My Unrequited Love Is an Absolute Secret - Chapter 120

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Side Story Episode 15

Their newlywed apartment was modest—a single living room, bedroom, and bathroom.
A small storage room attached to the house had been converted into Harry’s studio, expanding their living space.
Aemerus had graciously yielded the room since she frequently held video conferences with the Entertainment Company in Korea.
[You want me to change the intro to the first verse in English too? Don’t we already have enough English lyrics?]
-But they say if we’re targeting the United States market, it’s better to have English lyrics rather than just Korean…
I just finished perfecting the rhythm in Korean, and now they want it changed to English?
Harry dragged her palm across her face.
‘Don’t get angry.’
The Producer on the screen looked absolutely exhausted.
It made sense—it was 7 a.m. in Korea.
The fact that he’d contacted her the moment morning arrived meant things were genuinely urgent on his end.
[I understand. How soon do you need the revisions?]
-The sooner the better. Don’t worry about Korean time—just send it as soon as it’s done. I’m planning to stay up anyway.
[…You’re working hard too.]
The Producer let out a dry laugh at Harry’s words.
-Once this album is finished, I’m going to be dead to the world for a while.
Sharing a sense of mutual suffering, she wrapped up the video call.
Knock, knock.
A knock sounded the moment the call ended.
She turned her head to see Aemerus standing in his business suit, having just returned from work.
“Hey, Harry. Swamped?”
“A little?”
Harry rose from her chair and nestled into his embrace.
Aemerus immediately pulled her close.
“I missed you.”
The time they spent apart each day wasn’t actually that long.
But compared to high school, when they’d been practically inseparable all day, it inevitably felt unsatisfying.
That’s why they’d declined support from both sets of parents and found this small apartment.
So they could stay close to each other at home.
Aemerus buried his face in the crook of Harry’s neck and took a deep breath.
“I feel recharged now.”
He grinned widely and peppered her neck with kisses as he asked.
“If you’re busy, should I handle dinner tonight?”
“You can do that?”
“Of course. What are you in the mood for?”
“Something simple is fine…. Pasta works. Or we have frozen pizza too.”
“Got it. I’ll call you when it’s ready.”
“Thanks.”
After Aemerus left to prepare dinner, I returned to my laptop.
I looped the melody line on repeat and spread a dictionary beside me.
Then I spent a moment tugging at my hair in frustration.
“I’m not creating art with someone else’s money. Creating art with someone else’s money, ugh… Right. What grand art do I think I’m making anyway?”
Mulling over a famous Korean author’s wisdom, I converted the Korean lyrics back into English.
Fitting the lyrics to the melody meant I ultimately had to revise everything.
Just as I was about to send the newly written lyrics to the Producer, another knock sounded.
“Lili, dinner’s ready.”
“Just a second. I just need to send this. It’ll be done soon.”
“Okay.”
Aemerus didn’t leave; he waited right there.
The space was already cramped with just me, and with Aemerus standing there too, it felt like it would burst at the seams.
“Don’t do that here. Go wait outside.”
“No.”
Aemerus pouted in a way that didn’t match his large frame, clinging to my back.
“Ugh, you’re heavy.”
I groaned, but I made no move to peel him off.
Instead, I moved my hands quickly to finish the task.
“Done!”
“Yay!”
Aemerus took my hand and clapped together with me.
“Now let’s go eat dinner.”
“Okay.”
“But wash your hands first.”
The two of us happily washed our hands in the Bathroom before heading to the dining table.
“Goodness, what is all this?”
My eyes widened in surprise—I’d expected simple pasta.
A full spread of Korean food was laid out on the table.
Aemerus smiled shyly at my reaction.
“All I did was cook the rice.”
Not long ago, Harry’s Father had brought over a large batch of soup and side dishes.
Aemerus had simply taken them out and reheated them.
“Even arranging it is work. Thank you.”
As I expressed my gratitude with a kiss on his cheek, Aemerus’s ears flushed red.
Despite being married, he still got embarrassed so easily.
I giggled and picked up my spoon.
“It’ll get cold. Let’s eat.”
“Yeah.”
Now the two of them were finally sitting face to face.
Harry tapped his long legs playfully with her foot as she asked.
“How was your day? Everything okay?”
“Similar to yesterday. Met with people, thought about you, calculated business profits.”
“I think I heard something strange in there.”
“You heard it right.”
Aemerus had a habit of making jokes with a serious expression.
Harry giggled as she ate her meal.
