Chapter 113
Chapter 113
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 113
Chapter Title: Hanok Village Outing
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From the morning, with no particular plans, Yu-na and I hopped in the car and set off.
We had three days of vacation left.
It would’ve been smart to make a solid itinerary, but I lazed around, got up, glanced out the window, and changed my mind on the spot.
Let’s just head out right now.
Look at that sky.
A brilliant blue that felt exotic.
Just gazing at it cleared my mind. And the weather—neither too hot nor too cold—was perfect.
“Yu-na, anywhere you wanna go?”
“Nope!”
The wind was strong, making her voice faint. Conversation was tough like this, so I rolled up the window and asked again.
“Yu-na, we’re out for once. Anywhere fun you wanna go?”
“Yeah... nope.”
She was just beaming.
Yu-na giggled away, kicking her feet energetically. Sitting still must be boring, so maybe I should put on some music?
Click!
She started humming softly along to the latest hit playing.
‘Should I sing along too?’
We belted out a full ten-song duet while cruising. Then, out of nowhere, Yu-na—who’d been singing fine—clamped her mouth shut.
‘Doesn’t like this song?’
Just in case, I switched to her favorite cartoon theme song, but her lips stayed sealed.
She just slumped her shoulders, rubbing her plump little belly.
‘Carsick, huh.’
Thinking it was like last time, I pulled over to the shoulder, rolled the windows wide open.
Only then did Yu-na speak up.
“Daddy... Yu-na’s hungry. When’s food?”
“Right, no breakfast yet. You super hungry, Yu-na?”
“Yeah... really, really hungry.”
I scanned outside—lucky, a restaurant up ahead on the right.
‘Chinese is out for me...’
Baeksuk, maybe?
Order one bowl: I’d take the tough chicken breast, pick out the tender bits for Yu-na. Perfect.
Yeah, let’s go there.
I parked in an empty spot, and the door flew open with a bang.
Slam!
Yu-na had yanked open the passenger door without checking beside us.
Lucky nothing was there—or if there’d been a person or car...
Chilling just thinking about it.
‘Gotta say something.’
I hurried out, rushed to her, put a hand on her shoulder.
Matched her eye level and said,
“Yu-na, you can’t open the door like that.”
“...Did Yu-na do something wrong?”
“When opening a door, look around first. Got it?”
“Yeah...”
We were here to have fun.
‘That’s enough scolding.’
I gently stroked the head of Yu-na, who was pouting in reflection.
“Good girl. Let’s go eat.”
“...Yeah!”
Yu-na perked right up, and we headed into the restaurant, grabbing a comfy seat.
‘Quiet baeksuk joint, no other customers.’
As I looked around, an auntie from the kitchen spotted us and her eyes went wide.
“Oh my! Isn’t that Young-seok?”
“Huh?”
“And So-ah’s here too.”
Ah, got it now.
She recognized us by our sitcom character names.
I nodded slightly.
“Hello.”
“You look even better in person.”
“Haha, thanks. Sorry, but could we get one serving of baeksuk?”
“Of course. Side plates too?”
“That’d be great.”
“I’ll whip it up quick—hang tight.”
She bustled back to the kitchen, promising it’d be tasty.
While waiting, Yu-na flopped her head on the table and mumbled softly.
“Daddyyy... hungry...”
“Just a bit longer, okay?”
That’s when it happened.
Ding!
A middle-aged couple—seemed like husband and wife—bickered their way in, then froze when our eyes met.
Their eyes bugged out.
Shocked to run into a celeb, probably. I gave an awkward smile and nod; they snapped out of it.
“Honey! Honey! That’s really actor Lee Jun-seo, right? What do we do!”
“He just greeted us, didn’t he?”
“Can you sign something here? Please? Honey, I’m a huge fan.”
They were close enough to hear everything.
No other customers anyway...
Fans asking nicely? I’d happily oblige.
The middle-aged man sighed deeply and strode over.
“Um, could we get an autograph?”
“Sure, no problem.”
I kept smiling, signed the notebook he held out, and handed it back.
“By the way, you two here on vacation? Any good spots you recommend?”
He answered right away.
“Oh, yeah... a bit farther up, there’s this village famous for hanok...”
The wife rushed over, chiming in.
“It’s pretty well-known for tourism. Great vibe—tons of people go to snap photos. Stays too...”
A hanok-famous village...
No plans anyway.
Perfect timing.
Bellies full, we followed the couple’s tip and arrived at the hanok village with Yu-na.
About an hour and a half drive.
