episode_0159

The studio where the wedding photos were taken was surprisingly located not far from the center of the downtown area.

Although it is shabby, the building seems reliable as it seems to have been as sophisticated as the passage of time.

Hyukjin led me into the building, where I was just standing still and admiring. As we entered the building, a photographer came running out in socks to welcome us.

“Welcome…?”

As expected, the old photographer froze when he saw Hyukjin.

He trembled like an aspen and asked the guy why he came to the photo studio.

“Why am I, I, I, Naksachal living in such a squalid place…”

“What brought you here? Is there anything else to do at a photo studio other than taking pictures?”

“So, why are you in my photo studio… Oh, no, it’s not this. Tue, welcome! I’ll bring you a cup of tea first, so would you please wait a moment?”

The old photographer was in tears and hurriedly poured water into the coffee pot, and Hyukjin, who was watching the scene, smiled as if he was trying to calm him down.

“Take your time because I won’t eat you. I’m not here for work, I’m just here to check if it’s okay to take wedding photos.”

However, despite the guy’s efforts to calm him down, the photographer’s smile seemed like a murderous smile and he broke out in a cold sweat.

“Ha, hahahaha!!! I don’t know if someone as precious as a Rakshasa would fit into such a shabby place! Well, how about going to a better place…”

“My mother said that you are one of the best photographers in the underworld. I heard your mother also took wedding photos here?”

“Your mother took a picture here? May I ask what your name is?”

“My last name is Baek, my first name is Yuri. Do you remember?”

“Ah, I remember. He remains in this old man’s memory because he is like unspoiled white snow.”

An old photographer stroking his chin as if he was reminiscing about something.

He immediately looked in my direction and opened his mouth, pointing at me.

“He was a person of such grace that he could be compared to that of Cheonho, who possessed a brilliant golden color. Why on earth would a man like that… I made a mistake, please pretend I didn’t hear this.”

Before we knew it, the old photographer who had made coffee and tea gave us cups, and as if his nervousness had subsided a little, he smiled warmly and started fawning over us.

“There were widespread rumors that Rakshasa was looking for a marriage partner, but I never thought I would get married to such a beautiful person, hehe.”

“If you hear it wrong, it will sound like one side is a waste of money?”

“…Keuhum.”

The photographer clears his throat to show his conscience.

Then, Hyukjin sighed deeply and carefully smoothed my hair.

“How can everyone who listens say that you are a waste? I am also a person of high value as a potential groom.”

“Puh, I guess they say that because there is a good reason. Don’t you think I’m a bit of a waste?”

“Hey, you shouldn’t say that. I confessed before the fireworks.”

“That’s funny. I heard you fell in love with me first back then? You said it with your own mouth but you don’t remember it?”

“I suddenly can’t remember. Did I do that?”

Looking at the guy laughing and joking around, all I can do is laugh in vain.

Why does he risk his life like that just because one side says it’s a waste?

Isn’t the subjective point of view more important than the objective point of view?

If the people getting married don’t feel like they’re a waste of each other, that’s enough, right? Why do you care what other people say?

As we looked at him with pitiful eyes, the old photographer quickly brought us sweet snacks to calm us down.

“Hey, sorry. This grumpy old man made a mistake. Come on, stop fighting and take a look. You said you wanted to take wedding photos, right?”

The photographer began to lead us into the studio, and I followed behind the photographer, clinging to Hyukjin and whispering quietly to him.

“Hey.”

“Why.”

“Don’t listen too carefully to what other people say. No matter what anyone says, I don’t think you are good enough to be a husband.”

To be honest, there is no one like him to be my husband.

I didn’t ask to marry him for the money, but first of all, he has a lot of assets. He’s really good at working at night, so he’s never dissatisfied, and if there’s a problem, he comes right away and solves it. He’s like a real Raemon.

I have a very strong sexual desire and a lot of perverted talent, but where in the world can I find a husband like this?

Let’s think about the conditions one by one: Hyukjin is a truly flawless husband.

However, when I thought about Hyukjin and looked back at myself, I realized that I was lacking a lot compared to Hyukjin.

All I have is good looks.

Although the illustration commissions are quite lucrative, they are shabby compared to the guy who holds the card of a mansion.

Since accidents that are difficult to handle always happen because of me, whether intentional or not, wouldn’t I be considered the worst as a bride?

I feel sorry for Hyukjin for no reason.

You shouldn’t be a scum like a furry wheel that only cares about your appearance, but you should be of some help in life.

