novel spoilers!! (in reply too)
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He didn’t get the vasectomy for a promiscuous lifestyle but because he didn’t want children. He tried to hold back from explaining every little detail because it felt pathetic.
"This oppa doesn’t need kids."
"Uh… why?"
Goyo tilted her head, not understanding Jaeheon’s words.
"You want to have my child?"
"Mm?"
"Ah, that’s kind of a problem."
Kwon Jaeheon had a half-brother. He was inherently gentle and didn’t fit in with the dark world their father lived in.
Even a paper cut would make him fuss dramatically, and just hearing someone died would make him tremble. But, so easily, he was stabbed to death. It was the act of those holding a grudge against Kwon Mooyoung.
Any normal father would have been devastated by the death of his child. But Kwon Mooyoung was not a normal father. Standing before his cold child’s corpse, he only ground his teeth and said that even a lion cub, if weak, becomes prey for hyenas.
Seeing Kwon Mooyoung not shed a single tear for his son made Jaeheon’s blood run cold. And he was annoyed at himself for feeling indifferent about his brother’s death.
He felt disgusted realizing he resembled Kwon Mooyoung—the man he hated so much.
"What’s the point of having a child that looks like me?"
Jaeheon didn’t want a child that resembled him. More precisely, he was determined to end Kwon Mooyoung’s bloodline—one without blood or tears—with himself.
But then…
Wait. Isn’t it fine as long as the child doesn’t look like me?
Jaeheon grabbed Goyo’s chin with his fingers and lifted her face toward him.
"Hmm. Let’s see…"
He scrutinized her face—up, down, and to the sides.
As her head kept being turned, Goyo furrowed her brows and repeatedly told him to stop, apparently dizzy.
Flushed cheeks, unfocused pupils, slurred speech. There wasn’t a single thing that wasn’t cute.
"If it looks like you, it’d be adorable."
Unlike his father, he hadn’t done anything to earn someone’s grudge… well, not really, but if he lived a good life from now on, it’d be fine.
With that thought, Jaeheon seemed to make a major decision and spoke firmly.
"Goyo, I don’t do anything halfway. Think carefully before you answer. A vasectomy isn’t cut—it can be undone."
It looked undignified to make such a big decision while squatting on the street, but once the knife is drawn, you have to cut the radish.
"Undoing this means unsealing it. You understand what I’m saying? If I undo it, you’ll have to have at least five. Got it?"
"Fiiive?"
Goyo swayed and held out both her hands. Then she spread all ten fingers and waved them innocently.
She had no idea about Jaeheon’s ulterior motives. She was just mimicking his finger waving because he did it.
"Ten? Isn’t that kind of hard?"
"You, is it haaard?"
"Not me, you!"
Jaeheon rejected it strongly like he’d heard something outrageous.
How dare you question my stamina. Goyo, if you want five or even ten, I can do it, no problem.
"U-uh, yeah, you, hard."
Whether she knew he was flaring up or not, Goyo giggled.
"Yeah, hard, it’s hard. I’ve never done this before."
He realized for the first time that soothing and coaxing a drunk woman was the hardest thing in the world.
How did KJ Finance’s Kwon Jaeheon end up like this? A man who lived for coolness, now squatting on the street, doing what exactly?
"I didn’t know playing with a kid would be this tough."
Even so, seeing Goyo smiling brightly at him made him think she was adorable—it must be serious.
As he let out heavy sighs, Jaeheon also began thinking seriously about how to make five kids.
I’m older, so maybe we should have them back-to-back? But then it might be too hard on Goyo’s body.
What’s so great about kids. Goyo shouldn’t have to suffer. Maybe just three?
Ha, but how would this fragile body handle giving birth. Jaeheon looked over Goyo’s body, lost in thought.
"Should we take herbal medicine together or something?"
Where did Dad get his herbal medicine again? What foods are good for stamina?
“Dog stew is the best!”
Suddenly, Kwon Mooyoung’s sly words came to mind, and he felt nauseated.
Dogs are for raising, not eating.
Ugh, even if it’s good for stamina, you shouldn’t just eat anything. Do I even need health food? Wouldn’t it work just doing it as we are?
"What the hell am I even doing right now?"
A wave of self-awareness crashed down on him.
Jaeheon never imagined he’d be thinking about something like this. He chuckled bitterly and pressed his temples hard.
