Ch.140140. Plans Are Made to Be Broken

After the misunderstanding that wasn’t really a misunderstanding was cleared up, a little later.

“Ah, I’m exhausted.”

Han Siwoo muttered with a sigh as he leaned back against the sofa. Then, as if his shoulders were stiff, he started tapping the back of his neck with his hand. Watching him, I quietly moved closer and began massaging his neck.

“How is it? Does it feel good?”

“Ah, yeah. Thanks.”

It’s a bit funny how just moments ago, he was desperately trying to grab my chest while I was desperately trying to avoid him. Yet here we are, not even a minute later, facing each other and smiling.

But well, it can’t be helped. I was in the wrong, and I did tell him to touch my chest first. Still, it doesn’t mean I wasn’t scared when he approached me with those wild eyes.

Yes, it’s a bit explicit, but I was scared because he looked like he’d lost his mind for a moment. So I ran away, and he chased after me, determined to grab my chest.

This would have ended quickly if either of us had poor stamina, but both of us have been exercising regularly, so our endurance is quite good. Because of that, the daytime chase lasted much longer than I expected, and only after we both exhausted ourselves did things finally calm down like this.

“Um, Siwoo.”

“Yeah, what is it?”

“I’m… sorry for doubting you. I was wrong.”

He didn’t respond to my awkward apology. Instead, he slightly turned his head and quietly gazed at me.

Though his eyes were as gentle as always, the meaning behind that gaze was clear: ‘So you do realize you should be sorry?’

…I had nothing to say. I had misunderstood based on my own assumptions and even made him take off his clothes. He must have felt quite embarrassed. He would be justified in scolding me right now.

While continuing to massage the back of his neck as he sat there with his upper body still undressed, I asked very cautiously.

“Should I get you some clothes…?”

“No, it’s fine. This feels nice and cool.”

With his arm draped over the back of the sofa, he chuckled and muttered. His gently curved eyebrows and slightly upturned lips. His voice was gentle, but his words carried weight.

He’s still not completely over it. Well… if I put myself in his shoes, I wouldn’t get over it easily either.

I love him, so I try to take care of him and accommodate him whenever possible. He does the same for me, being very attentive and caring, but this is clearly a different matter.

It was me who misunderstood him… after all.

“…”

Thinking about it again, I really did something terrible. Even if I wasn’t in my right mind because my head was hot in the moment, wrong is wrong. Feeling sorry, I withdrew my massaging hands.

At that moment, he glanced at me, then turned his upper body to face me.

“Why the gloomy face?”

“Well… um, I’m sorry for misunderstanding…”

I couldn’t bring myself to look up, so I hung my head low. This is the first time I’ve had such a misunderstanding, and also the first time I’ve had to apologize like this, so I’m not sure what the right approach is.

But regardless of how things turned out, it was ultimately my fault for misunderstanding, so I should be prepared to accept any criticism.

As I was mentally preparing myself, I noticed the other person was quiet. Having been staring at the sofa leather the whole time, I slightly raised my head. I was curious about what expression he had while looking at me.

But then, suddenly, he reached out his arm and wrapped it around my waist. Then he pulled me forcefully, and since I was caught off guard, I ended up half-embraced by him.

“Are you really sorry?”

With my waist firmly held, he reached out to fix my bangs and whispered softly, making my shoulders flinch.

Is it because his voice is lower than usual? Even though it’s not the first time we’ve talked at close range, for some reason, my heart is pounding wildly.

“Yes, I’m really sorry…”

“Really? Then.”

His muscular arms touched my waist and shoulders in sequence. He tightened his left arm to pull me closer, while with his other hand, he gently played with my earlobe.

“If you’re sorry, will you listen to what I say today?”

“W-what you say?”

“Yeah, you said you’re sorry. Then listen to whatever I say for today.”

“If I listen well… will you forgive me?”

“That depends on how you do.”

Listen to whatever he says… what exactly is he planning to make me do? There seems to be some kind of desire swirling in his eyes as he looks at me, and I unconsciously gulped.

Judging from the time we’ve spent together, he seems to be planning something quite intense, and as experience mixes with fantasy, several strange scenarios start popping up in my mind.

“What will you do? Will you do as I say?”

“Ah, okay. I’ll do what you tell me to…”

Essentially a declaration of surrender. When I nodded shyly, a victorious smile appeared on his lips. It’s an impolite thought, but that smile looked somewhat lecherous, making my heart flutter.

Am I now going to be relentlessly dominated by him who’s angry from top to bottom…? Since he practically holds my life in his hands, he’ll handle my body as he pleases.

Probably a rough time will continue endlessly without asking for my opinion at all, and my body and mind will be ravaged and left in a mess by him. But that might not be so bad either…

Somehow feeling a heat in my lower abdomen, I was about to place my hand there when, coincidentally, he grabbed my shoulder.

He stared straight at me with an incredibly hot gaze. Looking at each other like this makes all sorts of thoughts come to mind.

