Roomate

"Your performance is so bad!"

Haneul snapped back when she remembered the words her sister-in-law said at the office this afternoon. It had been a few days since she had returned to work, and it was only today that she had an interaction with his brother-in-law.

Their client from Hong Kong, socialite Collate Bing, ordered a dress from Shinena for five hundred thousand dollars. Don't even think about what the dress will look like; the project is something that Haneul did herself with her hands without anyone's help. She and Collate are good friends, but the dress will be worn for an official visit to the mansion of the British noble family that will become Collate's husband.

Unfortunately, the dress was not finished until this day. And it's all her fault. Haneul's body condition is very unstable. She could suddenly vomit after smelling the new fragrance of the fabrics in his sewing room. Not to mention, she had to go up and down the stairs to the toilet on the first floor to pee. The time was wasted, and the dress wasn't even half done yet.

She came home almost collapsed, lying in the living room helpless. Maybe she shouldn't have accepted Shinena's offer back first, but thinking about Collate hurt her. The dress must somehow be finished before the deadline arrives. The dress should be sent to Hong Kong immediately. Or to England? Wherever Collate asked her to go, she went.

"Are you home yet?"

Haneul looked up when she saw her husband coming out of the main room. She doesn't know if Myung is home. The man hadn't even changed his shirt, and he looked unkempt.

"Have you had dinner?" Haneul asked. Usually, they will each eat after work or order a delivery service.

"I've eaten. Have you?"

"I also," Haneul replied by lying.

Then Myung sat on the edge of the sofa, near his wife's feet. It can be seen that the man had a tough day. Haneul really wanted to ask, but it seemed that he was miserable himself too. How can he be such a good listener to Myung?

"Tonight, let me do the laundry," Myung said suddenly.

"It's okay, just leave me alone."

"You look unwell."

"I'm fine."

Then silence. Myung knew Haneul lied to him. How could that pale face not explain her condition? Haneul looks really bad. The girl had never looked weak and was now lying pitifully on the sofa in the living room. But he himself was no less tired. A lot of things happen at work, and it's stressful.

Myung doesn't care about the other employees making fun of the rumors about him and about his resignation. He was really sick of doing something that wasn't his forte. He made several mistakes, and his nature could be fatal. Myung is not used to living like that. He asked to be moved to another section, but Cho Yuna argued that the vacant position was only where it was now. Different divisions do not need other employees. Myung really hates struggling with paper and numbers. He doesn't like it. Myung doesn't want to take care of the company's finances as well as arrange the payments used to take care of the big house, his mother's mansion in Myeongdong, and the credit card bills of his two brothers. He hated doing that.

"By the end of the week, I'll be wiping all the windows, scrubbing the bathrooms and cleaning the second floor." Myung reopened their chat. Haneul glanced at him.

"Then I'll iron all the clothes and wash the sheets in the room."

"Well, let me do the heavy lifting." Myung smiled as he patted his chest. "I'll also treat you to a nice lunch. What do you want?

"Anything but the spicy japchae looks delicious."

"Okay, I'll remember you, japchae. Later, after I receive my salary, we eat something delicious outside. What do you desire?"

"I prefer delivery service."

"Haneul, come on!"

"I don't want to throw up in a restaurant."

Ah, of course, why did Myung just remember it? Haneul is pregnant with her first child. The woman vomited after eating and now looks so pale. Could it be because of her pregnancy?

"Sorry, I forgot about that."

Haneul just smiled in response. In this world, the one who remembers being pregnant every day is Park Eunji. The woman was so jealous that she always tried to make Haneul depressed or tired. Maybe the goal is to make Haneul tired. Even worse, is a miscarriage. For the rest, no one really remembers or cares about the pregnancy. Haneul just swallowed it whole.

**

It's ten o'clock at night, and Myung sees Haneul still in the living room, holding a piece of ivory white cloth with lots of rocks on it. The girl sewed each stone on it by hand. Some of the stones were taken from a small box with a famous brand that Myung knew by heart.

"Is that a dress order?" Myung opened the chat.

Haneul cleared his throat slowly. "Yes." The girl answered curtly.

She should have used some kind of sewing machine to make clothes, right? Okay, fine if Haneul's profession is indeed a tailor, as she admits. But Myung doesn't know if sewing like this is what she means.

Myung followed Haneul's hand, which for the second time took something from the Cartier jewelry box and pinned it to the tip of the needle with a thin thread. Then, her hands very carefully spaced a few millimeters so that the jewelry fits perfectly with the thread above her shirt. Myung even held his breath while watching Haneul do it. And to be honest, when he saw the woman's work, she was stunned. Despite being a boy, Myung has a good sense of fashion. She had just seen the most beautiful dress of her entire life today.

Haneul coughed. She hurriedly put the dress back into the nearby parachute pocket, then took off the white rubber gloves she was wearing and threw them in the trash can, and ran to the sink. Haneul vomited violently.

"Hey... hey." Myung was surprised to find it suddenly in front of his eyes. "You are okay?"

"Yes." Haneul threw up again until her tears came out and her hands trembled. Myung panicked.

"What happened? Have you just finished eating? "

The girl moved away from the sink and grabbed some nearby tissues. "I always throw up after sewing for a while. It does not matter. "

"You should go to the doctor," Myung insisted.

"Certainly not. I am alright. "

It seems Myung was very irritated to hear that it was okay.

"We have to go to my parents' house this Saturday night. There is a tea party with the extended family." Suddenly, Haneul interrupted him. It was strange and funny to hear the woman suddenly say something like this.

"To your parents' house?" Myung was stunned for a moment. It felt like he had won the rice cake lottery, considering that Haneul's family was super close and their daughter never even told him about it.

Was this his chance to get close? But why would Myung want to be close to them? Maybe because Haneul is super mysterious, Myung is curious to death about the family with the Shin surname.

"What should I wear?"

Haneul smiled a little while washing his hands in the nearest sink. "Want me to choose?" The bargain is generous.

"Of course, I believe the tailor's taste must be very good."