Your Sweet Breath (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
“You already know why I came.”
“…….”
“Don’t you, Manager?”
Her gentle voice settled like the darkness of night.
Sam Young stared blankly at San as he approached, his mouth half-open.
His heart pounded harder with every step San closed the distance.
He felt an inexplicable pang in his chest at the question—didn’t you already know why you came here?
He hastily retraced their encounter from just a few hours ago.
If he hadn’t made some huge mistake, San wouldn’t have shown up at his house like this.
Surely… he didn’t come to do something to me?
It’d be bad if things went south this early.
After running through every possible scenario, he belatedly shook his head.
No. Now wasn’t the time to stand here dazed.
Snapping back to his senses, he asked,
“How did you even get up to the rooftop? Both the front gate and the inner gate should’ve been locked.”
“The landlady opened the front gate for me, and the inner gate was already unlocked.”
That couldn’t be right.
The elderly couple living on the first floor weren’t the type to open their door for just anyone without checking first.
Besides, hadn’t he always been diligent about locking the inner gate ever since that nosy ajumma kept barging in at random times?
Before he could protest, San spoke again.
“The lock was loose.”
“…….”
“You should probably get it fixed.”
San’s expression as he said this was utterly serene—completely genuine.
As if to say: Whatever the truth may be, just believe what I tell you.
That was precisely why Sam Young didn’t press further.
Because of that look in San’s eyes—quietly gripping him by the throat with just a glance.
No wonder most people couldn’t even reply.
But he couldn’t afford to back down awkwardly here.
He’d openly shown suspicion at Kang’s place; if he just rolled over now, that’d be even stranger.
Didn’t people need to stay consistent?
The CEO might’ve been easy to win over, but at least someone beside Kang needed to show they weren’t so easily swayed.
I’m Lee Sam Young. Not an easy man.
Muttering this to himself, Sam Young abruptly stood up, slipped confidently into his slippers, and headed toward the stairs.
“It’s strange… the lock couldn’t possibly be loose.”
He marched down the stairs like he was heading into battle, determined to check it himself—then froze when he saw the inner gate.
The screws on the lock, which had been perfectly intact just hours ago when he’d come home,
“Huh…?”
were now obviously loose—almost mockingly so.
Sam Young stared at it in silence, then turned and climbed the stairs again.
The moment their eyes met, San asked,
“Well?”
“…….”
“Was the lock fine after all?”
Though phrased as a question, it sounded more like a gentle scolding.
Of course it wasn’t fine. I told you clearly.
Ashamed, he pressed his lips together for a moment, then awkwardly stepped aside.
He casually walked past San and sat down on the wooden deck.
“Well… since you’re here, have a seat.”
San offered a faint smile and placed something heavy onto the deck.
Sam Young instinctively flinched, then looked at it.
“What’s this?”
“I couldn’t very well come empty-handed.”
What’s with the Chinese characters?
“Premium Kor…”
He blinked a few times at the large characters reading “Premium,” then gasped.
“H—Hanwoo?!”
In that instant, all suspicion vanished from Sam Young’s face as though doused with cold water.
What even is this? You bought beef because you didn’t want to come empty-handed?
And not just any beef—Hanwoo?
Is it April Fools’ Day?
A holiday?
Or is it my birthday?
His expression crumbling, he jumped up and tore open the packaging.
“……!”
There, neatly arranged by cut, was Hanwoo worth at least 500,000 won.
When he saw the glistening layers of premium chuck eye rolled into a rose-like shape, he nearly went blind.
This called for lightning-fast adaptability.
“Oh my! Why’d you buy something this extravagant? You didn’t need to bring anything!”
Sam Young babbled insincerely, treating San like a distinguished guest.
“You must’ve had a long trip—you’ll have to forgive how humble my place is. Do you like yuja tea?”
“I’m fine with anything.”
“Oh dear, you look like some nobleman raised on morning dew, yet you’re so easygoing.”
He stood, promising to be right back, and quickly returned with yuja tea in a cheap coffee mug adorned with a painted rose.
“Thank you.”
“How is it? The aroma’s really strong, right? I made it myself!”
“Really? You’re quite skilled.”
“Haha! It’s embarrassing to say, but I guess I was just born with good hands. Even our CEO won’t drink coffee unless I’ve made it.”
San smiled indulgently at Sam Young’s antics and took a sip.
Somehow,
in San’s hands, even that 2,000-won rose-printed mug from Daiso transformed into a royal teacup passed down through generations of French nobility.
When the rising steam gently veiled his face like morning mist, it felt like gazing at a painting.
And it wasn’t just because of the beef.
Good-looking was good-looking, and refined was refined.
I’m Lee Sam Young—a cool guy who acknowledges things when they’re impressive.
Reassuring himself that his guard had merely dropped due to the Hanwoo gift, Sam Young smiled contentedly.
Then, all at once, he snapped back to reality.
“Wait—what did you say you came here for again?”
At his question, San slowly turned his gaze.
“I came to pay my respects.”
His lips parted elegantly, and his languid voice drifted into Sam Young’s ear as if casting a spell.
“We’ll be seeing each other often, so I’d like us to get along.”
“…….”
“Please take care of me.”
At that moment,
a wind as cold as early winter swept through the still air.
Mist bloomed like a halo around them, enveloping the scene where they sat facing each other.
Sam Young’s expression slowly faded as he stared blankly at San’s eyes and lips.
