Ch.147147. My Boyfriend Is Too Good to Me – side. Hwanabi

Being led by his unusually confident hand for a good four hours now. In that short time, I’ve experienced every kind of service imaginable.

Massage, facial treatment, makeup, nail care… these are just the ones I can remember off the top of my head, and if I were to count all the little things too, I’d run out of fingers. Anyone who saw me might have mistaken me for a famous celebrity.

No, even celebrities don’t have beauty specialists from Gangnam come to them for treatments. That means in just four hours, how much money did he spend? I’m not sure, but at least 8 zeros. Or maybe more…?

Just roughly estimating makes me shudder, and when I trembled slightly, the stylist next to me panicked and stopped me.

“Oh, you shouldn’t move. Your hair setting isn’t finished yet.”

“…When will it be done?”

“It’s almost finished, so please be patient a little longer. About ten more minutes?”

I feel like I’ve heard “ten minutes” at least five times already. Swallowing a sigh that was about to escape, I straightened my back. Having to maintain the same position for my hair to look pretty is starting to get tiring.

“But our client has such beautiful hair. Long hair that reaches below the neck must be difficult to maintain, which brand do you use?”

“What? Oh, well…”

“Other clients usually receive hair care product recommendations before they leave. But your hair is so beautiful that I think I should be the one asking for recommendations. This kind of quality only comes from really good daily care…”

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve heard this compliment. She kept chattering away, but after hearing similar repertoires for four hours straight, nothing was registering anymore. So I just gave a mechanical response followed by a lukewarm reply.

“Ah… thank you.”

But the one-sided barrage of questions continued. Each time, I answered perfunctorily, and after what felt like an hour, the hair setting was finally complete.

On the surface, there doesn’t seem to be much difference, but they maintained my original style while tidying up the stray hairs. They also trimmed the sides and back to create a natural straight hair look… Looking in the mirror, it does look neater than usual.

“Wow, you look so beautiful. Your husband will be very pleased, won’t he?”

The moment I heard the word “husband,” I inadvertently caught my breath. It’s a word and misunderstanding I’d heard a few times during my trip to Japan. Now it feels even more embarrassing.

Back then, it was foreigners who didn’t know any better, but now it’s a fellow Korean saying it? I’m not sure exactly why, but it makes my heart flutter.

“D-do you think so…?”

“Yes, really. If you go out like this and show your face to your husband, he might collapse clutching his chest. From the shock of how beautiful you are.”

“Um, can I step outside for a moment?”

“Of course. Your styling is all done now, so you can move freely.”

As soon as I heard that, I jumped up from my seat. I was about to grab the doorknob and head out of the dressing room when the stylist’s voice stopped me.

“Oh, wait a moment. Before you go out, spray this on.”

When I looked to see what it was, it was perfume. The stylist lightly sprayed some on my wrists and behind my ears, then added with a kind smile:

“This is a perfume that men absolutely love. It’s a mix of baby scent and soap fragrance, subtle and natural without being overwhelming. When they surveyed men about which perfume scent would make them want to pounce on their girlfriend immediately, this product ranked number one.”

Sex appeal and explicit survey results. Well, those are common marketing strategies used by women’s cosmetics and perfume companies, so they’re not to be trusted.

Right, it’s an obvious sales tactic. I shouldn’t believe it.

“…What’s the name of this perfume?”

*

After learning the brand and name of the perfume I just sprayed, along with various other tips, I grabbed the doorknob of the dressing room.

Click. As I carefully opened the door and stepped out, I saw him leaning against the corridor wall. With his arms crossed, tapping his shoulder with his index finger, he froze when he spotted me.

“Why are you standing there blankly?”

I thought he was a statue or something. As I approached and asked, he finally reacted. He tried to hide his crooked smile as he looked me up and down.

The effect of wearing the flowy clothes I don’t usually wear must be working, as I could see his smile reaching all the way to his cheekbones.

“Is everything finished now?”

“Yes, as you can see.”

“Good, you look pretty.”

Despite his even tone, it was quite unnatural how he couldn’t meet my eyes. He kept looking at the wall beside me instead of at me… which annoyed me, so I changed my position.

Then, he rolled his eyes to avoid my gaze. Since it seemed like he was deliberately avoiding eye contact, I was about to say something when he spoke abruptly.

