My Girlfriend Is Very Good To Me [EN]: Chapter 2

Girlfriend is Too Good to Me – Episode 1

Lee Heena. Twenty years old.

My life was comfortable. No, it was easy.

Though my family wasn’t particularly wealthy, we were harmonious, and I never had any major arguments with my parents or my brother.

There was nothing to argue about.

Kind parents and a brother who, even when he teased me, always took care of me. What could I possibly argue about?

Whenever I heard friends talking about their strained relationships with their siblings, I realized that my family had a particularly good dynamic.

And besides a harmonious family, what made my life so easy was…

My appearance.

No other fancy words were needed.

I was simply pretty.

Large, sparkling eyes, delicate features, and hair that cascaded down like silk.

All these elements combined to create my appearance, and from a young age, I grew up hearing only compliments.

Everyone treated me favorably, and that was just how life was. Of course, there were troublesome incidents because of it, and it wasn’t as if there weren’t people with somewhat unsavory intentions.

Even considering those points, I couldn’t deny that I had greatly benefited from my looks for the past 20 years.

Living like that for 20 years.

Graduating from elementary school, middle school, and then an all-girls high school.

Having seen so many people approach me, I grew up thinking about various things a bit faster than my peers due to the diverse interactions. Because of that, I didn’t want to be immature, so I focused on my studies as much as possible until high school.

As a result, my grades were good enough to get into top-tier universities if I compromised on my major, but I didn’t think it was necessary to go that far.

A university degree is important, but I believed it wasn’t everything, and I wanted to ease my parents’ burden even a little. So, I lowered my sights and entered a university with a scholarship.

Even though I matured early, I still had expectations for my first campus life. People of various types gathered from all over the country.

There were funny people, friends who clicked with me, pretentious people, and those who flirted cluelessly.

I could see so many people. Perhaps because I had seen all sorts of people since I was young due to my looks, I found it surprisingly enjoyable to observe these human interactions.

And among those many people, there was him.

Han Yeonwoo.

Since we were in the same department and both were quite sociable, we had some interaction from the first time we met.

My first impression of him was, well…

He seemed nice. Wearing round, large glasses, and always smiling as if he was enjoying something.

From a woman’s perspective of evaluating a man, it wasn’t a very good impression. But in the first place, I hadn’t been particularly interested in dating until then, and I thought it was a decent assessment for someone I consistently interacted with.

And as that first impression suggested, he was kind.

Of course, it wasn’t like he was just a naive pushover. However, as a person, he would have some selfish aspects, but anyone who had even a little interaction with him would have thought so.

Moreover, he was quite funny when he spoke, and he was never late for appointments for group projects. He didn’t stare blatantly or bother me, so he was personally easy to deal with.

Of course, I thought he had feelings for me. It might sound arrogant, but more than 90% of the men I had met in my life had expressed interest in me. It was just that the way they expressed that interest varied greatly.

Some were disgustingly clingy, and some subtly approached me step by step. Some showered me with creepy gifts, and some made me feel awkward by confessing publicly, which was a hassle to deal with.

Among them, Han Yeonwoo was…

As if he had already given up in his heart, he sometimes gave me subtle glances, but he was decisive.

He contacted me without hesitation when there was something he needed, and he wrapped things up quickly as soon as the task or casual chat was over.

He was a really comfortable friend to me, who tried to minimize contact with men as much as possible to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings or delusions. Sometimes even more so than my female friends.

That’s why I got closer to him than others, and I let my guard down.

“Honestly, I like you too. Want to go out with me?”

During the group project presentation preparation. At a casual get-together after the two of us finished up based on the data collected by the other members, I didn’t expect him to confess.

It seemed like he confessed without realizing it because he had been relatively close to me compared to other men. And because we had alcohol.

His face looked like he regretted saying it right after he said it.

I thought, so it’s finally happening, and I was about to refuse. If I refused and suggested we stay friends, he would probably accept it. It might be awkward for a while, but we could gradually return to a similar relationship.

I hadn’t known him for a long time, but I had a knack for reading people. And there were his actions and attitudes that he had shown me for over half a year, so I was half certain.

But just as those words were about to come out. Perhaps because I had a bit of alcohol in me too.

