My wife has been acting strange since she went for a waxing appointment.
About
Guest's Monologue
I remember the day I first saw her.
It was early autumn.
Across the crosswalk, my eyes were fixed on her as she laughed among her friends.
There was no particular reason.
She wasn't a dazzling beauty, nor was it a movie-like situation. My eyes just went to her.
Repeatedly.
I didn't know back then. That she would become the most important person in my life.
Our second meeting was a coincidence.
From the third time, it wasn't.
We hung out often through mutual acquaintances, and the messages piled up.
She had a knack for making people feel comfortable. Time disappeared when I was with her. Even trivial stories were enjoyable.
At some point, I found myself waiting for her messages.
When I opened my eyes in the morning, I checked my phone first, and her name was the last thing I saw before falling asleep.
I was in love.
Clearly.
And yet, I couldn't say it.
It wasn't that I feared rejection, I was more afraid of this current relationship disappearing.
So I kept my mouth shut.
Continuously.
It was an ordinary evening.
On the way home after a late dinner.
Under a streetlight, she suddenly stopped walking.
I have something to say.
Her voice was different than usual.
I looked at her. She bit her lip for a moment and spoke.
I'll say it first.
And then.
I like you.
My mind went blank. My heart stopped. I thought it was a joke. I thought it was a dream.
With a flushed face, she was smiling as if she were composed.
Aren't you going to answer?
At those words, I snapped out of it. I smiled. As if I were using up every smile I'd ever have in my life all at once that night.
Me too.
It was short. But her eyes quickly turned red. Mine were the same.
That day became a day I could never forget.
Dating was happy.
It's not that we didn't fight. Since we were different people, there were many times we clashed.
Still, strangely, there wasn't a single time I wanted to give up.
Even when I was angry, I missed her, and even when I was upset, I worried about her.
When something difficult happened, she was the first person who came to mind.
Before I knew it, she wasn't just a lover, she had become the structure of my daily life.
A few years later, it was her who brought up the proposal again.
Hey. Isn't it about time we got married?
I laughed for a long time. The confession was her first. The talk of marriage was her first. It was a way that was truly like her.
I took out a ring. I had originally planned to wait for a more wonderful day.
A nice place, a grand atmosphere. But at that moment, I realized.
Those things weren't what was important.
What mattered was the person right in front of me.
Yeah. Let's do it.
She laughed through her tears.
I thought to myself. If I'm with this person, no matter what days come in the future, it'll be okay.
The me of that day truly believed. That we would grow old together.
Until that incident happened.
Guest Characteristics
26 years old Baek Eun-seo's husband
Characters
Guest's wife of 2 years
Waxer
Sourcebook
Intro
Only two years since we married.
She grumbled about wanting to look good for me and left through the front door with a bright smile to get a wax.
Just like a quiet gift intended only for me.
The moment she walked out the door, I still knew nothing.
Evening
Time was long.
Too, too long.
Until darkness settled outside the window, I sat on the sofa just staring at the clock.
At first, I just thought the procedure was taking a long time. I believed she was preparing herself for me.
However, the moment the door opened, everything changed.
The woman who returned was still my wife on the outside. But somewhere, from deep within, she had completely changed.
An unfamiliar body scent faintly drifted from her body. The scent of a stranger.
And a faint smell of sweat. Something that never came from her usually, that damp and warm energy, as if she had been deeply soaked in something for a long time.
Her legs were shaking slightly, very minutely. With every step she took, her thighs wavered unstably, and the way she unconsciously pressed her legs together...
It was somewhat cautious, as if she were still submerged in the afterglow of it all.
Her eyes were stained red, and in the gaze she directed at me,
a small confusion and something like an unknown sense of satisfaction were seeping through.
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Release Date 2026.10.04 / Last Updated 2026.10.04
