OYSB 6

They simply slept.

Quite literally, they only slept.

What an incredibly wholesome first night as newlyweds.

Eunchae, who had been expecting something rated 19+, felt utterly disappointed by their all-ages-rated wedding night.

The worries that had crossed her mind while showering before entering the bedroom last night had turned out to be completely unfounded.

How was she any different from the person who had gotten ahead of herself and celebrated before anything had even happened?

Besides, Oppa had slept so obediently, almost like a gentleman from another era.

And why on earth was the bed so unnecessarily huge?

Thanks to that, they had slept peacefully without even touching a single strand of hair, let alone the tips of their fingers.

“Where are you going?”

Doheon asked when he ran into Eunchae at the entrance just as she was about to leave after getting ready.

“To my part-time job.”

“I told you to quit.”

Doheon frowned, apparently displeased with her answer, and continued.

“You do realize I didn’t marry you so you could earn money, don’t you? Whether it’s studying or pursuing a hobby, just do whatever you want with your life. You should at least get that much out of this marriage so you won’t feel like you’ve been unfairly treated.”

That’s not it. That’s not why I married you.

I… married you because I like you.

How can someone be so smart yet so completely clueless?

What a foolish, hopeless idiot. He doesn’t understand a woman’s heart at all.

“I already told them I was quitting. But I still have to go until I find another part-time job. I’m the kind of person who takes proper manners and responsibility seriously.”

Without realizing it, Eunchae put extra emphasis on the word responsibility.

Perhaps it was because she remembered how thoroughly he had protected her last night.

“I have a morning meeting, so I can’t drive you there on my way out. Call me when you’re done. I’ll come pick you up.”

“No, it’s okay. I can take the bus.”

“Secretary Kang earns enough for me to ask him to do something like that. And what if you get lost on your way home alone?”

There he went, treating her like a child again.

He was saying the sort of thing a parent of a kindergarten child would say to her.

Still, she knew why he was so concerned, so she decided not to refuse any further.

“Okay.”

Eunchae’s lips were already sticking out in a sulky pout, like a rebellious teenager, and she had just turned to leave.

“Are you really going to leave just like that?”

“Yes. Why?”

Instead of answering, Doheon tilted his head and bent down toward her.

Why, why! Why does he keep making my heart flutter like this?

What is he planning to do if I don’t leave like this?

“O-Oppa?”

She wasn’t imagining things again, was she?

She wasn’t getting ahead of herself again, was she?

His deep gaze drew closer and closer, proving that this wasn’t just her imagination.

Her heart pounded wildly, as though it were about to burst.

Even if he was completely oblivious, this was undoubtedly the perfect moment for a kiss.

He even briefly glanced toward her chest.

Just as she thought. Oppa was a man through and through, after all.

As his face approached hers, Eunchae slowly closed her eyes.

Her pouting lips quivered slightly, as if preparing to welcome the lips that would soon meet hers.

At that very moment, Doheon’s low voice slipped out.

“…It’s undone.”

His whispered words tickled her ears, and Eunchae responded in a languid voice.

“Yes, my legs have gone weak.”

“Your button is undone.”

“…Pardon? What’s undone?”

At his follow-up words, Eunchae’s eyes snapped wide open in surprise.

Doheon tilted his head slightly and gestured toward her chest with his eyes.

Following his gaze, she noticed that one of the buttons on her blouse had come undone, leaving the front slightly open.

“Oh my goodness! W-Why is this undone?”

The only thing that had probably come undone was her sanity.

After spending such an innocent night together yesterday, what on earth had she been expecting?

“I think it’s your eyes that have gone weak, not your legs. Why did you close them?”

“A-A fly must have gotten into my eye. Ouch, it stings!”

Eunchae blinked repeatedly and waved her hand around for no reason.

Doheon tilted his head at an odd angle and muttered as though he couldn’t understand what she was talking about.

“There’s no way something like that could get into this house.”

“W-Well, maybe it came over to congratulate us on our newlywed home!”

Embarrassed and irritated, Eunchae hurriedly fastened the button on her blouse.

Her heart was wide open, just like that undone button, but he seemed to be wearing armor that not even a window could penetrate. It made her feel miserable.

“I’ll be back!”

Eunchae abruptly turned her head and rushed out of the house without looking back.

That afternoon, Eunchae arrived home before Doheon in the car driven by Secretary Kang.

The moment she stepped inside, she rolled up her sleeves and got busy.

A wife preparing a bubbling pot of stew and waiting for her husband to return from work.

It was probably a fantasy every man secretly cherished. And today, she was determined to make that fantasy come true.

She didn’t have any children yet, so becoming an ideal mother was out of the question, but surely she could at least play the part of a devoted wife.

“I may not know how to make doenjang-jjigae, but I can make spaghetti.”

After dividing the spaghetti she had prepared herself between two plates, Eunchae smiled brightly.

Just then, the sound of the door lock rang out, and Doheon entered the house after returning from work.

Eunchae hurried over to greet him.

