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Hayoung’s steps were light as she left the office. Even though her wedding was just ten days away, she felt strangely at ease. Preparing for the wedding with Jisung wasn’t particularly difficult.
Not that she wanted to compare, but unlike her previous engagement where she clashed with her fiancé over every little thing, Jisung went along with everything Hayoung wanted.
Jisung always took care of Hayoung so that she didn’t have time to feel anxious. Especially when he made her snacks himself, there was no room for her to become sensitive. Indeed, taking care of one’s girlfriend with snacks was a virtue of a K-boyfriend.
The worry that they were rushing into marriage was gone. Rather, she was looking forward to the wedding day.
Jisung, who had recently been scouted as a partner lawyer at a large law firm due to the success of his father’s business, had become more relaxed than before. It even felt like Hayoung, who had gotten a job at a startup, was busier.
Busy preparing for the wedding for a while, Hayoung and Jisung hadn’t been on a proper date. Just being together was enjoyable, but it felt like it had been over three weeks since they had set a romantic mood and gone on a date.
For once, Hayoung put a lot of effort into her appearance from head to toe. When she went out with Jisung, people would often glance at him, so if she dressed casually, she would attract all the curious gazes.
As she left work in 11cm stiletto heels and a mini-skirt, all the developers around Pangyo Station, tired from their late-night work, glanced at Hayoung.
It was an outfit too embarrassing to wear to the office, but seeing the attention she got, it was worth enduring the nosy comments from her colleagues who always had something to say about her outfits.
Hayoung stood in front of her office building, waiting for Jisung to appear. The more she loved Jisung, the more she wanted to look pretty for him, rather than feeling comfortable. As she straightened her clothes using the glass window as a mirror, someone grabbed her shoulder from behind.
Hayoung naturally assumed it was Jisung and reflexively smiled. But when she turned her head, her face soon turned red and then pale.
“Hayoung-ah.”
The person who had appeared in front of Hayoung’s office was none other than her ex-fiancé, Choi Jaehyung.
“How did you know I was here?”
Naturally, she had never told him about her job change, so she was flustered by his sudden appearance.
“I heard it from our former colleagues.”
“Ah...”
“You’ve become prettier.”
She had recently met up with her former colleagues to give them wedding invitations and had talked about what had happened, and it seemed that news had reached Choi Jaehyung’s ears.
As soon as she saw his face, she wanted to slap the guy who started with an appearance evaluation. He was still so typically ex-K-boyfriend.
“What nonsense are you talking about? I have nothing to say to you.”
“Hey, can I ask you for one favor?”
“A favor, you say? Are you even in a position to ask me for a favor right now?”
Hayoung was so dumbfounded that she couldn’t even laugh. The guy who had given her the worst trauma of her life before their broken engagement was shamelessly showing his face.
“Just listen to me for a moment.”
“Are you asking me to withdraw the lawsuit? I have nothing to say. Go talk to my lawyer.”
Of course, Hayoung’s lawsuit had been entirely transferred to Jisung in the meantime. Being sued in a series of cases by a prosecutor-turned-partner lawyer at a large law firm, it was no wonder that Choi Jaehyung was in a state of panic.
“It’s not about that.”
“I told you, I have nothing to say to you.”
“It’s good for you too.”
“I don’t care if it’s good or bad. Please get out of my sight.”
As Hayoung raised her voice, Choi Jaehyung’s face turned pale, and his lips trembled. Come to think of it, she hadn’t noticed because she was angry, but Choi Jaehyung looked at least ten years older than when she last saw him. He must have been agonizing over various lawsuits.
“Hayoung-ah, about that apartment we were supposed to use as our marital home...”
Hayoung wasn’t in a mood to listen, but Choi Jaehyung started pouring out what he had to say regardless.
“Why are you and I ‘we’? Can’t you understand what I’m saying?”
“I don’t have enough money to pay the remaining balance for it, so could you lend me some money?”
Hayoung frowned and glared at him. How could a person become so pathetic?
She wouldn’t feel any relief even if she hit him over the head, and he was asking her to lend him money?
“Wasn’t that house all settled neatly? I was supposed to get the profit from the price increase, and you were supposed to get the house. Why are you coming to me for the remaining balance?”
“You know it too. Once you buy that house, the price will go up again, right? Have you ever seen house prices go down in Seoul, Korea?”
