My Girlfriend Is Very Good to Me

TL/Editor: looloo

Status: ongoing

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As the seasons changed, Sarang began to show us more and more of her personality.

She smiled brightly and reached out her hands.

It wasn't just because she was our daughter; anyone who saw her would agree she was the cutest in the world.

The main reason our Sarang was so lovable was that her face resembled Yeonho's.

Like Yeonho, her eyes curved downwards, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, giving her a comforting and beautiful smile.

Except for one thing.

"Sarang seems to like her dad a lot."

"That's possible. Why?"

One day, while Yeonho was at university, I complained about it to my family. Despite my serious question, my brother brushed it off as if it was nothing.

"They say most babies at this age don't look at anyone other than their mom. But our Sarang is exceptionally fond of her dad."

"Are you jealous of the baby?"

"...No."

"Right..."

I didn't like the pitying look in my brother's eyes. I was concerned about Sarang behaving differently from other babies her age, but he dismissed it as jealousy.

Sure, there was some jealousy, but that wasn't all of it!

As I glared at him, my mother-in-law, who had come to see Sarang, chimed in.

"But your granddaughter does seem to look at her son a lot. She did that when we took pictures a few days ago too."

"Right? It's a bit strange, isn't it?"

"Oh, but little girls are always like that when they're young."

"Still, at this age, they usually cling to their moms."

"Oh, dear~ Our princess looking at her dad is so cute. What's the problem?"

Feeling betrayed by my mother-in-law's words, I realized she found it cute, even though I did too.

"But still... because Sarang is like that, Yeonho is always giving her all his attention..."

"So, Han Sarang's priorities are Yeonho first, the cat doll second, and Heena third? A mom who loses even to a cat doll... Hahahaha!!"

-Whack!

"Ouch!"

"Can't you be quiet?!"

"Oof... You hit me right in the gut..."

I punched my brother for laughing and stating the obvious, which I also felt was no fun at all. But then, realizing my mother-in-law was there, I straightened up. Ŗ

I shouldn't keep showing this side in front of my mother-in-law and Yeonho.

Thankfully, my mother-in-law continued to show concern for me, pretending not to have seen anything.

"Does Yeonho not help much these days?"

"No! He always helps! He does, but... I just wish..."

I wished he'd pay more attention to me than Sarang.

Trailing off, my mother-in-law seemed to understand what I meant and comforted me.

"It's inevitable for a father to be smitten with his daughter. Just try to understand a little."

"Yes, mother..."

It's not that I didn't understand. Sarang was so cute that anyone would be smitten, and seeing Yeonho treat our daughter so well warmed my heart.

I wanted him to continue loving Sarang that much, but I also selfishly wanted more attention and love for myself.

To be fair, Yeonho had his shortcomings.

He always showed a cool face to me, but he grinned like a fool around Sarang, unable to control his expressions.

It felt like he loved Sarang more than me.

'Could it be that Yeonho likes Sarang more than me?'

This suspicion grew stronger. It began when Yeonho started taking Sarang for walks.

He would kiss Sarang constantly in front of me, as if it were the most natural thing. Of course, there was nothing wrong with that, but it was the fact that he did it more with Sarang than with me that bothered me.

I was right there! Sure, Sarang was adorable, but his cute wife was waiting for kisses too!

"Wait. Sarang is looking at me with such desperate eyes, waiting for my kiss. Should I really kiss you first?"

Hearing Yeonho say things like this made me feel upset. Couldn't he see the longing in my eyes?

"You said I was pretty, right? So you're going to kiss Sarang first even though your pretty wife is waiting?"

"Just once, can you let our daughter go first?"

"I already let you kiss Sarang! Now it's my turn, isn't it?"

I even waited patiently without interfering with him loving our daughter, and yet he said things like that!

"So you really like Sarang more?!"

In the end, I had to force Yeonho to kiss me. It felt foolish, but somehow, I felt a sense of victory over Sarang.

I was actually competing with our daughter.

Realizing this, I knew I couldn't control myself. I wanted more love.

Still, I didn't want to constantly show Yeonho my jealous side, so I quickly made him promise. He had to give me twice as much physical affection as he gave Sarang.

