heart would burst, just one hour after becoming real lovers, in a hotel room with only the two of us. Jiho treated me the same as before, to the point that expressions like that seemed meaningless.
As if nothing had changed between us.
So, Hye-yoon was able to dismiss the lingering tremor of the confession as if nothing had happened.
“Jiho, you can’t say you’re bad at it when you’re good. If you say you’re not bad, you’re exceptionally good.”
“Well… if you say I’m really good, does that mean I’m bad at something?”
“Wow! Am I really, really a liar now?”
His playful teasing with a sense of injustice was still there. Laughter flowed lazily from Jiho, who was leisurely drinking beer. Hye-yoon gazed at him as if enchanted, and when Jiho’s slightly narrowed eyes turned to her, she playfully rolled her eyes.
It was a moment when a few shaken-off tremors settled back into her chest.
Tick, tick again.
The cheerful sound of opening a new beer can, the sound of waves flowing through the window, laughter overlapping lazily.
As time deepened, the sounds filling the room increased. As light stories accumulated, so did the deeper ones mixed within.
“Why did you put Dad’s picture next to the trophy?”
“Just because I wanted to show it.”
“Ugh, if that’s the case, you should put it in the bedroom. Dad would want to see that more. Your face, not the trophy.”
“…That’s true.”
“Huh?”
Hye-yoon, holding onto her third half-empty beer can, stared at Jiho. Her eyes, which had become somewhat blurry compared to two hours ago, blinked repeatedly as they turned to Jiho.
“Living without sleeping properly, it’s because I don’t want to show it.”
“Ah…”
A faint beer scent emanated from her rounded mouth. Jiho smiled at that expression. Unlike Hye-yoon, he didn’t seem to feel any signs of alcohol. It was as if he had just drunk water.
“Hehe. It’s getting serious again. I’m kidding. I’ll put it next to the bed, like the writer said. More than our son, I should think about our dad.”
“Jiho, since we decided to become real friends now… Can we, please?”
“Huh? What?”
Imitating Jiho’s smile from a while ago, Hye-yoon reached out. It was nice to be this close when they became really close. The pledge she made to herself, saying, ‘Someday, for sure,’ was becoming a reality. Her small palm gently touched Jiho’s hair.
“Jiho… You really grew up so well.”
The sound of waves that had been echoing for hours seemed like the sound coming from Hye-yoon’s pupils right now. A gentle ripple in her eyes, as if waves were calmly flowing. What’s so precious about that? Jiho laughed at her gently pressing hand and the tickling touch that seemed to caress.
“Hehe. Thank you, nuna?”
“Yeah… Nuna will make something delicious for you next time.”
A face that sparkled again at the word ‘nuna.’ Sometimes, she thought she should let him hear it as a joke. And Jiho also asked a question that he had been curious about for a long time. Because he also had something like ‘Someday, for sure.’
“Why don’t you tell anyone that you’re a fairy tale writer?”
“Because it’s a secret.”
“Considering it’s a secret, you found out too easily.”
“…I wanted to get caught at least once.”
Jiho slowly nodded. When I thought about why I wanted to get caught, the answer came quickly. Besides, I must have lived unable to enjoy the remarkable things achieved by ‘Jang Yoon’ in the name of ‘Jang Hye-yoon.’ At least once, he probably wanted to proudly boast.
Watching Jiho’s deepening eyes, Hye-yoon shook her head hesitantly. Now she knew what kind of gaze he had when he tried to figure out my feelings.
“Hehe. I was joking too. The reason I don’t tell anyone is that I want to write without being conscious of the adult Jang Hye-yoon.”
“Can’t you write while being conscious of it?”
“Huh?”
“Fairy tales suit you well. It’s cute.”
Jiho smoothly laughed and swallowed the beer. The throat wriggling with each sip matched well with the night. Hye-yoon, staring at his masculinity, felt a strange sensation for no reason.
“You tend to find me too cute, Mr. Jiho.”
“Oh, did I give it away?”
“Mr… You treat me too much like a puppy.”
“Really? I find you cute, but not just cute. And… did I give it away a bit?”
Moments they had spent together flashed by in an instant. Scenes from each other’s homes.
“…Agreed.”
A shy voice created by small lips sounded like a drop on the floor. Amidst laughter blending like harmony, another sound of a beer can opening echoed. The conversation continued to split into a few more branches.
Beyond midnight, at this moment that could be today or tomorrow, the crushed beer cans started to occupy the table. Jiho was a bit puzzled as he looked at the third empty can that Hye-yoon had put down. Precisely, it was her who seemed to have become so loose with just three cans.
About 20 minutes ago, Hye-yoon noticeably slowed down in her speech, occasionally humming with each word. Just like someone telling a folk tale. She had only boasted about drinking a few cans of beer.
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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