Like a madman chuckling, Jaeheon cupped Goyo’s face and met her gaze.
"Baby, you need to sign a contract with me."
"Contract?"
"You have to think carefully and decide seriously. It’s a lifetime contract. It doesn’t end unless one of us dies. Do you understand?"
"Y-yeah."
Whether she understood or was just saying it because she was drunk, Jaeheon interpreted it as a yes anyway.
"Goyo, will you live with me? For life, until death!"
"Yeah."
"Good. Then do you agree to having daughters too?"
This part he had to be clear about. If Goyo didn’t want kids, he wouldn’t force it.
No way I’d end up with a son that looks like me, and Goyo turning into a son-obsessed mom, right? That’d be the worst.
"Daughters?"
"Yeah, three of them, easy to remember. Got it?"
"Yeah."
Looking into Jaeheon’s eyes as he held her face, Goyo nodded.
To the fully drunk Goyo, Jaeheon’s voice sounded like beautiful music. Like a flowing melody, she kept nodding her head to the rhythm of his voice.
Jaeheon pulled Goyo’s hand over, hooked his pinky with hers, and pressed their thumbs together. Goyo felt like they were playing house and couldn’t stop giggling.
Whatever her state, in the end, Jaeheon had made a contract with Goyo.
"You can’t back out now, Goyo-ya."
A deeply satisfied smile spread across Jaeheon’s lips.
"A verbal contract is still a contract. And for your reference, the guys who joked around with me all ended up at the bottom of the ocean. But I’ll be generous with you and just keep you confined at home. Got it?"
He stared her down, demanding an answer. But completely wasted, Goyo just giggled and swayed, unaware she had just signed a terribly one-sided contract.
Jaeheon was extremely pleased with the contract he’d just made. From Goyo’s perspective, it was a sneak attack contract, but Jaeheon was merely following his father’s teaching: do whatever it takes to get what you want.
"The old man will be thrilled. He kept nagging about grandkids, and now he’ll get to see pretty granddaughters."
Even if she forgot everything once she sobered up, he wouldn’t let her off. A true adult has to take responsibility for what they say.
I’ll gladly take full responsibility for what I’ve promised.
Baby, from now on, let’s try our hardest—together.
So he decided to undone his vasectomy? Because so far as I read this he still has it. Right ? When will this conversation take place ?
I believe this is directly from the novel, and soon he will be getting it undone.
Damn the novel is better...
sb on twitter points out that the place they are at looks the same as the one Megumi is in OP1. In the OP, Megumi seems like he was looking for sth, and in the latest chapter, he is finding Yuuji. damn foreshadow. coincidence? I think not. Σ( ￣□￣||)
http://www.mangago.me/read-manga/jujutsu_kaisen/mrk/mpn_chapter-2507166/pg-7/
http://www.mangago.me/read-manga/jujutsu_kaisen/mrk/mpn_chapter-2507166/pg-17/
fck i got an exam tmr and look what im doing rn i dont wanna be horny anymore. i wanna pass the exam safely
im going to hell for enjoying this
IM SCREAMING ME TO...me to
I am not even christian but this feels wrong to read
Sameeee
one kiss is all it takes
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fallin in love with me
didn't expect it but damn that was hot af
I meant to upvote... Im sorry too excited omo omo ε=ε=(ノ≧∇≦)ノ
nah it's fine ╮(￣▽￣)╭ i do that all the time
That was so fcking embarrassing that I threw my phone unconsciously..
Me too... but it was my computer
Me too.. but it was my tablet
R.I.P electronics
i read the novel like a year ago, u tell me now there’s a manhwa too?
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story is just ok imo but what i like about this novel is the yearning from the ml (the older guy)
i’ll put my fav scenes in the comment ლ(´ڡ`ლ) (nothing beats a scum regretting HARD)
Tap, tap! Urgent footsteps sounded behind me. Han Ju-eon, who had run up with wide strides, finally grabbed my wrist.
“Wait a second, Won-ah… just wait a second.”
I glared at him with irritated eyes. Then Han Ju-eon, breathing heavily, pushed a pair of white sneakers in front of my feet.
“If the wound spreads any more from here, it'll be serious. It’s all my fault, so for now… just for now.”
“……”
“At least wear shoes.”
Only then did I realize it — that I was trying to go home without even wearing shoes. As he kept catching his breath, he knelt down in front of me. At that moment, a conversation we once had in front of the school came to mind.
