A man and a woman in their 20s live together without being married.[snippet]
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"Wow, honey. When are we getting married?"
As soon as I opened my eyes in bed that morning, Park Jimin, who shared the same blanket as me, brought up the topic of marriage as usual. These days, he's been bringing it up three or four times a week without fail.
"···When you want to do it, honey."
"I told you, I'll do it right now."
"Hey, honey, here we go again. Make specific plans and bring them to me. Then I'll give you my permission to marry me." Park Jimin pouted.My mother-in-law and father-in-law gave permission, but my wife didn't.
"Whenever I see you like this, I feel like you don't love me."
"What are you talking about~? I love Park Jimin more."
So, is this the start of the morning comforting Park Jimin? Today's going to be quite an exhausting day. Stop complaining and get out of here and get to work. Since I'm up first, Park Jimin doesn't protest at all, just snuggles up to the bed and covers himself with the covers. That frog, really.
"If you come out in 3 seconds, I'll kiss you..."
"Yeah, that's right. I have to go to work."
If the female protagonist even says a word, Jimin will come down from the bed at the speed of light and stand in front of her. "Honey, so a kiss?" The female protagonist almost chokes out from laughter at the sight of Jimin always running towards her, hoping for something(?), and barely manages to kiss her once.
Park Jimin, who loves that one thing to death.
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Before she knew it, Yeo-ju, who had already changed her clothes and was standing in the kitchen, was busy preparing a meal for Jimin, who was about to leave for work. With one hand, she was toasting bread in a buttered frying pan, and with the other, she was pulling the blender out of the drawer to make some fruit juice.
Jimin, who had been washing up without knowing what was going on, just came out and hurriedly put on only suit pants, his shirt roughly draped over his upper body, and he approached the female protagonist with all the buttons undone. The female protagonist glanced at him and sighed.
"Ah, Park Jimin-. Put on all your clothes and come out. Who are you always going to show off to?"
"I wanted to show you."
This boldness that never goes away makes me laugh out loud. When the female protagonist says okay and Jimin pushes her arm away, Jimin hugs her from behind with his button still on.
"Get dressed, quickly..."
"Honey, can you put something on me?"
Phew. The heroine, as always, sighed, put down her chopsticks, turned around, and without even meeting Jimin's eyes, buttoned up her clothes. Otherwise, she'd be harassed to the very end.
"What about the tie?"
"here."
As if it were a given, Jimin handed the tie to Yeoju, who smiled and accepted it. She wrapped it around Jimin's shirt collar, who was considerably taller than her, and tightened it just enough so that it wouldn't suffocate her.
"Sit down and wait. It's breakfast time."
The heroine, who flipped the bread over on time, put the strawberries and bananas she had prepared in advance into the blender and even took out some milk from the refrigerator and added it.
"I'll do this. Honey, you get ready for work too."
"···Uh, is that okay?"
Of course. Jimin, who had been feeling good since the morning after being dressed by Yeoju, skillfully pressed the blender button. Whew! While a rather noisy sound rippled through the kitchen and living room, Yeoju entered the room.
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As the heroine, with her hair tied up high and makeup on, steps into the kitchen, a glass of juice is already filling up, and Jimin is already preparing breakfast.
"What the-. It's fast?"
"Honey, you're not late, are you?"
Jimin tapped his wristwatch. When Yeoju finally checked the time, about 20 minutes had passed. It was a short time for makeup, but Jimin must have waited for some time.
Naturally, Yeo-ju moves to Jimin's side, pulls out a chair, and sits down, picking up one of the sandwiches Jimin had finished preparing. As soon as she takes a bite, her eyes snap to the phone on the table, busy checking company contacts.
"Are you busy today?"
Jimin, who was watching the female lead like that, took a sip of juice and then spoke carefully.
"That's the plan, isn't it? It's Monday today."
"Oh, right. I'll take you to school today."
School. Yes. Yeo-ju is a civil servant, a middle school teacher. And her husband, or rather, her soon-to-be husband, Jimin... is a city hall worker. Their first meeting was also due to a connection between their professions.
"Can't you come pick me up today?"
"Um... First, report the situation."
"okay-."
"What? You seem to have a secret crush on me?" Jimin glared at the female lead with a sharp gaze. If she didn't answer what was going on, he seemed ready to push her to the limit.
"···That's it, that's why."
"Today, we had a dinner with fellow teachers..."
The female protagonist had no choice but to hold her phone closer to Jimin. Jimin, who had been carefully examining the KakaoTalk messages on the phone screen, nodded.
"Still, you'll be there by 10 o'clock?"
"Yeah. Maybe?"
"maybe?"
"maybe."
Jimin, who was putting the remaining sandwich piece in his mouth, smiled faintly at the sound of the female lead's voice gradually fading away. He told her to be sure to text him the restaurant's address later.
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[07:30]
Time to go to work.
The preparations were all done a long time ago, and Jimin, picking up the black case of perfume on the shelf in the bedroom, lightly sprayed it on my sleeve. This perfume could almost be considered Jimin's favorite. Why?Because it was a gift the female lead gave to them on their first anniversary.
Besides that, Jimin has never forgotten a single gift from the female protagonist: a scarf, a suit, a watch, glasses, etc. Every time he sees Jimin, the female protagonist feels a surge of pride and happiness.
"Haven't you used it all up yet?"
On the other hand, if the female protagonist gives her a gift, she tends to only use it... whether it's perfume or a pen, everything wears out in a short period of time.
"I can still use it two more times."
Jimin smiled proudly, seeing a tiny amount of extra through the opaque case. Yeoju, coming out of the bathroom, approached Jimin and sniffed his scent.
"Does this smell good?"
"It's too good to be true."
"I'm so worried that another woman might come." Jimin adds mischievously, and the female protagonist, feeling unnecessarily annoyed, pinches Jimin's cheek. "Just try to fall for it once. I don't think either of you will survive in my hands."
Jimin, who found the female protagonist's reaction simply adorable, suddenly hugged her and buried his head on her shoulder. To be precise, right next to her neck. The female protagonist, who was quite ticklish from the sound of Jimin's breath digging directly into her, pushed him away.
"Hey...!"
"You're too good, that's the problem."
Other women don't even bother. Jimin starts making provocative comments targeting Yeoju from the morning, and Yeoju, sensing the hint, tries to avoid him by leaving the room...
There was no way Jimin would let her go. He stared into her eyes for a few seconds without saying a word, then gave her a deep kiss. Unable to withstand his strength, she nearly fell backwards, so Jimin wrapped his arms around her waist.
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The two people who had just finished their embarrassing morning skinship... Right before they were about to be laid down on the bed, the female lead, who had almost lost her mind and fallen asleep under Jimin's skillful guidance, barely managed to come to her senses and part their lips.
Wake up, Park Jimin! The female protagonist, who had shouted at Jimin for no reason, slapped both of my cheeks... I closed my eyes tightly and opened them again,
"···? Ah-huh"
At that moment, Jimin's unusually red lips caught my eye. It didn't take long for me to realize that it was my lipstick... Meanwhile, Jimin was leaning low and leaning closer to the female protagonist, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Honey, I need to reapply lip balm."
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[Manggaemanggae Saddam]
Hahahahahahaha.
When will I finally finish my serialized work? I'm just a middle school student who writes whenever I have time...
This next one might come first... or maybe Dream Lover...
