Many things, once they happen once, will happen a second time.

It’s not that Yoon Nam-hyuk wanted to have those dreams, but the scent of Mr. Shoes in the quilt and the lingering scenes from those dreams were like the song of the siren, constantly seducing him.

From that night on, he had that embarrassing dream almost every day.

The originally warm and cozy co-sleeping now became a torture. Yoon Nam-hyuk had no other choice but to find a random excuse to change to an oversized double bed.

“It’s almost summer, and I’ll grow taller in the future. The bed is too small, and it’ll be hot to sleep together…” Yoon Nam-hyuk’s eyes darted around as he stammered his explanation to Qi Huai.

“I understand; it’s time to change to a bigger bed.”

Qi Huai nodded considerately. He had already guessed that the other would change the bed. If he didn’t, the little one’s dark circles would come out.

The reason was effective. Yoon Nam-hyuk let out a long sigh of relief. That night, the big bed entered the bedroom.

The two-meter-wide bed almost made the nanny’s jaw drop. “Oh my! Oh my, oh my! Young master, do you really need to sleep in such a big bed all by yourself?”

Ms. Hyun, on the other hand, was very calm. “Although it’s a bit big for Nam-hyuk now, my son’s height goal is 190 cm, so it’s good to buy a bigger one.”

The nanny thought about it and nodded. “Yes, you won’t have to buy a new one when you get married in the future. It’s very spacious for two people to sleep in.”

Ms. Hyun: “That’s right.”

Marriage was indeed a distant matter for a teenager. It was precisely because it was distant that it would arouse a young person’s infinite imagination about the future.

If the marriage partner was Mr. Shoes, what kind of happiness would that be?

Like in the dream?

Having a simple wedding in a foreign country with only a few close friends and relatives, drinking a lot of champagne, eating cream cake, and making love in the living room until they were drowsy.

Would they raise small animals? Would they travel every year until they had traveled all over the world? Would they snuggle in the courtyard on a windy afternoon and watch the sparrows play?

The two-meter-wide bed separated them far apart, and also made the teenager’s imagination run wilder in his sleep.

At night, Yoon Nam-hyuk dreamed again.

This time, the dream was not limited to the shameful entanglement between him and Mr. Shoes, but inexplicably had many people he didn’t know.

Assistant Liu, Park Seok-jin, Choi Min-jun… who were these people? Did he imagine them himself? It must be a nightmare, otherwise how could his mother have died?

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The sleeping Yoon Nam-hyuk shivered unconsciously and moved closer to Qi Huai.

“Having a nightmare? Nam-hyuk, wake up.”

Yoon Nam-hyuk slowly opened his eyes and mumbled, “Qi Huai, I dreamed of Min-kyung…”

He had just said Min-kyung’s name when he forgot what he was going to say. His dark eyes were fixed on Qi Huai’s hand.

Mr. Shoes’ hand.

He could see it.

“Mink-yung?” Qi Huai paused upon hearing this.

Little Nam-hyuk had been by Qi Huai’s side since he was ten years old. Ms. Hyun here was safe and sound, and Yoon Nam-hyuk didn’t like to participate in those family social gatherings. So although he knew and had seen Kim Min-kyung, calling him “Min-kyung” directly was more of a habit of President Yoon’s.

Not only that, little Nam-hyuk would never call him “Qi Huai” directly. How strange. Qi Huai looked at the teenager in front of him with a probing gaze.

“Your hand has grown out.”

Little Nam-hyuk didn’t notice Qi Huai’s gaze at all. His eyes were sparkling, and the sleepiness and dream were all thrown to the back of his mind. He thought to himself, so it really grows hands first?

It was a very beautiful pair of hands. The palms were wide and the ten fingers were slender. Even the shape of the nails was very good-looking. No wonder he could cover the back of his head every time he rubbed his head…

But at this time, Qi Huai still looked a bit funny. In Yoon Nam-hyuk’s eyes, this guy had grown a waist and two hands overnight, as if a pair of pants and two gloves were lying in the quilt.

“What’s so funny? Tell me what you dreamed about.” Qi Huai was both amused and annoyed by the other’s “drooling” expression, and couldn’t help but flick his forehead.

Yoon Nam-hyuk came back to his senses with a start, covering his forehead and shyly shrinking back into the quilt. “I forgot!”

But it must have been a nightmare!

Forgot?

Alright…

Qi Huai laughed helplessly. “Tell me when you remember, okay? Don’t hide it from me… you’ve been a little clam since you were young.”

“You’re the little clam!” Yoon Nam-hyuk poked his head out angrily. “You’re the seafood! You’re a jellyfish!”

He pointed at Qi Huai’s two legs and two hands and said, “Only tentacles and no head, a semi-finished product!”

Qi Huai, the “semi-finished product,” felt his hands itching.

He thought to himself, someone’s mouth is getting more and more venomous as he grows up. In a few years, he’ll probably start cursing “shibal” again. He deserves a beating.

Just like that, this nightmare became a small episode in Yoon Nam-hyuk’s growth process. He never remembered the content of the nightmare, and Qi Huai never asked.

Middle school passed by quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was high school. The fifteen-year-old boy had grown taller and at eighteen, his handsome face was already beginning to show the shadow of the adult President Yin.

But with age, Yoon Nam-hyuk’s behavior became more and more abnormal.

