Han San casually went over to the table and unwrapped what he had bought.

This was the idea that had struck her like lightning.

Something sweet.

She thought of Seo Kang, who had claimed that sweetness could save the world while enjoying a smoothie.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
Only then did Kang understand what he had been trying to say.

Han San was apologizing for what had happened earlier.

She was angry at herself for telling him not to come until she called, and the waffle was evidence that he had been trying to appease her in some way.

“So, you stood in line… to buy something to eat?”
“Don’t you like it?”
“No, that’s not it.”
Imagining him standing in line in front of a bustling restaurant, her lips unknowingly curled into a smile.

Eventually, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

San asked her as he watched her.

“Have you cooled down?”
However, Kang could only laugh and not respond.

Seeing him act like a large dog who sneaked a treat without its owner knowing, she couldn’t help but laugh.

And seeing her laugh, he said, like a child who just had a great realization,

“People really do love sweets.”
He seemed very serious about his plan to raid an entire chocolate shop next time.

Seeing this side of San, Kang felt a touch of bitterness in her heart.

Not that she disliked him or anything, but it felt like having an uncomfortable companion in her life, which she was used to living alone, maybe?

If she described it as a price tag that she wanted to peel off but couldn’t… would that hurt him?

But if she thought about it deeply, he might feel the same way.

Would San stick by her side if he didn’t like it? It was a mutual symbiotic relationship born out of necessity.

So the idea that one person unilaterally hurt the other might have been arrogant.

Anyway, she did not want to return to her life of having nightmares.

To do that, she had no choice but to get along with San.

This life, where she had to stick to him like a shadow, might become very difficult someday, but that was a problem for the future, not something to worry about right now.

Because it probably won’t be forever.

With these thoughts in mind, Kang moved on.

Not long after brushing her teeth, she didn’t feel like eating something sweet.

Moreover, if she ate something like that at this hour, she would just gain weight.

But considering the thoughtfulness of the person who brought it, she decided to at least taste it.

“I’ll eat well.”
She took a bite of the beautifully spread waffle.

It could have been soggy, but it was as crispy as if it had just been baked.

In addition, the apple jam and whipped cream were moderately sweet and suited her taste perfectly.

“Oh.”
Better than expected?

Kang, whose eyes widened in surprise, offered him the waffle she was eating and said,

“It’s really good. Want a bite?”
San, who had been sitting on the sofa with his back against it, smiled lazily and said,

“No.”
“……”
“I’m full just by watching you eat.”
Where did he learn to say something like that?

As she sucked off the cream that got on her finger, she mischievously rolled her eyes.

Samyeong would often say the same thing, but it felt very different hearing it from him.

Unexpectedly, my face felt hot.

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Only after San left could Kang rest easy and fall asleep.

No. She fell asleep almost fainting, making it seem as if she hadn’t said not to come in the first place.

However, his situation was a bit different.

In buying waffles, he hadn’t had time to fill his own stomach.

Even though she was going to go out and come back, she felt like she couldn’t until her nightmare surfaced.

San stared at the sleeping Kang’s face for a long while.

“What to do about this?”
He pondered, but there wasn’t really any special method.

She had no choice but to endure the nightmare on an empty stomach.

As saliva began to pool in his mouth, a strange tension started to swirl.

It felt as though he had a ticking time bomb in front of him, ready to explode at a touch.

The problem was that he was so hungry at the moment, he wanted to throw all restraint to the winds.

To him, the concept of ‘deliciousness’ did not just mean the satisfaction of taste when humans eat food.

Dreams stimulated the five senses, causing immediate physical changes, they were a necessary food, and once tasted, they were like a drug that couldn’t be stopped.

Especially a splendid nightmare could explosively arouse the excitement inside the body, making one feel good. No, it drove one half mad.

Hence, he couldn’t just smile at this appetizing dream in front of him.

He cultivated his palate with a disciplined mindset.

It was completely contrary to his personality to eat slowly, but even so……

‘……Hansan.’
‘Hansan!’
‘Hansan!!!’
He thought of her who had called his name thrice.

“When did you tell me not to come?”
San, who was chuckling, propped his elbow on the bed and held his chin.

Then, he curled his finger at his lips to cover his smiling mouth.

It was incredibly fun to see Kang, who would inevitably miss me in any situation.

She would long for him more and more in the future.

There wouldn’t be any other option but him, and even if there were……

“It’ll be over if it’s eliminated.”

There shouldn’t be any problem.

His eyes softened as he looked at Kang, and he added a smile.

It was a beautiful smile, like a painting.

The cold moonlight pouring in through the large window and the precarious silence descended upon the two.

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When Kang opened her eyes on the bed, San was not there just like last time.

Probably when I fell asleep, he ate the dream and left on his own.

“Well, it would be stranger if he was here when I woke up.”

It would surely be a tricky situation.

It was then, when he was rubbing his eyes pleasantly in the pouring sunlight.

The cell phone he had put next to his pillow vibrated.

[Did you get home okay yesterday?] It was Bani.

When he sent back a response that he got home safely, another message came.

[Let’s have a meal. There’s something to talk about.] …Something to talk about?

[What’s the matter?] He asked back,

[We’ll talk about it when we meet. When are you free?] The answer he wanted didn’t come back.