“Oppa, you’re home! You must be hungry, right? Let’s eat together.”

Doheon looked slightly surprised for a moment but obediently followed her toward the dining room.

On the dining table sat two plates of creamy spaghetti, still steaming.

Its appearance was hardly any different from something served at a restaurant, and one of Doheon’s eyebrows rose slightly.

“You cooked?”

“Yes. It’s nothing special.”

Eunchae replied with a shy smile as she placed the cutlery on the table.

Doheon simply took off his jacket, casually draped it over a chair, and sat down across from her.

He twirled some noodles around his fork and put them into his mouth. His expression was completely unreadable.

“How does it taste?”

“It’s good. But don’t go through the trouble of cooking from now on.”

Although his tone was somewhat blunt, there was a hint of warmth in both his compliment and his concern for her.

Feeling pleased, Eunchae gave a little grin and lifted her spaghetti toward her mouth.

“It’s okay. Making something like this isn’t difficult for me… Mmph!”

It was salty, sweet, and greasy.

It tasted so terrible that she couldn’t even put it into words.

“Ugh! Why does it taste like this? Oppa, don’t eat it. Stop eating!”

Despite Eunchae’s protests, Doheon casually moved his fork once again.

“Let’s just cook ramen instead.”

Eunchae stretched out her hand, intending to snatch his cutlery away. Only then did Doheon raise his head.

He stared intently at her face before speaking.

“You’ve got something on your face.”

“Huh?”

Doheon pointed to the left side of his own lips to show her where the sauce was.

Eunchae was just about to raise her hand and wipe it away when something suddenly occurred to her.

“Here?”

There was a reason she deliberately pointed to the opposite side and asked.

In dramas, whenever something like this happened, a romantic song would start playing, and the man would gently wipe the woman’s lips for her.

“Not there.”

“Here?”

When Eunchae pointed to the wrong spot again, Doheon seemed to find it frustrating and lifted himself slightly from his chair.

It worked!

While she blinked innocently, pretending not to understand anything, he leaned closer.

But what touched her lips wasn’t his hand.

It was a tissue.

“Wipe it.”

“Ah, okay.”

When did he even manage to take out a tissue?

He really was no easy man to deal with.

Looking at the empty plate left behind by Doheon, Eunchae muttered to herself.

“Wow, how on earth did he manage to eat all of that?”

As far as Eunchae remembered, Doheon had always been an especially picky eater.

She couldn’t understand how someone like him had managed to finish every last bit of that terrible spaghetti.

“Maybe he was really hungry.”

Muttering to herself, Eunchae glanced down at her T-shirt and frowned.

She had forgotten to wear an apron while cooking, and her clothes were now a complete mess.

“I should change.”

Leaving the dining room, Eunchae headed toward the dressing room.

The dressing room was designed like a walk-in closet, without any doors that could be opened or closed.

The moment she stepped inside through the open entrance…

Gasp.

She caught sight of Doheon from the side, just as he was taking off his shirt.

She should have been startled and naturally turned around to leave, but her feet wouldn’t move, as though someone had glued them to the floor.

Eunchae stood frozen in place, unable to tell whether it was her feet or her eyes that refused to look away.

She swallowed hard.

Just as one’s mouth watered at the sight of delicious food, Eunchae’s body reacted automatically at the sight of his naked upper body. It was practically an involuntary conditioned reflex.

His white shirt slipped smoothly off his body, revealing his broad, muscular back and even the flexing muscles of his forearms.

She didn’t want to miss even a single moment by blinking.

The moment she saw him casually lift his T-shirt and slip it over his head, the voice inside her mind began screaming.

Don’t put it on. Don’t cover yourself. Don’t hide anything!

It protested that she was still hungry and wanted to see more.

Eunchae had been staring at him in a daze when she suddenly snapped back to her senses.

Oh my goodness, what am I doing right now? Am I secretly peeping at my husband while he undresses like some pervert?

I’m crazy. I’m absolutely crazy!

After berating herself, Eunchae’s eyes soon began to gleam with determination.

Wait a minute. Why is this wrong? I’m lusting after my own husband. Is that a crime? If anything is guilty here, it’s love! And that ridiculously perfect body of his is the real culprit!

While reason and instinct were fighting it out in a boxing match inside her head, Doheon’s hand reached for his belt.

Unfortunately, his lower body was hidden behind the kitchen island-style dresser.

Without even realizing it, Eunchae’s feet gradually began rising onto their tiptoes like a magpie’s.

“Just how long are you planning to stand there watching?”

At his sudden remark, Eunchae’s breath caught in her throat.

She hurriedly pressed both palms over her mouth, which had fallen wide open.

“How much longer are you planning to watch, Min Eunchae?”

At that moment, her eyes met those of the woman reflected in the full-length mirror in front of him.

The woman standing there with her mouth covered by both hands and her eyes wide with shock was none other than herself.

“Eek!”

Having already seen everything she could, Eunchae finally let out a scream and hurriedly dashed out of the dressing room.