“Did you change your perfume?”

“Ah, yes. I did… How did you know?”

“Why wouldn’t I know? I smell your scent every day, of course I’d notice.”

After muttering something that would make any listener blush, yet with a nonchalant face, he sniffed the air. Judging by his reaction, he seems to like the scent. Was that survey about men’s favorite perfume actually true?

Feeling secretly pleased, I stepped forward slightly so he could smell it better. And pretending to be casual, I asked lightly.

“How is it?”

“Mmm, it’s nice. Smells like soap.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“Can I smell it a bit more?”

“I don’t mind. Do you like the scent that much?”

“The scent is nice, but I’m also curious. It smells like baby and soap at the same time.”

Those two scents are indeed what men like. I let out a small sigh and moved closer until I was under his chin, looking up.

“Fine. Go ahead and smell all you want.”

“Why are you standing so close?”

“What? Does it make you uncomfortable?”

“…Not really.”

Not really? The way he can’t meet my eyes makes it seem like he’s very uncomfortable. Come to think of it, he really can’t lie. I smiled and took a moment to observe him.

A white shirt with the collar button undone, black slacks that end perfectly at the ankles. He’s not dressed particularly fancy, but his good physique makes anything look good on him.

Yes, he looks great, but sometimes he becomes awkward in these strange moments. That’s cute too, so I don’t mind.

“If not that, then what is it?”

“Just, well… I feel like I shouldn’t touch you. You put in so much effort.”

“Are you saying I’m less pretty normally?”

“No, that’s not it. You’re extremely pretty all the time.”

Deciding to stop teasing him, I stepped closer and rested my head against his chest. When I suddenly leaned into him, his hands fluttered awkwardly in the air.

Then gently, he placed his hands on my back and embraced me lightly. I adjusted my position slightly and nuzzled my forehead against his chest.

…But, there was an unfamiliar scent coming from him. If the smell he usually had around me was a deep masculine scent, what I was sensing now was lighter and fresher.

I can’t explain the difference well, but one thing I can say for certain: it’s not as good as his natural scent.

“Did you put on perfume?”

“Yes, you noticed?”

“How could I not notice? I smell your scent every morning, Siwoo.”

When I threw his own words back at him, he seemed at a loss for words, and I heard him catch his breath.

“Well, anyway… how is it?”

“How is what?”

“The perfume. I heard it’s a scent that women really like.”

I lightly gripped the hem of his shirt and sniffed again.

Still not good.

“It’s not great.”

“Huh? Not great?”

“Yes. It’s not good, so please don’t wear perfume, Siwoo.”

I paused briefly and took a short breath before continuing.

“I… I like your natural scent better.”

“…Oh, really?”

“Then I guess I shouldn’t wear perfume.” He muttered quietly and smiled. While gently stroking my back, he remained silent for a while before exclaiming softly as if something had just occurred to him.

“Ah, we should get going soon.”

“Where to?”

“Our next schedule. Today isn’t over yet, right? We still have a lot to do.”

“Wait, what else is there? Isn’t this enough already?”

“How is this enough? We’re still far from showcasing all your charms.”

Listening to the remaining schedule pouring from his mouth was giving me a headache. Even when my parents were at their strictest, it wasn’t this bad. What trouble have I gotten myself into with one wrong comment?

If I stay quiet, I’ll be stuck following his plan. I need to change the subject. But how? I’ve made up my mind to do so, but when it comes to actually doing it, I can’t think of a good approach.

What should I say to make him give up? After pondering, I blurted out:

“No, forget all that. I just want to be somewhere quiet.”

“You want to be somewhere quiet?”

“Yes. I want to rest in a quiet place.”

“So you’re saying you want to rest with me in a quiet place, right?”

“…I guess so?”

I belatedly realized I had ended the conversation in a strange way. I didn’t mean it in that kind of way. Somehow my words came out wrong.

So I looked up, intending to clarify that wasn’t what I meant, but hesitated for a moment.

He was looking down at me with a low chuckle.

“Our Nabi, you must be in quite a hurry?”

I know it was half, no, definitely meant to tease me, but my face flushed anyway. I was trying to step back to compose myself and then explain, but he wrapped his arm around my waist.

Then, unexpectedly, he pressed his lips to my forehead and smiled in the most charming way.

“Let’s go rest together.”