Chapter 51: Going Out -4

Chapter 51: Going Out -4

She headed towards a large department store located in the middle of downtown.

"Are the gift clothes?"

"Yeah."

When he looked at her after her response, she, as usual, moved her feet with an indifferent expression and replied.

As Dokyun followed her, he recalled the clothes Eunah had worn before.

A white, wide-fitted dress.

It generally didn't stray from that range.

Though each item looked expensive, he thought she must be interested in fashion.

'So, those clothes were gifts from that woman.'

Considering her reluctance to go outside, it seemed more plausible that Eunseol was roughly wearing the clothes she had been given.

Dokyun hastened his steps and matched his pace with hers, opening his mouth.

"Are the clothes Eunah wore to your liking?"

"Not really."

As she said that and glanced at him, Eunseol turned her gaze forward again and continued speaking.

"I don't wear them if they're uncomfortable."

Shiver.

Dokyun's steps, matching hers, stopped.

Not wearing them if they're uncomfortable.

Those words painted a vivid picture in his mind.

As he continued his thoughts, he felt a burning sensation in his chest.

When Dokyun stopped like that, Eunseol, who had also stopped walking, turned her body towards him and, with a disdainful expression, opened her mouth.

"You're like a beast."

"Uh"

Feeling awkward at the insult, he scratched the back of his head, and upon seeing his reaction, she sighed and leaned forward again, murmuring softly.

"Control yourself. It's chilling."

Her tone seemed to imply that she knew everything about what happened with Eunah.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed by her words, he honestly had no excuse.

He had indeed stuck to her like glue whenever he had the chance.

Feeling uneasy for no reason, Dokyun couldn't find words to respond to her, so he just tightly shut his mouth and followed behind her.

Still, in his mind.

"Eunah was promiscuous."

He quickly inputted the new information.

After walking for a while, Eunseol arrived at the women's clothing store and, accustomed to the surroundings, entered, beginning to choose clothes while receiving the shop assistant's assistance.

Dokyun stood a step away, yawning, waiting for her to finish her business.

The cheerful melody echoing throughout the entire store was accompanied by the warm explanations of the shop assistant, filling the space with sounds.

"This outfit is newly arrived this time"

At the end of Dokyun's gaze, Eunseol nodded vaguely at the explanations coming through and carefully examined the clothes displayed in front of her.

What surprised Dokyun a little was her attitude towards the shop assistant.Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

Her polite demeanor, continuing with respectful acknowledgments and expressions of gratitude while asking questions, felt somewhat unfamiliar.

It was natural to be polite, but Dokyun, who had always used informal speech, expected her to speak informally to the shop assistant as well. He couldn't help but be amazed by her attitude.

'But why me?'

A sudden thought crossed his mind.

The attitude that had been condescending to me kept coming to mind, making Dokyun feel unjustified. He narrowed his eyes and stared at her.

Having made a decision unconsciously, she picked up a piece of clothing and went to the counter to pay, then turned to Dokyun as she came out.

"Pick one yourself."

"Me?"

As Dokyun pointed to himself in surprise, she nodded slightly in response.

Dokyun looked around the store, scanning the displayed clothes with his eyes.

No matter where he looked, there were only women's clothes.

"I don't wear skirts."

As Dokyun said with a puzzled expression, a stronger disdain flashed across her face as she added to her explanation.

"I said I'd give it to Go Eunah, not you."

"Oh, I see."

"Ugh, idiot."

The shop assistant's words struck his chest. Why did she have to curse when she could have just said it from the beginning?

As Dokyun wondered what to say in response, he closed his mouth tightly and carefully moved on, examining the displayed clothes.

'Hmm'

Honestly, he didn't know what good clothes were.

He wasn't interested in fashion, and until five years ago, he had only worn clothes his mother bought for him, so he didn't have an eye for clothes.

As he pondered for a while, the approaching shop assistant continued with her warm tone of explanation.

"Oh, sir! This outfit would look great on you!"

An unexpected compliment.

That's about the extent of his appreciation.

After finishing the meal and heading back home with her, Dokyun once again checked the condition of the car before leaving the garage.

'Nothing.'

Not a scratch to be found.

"Phew"

A sigh of relief escaped him.

Living as a commoner, he couldn't afford to deal with the aftermath of scratching that car.

After inspecting the car and closing the garage shutter, Dokyun returned home and couldn't help but chuckle at the feeling inside.

'Why do I feel so relieved?'

It felt awkward to realize that the first emotion he felt upon returning to the space that confined him was comfort.

The expression 'a frog in boiling water' was fitting.

Without even realizing his own situation, he had already adapted to this space and found pleasure in it, which was exactly the state he was in.

Lost in this unfamiliar feeling for a moment, he heard her voice from beside him.

"I'll shower first."

Saying so, she didn't wait for a response and went into the shower room.

After changing his clothes and finishing a quick wash, as Dokyun lay on the bed in the bedroom, she came in after showering and frowned upon seeing him.

For a moment, as she approached the bed, she lifted her leg and kicked him in the side, pushing him into a corner.

"Move!"

"Go away, it's cramped here."

As Dokyun doubled over in pain that shot through his waist, she nonchalantly watched him for a moment before eventually stretching out on the bed.

"You could just say it."

"Sorry. Seeing your face makes me feel worse."

Pang..

Dokyun's rising anger was about to burst out at her remark.

As he looked at her in front of him, the words he had intended to say melted away in his mouth.

She was indeed right to be upset.

"F**k, because I'm upset"

Moisture gathered in the corners of her eyes.

Why didn't our parents make me more handsome?

As an unreasonable resentment surged, making her feel so melancholic, she spoke again.

"Are you crying?"

"No, I'm not."

Followed by silence.

After keeping her mouth shut for a moment, she uttered a comforting word in a soft tone.

"Stay strong."

She didn't know what to stay strong for, but she wished he understood that hasty comfort hurt more.

"I'll manage."

"Alright then."

A casually indifferent response, then she closed her eyes as if going to sleep, but before that, she directed one more sentence towards Dokyun.

"Tomorrow, someone else will be there."

Shiver...

As Dokyun trembled at the suddenness of her words, she added an explanation.

"I couldn't come out for a while. Other's are feeling frustrated."

"Ah."

He remembered Eunah was on the brink of being consumed by Go Eunchae's rage.

Continuing her thoughts, she added more.

"I can't guarantee I'll be able to come out often in the future, so you need to loosen up at times like this."

Listening until there, Dokyun had a figure coming to mind, so he asked.

"Are you the owner of the car?"

The owner of the sports car. The person who had made him tremble all day.

"You can check."

The answer that came back was neither positive nor negative. Dokyun tried to ask more, but she seemed to refuse further questions and closed her eyes again as if to sleep.

Where would that lead?

Anxiety surged at the unexpectedly thrown remark.

"Please, be a normal person!"

'If another crazy person like Go Eunchae came out, I couldn't handle it.'

***

Dokyun looked at the woman in front of him.

Dressed in a glamorous red frilly dress, arms crossed, looking at him with fresh eyes.

After staring at him for a moment, she softly spoke.

"Princess wants coffee."

His head throbbed.