I Transmigrated into an Omega Concubine 59

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The location changed again. This time, it was in front of Hyunseo standing in the middle of a canola flower field.

‘This is a scene I saw in a dream.’

It was the same as the dream he had when he lost consciousness in prison. The only difference was that Hyunseo looked slightly younger.

Their eyes met. Unlike before, when he was just a spirit like a ghost, Hyunseo looked directly at his face this time. The canola flowers blooming in the field could also be touched by Doha’s hands now.

He called out to Doha as he slowly approached. Were we at the “our Dolsoe and Young Master” stage…? Doha met Hyunseo’s gaze with wavering eyes as he approached.

Every time the wind blew, the canola flowers bent down. In front of that bright yellow scenery stood Hyunseo. He wore only simple jeogori and pants that commoners would wear. He didn’t have a hat or the accessories that were always in his hair, but his youthful face radiated light.

‘A national treasure right here.’

Hyunseo approached and grabbed his shoulder. Perhaps there was more of a height difference when they were younger, as Hyunseo’s face was high above. He lowered his head to look at Doha.

His face came closer. Doha held his breath at the radiant face. Unlike the current Hyunseo, the corners of his eyes were docilely turned down. It was Hyunseo’s face without the sharp impression.

‘This is quite to my liking too.’

Doha gently caressed his cheek and said.

<Didn’t I tell you not to call me Young Master? We agreed to speak comfortably.>

As if displeased, Doha pushed out his lips. Of course, this wasn’t his own will either. Like a well-scripted scenario, Doha’s lips, expressions, and body moved on their own.

Hyunseo rubbed his cheek against the hand touching him and smiled brightly. His curved eyes were so affectionate that Doha momentarily lost himself.

<Alright, Doha.>

After rubbing his cheek against Doha’s hand like a puppy for a while, he pulled Doha’s hand. Doha interlocked their fingers as if familiar with the gesture. He felt a sense of security in the hand that was larger than his own.

The two holding hands crossed the canola field. Behind countless fully bloomed canola flowers, a small hut was visible. Is that home? Doha looked at the hut.

As they walked toward the house, Hyunseo squeezed their interlocked fingers. Turning his head pointedly, Doha replied with feigned indifference.

<Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to live together forever.>

Hmph, snorting, Doha puffed up his cheeks. Seeing the lips sticking out like a duck’s bill, Hyunseo burst into laughter. With his left hand, he poked Doha’s plump cheek and said.

<…>

How annoying. Perhaps the Doha from that time thought the same, as his lips quietly pronounced the words “how annoying.” Doha glanced up at Hyunseo. Well, such a face isn’t common.

Feeling Doha’s gaze, Hyunseo continued. His face was confident and proud.

<…>

Hyunseo, who had been asking shamelessly, stopped talking. As he fell into thought, Doha continued speaking with a smug expression.

Hyunseo stopped walking and looked down at Doha. Despite momentarily hesitating at the lowered voice, as if unwilling to back down, Doha nodded.

<Yes, there were just so many handsome men.>

As Hyunseo’s expression hardened with each word, Doha stumbled over his words.

‘So this is where it began. When our child changed.’

Doha inwardly sighed at Hyunseo’s changing expression as soon as talk of other men was brought up. It was clear that his current demeanor had been formed over a long time, from when he was very young until now.

After quietly looking down at Doha, he pulled the hand he was holding tightly. Then, with wide strides, he began walking quickly toward the hut.

<H-Hyunseo!>

At the mention of marriage, Doha’s face reddened. Strangely, their joined hands also felt hot.

<M-M-Marriage? How could I with you…>

<I’ll give you something better than wealth and honor, marry me instead of other men.>

Despite blushing at the word marriage, Doha asked, apparently curious. Turning his head to look at Doha, he opened his mouth.

<I’ll give you my heart.>

He smiled brightly. It was a radiant smile not seen in the palace. Though his tied-back hair, worn jeogori, and patched pants were shabby, Hyunseo was still shining. He was far more brilliant than the canola flowers.

Doha gazed at him, entranced. This time, his body and heart were in unison. His heart pounded loudly. The sound of his heartbeat was so loud that he worried Hyunseo might hear it.

Where did the man who said he would give his heart go?

Though his heart was still enough, now the man wanted to give other things. Just as Doha gave a bitter smile, the world changed again.

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It was the wooden veranda of the hut.

Spring had gone and winter had come, as snow was piled up in the yard. In front of it, Hyunseo, with his upper body fully exposed, was chopping firewood.

‘He’s grown even bigger in the meantime.’

Perhaps because of Doha’s words, Hyunseo’s body had become much larger than in the canola field. Each time he lifted the axe, the muscles engraved on his abdomen rippled.

‘Wow, rice. Dolsoe must be fed rice.’