‘Not even understanding how our Won feels… What should I do? Should I at least kneel down or something?’
‘Hhuek, you’re not gonna kneel anyway.’
‘Yeah, true. That would kill my pride.’
I realized then that Han Ju-eon had finally thrown away his pride. I had wanted it so badly — for Han Ju-eon to be desperate and earnest with me, even just once. This was exactly that moment. But now that I had it, it felt so petty and insignificant that it stirred nothing in me. My tightly closed lips moved on their own.
"I'm still seeing Jeong Hwa-ik."
"……."
"It's long-distance, but we meet up when we feel like it, eat together, have sex and all that."
Sex, my ass… I did feel bad for using Jeong Hwa-ik like this after he got dumped, but there was no other way. I decided to act even more shamelessly.
"It's just easier that way. I'm sick of clingy stuff, like someone."
"……."
"I'm planning to keep it that way."
At my finalizing words, Han Ju-eon rubbed his brow with an unreadable expression. I watched his face anxiously, wondering what kind of response would come. He might explode in anger like before, or spit out something harsh with his eyes blazing. If it was Han Ju-eon, it was entirely possible.
“Cool, just like kids these days.”
“…What?”
“I said, you’re cool.”
But what came out of his mouth had a completely different vibe.
Did I mishear him? I couldn’t take his words at face value and only tilted my head slightly.
Then Han Ju-eon, as if trying to help me understand, began to speak in a gentle voice.
“If you’re going to keep seeing him, then go ahead.”
“……”
“This time I’ll be the second. What else can I do? I was a total jerk to you too.”
I had nothing to say. It was true — Han Ju-eon had treated me like crap.
“I’ll quietly take my punishment. Even if it’s as the second, let Won make me that.”
But it was shocking that he, of all people, was clinging and even coveting the position of being second. To be honest, it was also burdensome.
"I… I don’t like middle-aged men with no money."
"……."
"You— you got kicked out of your executive position. I saw it on the news."
In the end, I decided to change my approach. I provoked his pride by bringing up the executive role he had lost. I thought that would finally drive him away.
"You think I can’t get that damn position back?"
"……."
"Don’t worry. I’m already sharpening my knife. I’ll snatch that executive seat back and hand it over to Won."
But it had no effect at all. As expected, he was someone far removed from normal communication.
My feet hesitated. Just as I was about to flee—
"Or should I just die early for you?"
He said something completely out of the blue.
"What… what did you say?"
I stopped in my tracks and looked up at him.
Han Ju-eon, paying no mind to the panic on my face, opened his mouth again.
"I’ve got full accident insurance coverage, you know."
"……."
"I’ll change the death payout to your name. At least enjoy that while dating a guy ten years older than you."
The dizzying confession made my vision spin.
"…He’s insane, this guy."
I instinctively let out a startled gasp out loud. At that, Han Ju-eon burst into laughter like he was enjoying himself. At the sight of his bright smile, something I hadn't seen in so long, my heart shook before I could even stop it. Eyes curved prettily, corners of his lips lifted cheerfully. The feelings I had tried to forcefully bury began to push up and out of my chest.
As I hurriedly tried to turn my gaze away, Han Ju-eon strode right up in front of me.
"How is it — am I starting to pull you in now?"
His sneaker and my shoe felt closer than ever before. Before I could come to my senses, he spoke first.
"No matter how I think about it, I must really be trash."
"……."
"I want to hold you, sleep with you, keep you by my side — I can't stand it."
The blunt confession left me dazed. At this rate, it was clear I'd get swept up by Han Ju-eon again.
"Not me. I… I’m sick to death of men like you now."
After catching the breath that had risen to my chest, I forced my voice to come out as cold and indifferent as possible.
"I don’t like married men, but I hate divorcés even more."
"……."
"It means I don’t want my life ruined again."
At my firm rejection, Han Ju-eon gave a bitter smile.
"So don’t come looking for me anymore."
"……."
"If you show up just one more time, I’ll run away with Jeong Hwa-ik."
At my bold words, Han Ju-eon’s brows drew together. I stared straight at his face, crumpled like paper, then took a step into the dark street. All I could hope was that today would finally be the end of him coming to me.
So does she still end up with Ju eon?
do u mind sending the link to the novel?
Where do u read the novel??