Recently, we’ve both been busy with assignments, so it’s been a while since we’ve done anything intimate. Since I was in the wrong, I should provide good service today. As I made such a resolution, my heartbeat became uncontrollable.

Just when I started to hallucinate that the sound of my pounding heart might leak out, he slowly opened his mouth.

“Hwa Nabi.”

“Ah, yes.”

“Let’s go out on a date.”

“Yes, I understand. Then right now… What?”

***

Moving to a new location, a restaurant in a busy area.

It was quite a close call because Hwa Nabi just sat there with a blank expression even after I suggested going out on a date, but by hurrying, we managed to make it in time for our reservation.

Our seats, which we barely reached just 2 minutes before cancellation, were by the window with a direct view of a park in the heart of the city. It’s a popular spot that’s hard to secure, but we were lucky to get a reservation.

“Hwa Nabi, what do you want to eat?”

“…I’ll eat anything.”

When I asked, she didn’t even try to make eye contact and answered weakly while staring at my chest area rather than my face, looking dazed.

I think I know why she’s acting like this. When I got close and whispered to her, she blushed and seemed really excited. But as soon as I suggested going out, she immediately deflated and has been like this the entire way here.

“Really? Then I’ll order today’s recommended menu.”

Yes, I know, but I deliberately pretended not to know and ended the conversation. Making her expect something and then saying something completely different to disappoint her. This is the basic framework of my plan for today.

Hwa Nabi isn’t good at hiding her expressions, so she’s clearly showing her disappointment, which makes my heart ache to watch. But it can’t be helped. If I’ve decided to tease her for revenge, I should do it properly, right? That way, she won’t doubt people carelessly next time.

After ordering food from the waiter who approached our table, and requesting drinks to go with it, I straightened my posture. Across from me, Hwa Nabi was looking at me with her lips tightly closed.

“…”

Though she’s silent, she’s expressing her thoughts through her gaze. If translated into words, it would be something like “Are you really going to do this?” This much is just an extension of her usual cute sulking, so I let it slide.

“What should we do after eating? Is there anything you want to do?”

“Um, I want to go shopping.”

I was a bit surprised by her unexpectedly constructive suggestion. I was internally tense thinking the current Hwa Nabi might say something strange, but shopping is really a mundane suggestion. I leaned forward.

“Shopping sounds good. What do you want to buy? Clothes? Shoes? Just tell me. I’ll buy it for you.”

“…Really? You’re not just saying that, right? I’m really not going to hold back and will buy everything.”

My words seemed to interest her, as her gaze, which had been fixed below my neck, rose to meet mine. Now she’s more like the usual Hwa Nabi. It’s nice to see the corners of her mouth curving upward.

“Sure, buy whatever you want. I have plenty of money.”

I threw in a comment, thinking when else would I get to say something like this. Hwa Nabi snickered at my joke-like remark, and just as the atmosphere was gradually lightening up.

Behind us, there was a sound of people heading towards a table for four. That’s the VIP section, I wonder who they are? Since it’s a place that’s hard to reserve, my gaze naturally turned towards them.

And I was surprised.

“Oh? It’s Siwoo oppa and Nabi unni. Oppa, unni!”

A high-pitched voice that I remembered hearing before, a young girl who made eye contact with me exclaimed loudly with delight.

Why is Narin here? That question only lasted a moment. As I quickly looked around, I made eye contact with a middle-aged couple standing next to Narin.

A middle-aged woman who looked exactly like what Hwa Nabi might look like when she ages, and next to her, a middle-aged man with a dark beard.

…They’re Hwa Nabi’s parents.

“Ah, hello. Sir, Ma’am.”

“Oh? Mom, Dad!”

I stood up immediately upon realizing. Then I bent my waist at a 90-degree angle to bow politely, and Hwa Nabi belatedly followed my lead and stood up.

Her parents acknowledged my greeting with their eyes, then signaled to the waiter with just a glance before approaching our window-side seats.

“Well, our Nabi and Siwoo. Did you come to eat together?”

“Yes, that’s right. Today is a day without lectures. Did you two come to eat with Narin?”

It was Hwa Nabi’s mother who spoke, and it was Hwa Nabi, not me, who answered. I looked around cautiously between Hwa Nabi and her mother as they chatted amicably.

Is this a situation where I should join in? What if I say something and only end up losing points… As I was seriously contemplating this, Narin grabbed her mother’s hand and pulled it slightly.

“Mom, can’t we eat with unni and oppa?”

With Narin’s words, everyone’s attention turned to me. I was momentarily flustered, but I understood why. They’re probably asking for my opinion as I’m still an outsider. I answered without hesitation.

“I’d be happy to. But I’m not sure if we can sit together since this restaurant operates on a reservation basis. Let me ask the staff…”

“Ah, there’s no need for that.”

Hwa Nabi’s father, who had been quietly listening, spoke up. Not understanding what he meant, I hesitated for a moment, and he smiled faintly at me.

“This restaurant is a subsidiary of our group.”

“…Oh.”