too proud to admit it, but he’s irritated and barks that yes, he got sick and
it’s all her fault! Immediately, she feels contrite and fusses over him, giving
him things to settle his stomach. She offers to make him some soothing
porridge, and hurries off to the kitchen.
As she walks away, Jin-ho finds himself inadvertently looking at her legs. Too bad she’s wearing long trousers today, and Jin-ho chides himself furiously, “What the hell! Why are you disappointed?!”
He awakens from a nap to hear yelps from the kitchen, and comes out to see it looking like a hurricane hit. Woo-min is not much of a cook and has burned her attempt at dinner. Jin-ho takes over, and as he cooks (and she marvels), he finds her cute for the first time. In no time he’s got a delicious spread prepared, which they eat together. He even forces himself to drink the instant coffee she makes him, which is noteworthy coming from a guy who refuses anything if it’s not his favorite gourmet brand.
They take a walk outside while chatting, and she tricks him by slipping in fake stories as she relates the history of the house, then teases him for being gullible. All in all, the mood is pleasant, and Woo-min tells him, “At first impression you seem difficult, but once you get to talking, you’re like a longtime friend, and you accept jokes well. That’s why I get a very comfortable and friendly feeling from you, do you know that?” This is possibly the first time he’s had someone describe him that way, and he’s embarrassed and pleased by it.
As they lie down under a tree, she falls asleep. He tries to wake her, but for some odd reason — possibly the romance of the moment with the beautiful surroundings, gentle wind, flowery fragrance in the air — he finds himself leaning over to kiss her forehead.
And then he comes to his senses. Alarmed at his feelings, Jin-ho dives into his go-to source of comfort with manhwa books. He picks up a collection from the manhwa store and heads home. Woo-min glances at the titles and recognizes them — it’s a rather obscure series — and comments how rare it is to find a friend who likes this artist. In fact, she once had a friend in an online club who liked this artist, and they’d hit it off. They even had similar user names, and she’d been sad when he stopped writing her.
This is starting to ring a bell, especially when she mentions that his user name was “Spark Boy.” He laughs in disbelief and asks, “Then, Spark Girl? Was that you?”
As she walks away, Jin-ho finds himself inadvertently looking at her legs. Too bad she’s wearing long trousers today, and Jin-ho chides himself furiously, “What the hell! Why are you disappointed?!”
He awakens from a nap to hear yelps from the kitchen, and comes out to see it looking like a hurricane hit. Woo-min is not much of a cook and has burned her attempt at dinner. Jin-ho takes over, and as he cooks (and she marvels), he finds her cute for the first time. In no time he’s got a delicious spread prepared, which they eat together. He even forces himself to drink the instant coffee she makes him, which is noteworthy coming from a guy who refuses anything if it’s not his favorite gourmet brand.
They take a walk outside while chatting, and she tricks him by slipping in fake stories as she relates the history of the house, then teases him for being gullible. All in all, the mood is pleasant, and Woo-min tells him, “At first impression you seem difficult, but once you get to talking, you’re like a longtime friend, and you accept jokes well. That’s why I get a very comfortable and friendly feeling from you, do you know that?” This is possibly the first time he’s had someone describe him that way, and he’s embarrassed and pleased by it.
As they lie down under a tree, she falls asleep. He tries to wake her, but for some odd reason — possibly the romance of the moment with the beautiful surroundings, gentle wind, flowery fragrance in the air — he finds himself leaning over to kiss her forehead.
And then he comes to his senses. Alarmed at his feelings, Jin-ho dives into his go-to source of comfort with manhwa books. He picks up a collection from the manhwa store and heads home. Woo-min glances at the titles and recognizes them — it’s a rather obscure series — and comments how rare it is to find a friend who likes this artist. In fact, she once had a friend in an online club who liked this artist, and they’d hit it off. They even had similar user names, and she’d been sad when he stopped writing her.
This is starting to ring a bell, especially when she mentions that his user name was “Spark Boy.” He laughs in disbelief and asks, “Then, Spark Girl? Was that you?”