“No matter how much it goes up, I’ve washed my hands of it.”
“Hayoung-ah, I’m begging you like this. Huh? You can have all the profit from the house price increase. I’ll give it all to you as soon as the house is sold. Just help me with the remaining balance payment somehow. Huh?”
Choi Jaehyung suddenly knelt down in front of Hayoung. It was unexpected that the guy who hadn’t even apologized for being caught having sex with another woman in front of Hayoung was kneeling down for money.
And of all times, he was kneeling down near her office during her 퇴근 time. Hayoung’s face flushed with embarrassment.
“Are you crazy? You said you had money, so why are you asking me for money?”
“I don’t have money because of the lawsuits.”
Even if lawyer fees were expensive, there was no way he had lost his entire fortune paying for them...
“What about that woman? You have your girlfriend who you can’t live without. Ask her.”
“It’s over between us. I’m sorry.”
“You’re a public official. You used to brag to me about how easy it was to get loans.”
“Actually, I’m under investigation for bribery, so I can’t go to work right now.”
“What?”
Hayoung couldn’t close her mouth. Not only was he being sued by Hayoung, but a public official was being accused of bribery... Would she be a bad person if she felt happy about Choi Jaehyung’s sudden downfall?
“It’s all a misunderstanding. So, when you’re doing your job, you know, since you work at the tax office, I...”
“Enough. Are you out of your mind? If you come to me asking for money, do you think I’ll readily lend it to you?”
“You had the money to pay the remaining balance. Let’s just sign the house contract and then sell it. You can have all the profit from the sale. I don’t have the money for the penalty for breaking the contract.”
“You’re doing this to me now because you’re about to lose even the down payment. What kind of scam artist are you acting like?”
Hayoung didn’t want to talk to him anymore and looked down at him with a pathetic gaze.
She sighed, watching her former fiancé Choi Jaehyung, who had fallen into the abyss of life in an instant, when she heard a car horn honking from the main road.
“Oppa!”
As Hayoung waved her hand, Jisung, who had gotten out of the driver’s seat, strode towards her.
Jisung, who was well over 190cm tall, instantly pulled Hayoung into his arms. Choi Jaehyung, who had been kneeling, awkwardly dusted off his legs and stood up.
“Are you okay?”
Jisung looked at Hayoung’s expression and then glared at Choi Jaehyung as if he wanted to kill him. They had seen each other a few times at court, so they already knew each other’s faces.
“I’ll go... Sorry for coming.”
Choi Jaehyung, realizing that Hayoung’s lawyer was actually her boyfriend, couldn’t say a word and turned away, bowing with a frightened face.
“What did that bastard say to you?”
Jisung asked Hayoung, looking like he would chase after Choi Jaehyung and punch him if she so much as nodded. Hayoung wrinkled her nose and grabbed his collar.
“Let’s just go, Oppa.”
“If he made you uncomfortable...”
“No. I don’t want to waste our date time on someone like him.”
Hayoung barely managed to pull the seething Jisung towards the car. Sitting in the passenger seat, Hayoung fastened her seatbelt and spoke.
“Oppa, but that guy.”
“Yeah.”
“I think he got fired from his government job.”
“Yeah.”
Jisung, who had been worked up just moments ago seeing Choi Jaehyung, answered nonchalantly at Hayoung’s words.
“What’s with the reaction? Did you know?”
“Yeah.”
“Really?”
“I heard about it while the lawsuit was going on.”
“Ah... So you knew.”
“I know everything.”
Jisung looked straight ahead as if it were nothing and focused on driving.
“I guess he took bribes.”
“So I heard.”
“You can tell a lot from one thing. Anyway, what a piece of trash.”
“From now on, that bastard will have a hard time getting a job at a private company too.”
“Huh?”
“He became credit delinquent.”
“Huh? C-credit delinquent?”
As Hayoung looked at Jisung with wide eyes, he gave a languid smile and met her gaze.
“And you know what? That bastard still hasn’t gone to the army.”
“Oh, right... He used to brag about his uncle being in the Military Manpower Administration...”
Jisung chuckled softly and muttered to himself that the guy was going to have a rough time going to the army so late.
“The traffic isn’t bad today for some reason.”
Jisung looked unusually happy today.
*** By Yoon I-ah
“Congratulations on your wedding.”
