I Don't Want To Do a Romantic Comedy With a Villain! - Chapter 129

Episode 129

A man who has lived for a thousand years, including regression, can act cute like this? 

Won’t he get caught in any law? 

Min-joo turned her head and replied sulkily. 

Embarrassed, she couldn’t possibly respond as usual. 

“…It’s just casual dating. Getting to know each other, that sort of thing. Yeah.” 

Her words became unnecessarily long. As she spoke, she felt pathetic like a fool, but she couldn’t shut her mouth. 

It seemed unbearable to endure the silence. She could have fled because she felt truly ashamed and embarrassed. 

“We’ve slept in the same bed, held hands, tried everything, but still, we need time to get to know each other.” 

Please, please shut up, Park Min-joo. 

Min-joo was engulfed by the urge to repeatedly hit her mouth that wouldn’t shut up. 

By now, Vehen’s sarcasm should have returned, but there was no response. 

With black pupils, she glanced at Vehen sideways. 

“…?” 

Vehen was staring blankly at Min-joo. 

Whether he was listening or lost in his own world. Was he just spacing out? 

As Min-joo waved her hand in front of Vehen’s eyes, Vehen belatedly recoiled in surprise. 

“You weren’t listening, were you?” 

“Huh?” 

“You weren’t listening, you human.” 

Still blushing, Vehen turned his gaze anxiously, ruffling his hair in confusion. 

His wandering gaze, his lost hands fumbling through his hair, and his indecisive head movements were quite cute. 

If Vehen, who breaks down easily, finds this endearing, is it a form of love? 

“Oh, no. I was listening. Yeah, I was.” 

He looked genuinely flustered. As his head shook vigorously, his dark brown hair swayed uncontrollably. 

“…Uh, I love you. Yeah.” 

He really wasn’t listening. How much could he not listen to blurt out “I love you”? 

Realizing what he said before Min-joo could respond, Vehen hastily covered his mouth. 

His round emerald eyes sparkled like they were set with jewels. 

There wasn’t a part of his face that wasn’t red, and his trembling fingertips showed how tense he was. 

“I must be crazy.” 

Vehen muttered softly. Seeing himself look so foolish for the first time, Min-joo finally burst into laughter. 

“What’s wrong, you look like a fool.” 

In Min-joo’s refreshing laughter, Vehen also chuckled. 

Even he felt like a fool in his current state. 

Vehen chuckled softly and covered his face with his hand. His face was still red. 

“Don’t laugh. I can’t focus at all.” 

“It’s funny, how can I not laugh?” 

They laughed for a while. They laughed as much as they wanted without anyone to stop them. 

Through the gap between the bustling shoulders and the hands on his face, his wide-open mouth and disheveled appearance revealed a twenty-five-year-old youth. 

Min-joo stretched her long hair, grabbed her stomach, and bent her upper body. It wasn’t even that funny, but it felt like her sides would split. 

Vehen barely suppressed his laughter and spit out the sentence like a sigh.

“…Unbelievable.”

Min-joo raised her head, rubbing her eyes at the words Vehen muttered as if to himself.

With his nose and mouth covered, Vehen looked at Min-joo with a red face.

“Am I really your lover?”

How much longing and resignation led to this much joy?

Vehen, as if in a daze, blinked his eyes slowly several times.

His reaction both excited and embarrassed Min-joo greatly.

Min-joo grabbed Vehen’s wrist bluntly. His embarrassed red face was fully exposed.

“How many times do I have to tell you? I mean it.”

Vehen looked down at the grabbed wrist. Then, he cautiously fidgeted with his fingers and folded them.

Min-joo looked startled as she held his hand. Vehen was smiling softly.

Like a gentle puppy, brightly.

“Because of you, it feels like I’m going back and forth between heaven and hell several times a day.”

“You’re busy.”

“Because of who?”

“Doesn’t seem like it’s because of me?”

“No conscience.”

Although he sarcastically retorted as usual, Vehen’s mood seemed genuinely good.

Even as he looked at their joined hands in disbelief, his gaze returned to Min-joo.

Min-joo was getting increasingly embarrassed and felt like she wanted to bolt away.

“Stop staring. It’s annoying.”

“You told me to.”

“You’re acting like you’re my lover.”

Should she say it’s cute how he laughs again at the word ‘lover’?

Min-joo roughly sat Vehen up and leaned her head against his shoulder.

Their joined hands were warm and strangely firm yet soft in places.

“In reality, I’m not sure what love is. I sort of understand it vaguely.”

“What do you mean? What’s love to you?”

Vehen, tracing Min-joo’s hand with his fingers, asked quietly.

Her red lips moved silently.

Min-joo lightly tapped her cheek against his broad shoulders before tidying up her flowing hair.

“It’s like being partners. Someone you can rely on, spend time together with, and overcome difficulties together… that kind of thing.”

She felt like they were exchanging and owning parts of each other.

Min-joo felt like she hadn’t given Vehen a part of herself yet. Compared to Vehen, her feelings seemed too small and insignificant.

Vehen didn’t respond for a long time.

He seemed to be deeply contemplating Min-joo’s definition of love.

The man placed his head on top of Min-joo’s head in response.

His low voice tenderly approached her like a lullaby, resonating deeply.

“If that’s what you think love is, then that’s it. Your thoughts matter.”

