Your Sweet Breath (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
“It’s delicious.”
Among the stylists I used to work with, there was one staff member who especially loved sweet things.
Back then, I didn’t quite understand her saying that sweets could save a nation—but now, I think I finally get what she meant.
Kang marveled at the vivid burst of flavor dancing across her palate and kept scooping up smoothie after smoothie.
The woman who’d lost her appetite—let alone couldn’t even tolerate the smell of food in the car due to motion sickness—was nowhere to be seen now.
She devoured it so absentmindedly that the enormous large-sized cup was quickly and thoroughly emptied.
“Ah… how many calories is this, anyway?”
The day had finally come when she, who’d never in her life worried about calories, found herself fretting over them.
Sam Young, who clearly hadn’t expected her to finish the whole thing, stared in shock at the completely empty plastic cup.
Oh no, what do I do? CEO Hwang’s going to go ballistic if he finds out.
As she fretted internally, a familiar sedan pulled into the parking lot.
It was CEO Hwang’s car—definitely not the type to be called “gentlemanly.”
Recognizing the van Kang was in, he quickly parked right beside it.
“Hey there! Our Seo Kang!”
The CEO, whose booming laughter practically shook the parking lot, flung open his car door with a cheerful grin.
Caught completely off guard, she dropped her cup in surprise, and Sam Young turned pale.
“Did everyone just get here? It’s only a company meeting today, so you really didn’t need to come this early…”
His words, spoken with spittle flying, trailed off as his eyes drifted downward.
“What’s this? A smoothie cup practically oozing fat?”
He stretched out a hand as large as a pot lid and picked up the cup, now smeared with syrup and toppings.
His expression instantly chilled as his gaze locked onto her.
“Kang-ah. You didn’t actually drink this, did you?”
Alarmed, Sam Young quickly jumped in.
“Ah, um… it’s not what you think, CEO.”
The CEO’s sharp eyes immediately swiveled toward him, as if he’d been waiting for this moment.
“Did you drink it?”
“…”
“So that idiot who dared to hand this sugary junk to an actress whose fate is dieting—I figured it had to be you, but you’re even worse?”
“I—I’m sorry.”
“How dare a measly manager eat something the actress herself can’t even touch, huh?”
Seizing the opening, he began spewing insults.
“Is your head just for show? Did you stuff udon noodles in place of your brain?”
“CEO.”
Kang, unable to bear it any longer, was just about to step forward—
—but San, who’d been silently observing with a blank expression, gently reached out and stopped her.
Then, he calmly spoke to the CEO.
“I drank it.”
There was nothing deeper behind his words.
He simply had no patience to listen to CEO Hwang’s phlegmy voice for even a full minute right after waking up.
Caught off guard by this unexpected reply, the CEO blinked stupidly before asking again.
“Team Leader Han drank it?”
“Yes. I did.”
“For real?”
“Yes.”
An awkward silence settled between them.
“Oh dear, goodness… You look like someone who’d only drink espresso—I had no idea you liked sweets!”
Feeling caught trying to vent his anger on the wrong person, he suddenly became overly talkative.
“But from now on, please try not to eat stuff like this right next to Kang. Actresses live on diets—seeing someone eat like this beside her is bound to make things uncomfortable, right?”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Good, good. Let’s all just show a little more consideration for each other, okay?”
CEO Hwang gave his shoulder a couple of hearty pats with his thick hand.
In response, San pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and quietly handed it to the CEO.
“And this.”
“What’s this?”
When the CEO asked, San pointed expressionlessly at the corner of his lips.
“Right there.”
“…”
“There’s cream on it.”
Pfft!
Sam Young behind them couldn’t hold back his laughter and hastily ducked his head.
If he got caught laughing right now, it’d be his funeral.
Sad thoughts! Sad thoughts!
He desperately tried to suppress his giggles.
Meanwhile, Kang stared unblinkingly at the shameless CEO, who, now bright red, cleared his throat awkwardly and rubbed his lips vigorously with the back of his hand.
“Ah! Th-this is toothpaste! Toothpaste! Haha! Our Team Leader Han must’ve misunderstood! Hahaha!”
“No, sir. Anyone can clearly see that’s cream…”
“Oh dear! W-would you look at the time! Let’s, uh—let’s go! Hahaha!”
The CEO hurried off, and San silently followed behind him.
Kang and Sam Young, still in the car, exchanged glances.
He spoke first, his expression oddly touched.
“Kang-ah.”
“Hmm?”
“What did you save my number as?”
“Han San.”
“I had you saved as Han San too.”
“So?”
“I’m going to change it starting today.”
She expected him to pull some nonsense again—maybe even rev the engine dramatically—but couldn’t ignore the earnest look in his eyes.
“…What are you gonna change it to?”
Grudgingly playing along, she asked—and Sam Young, wiping the damp corners of his eyes, replied softly.
“The prince on a white horse.”
“…”
“Or maybe ‘Young-ee’s guardian angel’ would be nice too.”
“Young-ee… Is that your Young-ee, Sam Young?”
“Yeah. Which one sounds better?”
“Both sound lame. Get a grip.”
She snapped coldly and turned away.
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.
.
Thanks to the CEO’s stern order to accept every job thrown her way, her office was now piled high with proposals and scripts.
It wasn’t surprising—she’d unintentionally taken a hiatus during what should’ve been one of her busiest periods.
She ought to be grateful, yet the sight of all that paperwork made her sigh deeply—how was she supposed to get through all this?
“Did you organize them in the order I specified?”
