He couldn’t understand why Hye-yoon trembled when she called his name, but occasionally, there were times when he could feel it all over his body. The voice saying, “Ji-ho,” was sometimes so pleasant that it gave him goosebumps. It felt like happiness was sweeping through his body like a single strand of cotton.
Ji-ho lifted his head, withdrawing his gaze from the mirror. Worried that it would be endless like this, he hurriedly grabbed the toothpaste. However, soon the hand on the opposite side paused in front of the toothbrush. The eyes remained fixed for even longer. In front of the two toothbrushes.
“Ji-ho, can I leave one toothbrush here? It’s a waste to use a new one every time you come.”
“Yeah. That’s fine.”
The fingertips tapped the head of the lavender-colored toothbrush. The cute voice calling “Ji-ho” came to mind, and his mouth curled up involuntarily.
After enjoying a refreshing shower, as Ji-ho moved around, the traces of a woman unfolded in various places. In the underwear drawer of the closet, there was Hye-yoon’s pajamas.
Then inevitably, close memories would come to mind. Just like becoming an audience, it seemed as if the clear voices of the two people were vividly audible.
“It’s always a hassle to bring everything. Leave a few sets of underwear too.”
“Ah, that’s a bit…”
“Well, you don’t have to. Anyway, we’ll be tak…”
“Oops!”
Quickly, a hasty exit from the room, leaving only the memory. Calling a name took more than a season, how long would this embarrassment last? If she kept blushing like that for a lifetime, would she be pretty for a lifetime? It made him wonder about this happy uncertainty.
The dining room, where he roughly put on clothes and went to drink water, was no different. The moment the lights came on, he could see the two standing in front of the cooking counter. Himself, looking at the kimchi jjigae he had just boiled, and behind him, Hye-yoon, sticking closely.
After blowing on a spoonful and feeding her, Hye-yoon quickly became sulky. Trying to stick even closer under the pretext of being depressed, thinking about it again, it was too good.
“Why? Is it not good?”
“No… How did you make it so well with just one look at the recipe?”
“If it’s good, isn’t that a good thing?”
He had pulled Hye-yoon, who had stuck to his back, to the front of his chest. At the moment he wondered why she was sticking her mouth out like a duck again, every time she buried her head in his chest, it tickled. Laughter burst out because the following words seemed so sincere.
“I want to be better…”
“Hehe. It’s the first time I’ve boiled it, and it’s like this. You want to do the same thing, right?”
“Yeah. I just roughly boiled it based on what I saw. Something like this.”
A proud, small voice played the part of an actress. After making it feel real, a fluffy smile bloomed over her face as she pouted. Along with the lovely pretense of secretly practicing for a week, there was a coquettish gaze.
Wanting to boast of his honest feelings, he honestly expressed them. By then, he was holding Hye-yoon tightly with not just one hand but two.
“But Hye-yoon, if you brag like that, you know? You can’t eat hot kimchi jjigae.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Because it’s too pretty, whether it’s rice or whatever… You’re going to the room.”
“Ugh…”
It was nice to receive the sparkling gaze sent above the round, open mouth. Where did those eyes shine so much? It was also nice to have hands imitating my two arms wrapped around her waist.
“Um, our Ji-ho really…”
“Is it a big problem?”
“Hehe. Yeah. That’s why I like it.”
No, there was no need to scrutinize each one; everything was good. The sincerity of “If it’s not you, it won’t do” was so vividly readable. Where could there be a man in the world who wasn’t crazy?
Having completed all the preparations to leave, Ji-ho looked back at the house once again. In fact, for the past two months, for the first month, Ji-ho had mostly gone to Hye-yoon’s house. Due to the schedule, if they couldn’t see each other for a few days, he compensated by sleeping extra those days.
“Ji-ho, did your house disappear?”
“Yeah… Nowhere to go.”
Conversations that seemed to worry but were actually teasing, showing off the playing around.
The increase in his visits began two months ago. It started when Hye-yoon began to come. At first, Ji-ho thought it might be a coincidence, but at some point, Ji-ho himself could understand. After hearing answers like “No, don’t come. I’ll go” several times.
Thinking about why that might be, one day he suddenly understood. It was the day after Hye-yoon had slept for two days and left. The moment he saw the two toothbrushes placed in the shower.
It was her way of giving a gift. To make him feel that he was never alone even when he was alone. Perhaps Hye-yoon also felt the changing emotions through her changed house. What was good was that he now knew Hye-yoon’s habit of wanting to share everything.
“Ah… The more I think about it, the more I miss her.”
Dash—
Until the front door closed, Ji-ho engraved the traces of the house in his heart.
In the underground parking lot, Bong-gi was already waiting. A blatant gaze that scanned his entire body as soon as he got in the back seat. By now, it was somewhat familiar.
It was predictable what kind of morning greeting would come.
“Hey, you…”
“Yeah. I’ll either reduce exercise or something. It’s not good if Hyung keeps getting surprised.”
Ji-ho cut off his words and chuckled. Bong-gi also laughed in response to Ji-ho’s unexpectedly fast-paced words. The laughter on his lips was as soft as the car smoothly left the parking lot.
Then suddenly, Bong-gi, who made a mischievous voice, was heard. Even while driving, it was inevitable to glance at the rearview mirror.
“No, don’t. Let me be surprised for one more day. I have a shoot tomorrow, and it’s better to be in a good mood.”
“That’s true. It’s already tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Eun-jin is the most excited. She’s thrilled at the thought of dressing up the actress.”
Ji-ho nodded slightly. Like Bong-gi, the stylist had been with him for 10 years since his debut. Styling a plain and neat male actor might have been boring, but Bong-gi raised his voice. As if to say that wasn’t the only reason.
The excited mood of the stylist seemed to have transferred to him as well.
“It must be like playing with a real doll, right? Because the writer is small and cute.”
With that one remark, Ji-ho’s mouth slightly curled upwards. It had been four days since he last saw Hye-yoon, but tomorrow he would inevitably see her. That was the reason for their shared schedule.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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