Min-joo nodded slowly. Then Vehen’s head also perked up along with hers.

“What about Vehen then? What does Vehen think love is?”

She was curious.

Min-joo blinked as she looked down at their joined hands.

The slight height difference in their hands made her feel pleasantly fuzzy.

Vehen rubbed his cheek and said.

“Well, I haven’t thought about it… But if I had to say, effort?”

Vehen’s idea of love is that it doesn’t progress without effort. 

Whether it was the effort to save Min-joo, the sacrifice for her happiness, or the struggles to win her heart, it was all effort. Even after becoming lovers, he believed that effort should continue, and a lot of attention should be paid to sustaining the relationship.

“That’s nice. But isn’t that applicable to all human relationships?” 

“To my person, it’s particularly bone-grinding effort.” 

Min-joo detached her cheek from Vehen’s shoulder and met his gaze. Vehen also lifted his head to look at Min-joo. 

“Bone-grinding?” 

“Really bone-grinding?” 

It was a stupid question. Vehen laughed awkwardly and adjusted his clenched hands. 

“…I was worried. I was afraid you’d think my affection stemmed from guilt.” 

Min-joo couldn’t respond. His assurance of safety, akin to obsession, seemed like guilt. 

She thought he had to let go every time they regressed, but facing each other as lovers worried her. 

So she just ignored it. She even considered it as his way of showing love. 

But Vehen already knew. Min-joo watched the man with a wry smile. 

“I was obsessed with your safety, yes, I couldn’t help it, it felt like my responsibility. But it started with my love. Because I love you.” 

Vehen tilted his head slightly with a face full of affection as if his love were pouring out. 

“Every time I meet you, I fall in love. It’s not even funny. I’ve never found your petty jokes, affectionate nature, or small hands anything but adorable.” 

Min-joo’s face turned increasingly red. Despite knowing Min-joo like that, Vehen didn’t stop speaking. His emotions overflowed and couldn’t be contained. 

“Every time you smile gently, I feel like giving myself to you again. I keep falling in love with you every time we regress. So I felt guilty. I thought maybe holding onto you, if it’s not meant to be my fate, might bring punishment.” 

Losing someone you love is an incredibly painful punishment. 

Despite feeling sorry, watching Min-joo trying her best to accept Vehen’s emotions made him overflow with affection. 

Vehen gently held Min-joo’s hand and brushed his lips against her hand. 

“My guilt is born of my love, and if you want to call it obsession, I don’t blame you. If you want to call it possession, I don’t blame you. But don’t think this feeling is not love. I love you with my whole life.”

He was anxious. What if his guilt turned into misunderstanding as love? He had worried about it. 

“Min-joo, this guilt is now an emotion that will disappear. I will desperately protect you, love you, and give you my all.” 

How could that be possible? Was it because they had known each other for so long? 

Was it possible to give one’s all to another person? 

Min-joo gently squeezed Vehen’s cheek and pulled him closer without any resistance. 

Vehen obediently lowered his head without any rebellion.

With a soft tap, their foreheads met. Min-joo closed her eyes and exhaled, feeling his scent lingering at the tip of her nose.

“…It’s not light at all.”

“I could consider it light because I don’t want to tie you down with marriage.”

“Really ridiculous. But… what Vehen said was convincing. Thanks to that, I could organize my thoughts.”

His guilt would soon disappear. At the point where life wouldn’t repeat itself anymore, he could alleviate the pain he had accumulated over time.

Min-joo couldn’t grasp how to repay such deep emotions.

So…

“Can I… kiss your lips?”

Min-joo asked tentatively.

Her heart raced wildly, and the mixed breaths felt warm against her skin.

“You don’t have to ask.”

Vehen chuckled softly. With his head slightly tilted, it seemed like their lips could touch with just a little lean.

Min-joo hesitated but eventually pressed her lips against Vehen’s.

They felt soft, emitting a strange warmth, making her head spin.

Even though it was just a kiss, she felt her toes curling, and her hair standing on end.

When Min-joo pulled back, Vehen gently grabbed her hand that was on his cheek and pulled her closer, their foreheads touching once again.

“Then can I kiss you?”

Her heart raced so much it felt like her insides were trembling.

Is this how love is, with these sensations?

Even though it was just a taste, she wanted to throw up everything.

Min-joo hesitated as their lips touched, but Vehen nudged his nose against hers.

“Hmm?”

“A little, just a bit.”

With her hesitant approval, Vehen kissed her lips without hesitation.

Sparks ignited at the touch of their lips.

His cautiousness felt unfamiliar yet fearful.

He seemed passive yet subtly assertive, appearing experienced.

No, it seemed like he was trying his best not to overwhelm Min-joo.

In an instant, she felt like she was soaring through the sky, then crashing to the ground. Her fingers bent, and her spine tingled.

‘I’ve never… felt like this before.’

As her breaths became labored, Vehen barely pulled away from her lips.

She worried that her heart had exploded.

As Min-joo gasped for air, clutching her chest, Vehen looked at her with heated eyes.

His glistening lips sparkled.

“Can we do it again?”

“No, we can’t.”

“Why?”

“It’s too… too strange. This feels weird.”

There was no other way to explain it.

As Vehen blinked his eyes in confusion, Min-joo burst into laughter.