I was possessed and it turned out to be a villainous sub dog?!
I was possessed and it turned out to be a villainous sub dog?! — 5.7

“Breathe! Hey, Black Panther! Breathe!”

My ears were burning hot, and I grabbed Chase by the collar and shook him violently. So think about it before you speak. How can you say something like that in broad daylight without any shame?

After that, my peaceful daily life continued as if nothing had happened. However, my mind was not so peaceful. No matter

how much I tried to forget, the distracting thoughts stuck to the back of my head would not go away.

Today, too. I was lying on the sofa, lost in thought. Chase, who was sitting on the rug folding laundry, kept looking back at

me and arguing that I looked like pickled cabbage, but I didn’t hear a thing. My original grave site spread out outside the window… Even when I looked at the icy lake, my dazed mind still couldn’t come back to its proper state.

One thought has been lingering in my head for several days.

That kiss back then… what on earth was it?

“Puppy. What’s wrong with you these days? Are you sick? Or are you hungry? Should I make you dinner now?”

In fact, it was just one of the methods to try to relieve the morning sickness. In other words, it was like treating Chase with the spirit of a saint, like an obstetrician taking care of a patient. But…

“Dinner, dinner. Did you hear me? You’re not interested in dinner either?”

But do they usually do that kind of therapeutic kissing? No, there isn’t usually a term called therapeutic kissing…

“You don’t have an appetite? That can’t be true. Are you hot? Let me see how hot it is. Wait a minute!”

Anyway, we did it for the purpose of treatment without any feelings for each other, and we had no choice, so why did it become like that? No matter how much I racked my brain, I couldn’t come up with an answer. No matter how I looked at it, it didn’t seem like there was no feeling in that atmosphere.

“I brought a thermometer. Look here, puppy… What is it. 36 degrees? Isn’t that too normal?”

But I definitely don’t really have any feelings for Chase. If anything, it’s more like a nanny taking care of a bad-tempered chiId who’s been left on the street? Or maybe I feel sorry for him, wondering where he’ll go and how he’ll survive in this harsh world without me?

“I’m[1]you are not sick, so why don’t I[2]you have anything to eat? Should I fry some chicken? Are you listening… Puppy? Rice Puff!”

Just because you have that kind of mindset doesn’t mean you’ll end up in that kind of atmosphere, and if that’s the case, there’s only one answer left. Surely not…

.Does he… like me?

Suddenly, I came to my senses and jumped up from my seat. Chase, who had come up next to me and was gently touching me, looked surprised. Look at this, this natural skinship! If Chase didn’t have feelings for me, he wouldn’t have done this. Why didn’t I notice it sooner? Since when? Even when you suspected something was wrong with you having morning sickness instead of me, you said absolutely not, but in fact, you liked me? So you couldn’t confess to me all this time and just suffered alone?

Leo felt so sorry for him that he grabbed both of his hands without thinking about what was going on. Chase, who had been standing still for a while and then suddenly had his hands grabbed, just blinked with his big eyes. “Chase, do you like me?”

“Puppy. When you say something, think about the context… No, just don’t say anything. What thoughts are coming into your head? They’re all useless thoughts.”

Naturally, Chase tried to rip my hand away while trying to deny reality. He didn’t seem to realize that doing so would only make him look more miserable.

He furrowed his eyebrows and patted the back of Chase’s hand. Chase blushed even more and jumped up.

“You’re thinking weird thoughts again. Why are you catching a living person again!”

“This isn’t a living person, it’s too certain…”

“I never liked you. I never have, and I never will. If I did like you, I swear I’d be a footstool for the rest of my life. Are you listening to me?”

“You like me so much that you’re going to spend your whole life as a scrubber? That’s not possible…”

“Why are you only listening to the parts you want to hear? Huh? Come to your senses!”

“What should I do? I don’t really like Chase… Why do you make love so hard? “

“I don’t like you that much either. I don’t like you at all. Trust me. Are you hungry? Yeah?”

I stroked Chase’s forehead, which was throbbing with excitement, and groaned as I got up. Now, anyone could tell that he was pregnant, because his belly was full.

The doctor said that I was eating too much, and that it wasn’t time for my belly to grow this big yet. Yeontan must have taken after his black panther dad, so it’s probably already big. It’s definitely not because I ate too much like a pig.

“Okay. Are you going to make boiled pork for dinner?”

“…If you believe that I don’t like you.”

“I believe. I believe.”

As if it were a lie, my mood became refreshing as the question that had been bothering me for days was resolved.

I feel sorry for Chase, but love can’t be forced. It’s a structure where the person who has a crush is bound to suffer.

“I don’t think you believe me.”

“Oh, that’s not the point.”

Chase remembers the past where he would threaten, threaten, and harass him whenever he wanted when we first met. So I can only think of it as karma. I just hope he doesn’t get too hurt and just lets it go.

“You suddenly threw a bomb and said it wasn’t important?”

Chase frowned and looked dumbfounded, but now that the conclusion had been neatly reached, my attention quickly turned away from Chase’s pitiful unrequited love

“Then what’s important?”

“Of course what’s on the dinner menu!” I smiled proudly and grabbed Chase’s wrist. “It’s boiled pork! Oh, but boiled pork tastes best when eaten with bossam kimchi”

“Bossam kimchi?”

Chase, who was mumbling and tilting his head, finally looked cute. This kid, you like me? You have such high standards! You grabbed me and kissed me like that under the pretense of relieving morning sickness!

“Kimchi is made by salting cabbage, letting it wilt, and then marinating it in red pepper powder. It also includes things like salted seafood… Oh, there’s no salted seafood.”

“What is that? Cabbage covered in red pepper powder tastes good?”

Thinking back on that day, sweat runs down my back. At that time, I really thought I was going to get eaten by that black panther. Or I could not stand it anymore and I would eat him…

If Chase hadn’t been so excited that his morning sickness had subsided and woken up from labor, things would have turned out that way. It was clear that he liked me. But why does he keep avoiding me? Is your keyword #addictive deception?

“It’s not just buried… I don’t know exactly how to do it, so I have to do some research. It’s also amazing when eaten with noodles.”

But the important thing now was the bossam kimchi to go with the boiled pork. The thought of eating a piece of freshly made kimchi, torn from a piece of porridge, on top of a piece of hot boiled pork made my mouth water. Chase should be able to make this well.

“You were thinking about that the whole time? Bossam… Kimchi?”

“Huh? No, well… Something like that.”

I thought about the strange atmosphere of that day. Chase’s heartbreaking unrequited love, and such for a while, but in the end, I concluded that it was Bossam Kimchi, so I said yes. Chase looked noticeably relieved.

“That’s fortunate…”

“What is it?”

“Because the dog doesn’t have any idle thoughts.”

“I don’t think Bossam Kimchi is a very constructive idea.”

“Of all the thoughts in your head, thoughts about food are the most constructive.”

“…”

I wanted to retort, but I had nothing to say. What really angered me was that he wasn’t wrong. So instead of responding, I tilted my head back, focused my eyes, and glared at him with interest.

“Why are you looking at me like that? What are you thinking about?”

Chase grinned and tapped my forehead with his index finger. Isn’t it time for morning sickness to return? I thought to myself, but I couldn’t say that even though my mouth was torn.

Why can’t I tell you? Actually, I could have asked, but strangely, my mouth wouldn’t open. It’s like I’m pressuring you to kiss me…

So instead, I just picked up some random words.

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