Your Sweet Breath (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
His scent reminded her of the wind blowing at the boundary between night and dawn.
The atmosphere surrounding Han San always carried this same chill.
Yet today, the heat he left behind felt hot enough to scorch her entire body and still have some left over.
That was why she could feel it so vividly, even without seeing him.
It took quite a long time before she finally came to her senses.
‘Like this?’
The voice, which had sounded gentle at first, grew increasingly teasing the more she replayed it in her mind.
It was as if the hidden meaning behind his words was urging her to want him even more desperately.
San’s voice—innocent and spotless, yet all the more cruel for it—kept replaying in her head again and again.
“…….”
Exhausted beyond measure, she collapsed onto her bed and stared blankly out the large window.
The darkness that had chased away the unusually clear sky was now gazing down at her.
It was a night where the moonlight faded away in lonely silence.
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.
.
Night faded into day as she tossed and turned, half-asleep, half-awake.
Kang slowly sat up from deep within her blanket cocoon, like a caterpillar, and gazed dazedly around her surroundings.
Though she always thought this house was far too spacious for one person to live alone, she had never regretted moving in.
Because this home was the fruit of her hard work—and thus proof that she’d fought fiercely to get where she was.
For her, “today” was fear she had to face anew each morning.
But at the same time, it was also a precious day she’d earned simply by surviving.
Every time she opened her eyes in the morning, she made the same wish:
Someday, maybe she too could live an ordinary life without nightmares and finally grasp the happiness she longed for.
“The morning temperature in Seoul remains above average, so expect relatively mild conditions. Sea waves are forecast to stay relatively low across all waters…”
Kang checked the weather while eating the most generous bento Sam Young had left behind.
As soon as the news segment ended, she immediately began preparing to go out.
Since she wouldn’t have another day off for the foreseeable future after returning to work, she resolved to do exactly what she wanted today.
Fully armored in a hat and an oversized hooded jacket, she stood at the front door.
Memories of the accident a few months ago made her hesitate for a moment before finally turning the doorknob—but she summoned her courage.
She planned to head straight to her motorcycle in the parking lot, so there’d be no chance of ending up alone in some deserted place.
She headed for a large bookstore right in the city center.
After stepping off her bike, she removed her helmet and immediately pulled out a mask to put on.
It had been so long since she’d felt this kind of liveliness.
Though the city air was thick with exhaust, the energy radiating from the bustling crowd breathed vitality into her.
Amid the throng of people,
most inside the bookstore were too absorbed in their reading to even notice Kang.
She walked over to the magazine section.
Front and center on the main display stood a fashion magazine boldly featuring Kang’s face—spreading across the cover like a giant poster—showcasing its undeniable prestige.
Just as she reached out to grab it, a loud high school girl’s voice suddenly rang out beside her.
“Whoa! It’s Seo Kang!”
Startled, Kang froze completely in place.
She’d worried the girl had recognized her in person—but luckily, the exclamation was directed at her photo in the magazine.
Kang quickly tugged her hat down even deeper.
“Seriously, isn’t Seo Kang just stunning?”
“This unnie is absolutely iconic. It’s not even just pretty—she’s freaking gorgeous! Like, ridiculously, insanely gorgeous.”
“Right? Her vibe is completely unfair, seriously.”
“Honestly, this is a must-buy. I’m sticking it on my desk and using it for diet motivation.”
The high school girls, seasoning their praise with all sorts of slang and expletives, soon tucked the magazine under their arms and hurried off together.
Kang’s racing heart, which had pounded in panic thinking she’d been discovered, gradually calmed down.
She turned her head cautiously and watched them disappear into the distance.
Their bright, energetic presence—like midday sunshine—lifted her spirits too.
Of course, their intense, almost violent flood of compliments had played a big part in that.
“Yeah,”
she murmured with a smile, gently patting her own head in self-praise.
“Glad I was born.”
It had been a pleasantly thrilling kind of day.
Kang began slowly wandering through the bookstore again.
She simply followed wherever her feet led, and whenever she found a book she liked, she’d crouch in a quiet corner and read for tens of minutes at a time.
Books had always been her closest friends since childhood, so whenever she got a rare day off like this, she’d often bury herself in pages all day long.
Suddenly, an old book caught her eye.
“About Dreams You Don’t Know”
Sticking awkwardly out from a neatly arranged shelf, the book seemed to pull her gaze, as if pleading, “Pick me up and read me.”
“Is it a novel?”
It had that ambiguous, almost secondhand bookstore kind of look.
Kang started flipping through its pages absentmindedly—until her eyes suddenly locked onto one.
What exactly is a nightmare demon?
Her gaze, fixed on the period at the end of that sentence, began moving again.
“…Nightmare demon?”
The unfamiliar word slipped out between her parted lips. She slowly continued reading.
They are beings that live by feeding on humans’ fear and terror during nightmares.
There were beings that gave humans nightmares just so they could devour the fear and terror those nightmares produced?
It sounded utterly absurd—yet to Kang, it didn’t feel entirely ridiculous.
After all, apart from some malicious scheme, few people could possibly suffer from nightmares as constantly as she did.