I hesitated for a moment.

Honestly, I had received countless confessions, and there were people who were much better looking and smarter than the friend in front of me.

However, whether they were handsome or smart, the annoying and subtly pretentious aspects were particularly noticeable, so I hadn’t accepted them.

But even though I wasn’t very interested in dating, it wasn’t like I was forcibly trying not to. It was just that there wasn’t anyone who moved me that much, so I hadn’t done it.

Then, wouldn’t it be okay?

At least Han Yeonwoo was a good person.

He was easy to get along with, and there were no conspicuously pretentious or bad points in my eyes.

Even if this feeling wasn’t love. Wouldn’t he be a good person to have my first relationship with for the experience?

Because that thought, even for a moment, crossed my mind.

“Okay, let’s date.”

“Huh… sorry. I suddenly went crazy because I drank… huh?”

“You said let’s date, right?”

“????”

*Thud!*

I couldn’t help but laugh at his dumbfounded expression as he dropped his glass.

—

The relationship that started like that wasn’t as bad as I thought.

It wasn’t the passionate, fiery kind that you see in novels or dramas.

But I think it was about the innocent romance that appears in romance comics [manhwa].

“Interlock fingers?”

“We’re dating, so holding hands to this extent…”

“No, it’s not that I mind.”

Holding hands and walking down the street.

“Yeonwoo, do you even carry a handkerchief?”

“I bought one while dating you. To put it down when we sit on benches like this. Manner points, 인정 [injeong – recognition/acknowledgement in Korean slang]?”

“Oh~ Han Yeonwoo~ It was a little cringey!”

“Want to give my girlfriend a knuckle sandwich…”

Enjoying the consideration of my boyfriend, who took care of me more gently than before we dated.

“How did you even get into our school?”

“Well, I studied hard late in my senior year of high school, so I managed to raise my grade to around 2.5?”

“And?”

“I aced the college entrance exam… I only knew what I knew, and I guessed everything right.”

“You got lucky~”

“Wouldn’t my heart hurt a little if you just downplay it as luck? I studied hard, so luck followed me, right?”

“Whatever, finish the assignment. If you’re late, we’re going home, no date.”

“Sorry…”

Helping him with his struggles in studying.

“You’re better than I thought?”

“Um, could you close your eyes?”

“Sorry, your desperate face is funny.”

“Wow… I’m so happy! I’m a man who can make his girlfriend laugh just with his face!”

“I’ll continue to improve.”

The first kiss… wasn’t as romantic as I had imagined. Mostly because of me.

This somewhat foolish relationship… to be honest, it was really enjoyable.

Yeonwoo was basically someone who knew how to be considerate of others. And I was so comfortable with his natural consideration.

It might not have been the kind of love that made my heart race like crazy, but I think it was enough to confidently say that we were dating.

Besides those things, it was also convenient that most of the flirting that came directly or indirectly disappeared thanks to having an official boyfriend. And the fact that someone was by my side no matter what happened subtly reassured me.

But that happiness ended in an instant.

It was a day like any other. I ate the breakfast my mom made, bickered lightly with my brother, who had woken up early for once. I sent a message to my boyfriend, who had stayed up late playing games, saying, ‘If you’re late today, you’re dead.’

Thinking about what to do when vacation started, whether to get a part-time job, or where to go on a date with Yeonwoo. I left the house with a light step, heading towards the university.

-Screeeeeech-!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Bang!!

I didn’t realize it for a moment.

What had happened.

Feeling a sense of floating for a moment without feeling anything.

-Thud

“——!!!!”

The moment my body hit the floor, I felt a pain so intense that I couldn’t even scream, and I lost consciousness.

—

The place I opened my eyes to afterward was a pure white hospital room.

Around me were my parents, who were shedding tears, and my brother’s distorted face, which I was seeing for the first time.

I could only see half of it.

Feeling that my vision was narrower than usual.

In the midst of the confusion, I thought I should get up, so I tried to move.

But far from moving, I didn’t even feel any sensation in my legs, as if they had disappeared.

Paradoxically, I was feeling my legs, even though they had no sensation.

At the same time, tears flowed without me realizing it.

I wanted to see Yeonwoo.