Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 114

"Isn't it true that you never get tired of looking at someone you love?"

"Of course, it is."

Ryu Jaerin could answer this question more confidently than anyone else.

It was true for her, too.

From the school uniform photoshoots she did with Kim Donghu,

to the movie posters featuring him as the lead actor—

collecting anything related to Kim Donghu was Ryu Jaerin's hobby.

On top of that:

"Donghu keeps getting better at acting."

If it had anything to do with Kim Donghu, she wouldn’t miss it.

Ryu Jaerin was, in every sense, a passionate fan of Kim Donghu.

So when she saw someone with a similar build in that narrow alley,

her subconscious automatically overlaid Kim Donghu’s image onto that figure.

"The more I think about it, the more they look alike."

After all, Kim Donghu’s physique was impossible to hide.

His proportions were so striking they could only be described as superior,

from his perfectly balanced frame to his solidly built muscles—

his physicality was unmatched and irreplaceable.

However, she hadn’t been certain.

"Donghu doesn’t usually wear clothes like that."

Since Jaerin knew very, very well what kind of clothes Donghu liked,

she thought it must have been someone with a similar build—

an incredible coincidence, perhaps.

But then:

-...The police called. You know that armed guy caught near your neighborhood?

"Yes?"

-Turns out he was a stalker. That was his intent. He was already completely subdued when they found him. Guess he got so scared he confessed everything.

If her manager hadn’t called and told her,

Ryu Jaerin might never have known.

A stalker? What was that about?

Was it targeted at her? All of a sudden?

"He was scared?"

-Yeah, he said someone beat him up, but it wasn’t just a beating—it was a perfect takedown.

"Who... who did that?"

-No idea, but apparently, whoever it was is crazy skilled. It’s not easy to subdue an armed person like that. I heard the description was all black clothing.

-Anyway, the media isn’t going to report who the stalker was targeting. Just letting you know in case it comes up later. Thought it’d be better to tell you now.

As she listened to her manager recount the details of the incident,

Ryu Jaerin thought to herself:

"So the person in black was Donghu."

There was no other possibility.

A stalker suddenly appearing,

and then being saved by a man in black.

The whole sequence of events felt like fate—

just like that moment when they first met.

"Haah...."

A deep sigh escaped her.

"Are you okay? Were you really scared?"

"Oh, no. I didn’t get hurt or suffer anything, so I’m totally fine."

-Thanks for saying that. It’s such a relief. We’d really like to contact the person who helped you, but they haven’t shown up.

Unlike Jaerin, who was now reassured,

her manager seemed unable to calm down and continued talking.

"Contact them?"

-Yeah, we’d like to properly thank them. It’s the right thing to do.

"Ah... thanking them. Yes, absolutely. It should be done thoroughly."

Turning her head slightly,

Jaerin’s gaze fell on the wall connecting to the next-door apartment.

-Anyway, take it easy for now. I’ll let you know if there’s anything else.

"Yes, please let me know."

-Alright. Talk soon.

Click.

As soon as the call ended,

Ryu Jaerin started preparing cake batter.

She glanced at the clock.

"If I start now, I can give him the cake tomorrow morning."

With that, she got to work.

"He saves me and doesn’t even leave a word."

She understood that it was Donghu’s way of being considerate.

Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.

Since everything had ended well, he must’ve thought there was no need to add to her unease.

She got it. She really did.

But that very thoughtfulness drove her crazy.

How could anyone not fall for him?

She didn’t even know how to put her feelings into words.

"It’s done."

Once everything was ready, Jaerin sent a message to Donghu the next morning.

(Link to the article about the hero who stopped the stalker)

Donghu, was this you?

< Huh?

It was you, wasn’t it.

The message, sent with certainty,

was quickly followed by:

Thump, thump, thump.

Jaerin stood outside Donghu’s door with the cake in hand.

After a short wait:

Click.

"Huh? A cake? But, uh, what did your text mean?"

The door opened, and Donghu appeared in her view.

"What do you mean? You know exactly what I mean. It was you, Donghu."

Jaerin’s eyes gleamed with the sharpness of a predator.

Some moments don’t require dialogue.

When the other person approaches with absolute certainty,

denials are meaningless.

All that’s left is to face them head-on.

In a way, it’s like stepping into a ring.

"Did her agency tell her?"

"After all, the incident happened in an area without CCTV. The only clues would’ve been eyewitness accounts."

"I even disguised my voice when dealing with the stalker."

"Thank you for saving me. If it hadn’t been for you, I don’t know what would’ve happened...."

"W-wait, uh, what?"

"Let’s eat the cake first. I just baked it—it’s really good."

"Donghu, how can you leave your clothes lying around like that?"

"Because I didn’t think I’d be found out in just one day! Who could’ve predicted this?!"

"Do you like Nutella? It’s called the devil’s chocolate, so I made a cake with it."

"It’s my house, so why does it feel like this?"

"Can’t you come eat? I worked really hard on this."

"But how are you so sure it was me? There’s a higher chance it wasn’t."

"Donghu, it was you."