“What were you talking about for so long?”
As soon as Sunwoo stepped out of the doctor’s office, a sharp voice greeted him. Turning his head, he saw Kang Jinwook standing stiff as a statue, glaring at him without even bothering to sit down.
Had he been standing there glaring the entire ti?
Instead of answering, Sunwoo checked his phone for the ti.
Only ten minutes. Hardly a long conversation by any standard.
“Just the usual—eat well, stay active to avoid losing stamina, that kind of stuff.”
Kang Jinwook frowned, clearly dissatisfied with Sunwoo’s curt response.
“Anything else?”
“Anything else?”
Sunwoo looked at him as if asking what more he could possibly want. Sure, there was sothing else, but—
“Did you record it?”
“Why would I do that?”
What a ridiculous question. Jinwook furrowed his brow in irritation.
Sunwoo shot a glare at him before brushing past. Fortunately, Jinwook didn’t press further and simply followed behind him.
As they walked down the hospital corridor, Sunwoo recalled the conversation he’d had with Dr. Han Soojin.
“Alright, Sunwoo. Here’s what we’ll do. You can’t keep it a secret forever. If it does get out, just admit it’s a pregnancy.”
“But…!”
“You said you don’t know who the baby’s other biological parent is, right?”
Dr. Han had asked, her gaze clearly implying it must be the person waiting outside.
Whether it was her sharp professional insight as a doctor or just plain intuition, Sunwoo couldn’t say. Either way, he couldn’t give her a clear answer.
“I’ll think about it.”
“One more thing, Sunwoo. If you’re not planning to reveal it, it’s best to handle this quickly. We’ll need to check, but your hormone fluctuations might already be releasing pheromones.”
Dr. Han’s cautious tone stayed with him, and he nodded silently in response.
“Did they ntion surgery or dication?”
The sudden question from Jinwook startled Sunwoo, making him turn his head sharply. He processed the words for a mont before replying.
“Oh, right. They gave
a prescription, so I need to stop by the reception desk and then head to the pharmacy.”
With that, Sunwoo headed to the nightti paynt window. The receptionist behind the counter visibly tensed when she saw Jinwook. Understandable—an absurdly handso man glaring like that could rattle anyone.
Unlike the nervous receptionist, Sunwoo calmly accepted the prescription. Even if Jinwook tried to check what the prescription was for, it didn’t matter—it was all supplents anyway.
Jinwook showed no interest in the prescription, though. He simply followed close behind Sunwoo like a shadow.
“Where are you going?”
Outside the hospital, Sunwoo paused to take a breath in the warm night air when Jinwook asked the question, standing beside him.
“To get the dication.”
Sunwoo gave another curt reply and started down the stairs. At least, he tried to—only to freeze when a hand suddenly appeared in front of him.
“Give it to .”
Give what? Sunwoo shot him a look, only for Jinwook to scowl deeply and snatch the prescription right out of his hands.
“Huh?”
Before Sunwoo could protest, Jinwook handed the prescription off to Secretary Gwak, who had appeared at the bottom of the stairs.
“Take care of this.”
What the hell? Why was he giving it to Secretary Gwak?
Before Sunwoo could express his disbelief, Secretary Gwak disappeared toward the parking lot with swift, obedient strides.
“What are you doing?”
“Follow .”
Sunwoo demanded an explanation, but Jinwook rely gestured for him to follow.
Where is he taking
now?
With no reason to argue in front of the hospital, Sunwoo reluctantly followed Jinwook down the stairs.
They stopped in front of the car they’d arrived in earlier. The driver, who had been waiting inside, quickly got out, bowed, and opened the back door.
Jinwook gestured toward the open door.
“Get in.”
‘If this was the plan, couldn’t he have said so earlier?’
Suppressing a grumble, Sunwoo stepped into the car. The air conditioning inside was refreshingly cool, but the awkward atmosphere made it anything but comfortable.
Jinwook sat with his arms crossed, his lips pressed in a firm line. He looked deep in thought.
Sunwoo didn’t feel like breaking the silence, so he pulled out his phone and absentmindedly scrolled through the news. Eventually, a headline caught his eye.
Top Vacation Spot: Jeju
Jeju Island? That was one of pre-transmigration Sunwoo’s dream destinations. He had always wanted to go there for vacation but never had the chance.
Compelled, Sunwoo clicked on the article. Large photos filled the screen—pristine white sandy beaches, erald-green waters, bright sunshine, and picturesque hotels. It was like a dream.
“Wow…”
He let out an involuntary exclamation, drawing Jinwook’s attention for the first ti. Jinwook glanced over and saw the photos on the screen.
“Jeju Island?”