“What about you, Harry?”
“Someone asked me to convert the lyrics you sent me in Korean a while ago back into English. I was working on fixing that.”
“That’s a shame. I really liked what you wrote.”
“Can’t be helped.”
Perhaps it was because we were still newlyweds.
Throughout dinner, our conversation never ceased.
“That was delicious. I’ll do the dishes.”
“No. I’ll do it. I just need to put them in the dishwasher.”
“Still….”
“Besides, I have something to show you.”
“Something to show me? What is it?”
At Aemerus’s words, Harry tilted her head curiously.
“You said you wanted to eat shaved ice a while ago, remember?”
“No way.”
Seeing Harry cover her mouth with her hand, Aemerus nodded proudly.
“Yes way.”
He pulled out the shaved ice maker he had hidden in the drawer.
“The weather’s been getting warmer, so I thought it would be nice to make some. I stopped by the Korean Mart and picked up shaved ice ingredients too.”
“You’re truly the best husband.”
Harry squealed and bounced into Aemerus’s arms.
Clinging to him and kissing him enthusiastically, she spoke with excitement.
“We have matcha powder at home, so we could make matcha shaved ice with that.”
“Is that allowed?”
“There’s nothing that isn’t allowed.”
Harry climbed down from Aemerus and opened the freezer door.
“Good, we have plenty of ice. I should freeze some milk ahead of time for the future.”
“Milk?”
“Shaved ice made from frozen milk is incredibly delicious.”
Aemerus quickly cleared the table and watched her make the shaved ice.
Harry first mixed matcha powder with condensed milk and stirred it well.
She poured the matcha mixed with condensed milk over finely crushed ice, and topped it with the red beans and rice cakes Aemerus had bought—and it was done.
The process was simple, but the result looked quite impressive.
“Try a spoonful. How is it?”
Harry scooped a spoonful of shaved ice and held it out to Aemerus.
Laughter escaped me as I watched her sparkling eyes anticipate his reaction.
I would have gladly lied to satisfy her expectations.
Fortunately, there was no need for that today.
“It’s delicious. The subtle bitterness of the matcha and the sweetness of the red beans blend together perfectly.”
“Right?”
Harry beamed with delight before finally taking a spoonful of shaved ice herself.
“It really is delicious!”
I chuckled softly watching her enjoy it like a child.
“Don’t just watch me—hurry and eat some yourself.”
Harry handed me the spoon and began planning ahead.
“Since we bought a shaved ice machine, let’s enjoy it all summer long. There’s strawberry shaved ice, and injeolmi shaved ice, and even Dubai chocolate shaved ice—though that trend has passed.”
I feigned surprise watching her count on her fingers with such earnestness.
“That many?”
“It depends on how you make it. Wait, should we add this to the Cooking Class curriculum?”
The Cooking Class business that her father had wanted to start completely passed to Harry after she graduated from university.
“You think about work all day long.”
I shook my head and added, “I think about you all day long.”
My dejected expression must have been quite endearing.
Harry planted a kiss on my cheek with an audible smack.
“Of course I think about you a lot too.”
I spoke to console her, clasping her hand in mine.
Our hands, adorned with matching rings, intertwined as one.
“You know what? When winter comes, let’s buy a fish-shaped pastry machine too.”
“Fish-shaped pastry?”
“It’s a pastry shaped like a fish, but there’s no actual fish inside, so don’t make that face.”
Harry pinched my cheek as she explained.
“The pastry is filled with red bean paste inside.”
“Let me guess. You’re thinking of putting something other than red bean paste in it?”
“Exactly.”
Aemerus was a quick learner—tell him one thing and he’d understand two.
Holding his hand, Harry spoke with a smile.
“Whether it’s summer or winter, let’s live happily together, enjoying delicious food.”
I gently caressed the hand clasped in mine.
“Yes. Let’s do that.”
Sometimes I still can’t quite believe that I married my first love, the one I’d dreamed of.
But when I’m beside Harry like this, holding her hand, it feels real.
Our married life ahead will probably not be much different from now.
Probably married life ahead won’t be much different from now.
Sharing delicious food with each passing season, falling asleep beside each other in the same bed every night.
‘And perhaps one day, another child might come into our lives.’
People often say first love never comes to fruition.
Yet rarely, like a miracle, some first loves do bloom into reality.
“I love you, Harry Huntington.”
Aemerus pressed his lips to hers.
To his first love, his unrequited devotion, and his eternal beloved.

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