Now Yu-na gripped the tiny steering wheel of her electric car.
Maybe that’s why.
Even with mask and hat hiding my face tight, Yu-na on her ZingZing drew eyes—people recognized her instantly.
Not the Pied Piper or anything...
They kept a distance but trailed us like ducklings.
Beep! Beep!
“Hey, miss! Bro! Move aside!”
A young couple blocking the way ahead.
Startled by Yu-na’s horn, they scrambled aside, chatted, then whipped out phones.
To snap the adorably grinning Yu-na.
Caught anyway...
‘Might as well ditch the disguise?’
I peeled off the stuffy mask, pocketed it, shrugged lightly.
Meanwhile, Yu-na charged straight ahead.
She was thrilled for real.
“Yu-na, slow down. What if there’s an accident?”
“Yeah. I’ll be careful.”
How long did we go?
Entering the hanok village center, folks in rental hanbok strolled plenty.
Some guys in women’s hanbok, girls in men’s—fun swaps.
Families with kids dotted around, like me.
‘...Rent some hanbok myself?’
Yu-na halted abruptly, staring right.
I stopped too, followed her gaze.
Duck-shaped slush cup.
Wants that, huh.
Or wanna eat it?
Eh... slush buys both. Quick purchase, handed to Yu-na.
“Here, this what you wanted?”
“Wooow! Thank you!”
I remote-controlled her ZingZing while she clutched the slush in both hands.
Only after she demolished it did I pocket the remote.
She’d drive herself now.
Man, this place has real charm.
‘Came here spot-on.’
Savoring the hanok scenery during a breather.
Thud!
“Ah, what the—?”
“Oppa, don’t pop out like that! You scared Yu-na!”
Yu-na, cruising ahead, had a minor bump with a big kid—maybe elementary school age.
Couldn’t dodge the kid who’d darted from the corner.
The kid brushed off his legs, narrowed his eyes, planted himself in front of Yu-na.
“Hey! Watch where you’re going!”
“Yu-na didn’t do anything wrong! You ran out! Teacher said look for cars crossing streets, right?”
Yes! That’s it! Good job, Yu-na!
She fired back strong at the elementary-looking kid.
From the scene and story, Yu-na was blameless.
She’d gone slow and straight; kid popped out—clear as day.
No injuries...
‘Watch a bit more?’
Like kids play-fighting—fun to spectate.
The trailing crowd watched intrigued too.
Would Yu-na handle this herself? Trembling, she yelled,
“So Yu-na didn’t do wrong!”
“What’d your dad say for times like this... Ah! Right. Ow! I’m dying! I’m gonna die! Someone’s killing me!”
“Pfft! Haha!”
I couldn’t hold back the laugh.
Where’d she learn that? The kid clutched his neck, flopped flat on the ground.
“...Huh? Wait! That’s not it. Waaah!”
Stunned by the sudden act, Yu-na got anxious, then bolted to me, shedding big tears.
Yu-na crying, kid wailing...
Crowd behind cracking up.
Total chaos.
The kid’s family showed up late, shook hands over the minor bump, and settled it clean.
Man... outings with Yu-na? Never boring.
No guarantee against repeats, so electric car went in the trunk reluctantly.
Now Yu-na pouted duck-lips, snuggled in my arms.
“Our girl. Want anything?”
She fidgeted her feet at my question, pointed right.
“Dumplings... wanna eat those dumplings.”
That’s my girl.
I bought one shrimp-filled dumpling, passed it to her hand.
One by one.
She polished them off solo, smile blooming on her face.
Mood lifted.
Then we properly explored the hanok village nooks with Yu-na—snapped cozy pics stuck together, rented matching hanbok too.
Just three hours...
Packed full, pretty satisfied.
Whew, what next.
‘3 p.m. now.’
Plenty of time left.
Mid-bench breather with Yu-na, a shadow fell over me—familiar male voice from somewhere.
“Actor Lee Jun-seo, right? Wow!”
I looked up lazily, eyes widening in surprise. Caller was comedian Park Woo-chan.
‘What, nametag on his back?’
Variety shoot then?
Quick scan: two cameramen around Park Woo-chan.
Long-running show.
‘Play While Running.’
Knew it well—guest-starred once to promo a past-life project.
Super welcoming.
Flashback mid-thought.
He gushed exclamations, offered handshake; I smiled faintly, stood, clasped his hand.
“Hi. Shooting a variety show here?”
“Yeah. If you’ve got time, mind a quick cameo...?”
Nothing pressing now.
Why not?
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