Startled, Sunwoo quickly looked up, eting Jinwook’s eyes.
“Do you want to go?”
“...What?”
“If not right now, maybe next week.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You looked it up because you want to go, didn’t you?”
“Oh…”
It dawned on Sunwoo what Jinwook ant. His gaze fell back to his phone.
He hadn’t looked at it with the intention of going—he just thought it looked beautiful. But now that the idea had been planted, staying there for a while didn’t seem like such a bad idea.
Before, he hadn’t had the ti or money to make it happen. But now? It was entirely possible.
“Yeah.”
Sunwoo's head bobbed up and down in agreent. Yeah, that didn’t sound too bad.
If he could just hop on a plane and fly far away to Jeju Island, maybe Kang Jinwook’s inexplicable interest would finally disappear.
Sunwoo stole a glance at Jinwook, who seed lost in thought again, his gaze fixed elsewhere.
Seizing the mont, Sunwoo considered checking flight options on his phone but hesitated. There was no need to give Jinwook any reason to suspect he was planning anything.
I’ll just look it up at ho later.
That thought brought up another: he still hadn’t packed up his apartnt after notifying the real estate agent that he’d vacate the place.
First thing I’ll do when I get back.
Just then, Secretary Gwak opened the passenger door and handed over a pharmacy bag.
“Give it to ,” Sunwoo said, stepping forward with an outstretched arm.
Secretary Gwak glanced at Sunwoo’s hand but then turned his gaze to Jinwook, silently asking for approval. Jinwook gave a curt nod, and only then did Gwak hand the bag to Sunwoo.
Seriously? Sunwoo stared in disbelief at Secretary Gwak, clutching the bag to his chest. Why did Jinwook have to approve him getting his own dication?
Opening the bag, Sunwoo noticed it was bulkier than expected—probably a month’s supply of supplents.
“Drop
off at ho,” Sunwoo said, looking out at the city speeding by.
Jinwook, who had been sitting with his arms crossed and staring ahead, suddenly turned to him.
“What ho?”
“The one I live in.”
Where else would I an? Sunwoo stared back at Jinwook, who furrowed his brows in visible displeasure.
“I thought you said you sold it?”
“It hasn’t been sold yet. I haven’t even packed up my furniture and belongings.”
Sunwoo pursed his lips, rembering how Jinwook had completely disrupted his schedule.
“I’ll take care of it myself. Don’t interfere.”
“It’s my business, so back off. You shouldn’t be ddling in my affairs, Kang Jinwook.”
Sunwoo’s retort didn’t sit well with Jinwook, whose expression darkened. Sunwoo, however, defiantly stared back as if daring Jinwook to do sothing about it.
“Drop
off in front of my apartnt,” Sunwoo finally said after a lengthy staring contest. Jinwook’s brows twitched with irritation, but he eventually instructed the driver to take Sunwoo to his building.
Returning to his apartnt after two days, Sunwoo hesitated in the living room.
The place was empty, but sothing felt… off. It was the unsettling sensation that soone had been here while he was gone.
Scanning the room, his eyes landed on a cushion on the couch. Its position was different from when he’d left.
He distinctly rembered stacking two cushions side by side before leaving. Now, one was oddly displaced, sitting far apart from the other.
Cushions don’t move on their own. Soone must have been here.
“Kang Jinwook’s handiwork,” Sunwoo muttered, shaking his head in exasperation. Who else would trespass into his ho?
“I get that he’s overbearing, but this is crossing the line.”
He wasn’t even Sunwoo’s boss anymore. If he pulled this stunt again, Sunwoo swore he’d kick Jinwook’s shin.
As he walked through the living room, Sunwoo suddenly stopped in his tracks.
“But how did he even get in?”
The keypad lock was untouched. The realization hit him with an audible sigh.
“Oh… right. It’s his birthday.”
He had set the passcode to Jinwook’s birthday ages ago and had never bothered to change it.
It hadn’t seed important at the ti, but now that he knew soone—likely Jinwook or soone under his orders—had figured it out, Sunwoo felt a deep sense of embarrassnt.
Scratching his cheek in discomfort, he headed to the dressing room to change into sothing comfortable, then collapsed onto the couch.
He hadn’t done much, yet he felt exhausted. He closed his eyes, and the image of Jeju’s erald waters sparkled in his mind.
“Maybe I should really go to Jeju…”
Leaning back against the couch, Sunwoo pulled out his phone and searched for flights to the island.
To his delight, there were plenty of options—even late-night departures.
“Perfect. I’ll leave tomorrow.”
Since he’d told Jinwook he was clearing out his belongings, he probably wouldn’t show up tomorrow. Sunwoo just needed to slip away before then.
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