That was natural muscle. Doha exclaimed in admiration at the muscles carved in detail like a sculpture.

<Wow…>

As Hyunseo chopped with the axe, his arms bulged. Doha’s eyes busily scanned his body. Perhaps because the surroundings were so white, Hyunseo’s body stood out even more.

Even while distracted, Doha corrected Hyunseo’s words. Seeing Doha unable to take his eyes off his body, Hyunseo let out a laugh.

<Doha, do you like my body that much?>

Only then did Doha raise his head to look at Hyunseo. At Doha’s flustered expression, the corners of Hyunseo’s mouth twitched.

<H-How can you say such vulgar things!>

<What’s vulgar about it?>

Hyunseo, who had put down the axe, slowly approached the veranda. Frightened by the gaze that seemed ready to devour him, Doha crawled backward.

<Ah!>

However, Doha’s crawling body was suddenly caught and pulled. The arm holding his waist was firm.

Doha’s face, covered with gloves, a fur hat, and even fur clothes, turned pale. As his already pale face grew even paler, Hyunseo let go. The joke was too much. He muttered quietly and stroked Doha’s hair.

<No. I’m not cold. You’re not listening to me either and still chopping firewood.>

<That’s because I want to…>

<You’re my friend, why do you work like a servant?>

Doha, removing his head from Hyunseo’s hand, expressed irritation. His sharp voice echoed in the yard.

<I’m not scolding you…>

<Enough! You’re just going to make more meaningless excuses.>

Doha’s cheeks puffed up. It was a habit he showed whenever he was angry. He seemed to want to show that he was angry in his own way, but the problem was that it looked strangely cute.

Hyunseo whispered in a softened voice. Only then did the simple-minded Doha deflate his cheeks.

<Really?>

Hyunseo, sitting on the veranda next to Doha, looked at the yard. Though it was a small hut, it had everything needed for a young master of a noble family to stay. A spacious yard and walls, a room for Doha and a room for guests, and even rooms for servants.

Hyunseo’s gaze lingered on his quarters, the room for servants.

<Otherwise, rumors will spread that you’ve taken in a male courtesan.>

Surprised, Doha looked up at Hyunseo with wide eyes. Male courtesan? At the embarrassing word, Doha asked back.

He rose from the veranda and picked up the axe again. Watching him chop firewood silently, Doha bit his lip. His plump lips turned red.

Unable to even protect Hyunseo. Doha wore the same face as when he overheard Lord Kim’s words in his childhood. Hyunseo continued chopping firewood, but Doha couldn’t stop him again. Everything seemed like his own fault.

Hyunseo and Doha lived together in that hut for a very long time. The time between the two passed quickly. Doha, who was watching, was sometimes inside Doha’s body, and sometimes a step away from Doha’s body, observing the time of the two.

Most days were peaceful. For the sake of Doha, who had a weak constitution, Hyunseo efficiently handled all the household chores. From chopping firewood to bringing tables, dressing him, and even reading books together. He didn’t shy away from tasks that servants would do. Thanks to this, rumors that Lord Kim’s son had taken in a male courtesan didn’t spread.

In spring, they would go to view the canola flowers, and in winter, they would stare blankly at the fire in the fireplace. Sometimes, ash would fly and make both their noses black.

They would laugh heartily at trivial things, and on days when they held hands, they would live with flushed faces.

‘They were cute.’

Doha, who had observed the romance of the two, thought. Anyone could see they were lovers, but the two didn’t acknowledge it. They packaged their relationship with words like “friend” or “close friend,” but it was clear. The two were lovers.

‘I mean, who sleeps holding hands with a friend?’

Just as Doha was becoming frustrated and holding his head, time passed, and a guest came to Doha’s hut. It was the Chief State Councilor, who entered with soldiers.

At the ominous presence, Doha, who had been sitting on the veranda, ran out. The Chief State Councilor’s face crumpled when the fair-skinned young man with peach fuzz still on his face came running.

<Yes, I am Kim Doha, the youngest son of Lord Kim.>

Doha answered while hurriedly showing proper etiquette. After examining his inadequate appearance, the Chief State Councilor turned his head toward the inside of the house.

At the name “Hyunseo” that came out of the stranger’s mouth, Doha’s body began to tremble.

‘They might take Hyunseo away.’

With mounting anxiety, Doha turned his head toward the storage shed. He had gone to the shed to get firewood. Please don’t come out, Doha desperately prayed in his heart.

Hyunseo asked as he opened the storage door and appeared. Seeing his resemblance to the late king, the Chief State Councilor prostrated himself on the ground.

As the man who appeared to be of high rank and the armed soldiers all prostrated themselves, Doha sat down on the ground in shock. With trembling eyes, Doha looked up at Hyunseo.

Just like when he chopped firewood, Hyunseo’s expression was emotionless. As if he had known about his bloodline all along.