With that, I thought I could maintain my peace of mind.

"I want to be the best for you in everything. This is something I can't concede to Sarang."

I meant it. This was something I couldn't yield, not even to our beloved daughter.

The words "I love you," his tender gazes, his touch.

I wanted all of it, prioritizing me, giving the most to me.

I also felt we should spend more time with Sarang, making sure she loved her mom more than her dad.

Even with all these promises, I feared that when Sarang grew older and smiled brightly while calling for her dad, Yeonho would run to her.

I had to ensure she liked me more.

So that I wouldn't be consumed by jealousy towards Sarang.

One weekend, the three of us stayed home. In this rare time for just us, we pampered each other with foot massages and enjoyed sweet moments together. While cleaning the house, we also played some cheeky pranks on each other.

How could these precious moments with my beloved family not be cherished?

Moreover, it was the day Sarang successfully rolled over for the first time.

"If you just lower your right arm a bit... Oh?! She did it! She rolled over! She succeeded!!!"

Hearing Yeonho's shout and seeing Sarang flailing her limbs while on her tummy filled me with overwhelming joy.

As we gradually moved forward towards our future, Sarang was also growing.

"Our Sarang, you did so well! Mom is so proud of you!"

Could words like "proud" ever fully express my feelings?

Watching our precious daughter grow was an indescribable emotion.

We were still learning, but Sarang was teaching us the joy of being parents, little by little.

Second semester, the day I returned to school.

I was never one to care much about relationships in college, but after having Sarang, that attitude became even more resolute. Of course, I maintained minimal connections for the sake of potential networking, but that was all.

Before leaving the house, and even after arriving at the university, my mind was filled with thoughts of Sarang and Yeonho. It was hard to concentrate on my lectures.

"Hey, did you transfer here? I didn't see you in the first semester."

It was annoying to deal with people like this who approached me awkwardly. Of course, I sent them all away by showing my ring and saying, 'I need to call my husband.'

But the persistent advances, like cockroaches, were tiring to handle. So I reluctantly joined various chat rooms in my department to announce my presence and show off my profile picture.

I wanted people to spread the word that I was Yeonho's wife and Sarang's mom.

I was annoyed by the unwanted attention from guys, but I also needed to warn any potential girls who might approach Yeonho.

Yeonho was mine, so they should stay away.

Even while dealing with such unpleasant matters, part of me felt restless, probably because Yeonho and I were studying at the same university.

It felt like going back to the day we first met.

I vividly remembered you, always smiling gently around others.

And that trait hadn't changed.

In the student cafeteria with your classmates, you still had that same smile.

Seeing that made me happy.

Happy but also anxious.

Anyone who saw Yeonho's smile couldn't help but fall for him. That's why I felt the need to make our relationship public.

During breaks between classes, I paraded Yeonho around the campus, showing affection.

"If you put it that way, I can't help it."

"Sigh..."

"Hey."

-Smooch!

Feeling that wasn't enough, I also kissed him openly in front of others.

I timed it when there were lots of people around, to show any potential girls that Yeonho was mine.

He was my husband.

Stay away.

One weekend, during our busy days filled with assignments and taking care of Sarang, Yeonho broke his promise.

The promise to kiss me when we went to bed and woke up.

Not only did he break it, but it seemed like he had completely forgotten.

It might seem like nothing, but seeing him kiss Sarang so naturally while forgetting to do the same for me made me feel incredibly sad.

I couldn't help feeling that way.

Yeonho's kisses and touches were the reason I lived.

I lived to be loved by him.

For the first time, I got angry at Yeonho.

"I'm sorry. I really don't know... Can you tell me?"

"Forget it! Hmph!"

"Wait? Heena!"

I slammed the door and went into the room, immediately regretting it.

Of course, I knew Yeonho wouldn't hate me for this. But I was still worried. What if he found me annoying?

So, when I went to the kitchen to prepare Sarang's formula, I glanced at Yeonho's reaction.

"Heena, rest a bit. I'll make the formula."

I was relieved to see him flustered and trying to help. Though my anger had already subsided, my stubbornness took over.