Right before the swiftly approaching clouds fully obscured the moon,
San’s obsidian-black eyes shimmered with a fleeting hue—like diluted red wine.
And when the moon reemerged from behind the clouds,
they gleamed as darkly as a forest at dawn—
crimson like blood, deep blue like twilight.
Unnervingly alien for human eyes, his gaze shifted hues with the light, holding Sam Young captive.
“We’ll get along well, won’t we?”
At his question, Sam Young nodded slowly, eyes half-lidded.
“Of course.”
“…….”
“We’ll become the best partners imaginable.”
Like someone utterly entranced.
.
.
.
Ever since the day San visited,
Kang hadn’t slept soundly even once, letting days slip by in a haze.
There was no guarantee the man who’d vanished from her life would reappear in her dreams again for her sake.
As always, she endured as much as she could, drifting into shallow sleep only to wake again repeatedly.
And whenever her consciousness began to fade even slightly,
“Aaah!”
…she inevitably had nightmares.
That horrifying, greedy darkness swallowed her whole and greedily devoured her soul.
It felt as if her blood were draining slowly from her feet—
gradually, gradually,
like grass withering away to dust.
How had she endured the time without you?
Her life, reset back to square one, fell apart anew each day.
‘Have we met before?’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘…….’
‘I only remember seeing you on TV, Seo Kang.’
That conversation, which had ended without even a proper attempt, still echoed in her ears like lingering regret.
She’d already picked up and put down her phone countless times.
She considered calling the number San had left behind—but quickly gave up.
“Let it go.”
If all of this was just her delusion, then to him, she’d be nothing but a crazy client.
Forcing herself to erase the eleven digits branded into her mind, she opened a browser window on her phone.
Her agency had recently posted on her official SNS account—directly managed by the company—
to share that she was doing well and carefully considering her next project.
Reporters immediately seized the news, and entertainment pages were soon flooded with rumors of her comeback.
Kang clicked on one of the articles and scrolled slowly.
Her agency’s SNS photo was posted directly in the article.
Her own face in the picture—taken who knows when—looked unfamiliar.
In the mirror before her was the haggard face of someone who hadn’t slept properly for days.
Whiiir—
Only the sound of the espresso machine filled the silent kitchen.
As always, Kang mechanically brewed coffee and drank it like medicine as night fell.
.
.
.
In the pre-dawn darkness,
after tossing and turning all night, she finally dragged herself out of bed.
Shaking off the overwhelming lethargy that made her feet sink into the carpet, she left the house.
The air brushing her cheeks was cool.
It was another stark reminder that the season had changed while she’d been resting.
When she opened the van waiting in the parking lot, Sam Young’s cheerful voice boomed out.
“Good morning!”
His greeting was exactly as usual—as if their time apart had meant nothing.
But someone else had already seized Kang’s full attention, drowning out Sam Young’s voice entirely.
The very person who’d haunted her thoughts day and night for the past several days,
“Did you sleep well?”
was none other than Han San.
He sat in the backseat, one long leg crossed over the other, offering a gentle greeting that seemed almost too bright.
Though the sight was startling, Kang’s expression quickly turned icy—as if she’d never been surprised at all.
Sleep well?
No. I didn’t.
Because you weren’t there.
She climbed into the car, answering only in her thoughts.
But the surprises didn’t end there.
“San-ah, I’m going to grab coffee—do you want an Americano?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, wait just a sec. I’ll go get it quickly.”
“I’ll go get it.”
“No, no. Let your hyung handle it.”
Hearing their exchange, Kang momentarily doubted her own ears.
What was with that suddenly soft tone and embarrassingly affectionate way of addressing each other?
She clearly remembered the tense atmosphere between the two men the last time they’d parted.
When had that changed?
While she was lost in confusion, the car headed toward their usual coffee shop.
As Sam Young got out to buy coffee, Kang immediately turned to San.
“What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“It wasn’t like this between you two the last time you saw each other.”
He’d been avoiding her gaze, but now he finally turned his head.
“Oh. That.”
Resting his chin against his hand, San murmured as if to himself, then replied casually,
“We met up once separately.”
“…….”
“I wanted us to get along.”
She heard his answer—but it only left her more uneasy.
After all, Sam Young was the type who still used formal speech even with coworkers he’d known for years.
And she remembered how unintentionally sharp he’d been toward San before.
So it felt impossible to take the man’s claim—”We met separately to get closer”—at face value.
“Did you go over there and threaten him? Like, ‘If you bother me, I won’t let it slide’?”
At her blunt wording, San let out a low chuckle.
Apparently, Seo Kang and Lee Sam Young knew each other well enough to share an unusually close bond.
“Both the CEO and Sam Young hyung—neither of them are easy to win over, yet everything seems strangely effortless with you.”
“…….”
“It’s as if you’ve bewitched them.”
Her tone was almost interrogative.
Yet despite Kang’s probing, San simply offered his answer plainly—almost as if expecting her to hear it.
“I guess I must have bewitched them.”
Startled, she turned to look at him again.
San sat calmly, legs crossed, leaning back leisurely with a quiet smile on his lips—
as if asking what could possibly be wrong with his answer.
Because of that, Kang didn’t take his words as a joke at all.
It might sound utterly absurd,
but that ridiculous line—
“I guess I must have bewitched them.”
—felt entirely, unsettlingly plausible.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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