As if in a trance, she examined the book’s front cover.
Author unknown.
The publisher’s name was unfamiliar too.
Just as she opened the very last page to find more concrete information about the book,
“Isn’t that Seo Kang?”
A faint voice from afar stopped her mid-turn.
“Looks like her, right?”
“Should we go say hi?”
Good grief. This time, it was real.
Sensing their approach, Kang hastily shoved the book back into the shelf and fled the bookstore as if escaping.
She still wasn’t used to encountering fans in real life.
And perhaps she never would be.
Yet even as she turned the ignition on her motorcycle, the lines she’d read wouldn’t leave her mind.
Eventually, she turned back toward the bookstore—but the book was already gone.
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.
Back at home, she searched online for the book she’d seen.
No matter how thoroughly she looked, she found no trace of it.
Finally, she decided to call the bookstore directly.
“Hello, I saw a book in your store earlier, but I can’t find it online.”
Yes, what book was it?
“It’s called ‘About Dreams You Don’t Know.’”
She enunciated the title clearly.
But after a brief pause and a request to wait, the only reply was that no such book existed.
She even tried slightly altering each character in the title—just in case she’d misread it—but to no avail.
“How strange. I’m certain that was the exact title…”
She felt as though she’d been bewitched.
Just then, her phone vibrated. It was a message from Sam Young.
He’d gone grocery shopping and would drop by on his way in.
He was probably coming to stock her empty fridge.
Managing not just her schedule but even parts of her personal life like this was part of the duties CEO Hwang had assigned to Sam Young.
There’d been one time she’d collapsed at home from exhaustion, having skipped meals and sleep for too long.
If Sam Young hadn’t found her in time that day…
Anyway, this had become the company’s new policy ever since.
CEO Hwang framed it as a kind of “care” the company provided to its artists—but in truth, it felt closer to surveillance. She probably would’ve refused outright if anyone other than Sam Young had been assigned.
Kang glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.
She should tidy the place before Sam Young arrived.
Empty cans and bottles of highly caffeinated energy drinks and coffee, along with disposable cups, were piled high on the side table and the kitchen island countertop.
Given how much she’d eaten over the past few days, Sam Young would surely be shocked if he saw this mess.
She hurriedly gathered all the trash into a bin and was diligently sorting recyclables after emptying it,
Ding-dong
“Already here?”
Kang sprang up from her crouching position and rushed to the door.
Sam Young was the only person she’d ever let into her home—and the only one who held a spare access card to the building.
So of course she assumed it was him and opened the door—
“Early agai—”
But the person standing outside wasn’t him.
“Do you like cake?”
Her eyes widened in surprise.
Why was Han San here?
Dressed in a lightweight cream knit sweater and black slacks, he held up a white bakery box.
Kang immediately slammed the door shut.
Bang!
San, still holding the box, was left standing awkwardly outside.
Silence hung between them, separated only by the door.
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.
Exactly three seconds later, the door opened again.
She still wore a flustered expression as she fumbled for words.
“I’m sorry. I was so startled I just…”
“It’s fine.”
Seeing him brush it off so casually, Kang asked again.
“But… what brings you here…?”
“I moved into the unit upstairs.”
He pointed his straight index finger toward the ceiling.
“What?”
“I said I moved in. Upstairs.”
She stared at him wordlessly as he simply repeated the same answer with the words rearranged.
“Traditionally, you’re supposed to give out rice cakes on moving day…”
“…”
“But there was only a bakery nearby.”
Kang looked as if she’d misheard something.
Seeing her brow furrow softly, San let out a quiet chuckle.
“What? Is it strange that a mere bodyguard now lives in the same apartment building as a top star?”
“It’s not that…”
She said it—but honestly, it made no logical sense.
Where in Seoul—famous for its sky-high real estate prices—would a company provide a luxury apartment like this as a bodyguard’s residence?
As if reading her unspoken doubt, he spoke again.
“The incident a few months ago.”
The brief, weighty sentence froze her body instantly.
“I heard you were so traumatized you couldn’t even step outside your front door for a while.”
“…”
“That must’ve been tough.”
San offered the simple words of comfort matter-of-factly.
Kang struggled to clear her dazed mind and retrace her thoughts.
“So… you’re saying you moved here—because of me?”
“Turns out I actually get along pretty well with CEO Hwang. He’s quick to understand things.”
He went on to explain that since the company had hired Korea’s most expensive bodyguard, they naturally had to ensure maximum effectiveness—and that meant close-protection was unavoidable.
“Right? I have to be close by so I can rush over anytime you call.”
He gave a slight shrug as he added the last part.
But hearing his explanation only made Kang even more confused.
Was CEO Hwang—the man famously stingy, second to none—really providing a bodyguard with such a luxurious place to live?
That was preposterous.
Sam Young, who’d stayed by her side for nearly a decade, was still stuck in a rooftop attic room. Even if the CEO had decided to show generosity to his inner circle, Sam Young should’ve been first in line.
“Here. Take it.”
San offered the cake again.
Her eyes dropped to the box, stared at it blankly for a moment, then lifted back to him.
This man.
Just how on earth had he managed to convince CEO Hwang?
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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