The CEO grilled a staff member as if roasting them over fire.
“Yes, CEO. Just as you instructed… I’ve sorted them.”
It was painfully obvious what that meant.
Artistic merit? Image? Forget it—he’d lined up whichever gigs made money first.
But if the projects didn’t align with her own wishes, she had no intention of letting the CEO push them through so easily.
Fortunately, she’d already established enough clout that he couldn’t force a job through without the actress’s consent.
“Let’s start the meeting.”
She glanced at the mountain of documents and spoke.
It wasn’t until after sunset that she finally left the office.
She brought home a few scripts that had made it through the initial round of meetings.
“Don’t forget—you’ve got the Reina photoshoot tomorrow. We leave at dawn, so go to bed early.”
“Got it. See you tomorrow, oppa.”
“Alright. San-ah, head home safely. You worked hard today.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Sam Young, having dropped them off, waved and drove away.
As they stepped into the elevator, Kang pressed her floor button—and then pressed the one right above it too.
San, who’d been about to press the button himself, looked at her.
Kang met his gaze and said,
“Thank you.”
“For what all of a sudden?”
“If I hadn’t slept properly last night, I definitely couldn’t have lasted until this hour.”
“…”
“It’s thanks to you.”
Even if their relationship was purely symbiotic, she knew she was receiving something invaluable—something money couldn’t buy—and giving away nothing she’d miss.
So regardless of whether he benefited from her or not, her gratitude toward him was genuine.
After listening in silence, San finally spoke.
“That’s only because you don’t realize how valuable your dreams really are.”
“Right, I don’t. Because I’m human.”
“…”
“But there’s one thing I know for sure.”
She gave a brief, soft smile.
“You could live without me—but I couldn’t without you.”
She knew, at least for now, San was the only one who could literally consume her dreams and make them disappear.
That’s precisely why he’d become her hope.
Yet San’s reaction to her words was utterly dry.
“Maybe.”
Even if you knew everything, would you still say that?
He didn’t voice the thought aloud, of course.
There was no harm—and even some advantage—in being special to Kang.
Seeing San offer no reply, Kang decided to drop the topic of dreams altogether.
She did wonder—if someone appeared who suffered even worse nightmares than she did, would he leave without a backward glance? But she feared the answer might be “yes,” and she wasn’t sure she could bear it.
A brief silence filled the space.
The elevator ascended quickly, soon reaching her floor.
Just before the doors opened, Kang spoke.
“So, um…”
“…”
“I’m counting on you again tonight.”
She turned toward him, grinned, and checked her wristwatch.
“Could you come by in about two hours? That should be fine, right?”
“As you wish.”
San gave a light shrug in reply.
Only then could Kang step out with a light heart.
She turned back and said,
“See you soon.”
The elevator doors closed on his smiling, waving face.
The way he looked at her—like she was his lover—was oddly amusing.
People these days would say his gaze dripped with honey.
For Seo Kang, simply not having nightmares anymore felt like a blessing worth this gentle attention.
San knew very well that her feelings would serve as a useful tool for him.
And so, he was perfectly willing to let her use him in return.
With a faint smile, he pressed the button for the first floor again.
He figured it’d be wise to eat something first—going in on an empty stomach might lead to another harsh scolding like yesterday.
Streetlights flickered along the alley, its back turned to the glittering city skyline.
His eyes took on a faint red hue as all his senses sharpened, ready to detect nightmares.
A chilling presence settled over every corner of the alley, and soon, San vanished into the darkness.
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.
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Back home, Kang took a bath and skimmed through the scripts she’d brought.
But soon, hunger overwhelmed her, and she opened the fridge.
She polished off the entire tub of salad Sam Young had prepared—but still couldn’t put down her spoon, unsatisfied.
“Why does rice taste so good all of a sudden?”
…This is serious trouble.
Worrying about gaining weight for the very first time in her life left her oddly flustered.
She eventually opened a delivery app that offered pre-dawn service and started grocery shopping.
Items she’d never glanced at before kept catching her eye.
“Nation’s favorite tteokbokki—everyone who’s anyone knows it?”
Curious about the reviews of this best-selling product, she began searching.
Before she knew it, she’d clicked into a personal broadcast—and found herself watching a mukbang.
Startled, she quickly put her phone down.
“No. Get a hold of yourself, Seo Kang.”
She gave her cheeks a few light slaps, then resumed filling her cart.
Though she’d tried to keep it minimal, she ended up buying more groceries than usual.
While browsing simple diet-friendly recipes, she stumbled upon a video of creamy pasta made with soy milk and tofu noodles.
“I think I could manage this.”
She hadn’t really cooked before, but she could always ask Sam Young for advice if needed.
After watching the finished dish on screen, her stomach growled, and her mouth watered.
Drawn as if in a trance, Kang headed to the kitchen and began rummaging through the pantry.
She spotted a bag of low-sodium biscuits made from sweet potatoes and grabbed it without hesitation.
Then, nibbling on the biscuits, she continued reviewing the scripts she’d brought from work.
Time slipped away in the blink of an eye.
Feeling drowsy, she checked the clock and realized it was almost time.
She recalled San’s words—“Call my name whenever you need me”—but decided against it; using his number so casually felt a bit embarrassing.
“Where’s my phone?”
Just as she stood up from the sofa, the doorbell rang.
She hurried over and opened the door.
Standing outside was San, looking exactly as he had when they’d parted.
“You didn’t even change?”
“…”
“Where did you go?”
She asked, but he offered no reply.
He just kept staring straight at her.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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