Your Sweet Breath (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
“Here. Take it.”
“Oh…”
“Hurry up. Once you take it, I can finally go home.”
He’d come uninvited, but apparently hadn’t intended to step inside the house.
He smiled innocently, as if he’d leave quietly as soon as she accepted the cake.
After hesitating, Kang reluctantly took the cake box.
“Thank you. I’ll enjoy it.”
“Don’t mention it.”
He replied lightly, naturally stepping back and bowing slightly.
“I’ll see you at the office, then.”
“Huh?”
…Was he really leaving just like that?
His simple farewell made her feel almost embarrassed about the earlier commotion at the door.
“Wait—hold on a second.”
She called out to him without even realizing it as he turned to leave.
But the moment San stopped and turned back, her lips clamped shut again.
Kang, struggling over how to begin, finally forced the hesitant words from her mouth.
“Would you… like to stay for a cup of tea, if you don’t mind?”
“…”
He just stared at her silently, without a word.
It wasn’t the first time she’d noticed—San always reacted slowly.
Even though she hadn’t asked anything difficult, he had this habit of staring intently, as if trying to see right through someone.
Just as the locked gaze began to feel a bit uncomfortable, his expression softened, and a faint smile appeared.
“Is that really okay?”
“What do you mean?”
San strode right up to the front door and stood facing Kang, separated only by the threshold.
Then, as if stepping over some invisible boundary, he moved forward and said,
“Just…”
“…”
“I wasn’t sure if we could get this close this quickly.”
Contrary to his words, he walked straight into her space without hesitation.
A chill of early morning wind brushed past him.
Recognizing the familiar scent brought back memories, and Kang unconsciously furrowed her brow.
Last night, after waking from a nightmare and sensing his presence, she’d been desperate to meet him immediately and demand to know who—or what—he really was.
But now that she’d regained her composure, reality came into clearer view.
She could no longer be certain where the dream ended and reality began.
San’s quiet gaze slowly and meticulously scanned the interior of her home.
It was generally neat and tidy—
so spacious that it felt almost desolate.
Aside from essentials, there wasn’t even a small decorative item in sight. The only thing resembling interior decoration was a large black-and-white framed photograph of Kang herself.
In the photo, Kang sat slightly to the left, her head turned, gazing straight ahead.
Her natural hairstyle with soft strands falling over her forehead, paired with a black turtleneck—
her dark eyes seemed to hold an abyss of loneliness.
San stood silently with his arms crossed, carefully studying the her in the photograph.
His deep gaze traced over her eyes, nose, and lips, one by one.
He’d unconsciously slipped into an almost artistic appreciation, as if admiring a fine painting.
“Beautiful.”
His whisper was so soft it vanished into the air like a breeze.
From a distance, Kang finally processed what he’d said.
“Um… Was my request too sudden?”
It wasn’t the right time to ask, but her mind was full of questions, making her impatient.
Partly because San, who’d always shown up reliably before, hadn’t appeared—and she’d suffered terribly from nightmares because of it.
To her question, he answered casually,
“No. I was going to come anyway.”
“You were?”
“Yeah. I just didn’t expect to come inside this soon.”
“Why?”
“Let’s call it a safety inspection.”
“…”
“Criminals these days don’t follow common sense.”
Despite his gentle smile, his words were chillingly blunt.
“There’s no guarantee you’re safe just because you’re at home.”
Kang’s face instantly paled. Seeing this, San smiled faintly.
“You don’t need to look so terrified.”
“…”
“I’ll make sure you can sleep soundly from now on.”
His attempt to reassure her only made her heart pound harder—
because his words echoed those of the man in her dream.
She even began to wonder if his presence here meant something beyond physical danger—
perhaps protection from nightmares like those.
She hadn’t invited someone she barely knew into her home just for idle pleasantries.
Yet now that the moment had come, she didn’t know where to begin or how to start the conversation.
I’ve had nightmares for over twenty years, and every time you appear in them and hold me, I wake up from them… Do you have anything you’d like to tell me about this?
Would he think she was crazy if she asked that?
Even if it had nothing to do with him, it would certainly seem strange—but no matter how she tried to phrase it, nothing sounded remotely plausible.
That was precisely why, even with San right in front of her, she couldn’t bring herself to speak.
Because everything about him—the memories of him existing in her life, last night’s encounter—might just be illusions born from her desperate longing.
San watched her, tangled in her thoughts, then asked,
“May I sit down?”
“Oh—yes.”
Kang nodded, and only then did he settle onto the sofa.
Feeling suddenly guilty for not attending to her guest, she hurried about.
But when she opened the fridge, all she found was coffee and water—no tea bags. She rarely had visitors, after all.
“Is coffee okay?”
“Yes. That’s fine.”
His cheerful reply came to her resigned offer.
She brewed two cups and carried them into the living room.
Seeing the coffee mugs placed side by side on the table, he said quietly,
“People usually don’t drink coffee at this hour.”
“I really like coffee. I literally can’t live without it.”
Half of that was true; half was a lie.
