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Chapter 16
The moment those utterly unexpected names came up, Yewon’s heart started pounding.
“Anyway! I’m going to legally change your name to Han Yewon, so remember that!!”
Wooyeon grabbed Yewon and shook her around.
“Stop talking nonsense and put Yewon down—”
“In this harsh, barren, crappy world, I just realized the only hope is Yewon. In this savage safari full of Seo Yeonho who only knows how to charge like a rhinoceros and Lee Doha who only knows how to run like a gazelle, Yewon is the one and only hope. So I’m just going to take Yewon home with me and live happily ever after—ack!”
“Put her down before you talk, Han Wooyeon. You’re scaring her.”
Realizing the only way to shut Wooyeon up mid-speech was through physical intervention, Doha pinched his side and snatched Yewon away.
“Nooo! Don’t take Yewon from me—my Yewon—!”
“Since when is Yewon yours? Move.”
Doha hugged Yewon tightly and kicked Wooyeon aside like a clingy pest.
“…You were scared, right? Sorry.”
“I wasn’t scared.”
She really wasn’t. He just looked insane.
Sighing deeply, Doha headed toward the kitchen, leaving Wooyeon whining behind.
“…But.”
“?”
“Why won’t you do it for me?”
…Do what?
It felt like half the sentence was missing.
Yewon tilted her head in confusion.
“…Never mind.”
Doha turned his face away, as if he couldn’t bring himself to finish the thought.
Ah. Could it be?
“Ho-o.”
“!”
Yewon blew a soft ho-o of breath onto Doha’s cheek.
Was that it?
“Should I do it again?”
“……”
Instead of saying no, Doha stayed silent.
Does that mean yes or no?
Unsure, Yewon figured it wouldn’t hurt to do it once more—
“Ho-o…”
She breathed warmth into him again.
“Don’t get hurt.”
Her pronunciation blurred a little from whispering, but she didn’t care.
Because—
“…Okay. Uncle won’t get hurt.”
A small smile spread across Doha’s face, which had been dark only moments before.
Yewon looked up at him with complicated feelings.
‘…So that’s why you never told me who Grandma and Grandpa were, Uncle.’
At first she had felt a little hurt that neither her mom nor her uncle would tell her.
But after seeing the truth with her own eyes, she understood Doha completely.
If it were her, she wouldn’t have been able to tell anyone either.
‘…Of course you couldn’t.’
How could anyone casually say their parents were the nation’s top actress and greatest film director?
Especially when the two weren’t even married.
Wooyeon hummed cheerfully as he finished showering and sat at the dining table.
He kept giggling to himself.
‘Yewon did ho-o for me.’
And before Lee Doha, too!
I got ho-o first!!
Honestly, when Wooyeon first saw Yewon, his only thought had been, She’s cute~ She looks exactly like Lee Doha. That family’s genes must be ridiculously strong.
He’d always liked kids, but with Yewon…
‘…She looks too much like Lee Doha. It makes me hesitate without meaning to…’
Every time he tried to think, How can she be this cute and lovely? Is she an angel? I want to bite those cheeks,—
Lee Doha, who looked exactly like her, would be standing behind her with that icy glare.
‘…This is all Lee Doha’s fault.’
Yewon wasn’t guilty of anything, but Wooyeon absolutely did not want to think those kinds of thoughts while looking at Doha.
So he hadn’t been able to adore Yewon freely until now…
But the moment she gave him that ho-o, all hesitation melted away.
After all the suffering he’d endured—
Lee Doha, inflexible to a fault, sensitive and difficult to deal with.
Seo Yeonho, blunt and cold with questionable social skills (Wooyeon thought he just didn’t bother trying).
And…
‘……’
Let’s not even start on that psycho cat Lee Eon.
Not to mention Yoo Taeyoung, the walking inferiority complex.
Everyone at the company knew Wooyeon had suffered the most while being the only relatively normal one.
And yet nobody helped him.
They just dumped all the emotional labor on him because he was the only one who could handle those lunatics.
Then suddenly—
An angel descended into that hell.
Lee Yewon the angel!
If the Infinite Church of Yewon had scripture, it would describe that moment like this:
“…And when Angel Yewon breathed ho-o upon Wooyeon’s worn and weary heart, his spirit was restored in full…”
Her warmth healed him.
And not just him.
‘…I’ve never seen Lee Doha this soft for this long.’
Wooyeon had known Doha for over a decade.
And Doha used to be a ticking time bomb.
Constant isolation. Self-loathing. Depression.
In public he was the perfect idol—gentle and kind.
But once schedules ended, he locked himself away completely.
Nobody could reach him.
Not even Wooyeon.
Yet after Yewon arrived—
He ate meals.
He came out of his room.
He turned on the lights.
He talked.
He smiled.
He smiled—something only fans ever saw before.
Wooyeon still couldn’t believe it, but it was real.
So during his shower, he came to one conclusion:
‘We have to keep Yewon here. No matter what.’
For Doha’s future. For his own future.
For everyone’s future.
‘I need to fix my speech, behave better—anything to make her stay.’
Right as he sat down with that iron resolve—
“Get out.”
“…What did you just say, bastard?”
Lee Doha ruined everything.
