One-Shot Transmigration: Sorry I'm Here To Ruin Your Happy Ever After Chapter 40: Talk about babies

ical reached up, his fingers brushing Min-jae’s cheek with aching tenderness.

"I’ve never fallen in love before or cared enough about soone.." he said softly. "My marriage with Seraphine was just a transaction. If she were the one creating distance, I wouldn’t care. But you..." His thumb traced the corner of Min-jae’s mouth. "You can’t create distance, Kaizar. You filled my thoughts all day yesterday. I couldn’t escape the pull you have on . It’s like you’ve wrapped a leash around my heart, and I don’t even want to break free."

His words were low, poetic, and devastatingly honest. Every syllable made Min-jae’s pulse pound harder.

Sothing in him snapped.

He grabbed the front of ical’s shirt and pulled him in, crushing their mouths together in a kiss that burned and trembled all at once.

"Fuck it.." Min-jae thought, his mind spinning. "Fuck everything. I can’t escape this man... and maybe I don’t want to."

Because he wasn’t Kaizar. And soday, he wanted ical to know that.

Their lips were still locked when Min-jae murmured against ical’s mouth, breath warm and uneven, "This may co to bite in the ass later, but right now I don’t care."

ical didn’t pull away. His hands traced the line of Min-jae’s back, steady, grounding. "I’m sorry.." he said quietly. His voice was low, almost regretful. "I should have seen things from your point of view. I should have asked what you wanted, instead of assuming I knew."

He kissed Min-jae’s forehead, lingering there for a heartbeat before whispering with a faint smirk, "You blew up Seraphine’s textile houses... you really are a dangerous little thing."

That pulled a short laugh from Min-jae, but it died almost instantly when realization hit him. His eyes widened. "My bottles..."

ical blinked, slightly confused. "Bottles?" then it click. "Dont worry, it’s okay. It’s on the desk."

Min-jae pushed out of his arms and hurried to the table. He picked up each bottle carefully, turning them toward the light to inspect them. The golden liquid shimred, clear and smooth, untouched. He let out a long sigh of relief, his shoulders finally relaxing. "Thank god... they’re still intact."

ical joined him, curious. He reached for one bottle and removed the cork. The scent drifted up between them, a faint swirl of rose, sandalwood, and sothing sharper beneath it, clean but with an edge that lingered in the air.

He studied it, then glanced at Min-jae. "This is supposed to be a perfu?"

Min-jae nodded. "My first batch. I wasn’t sure it would turn out right." especially since all the ingredients were mid.

ical brought the scent closer, breathing in slowly. "This one slls unlike any other.." he said. "You’ve done sothing different with it."

Min-jae’s chest tightened slightly as ical’s words brought a warmth to his face. "You think so? I used a different thod, of course there’s going to be a different result.." he said trying to sound nonchalant.

ical nodded, setting the bottle down. "Mhm. I like it." He stepped behind Min-jae and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Min-jae sighed, still these batch was no where good enough.

He’d need to try again.

ical suddenly tightened his hold, his fingers digging slightly into Min-jae’s waist, making him groan softly. He turned to look at ical, startled to see anger flash in his eyes.

"I just rembered you passed out yesterday due to exhaustion and starvation.." ical said, his tone low but firm. "What were you thinking? You can’t skip als."

Min-jae averted his gaze. "I forgot and I was busy."

"Are you serious or stupid?" ical snapped. "We won’t have children if you’re not healthy."

Min-jae froze.

Children??

They were both n! No matter the backshots he got, he wasn’t pushing anything out after nine months.

He blinked, staring at ical like he’d just said the most ridiculous thing in the world.

He gawked at ical, utterly done. "I think you hit your head harder than I thought."

ical frowned. "What?"

"Children?" Min-jae repeated, deadpan. "Do you know how the human body works?"

A flicker of color crept into ical’s cheeks, not embarrassnt exactly, but sothing close to it. "That’s not what I ant.." he muttered, looking away. "I ant... a future. Us. You can’t expect to watch you starve yourself when your a part of my life."

Min-jae’s lips twitched, torn between irritation and reluctant amusent. "You could’ve just said that instead of talking about babies."

ical shot him a glare that was more flustered than threatening. "Don’t test ."

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"Fine. Let go of .."

He had an agenda today, to promote this perfu among the noble ladies, getting their attention would be good promotion for his business.

This was just the base version, he’d still upgrade the bottles into atomizers, so they could spray it easily.

The bulb had to be dium sized, just a tad bit bigger than the head.

He would have to find a artist for that, they were called artisans here.

And he also needed a decent glassblower.

He could go into the caves and find so tals for colors.

Then he’d have to think of costs and managent as well hiring of workers and building a shop.

ical pinched Min-jae’s cheeks because he wasn’t paying attention.

Min-jae slapped his hand away, glaring. "Stop doing that. I was thinking."

"About what?" ical asked, half amused, half exasperated.

"About the perfu.." Min-jae said. "I need you to find an artisan, the best one. And also a good glassblower. I want them here this morning."

ical’s expression softened at his seriousness. He leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to Min-jae’s cheek. "I’ll send for them right now."

He walked toward the door and pulled the rope to summon a maid.

The door opened, and the one who stepped in was none other than Serin.

ical turned toward the maid who’d just entered the room. "Call the butler.." he said simply.

"Yes, my lord."

Serin dipped a polite curtsy and was about to leave when Min-jae’s voice stopped her.

"Wait."

Serin froze mid-step and turned back, startled. ical glancing at him with mild confusion.