She’d never truly savored coffee—it was more like something she consumed just to survive.
San studied her for a moment, then picked up his mug with smooth, effortless motion.
“I’ll enjoy it.”
Kang quietly took a sip in response.
After a brief pause, she cautiously began,
“Um…”
At her hesitant attempt, he simply lifted his eyes to meet hers.
“Have we… met before?”
She’d chosen this phrasing over asking outright if he knew her, hoping it sounded less strange.
San seemed to ponder the question carefully.
Then, as always, he locked eyes with her and gave an ambiguous answer.
“Not sure.”
He slowly closed and opened his eyes, then asked in return,
“Have you ever seen me before?”
“Yes. It feels like I have.”
Before she could even finish, another question followed.
“Where?”
…In my dreams.
This time, the words circled in her throat but never escaped her lips.
Seeing her hesitate, San lightly stroked his jaw and smiled.
“I only remember seeing you, Seo Kang, on TV.”
His answer left her dazed.
She’d thought the man from her dreams—so vivid she could sketch him instantly—might be San.
Now, she felt a pang of disappointment, wondering if it really wasn’t him at all.
Just then, her phone rang.
It was Sam Young.
Startled, Kang quickly answered, having momentarily forgotten about him.
“Oh—Oppa.”
Hey, Kang. I’m already here. Can I come in? You didn’t reply to my message.
“Where are you?”
Right outside your door.
“Outside the door? Oh! Wait—just a sec! I’ll open it right away!”
Her panicked tone carried clear urgency.
Without thinking, she grabbed San’s wrist and pulled him off the sofa.
“Hurry, hide!”
“Why? Who is it?”
“My manager, Oppa!”
“Then I should greet him, not hide.”
“No! Better to avoid any misunderstanding! Just do as I say for now!”
(Though it seems like you’re the one creating the misunderstanding, Seo Kang?)
Despite the thought, San obediently let himself be pushed along.
“This way.”
Kang flung open the dressing room door and practically shoved him inside.
“Don’t make a sound and stay quiet. I’ll get you out soon.”
Amid the chaos, a soft chuckle escaped him.
“Are we…”
“…”
“…dating now?”
She shot him a sideways glance at his casual teasing and firmly shut the door.
Then she quickly cleared the coffee mugs, dashed to the entrance, stashed San’s shoes in the shoe cabinet, and opened the door.
“You’re here?”
She wiped her sweaty forehead, having broken into a light sweat in just a few seconds.
Sam Young glanced at her once and chuckled.
“Why are you so out of breath?”
“Oh—I was working out.”
He accepted her flimsy excuse without suspicion.
As soon as he stepped inside, he began reorganizing the fridge, filling it with groceries he’d just bought.
“Oppa, leave it. I’ll do it.”
“Yeah, right—you will.”
Knowing she’d actually eat whatever he prepared if he showed effort, Sam Young smiled and headed to the kitchen.
He skillfully took out a knife and cutting board, washed some vegetables, and started chopping.
“Seriously, this knife—it’s more like a club than a blade. I need to take it somewhere to sharpen it soon… Argh!”
His grumbling suddenly turned into a sharp cry of pain.
Hearing it, Kang rushed over.
“Oppa! Are you hurt?”
“N-no, I’m fine…!”
“Let me see!”
“I said I’m okay!”
“How can you be okay? You’re bleeding! Where’s the cut?”
In her panic, she grabbed the very finger that was bleeding, causing Sam Young to scream in pain.
“Aaah!”
His bloodied hand trembled as he slapped Kang’s shoulders lightly with his other hand.
“There! Right there! You’re squeezing the wound!”
“Oh—I’m sorry! I couldn’t see well through all the blood.”
She apologized quickly, grabbed a napkin, and tightly wrapped his finger.
“Hold it firmly. I’ll go get the first aid kit right away.”
“I’m really okay, Kang…”
“Wipe your tears first, then talk.”
She snapped coldly and turned away.
Knowing better than anyone how sensitive Kang was about others getting hurt, Sam Young gave up arguing and let her have her way.
Five minutes passed.
“Strange. I’m sure I left it here somewhere last time…”
The first aid kit was nowhere to be found.
Sam Young, who’d been watching silently with a vacant smile, finally spoke in a dry tone.
“Kang. I’m seriously fine.”
“No, I’ll find it in a sec. Just wait a moment.”
“At this rate, I’ll die of blood loss before you find it… Please, let me go.”
He timidly pleaded, but she seemed completely deaf to his voice, obsessed with finding the kit.
“Should I help you look?”
Again, no reply.
Sam Young quietly stood up and headed toward the dressing room.
Most of her miscellaneous essentials were usually kept in the drawers inside.
Just as he reached for the doorknob—
“Don’t!”
Kang cried out, but it was too late—the door was already open.
Sam Young slowly raised his head, following the long shadow cast beside him.
“…Team Leader Han, what are you doing here?”
San, who’d been leaning against the wall with arms crossed, tilted his head slightly at the question.
In the dark, unlit space,
the eyes of the two men met.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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