Dooyoung, who had reconciled his friendship with Jisung, held out his hand towards him. Even after their formal meeting with the families, he had been difficult and treated Jisung like a thief for taking his precious younger sister, but at the wedding hall, he blessed the two without a hint of his usual mischief.
“Thanks, Dooyoung-ah.”
“Say hello here. This is my girlfriend.”
“Ah...”
Jisung was speechless looking at Dooyoung’s girlfriend whom he was introducing.
The third-grade high school student who had been Dooyoung’s first homeroom class had already graduated from university and become his girlfriend.
“Hello.”
So, this is how you must have felt.
Looking at Song Dooyoung holding hands with his former student, he seemed like a complete thief.
It’s romance when I do it, but when that bastard does it...
No, wait. It’s Song Dooyoung who’s sharing the ‘thief’ gazes of the world with me. At least being next to Song Dooyoung makes me look less like a thief. Right. I should have a sense of camaraderie. I shouldn’t point fingers at him either.
But then, that condom with the protrusions with that young kid... Shit, crazy bastard.
That Song Dooyoung is a real punk.
No, wait. Let’s not judge. It’s romance for him too.
“Greetings.”
“Congratulations on your wedding. Oppa, I’ll go to the bride’s waiting room.”
Leaving Dooyoung’s girlfriend, who was just leaving, behind, Jisung clicked his tongue.
“And here you were calling me a thief.”
“You are a thief.”
“Ask people. Am I the thief, or are you?”
Hye-ran, Dooyoung’s mother, approached the two who were bickering about who was the thief.
“Dooyoung-ah, what are you doing here? Yongjin is handling the congratulatory money reception all by himself. Go help him.”
“Okay.”
Dooyoung headed to the congratulatory money reception, and Jisung, who had been greeting the guests, also soon moved towards the bride’s waiting room.
“Big Brother, let’s take a picture together.”
“Sure. The bride looks so beautiful today, my picture will be a disaster.”
His sister-in-law, who was the cause of Jisung and Hayoung’s first and last fight, had already become close with Hayoung. He heard that after knowing the whole story, she was so surprised that she dragged Hayoung to a department store and did a luxury bag flex disguised as an apology.
“Oh, Brother-in-law is here? No, I should call you Husband now.”
His sister-in-law Jaehee waved at Jisung.
Jisung stood in front of the waiting room, blankly looking at Hayoung’s face.
Light radiated from Hayoung in her pure white wedding dress. To be welcoming such a beautiful Song Hayoung as his bride. He had no choice but to admit that he was a thief.
Even if he was called a ‘great thief,’ he would just accept it with gratitude.
The bride’s waiting room had become quiet.
Jisung approached Hayoung.
“You’re so beautiful. You make my heart race.”
Hayoung smiled brightly, her eyes welling up with tears.
“Oppa looks even more handsome.”
“I love you, Hayoung-ah.”
Jisung, afraid of smudging Hayoung’s makeup, couldn’t bring himself to kiss her face and rubbed his lips on the back of her hand.
“Aigoo, I can’t watch.”
That’s when it happened. Song Dooyoung, barging into the bride’s waiting room, stepped back and shook his head as if he had seen something he shouldn’t have.
“Song Dooyoung, you should have your formal meeting with the families soon too. That’s when you’ll know how I feel.”
Dooyoung kept his mouth shut at Jisung’s joke. Dooyoung’s expression already looked pale at the thought of the meeting.
“I’ll be outside.”
Watching Dooyoung turn away, Hayoung carefully stood up from her seat.
“I’m scared I’ll fall because my heels are so high.”
Due to the 30cm height difference between the two, Hayoung, wearing incredibly high heels as if performing acrobatics, wobbled and grabbed Jisung’s tuxedo lapel.
Jisung held Hayoung’s hand tightly. Her small, fidgeting hand was so lovely that a smile spread across Jisung’s lips.
She looked like she would break if she fell, collapse if he let go. Jisung didn’t let go of Hayoung’s hand, the most precious thing in the world to him.
Soon, the wedding planner entered the waiting room. Hayoung leaned her weight on Jisung and walked with him. Jisung was so overwhelmed with emotion at the sight of his small and precious Song Hayoung that he couldn’t say anything.
It was the moment when Song Hayoung, who had followed him like a chick, was becoming his wife.
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T/N: There are side chapters available, but we currently don’t have access to them. We’ll update you in the future if that changes!
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