For example, when he was doing his homework and felt impatient, Yoon Nam-hyuk would suddenly curse “shibal.” After realizing what he had said, his entire ear would turn red.

Oh my god, why did I suddenly say that?

It was simply unbelievable.

Or when he and Qi Huai were playing a game, if they managed to clear it at the last second, he would punch Qi Huai and shout, “I’m a—”

He couldn’t finish his sentence. His brain told him that he often used this tone to talk to Qi Huai, and the other liked it very much. But his memory told him that he didn’t.

Qi Huai, whose upper body was still transparent, looked at him fixedly. Yoon Nam-hyuk could feel the substantial gaze, but he couldn’t see what kind of emotion was contained in the other’s gaze.

“Sorry,” Yoon Nam-hyuk pursed his lips. “I didn’t mean to, I don’t know how it just…”

“It’s okay,” Qi Huai laughed.

The other was always gentle, Yoon Nam-hyuk thought to himself. He didn’t understand why Mr. Shoes was so good to him. Actually, he had a guess, but he had never tried to prove it.

A few years ago, at the middle school graduation party, a classmate played a prank and tricked them into drinking a homemade cocktail, saying it was a mixed fruit juice. Whoever lost a game had to drink it.

Yoon Nam-hyuk was a lightweight and got dizzy after a few sips.

He was sent home by the driver and lay on the bed in a daze, just staring in the direction of Mr. Shoes. He didn’t even move when the nanny asked him to drink sobering soup, like a drunken pervert.

In the end, it was Qi Huai who taught him to speak word by word in his ear, asking the nanny to go out first and come back in fifteen minutes to get the sobering soup bowl. The bedroom finally became quiet.

Qi Huai fed him that bowl of sobering soup spoonful by spoonful. Yoon Nam-hyuk drank every last drop, asking questions as he drank.

“I remember you have a boyfriend.”

“Mm.”

“What does he look like? Is he handsome?”

“Handsome.”

As soon as the word “handsome” came out, Yoon Nam-hyuk wanted to cry. Fortunately, a drunk person’s eyes were already red, so Qi Huai didn’t notice. He just gently told him to open his mouth and finish the rest of the sobering soup.

Yoon Nam-hyuk first used what he thought was a subtle way to find out about Mr. Shoes’ boyfriend’s appearance, then used what he thought was a clever way to find out about the other’s personality, and then used what he thought was a very inconspicuous way to find out about the other’s education, status, family background…

The more he asked, the angrier he got.

Seoul National University Law School, so smart. His English is also very good, unlike him, who has to rely on Mr. Shoes for tutoring. And he’s the president of a big company, huh, so cool. I wonder which is bigger, his company or my mom’s.

As for his appearance, it seemed to be the same type as his.

Am I a substitute?

Otherwise, why wouldn’t Mr. Shoes go find his real boyfriend? Yoon Nam-hyuk thought.

Once negative thoughts arise, they will grow like wild grass. At first, it was just a small green tuft. Now, Yoon Nam-hyuk was eighteen, and a vast green grassland had long grown in his heart, all of it jealousy towards Mr. Shoes’ boyfriend.

He hoped he could turn nineteen soon. On his birthday, that was the day he had planned to confess to Mr. Shoes, and it was also the day Mr. Shoes would probably grow a mouth.

If he doesn’t agree, I’ll just force a kiss.

This was Yoon Nam-hyuk’s evil and firm plan.

Qi Huai was completely unaware that a certain classmate had made up his mind to “defile his innocence”. He had been thinking about one thing recently, and that was the relationship between President Yoon and the little Nam-hyuk of this world.

Parallel universes?

If so, the little Nam-hyuk here shouldn’t have President Yoon’s memories. But over the years, little Nam-hyuk clearly knew many shared memories that only he and President Yoon had.

Or maybe…

The sleeping Yoon Nam-hyuk once again rolled to Qi Huai’s side in his sleep, fumbled to hold his hand, and slowly caressed his slender fingers from the base of the finger to the tip in a way that was familiar to Qi Huai, exactly the same as the adult President Yoon.

Qi Huai, who was treated like a baby by President Yoon of all ages, was already used to it. He looked at the other’s peaceful sleeping face and muttered to himself, “Why do you have his memories? Could it be…”

[Beep! The task taker has obtained key information. Please continue to manually clear the missing files.]

So that’s how it is…

Qi Huai finally knew why he hadn’t left here after saving Ms. Hyun. Because this little Nam-hyuk in front of him was his lover, just a shrunken version who had lost his memory.

No wonder he always said strange things in his sleep, no wonder he didn’t act like a child at such a young age, no wonder… manually clear the missing files. These original plot files should be in President Yoon’s memory, right? So the system would seal all of the other’s memories.

Only after Qi Huai accompanied him through the days after he turned ten, and used new, beautiful and happy memories to cover the original comic plot that had not been modified by Qi Huai, would Yoon Nam-hyuk’s true memories begin to be unsealed.

But how could he tell him these things?

If he wanted to explain everything clearly, it would inevitably involve many stories that would make Yoon Nam-hyuk unhappy.

An eighteen-year-old high school student who had not yet graduated was under a lot of academic pressure and was also mentally tense. Instead of telling him everything and making him upset, it was better to tell him slowly later.

However, what Qi Huai didn’t expect was that the eighteen-year-old Yoon Nam-hyuk also had his own plan, and he was not very patient and couldn’t wait.