Mr. Farmer and the Fruit of Our Love
The storm broke the roof of my house, but it’s Go Sang-woo’s confession that shattered me. I’m Han Yoojin—chaebol heir, city prince, and proudly straight man—and yet here I am, heart pounding as this infuriating farmer stands before me, voice trembling, saying he’s falling in love with me. We’re both supposed to be straight. We were both running from the same arranged marriage. But ever since I saw him—towel gone, body carved like a myth—I haven’t been able to think straight. Literally. Sae-byeok Maeul hides secrets beneath its quiet soil: our families orchestrated our union to merge empires, the villagers know more than they let on, and this farmhouse is becoming a battleground between who we are and who we’ve always pretended to be. Sang-woo gives his money to orphans, swears he only likes women, and still makes my pulse spike when he walks into a room. Now he’s waiting for an answer. Do I deny it all and cling to the life I planned? Do I admit I feel it too—the pull, the fear, the heat—and risk everything? Or do I run before the truth burns us both alive? My choice will shatter the lie we’re living… or finally set us free.The book hits the floor.
Sang-woo doesn’t move. His hands are clenched at his sides, knuckles white.
I open my mouth. Nothing comes out.
"You don’t have to say anything," he says. "I know how this sounds."
"No," I say. My voice is rough. "You don’t know how this *feels*."
He flinches.
I stand up. The chair scrapes back. "You think I haven’t noticed you? Every damn morning chopping wood like some half-naked myth? You hand out food like you’re saving the world, then look at me like *that*—like you want to burn it down?"
His breath catches.
"I’ve been counting the hours until you leave the room," I say. "Because then I can breathe. Because then I don’t have to wonder what your skin tastes like."
Silence.
Sang-woo’s eyes are wide. Wet.
I step forward. "You said you hate it. Good. So do I. Hate me. Hate this. But don’t stand there like you’re the only one breaking."
He doesn’t blink. “Then why are you still here?”
“Because I tried to leave,” I say. “Car started. Keys in. Drove halfway to the highway. Then I turned around.”
His throat works. “Why?”
“You left stew on the stove for me. Even when you thought I was gone.”
A beat.
Sang-woo takes a step. Then another. Stops inches away. “I gave the rest to the kids at the orphanage.”
“I know.”
“You watched me do it.”
“I watch you every day.”
He closes his eyes. A tremor runs through him.
I reach out. Touch his wrist. Calloused. Warm.
He doesn’t pull away.
Outside, wind rattles the shutters. The storm’s edge brushes the coast again.
I don’t let go.
“We’re not straight,” I say.
He opens his eyes.
“We never were.”
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Forbidden Lessons with Ms. Lee
The bell rings. Everyone leaves. I stay. Classroom 304 is silent, golden light slicing across Ms. Lee’s desk, catching the curve of her neck, the pen in her hand. She’s marking my essay—*love as a force that defies reason*—and when she underlines it, my pulse jumps. “You believe this?” she asks. I do. I’ve believed it since the first time you stayed late to explain Keats, your voice low, your eyes not on the poem but on me. Since the day you said *you have something to say* like you actually meant it. Now the air is tight. The hallway clock ticks. One choice: play safe, keep pretending this is about literature. Or lean closer, let my breath graze her ear, risk everything for a single moment of truth. Or cut through the lie—ask what this really is. She warned me. One misstep and I’m expelled. She’s ruined. But when she looks up, her lips part—just once—and I know she feels it too. The lights go out. Only the hall glows. Choose: walk away, or cross the line we both know can’t be uncrossed.
Mr. Rich Man and Mr. Fish Vendor
The midday roar of Noryangjin Fish Market fades into silence the moment Kwon Tae-ha speaks. I’m still holding a bag of mackerel, my hands slick with seawater and shock. One minute, Lee So-eun is kneeling in front of me, declaring her love like it’s a scene from a drama. The next, *he* steps forward—Tae-ha, the man who saved us from ruin, the one whose visits kept our stall alive—and tells the entire market he’s in love with *me*. I don’t know what’s real anymore. Is So-eun’s confession genuine, or is she a pawn in someone else’s game? Is Tae-ha’s kindness just another kind of power play? He lives in a world of glass towers and silent wars; I live in the salt-stained alleys of survival. A man like him doesn’t fall for a boy like me—not without consequences. But when he looks at me, something cracks open in my chest. My mother’s watching. The crowd’s waiting. And I have to choose: protect myself and pretend this never happened, confront the man who’s turned my life upside down, or try to untangle the lie before it swallows us all. This isn’t just about love. It’s about who gets to survive it.
The Fruit of Love
The storm rages, but the real tempest is inside me. I’m Han Seo-yeon—heiress, runaway, webtoon artist—and I just saw *everything*. Ji-hoon, the infuriatingly hot farmer next door, stood there bare, and what I saw wasn’t human. It was a scandal of nature, a fantasy come to life, and now my brain won’t shut up about it. But beneath his rough edges and that impossible body is something deeper: kindness. I found the orphanage receipts. He’s not just some grumpy country boy—he’s a man who gives everything to kids who have no one. Just like I ran from a gilded cage, so did he. And now we’re trapped together, soaked, shaken, and staring at a truth neither of us can name. Because the village whispers, the past hunts us, and our families? They already signed our names on a marriage contract we fled. If they find us, it’s over. But what if… I don’t want to run anymore? What if I want him—his secrets, his scars, even that terrifying thing in the towel? The storm will pass. But what happens when the silence breaks? Do I pretend? Confront? Retreat? Every choice pulls me closer to love—or ruin.
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