Feeling so guilty, I lowered my head and made a wistful expression, and Hyukjin, as if using mind-reading skills, comforted me with his boyish words.

“It’s okay, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have the ability as long as you suck.”

“What?”

“It sucks. That word alone cancels out all the shortcomings. And, what conditions do you have for loving someone? If we suck at each other, we love each other.”

Those words were low-class and vulgar, but they were much more effective for me who loved him.

“He is truly a fucking pervert.”

“So you don’t like it?”

“No, I actually like it.”

After laughing, I shyly kissed him on the lips.

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“Two, what do you think after looking around? W, as expected, it is a very shabby place for a Rakshasa to take wedding photos…”

“No, old man. I was really satisfied. In particular, the small garden inside the building had a simple charm.”

“Well, is that right? Joe, thank you so much for your positive review.”

Are you still scared of Hyukjin?

The old photographer closed his eyes tightly and cried, as if he were facing the death of death, but Hyukjin didn’t care at all and booked the photo shoot.

“Do you have many reservations?”

“Oh, no! Even if there is, there won’t be! Who wouldn’t give in to a Rakshasa taking wedding photos?”

The old man came out in a low-key manner and said that he didn’t mind if he came to take pictures at any time. Hyukjin thought about it for a moment and then asked me.

“Seongha, would you like to check if the wedding dress has arrived?”

“Huh? Huh… wait a minute?”

When I checked the message in response to Hyukjin’s question, I found out that the wedding dress had arrived, and when I told him that, he set the photo shoot date for tomorrow.

“Younggam, is it possible to film tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow is a holiday… but we will be opening specially!!! It’s Nachal’s wedding photoshoot, so what’s the importance of a holiday?”

An old photographer who ‘pretends’ to ignite passion and keeps an eye on Hyukjin.

While looking at the guy’s eyes, the old man gave me a desperate look asking me to help him, and I tried to stop Hyukjin, but I was no better.

“Hey, even so, visiting on holidays is a bit too much. Don’t you get angry when someone else calls you to work on a holiday?”

“That’s right, but the situation is a little different this time. Are you saying you want to get married quickly? Then, what can be accelerated should be accelerated as much as possible.”

It was already too late to change his mind.

So, I quietly expressed my condolences to the old man who would be working on the holiday, but the old man’s dead-looking face began to liven up again at Hyukjin’s words.

“You are right. I really hate it when people ask me to work on my days off. But what if we pay a price that makes working better?”

“What?”

“There is a saying, Even you won’t mind working on holidays if you pay a reasonable price.”

Before Hyukjin could ask what kind of nonsense that was, he asked a question to the old photographer.

“Younggam, is there anything you’d like to have? Not something absurd like the Yeouigeumgobong of Fighting Victory, but something a little realistic.”

“Now, could you give me some time to think about it?”

After receiving the question, the old man thought hard and carefully said what he wanted to keep.

“Maybe because I’m old, my eyes are blurry, so I can’t take good pictures. So my skills aren’t as good as they used to be. I think it would be great if there was just an elixir to solve presbyopia.”

“Is that enough? It seemed like he wanted rejuvenation like the old people above him.”

“If you cannot escape completely from providence, it is best to go cleanly to your destination. I have no intention of holding on to this thin line of life for long.”

When the photographer smiled warmly and showed only a little greed, Hyukjin burst into laughter and took out a small pouch from his arms.

“It seems to me that you are much smarter than the old people above you who call themselves wise people.”

“Wow, that’s too much praise. I am just an ordinary photographer.”

“If you are an average photographer, does that mean everyone else is below par? That’s a lie, old man.”

Hyukjin put the pouch in the hand of the old photographer who bowed his head and said goodbye, saying he would come visit tomorrow.

“The contents of your pocket should be enough as compensation. See you tomorrow then, old man. I hope you make sure you are ready.”

“Sir, please take a look! Wow, I will definitely prepare it!”

The old man saw us off at the door with a bright smile on his face, as if he had already checked the contents of his pocket.

After leaving the studio, it was too late to look around the wedding hall, so I asked Hyukjin on the way back home.

“You said we could take it easy? Isn’t it too urgent to film tomorrow?”

I have a question because he was the guy who just yesterday said there was no need to rush, but if you rush any further, you’ll end up in trouble.

To my question, the guy answered with a smile.

“A sex fantasy is right in front of you, but would you be able to endure it?”

It was truly a boyish answer.