I was genuinely upset.

I knew he was busy and tired, but he had enough time to kiss me!

I stayed up late doing assignments because I wanted him to kiss me!

"Last night... uh... we didn't sleep together...?"

And he apologized without even knowing what he did wrong!

"Han Sarang! It's time for your formula!"

I took Sarang, who was reaching out to her dad while being held by her grandmother, back to the room.

Sitting on the bed, I fed Sarang her formula while voicing my disappointment.

"Dad doesn't even know what he did wrong... Sarang, you understand how mom feels, right? How sad it is when dad doesn't kiss us?"

"Slurp... mmm..."

It seemed like Sarang nodded. Surely, she would understand. She loved her dad so much, she must understand my feelings too.

We both loved getting kisses from dad! And he forgot about it!

It was so unfair.

Hmph.

I intended to stay in the room until Yeonho remembered, but it became increasingly difficult for me. It had only been a few hours since I got angry.

I wanted to see Yeonho.

I wanted to be in his arms.

I wanted to smell his scent.

Even though I could see him by just opening the door, my stubbornness and disappointment kept me from going to him. My heart was withering in this situation.

I thought about going out and hugging Yeonho right away, but it was hard to change my attitude after getting angry and shutting myself in the room.

The best I could do was bring him water and vitamins when it was time for him to take them.

In that brief moment.

Just seeing Yeonho's face recharged me a little, but it was fleeting. Soon, I felt drained again.

I lay on the bed, watching Sarang try hard to crawl.

"Sarang... mommy is tired..."

"Ugh!"

"Should I just go and say sorry to dad...?"

"Agoo!"

Of course, there was no proper response, but all I could do was talk to Sarang like I was complaining.

I should have just said it honestly, why did I get angry?

What if Yeonho stops kissing me? No, that would be unbearable.

Negative thoughts crept in, and my nose tingled. I felt like crying.

-Knock, knock.

As I lay there exhausted, I heard a knock on the door. Since Yeonho never knocked before coming in, I thought it must be someone else.

"Who is it?"

"It's me. I'm coming in."

"...Hmph."

I heard Yeonho's voice, and my heart started pounding. Though I responded gruffly, my heart was full of anticipation.

Yeonho came in and sat beside me, pulling me by the waist. That touch made me happy.

"Can you tell me what I did wrong? I promise I won't do it again."

"...Hmph."

His voice, pleading for forgiveness, was so sweet.

-Smooch!

He hugged me from behind and kissed the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

He continued to apologize, maintaining physical contact, and I wanted to tell him it was okay, that I was sorry too.

But my mouth wouldn't move as I wanted it to.

Just a moment ago, I was hoping he'd come to me.

Now that he was here, the disappointment welled up in my chest again.

How foolish.

"You know I can't do anything when you're this angry, right? I've been stuck in the living room because I missed you."

"......"

"Yeah. Not being able to talk to you or hold you drained all my energy."

"...Really?"

Me too.

I'm sorry for acting foolish.

Tell me more, tell me everything.

"Can you please tell me what I did wrong?"

"......"

"Please."

"...Last night, you..."

And then, I poured out all my disappointment.

He didn't kiss me.

He forgot our promise.

Seeing him act like it was no big deal made me truly angry for a moment, but only for a moment.

"It became so natural to kiss you that I did it unconsciously. Recently, I've been swamped with assignments and really tired... Last night, I was just so sleepy."

"......"

"And this morning, my head was pounding as soon as I woke up. I just didn't think about it for a moment."

I knew he had been really busy and tired lately. I often saw him working on assignments late into the night.

So when he mentioned his headache, my worry began to overshadow my anger.

"No... yeah... I understand, you were tired... I'm sorry too... for being so irritable..."

Finally, I was able to apologize as well.

I knew that he only forgot our promise because of everything he was going through.

But it didn't matter. I felt a little hurt, but now he was beside me, kissing me.

Yes, this is enough.

Kiss me.

Even more.

I love your kisses.

I could live from your kisses forever.

Kiss me much, much more.

Author's Note:

Don't torment Heena!

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