That Face Is the Problem - Chapter 86.1
Da-sol did not seem to care at all whether this was Jae-gyeong’s place or his own. Jae-gyeong stood blankly in front of his bedroom door, now locked, then turned and went to lie down on the living room sofa. He lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to organize his thoughts.
‘So, there is a possibility that my first love is Mr. Da-sol….’
The kiss where their teeth had bumped against each other actually hadn’t been very memorable, nor was it disappointing. Jae-gyeong’s heart raced at the recurring thought that the fairy from back then might have been Da-sol.
‘If that child really was Mr. Da-sol… then it makes sense why I fell for Ms. Da-in. It also makes sense that the moment I saw Mr. Da-sol, I felt he looked exactly like Ms. Da-in.’
Strictly speaking, Da-in and Da-sol didn’t look like twins. It was just that at a glance, they looked similar, and both were flashy beauties. They shared the common trait of being short. Now that the rose-colored glasses regarding Da-in had come off, that was all it amounted to objectively.
And yet, the reason he had felt bewitched by Da-in and reminded of that first-love girl… was it because she resembled Da-sol, who had a stronger “girl-like” vibe when he was younger? Then really… As Da-sol said, was he the “original”?
Jae-gyeong’s chest swelled with joy. If so, this was practically destiny. The first love he thought hadn’t been human was actually a human, and on top of that, it was Da-sol!
Da-sol had kept the possibility open by saying it might not be him, but Jae-gyeong was 100% convinced. Even though it seemed like Jae-gyeong’s memory had been a bit romanticized… there were simply too many similar points in both of their memories.
If that were the case, it was truly something that could appear on <Surprise! TV>, and it was a story worthy of being talked about for ages as a romance of the century.
If there had been someone destined for Jae-gyeong, who had always failed in love….
Jae-gyeong, lying on the sofa, suddenly started kicking his legs wildly into the air. The kicks of an A-class physical-type hunter created vicious whistling sounds cutting through the air, but Jae-gyeong was just excited and kicking his feet. He hugged the sofa cushion tightly.
‘My destiny is Mr. Da-sol…!’
Before long, the sofa cushion popped.
“Ah… I popped it again….”
Jae-gyeong made a tearful face, gathered the torn leather and cushion stuffing, and threw them into the trash can. He had popped a pillow last time too…. He kept forgetting how weak the materials of pillows and cushions were.
Just then, Da-sol burst out of the bedroom. He had a determined expression as if he were prepared to say something, but as soon as he saw Jae-gyeong standing in front of the kitchen trash can with a tearful face, he seemed to have forgotten everything he had prepared to say.
“Why are you crying again? Did something happen in the meantime? Or were you surprised because I slammed the door? I didn’t do it because I was angry; it was just the wind.”
Da-sol, who had been scolded by his family for slamming doors since he was young, made a habitual excuse (a habit born because Da-in would habitually tattle, “Mom, Dad! Seo Da-sol slammed the door!”).
But Jae-gyeong wasn’t crying; the corners of his eyebrows and lips were just slightly drooping.
“I’m not crying, Mr. Da-sol….”
At that, Da-sol approached quickly and peered into Jae-gyeong’s eyes. Jae-gyeong froze, surprised by the sudden close proximity of Da-sol. His heart, which had been racing mercilessly until just a moment ago, began to thud as if it had regained its momentum.
“Oh, you’re not crying. Your eyes droop, so you look like you’re crying whenever you even make a slightly sad face.”
“Were you… worried?”
Jae-gyeong asked in an expectant voice. Da-sol furrowed his brows. Jae-gyeong expected him to get angry and ask if he was crazy. He braced himself, shrinking his shoulders, but Da-sol spoke, clearly showing his displeasure.
“Isn’t that obvious? We’re dating now. Just how much of a sociopath do you think I am?”
“Huck….”
‘You were angry about that?’
Tears began to well up rapidly in Jae-gyeong’s eyes. As the tears really began to surge, Da-sol was flustered.
“Why, why are you crying this time?”
“Because you said… we’re dating… I’m just so touched….”
“You really do have a lot of reasons to cry. Stop crying, will you? You’re going to make me think something’s wrong.”
“Yes, I’m sorry….”
Jae-gyeong blinked while looking at the ceiling. It was one of the ways he swallowed tears, a deep-seated habit just like Da-sol slamming the door.
And that strangely tugged at Da-sol’s heart. ‘Why does he keep saying sorry for everything?’
“…No. Keep crying. If you want to cry, cry. Why are you holding it in?”
Da-sol grew gradually more huffy.
“From now on, if anyone tells you not to cry, cry even louder. You want to express your emotions, so who has the right to be a jerk about it? If there’s anyone who says anything, memorize their name and class and report them to me.”
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