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In my eyes, there's no one handsomer than you. It might just be my personal opinion, but I think my intuition's pretty sharp. They call it a woman's intuition, right?
That's why, the moment we stepped into the lecture hall, a faint prickling sensation wrapped around me. And chatting with them confirmed it—one of Baek Sion's classmates had a slight crush on him. You could tell just by glancing at Shin Chaewon, the quieter one. Her gaze kept drifting his way even when he wasn't talking, her body subtly leaning toward him.
She didn't seem the type to make a bold move, but as his future wife, I needed to nip this in the bud.
"...No, we're getting married."
I didn't want to broadcast our relationship all over campus, but hiding it might just invite more advances. Call it rose-tinted glasses or whatever, but even without flaunting it, some people might still eye their chance with Sion. There's that famous line: just because there's a goalkeeper doesn't mean the ball won't go in the net.
At least these two didn't seem like bad people, so I blurted it out, eyes squeezed shut. But their reaction wasn't quite what I'd expected. They were definitely shocked... but it felt like they were surprised about something else entirely.
Kim Gayeong snapped out of it first and turned to Sion. "...So that thing you mentioned back then... it was true?"
What the hell? He'd said they met at the freshman welcome party, which was way before our club even formed.
I tapped my thigh and shot him a glare. Sion looked a little flustered. What did he say to make them react like that? Even I, who's not the outgoing type, couldn't hold back this time.
"What did you hear, exactly?"
"Oh, just..."
"You, stay put."
What on earth did he tell them to fluster the unflappable Baek Sion? The guy's usually shameless as they come.
Their eyes darted between us a few times, and then—a clear laugh burst out from an unexpected source. Shin Chaewon, right? After catching her breath, she spoke up.
"...So, the first time we met, he mentioned he was married..."
"Pardon?"
"We were all shocked and asked about it, and he said he met her in another world..."
"......"
He just went around saying that straight-up? Sion was rubbing his forehead with one hand, and Chaewon's calm tone made it clear it was true. Not a single lie in what he'd said, which was almost ridiculous. But the secondhand embarrassment was real.
No matter how true it was, normal people wouldn't buy it. They probably thought, oh, otaku alert, and moved on.
Now Kim Gayeong chimed in. "We thought it was a joke, so we asked if she was pretty. And he said she was so beautiful, she didn't even seem from this world..."
"......"
"But yeah, it fits."
Now it wasn't just secondhand shame—it was straight-up mortifying. On our first meeting, he had to go and describe me as "so beautiful she didn't seem from this world"? If their reactions had been bad, I'd have bolted. Lucky for us, they seemed nice. Especially Chaewon—no jealousy or negativity toward me, just a hint of concern at first.
They hadn't known each other long, so maybe it was just a tiny spark of attraction. That prickly feeling from earlier vanished in an instant.
Chaewon smiled faintly at me. "But it was all true. Seeing you in person, words can't even do you justice—you're way too pretty."
"...Th-thanks."
Such praise felt so awkward. I could tell they were good people, but hearing it made me embarrassed. And layered on top: realizing Sion had been thinking of me even before we reunited. My heart started pounding like crazy.
...He must've thought we'd never meet again, yet he said it anyway, figuring they'd dismiss it as a joke? Honestly, unless you're some weirdo case like me, admitting you're an otaku doesn't score points. If he'd had any intention of playing the field, he wouldn't have said that.
These two were pretty appealing themselves. One bubbly, the other calm and mature. Especially that poised vibe—I could never pull it off naturally. If Sion had a thing for that type, it might've been risky.
If he'd landed on Earth, shelved our story as a memory, and hit it off big with Chaewon, I'd have been the defeated heroine for real. I didn't want to see the tsundere = loser formula play out in reality. Getting this outcome was pure luck.
Thank goodness. For real.
His words about never dating anyone but me... they were true.
...Heh heh.
"But I never dreamed the marriage part was real too."
"Ah... yeah. Not right away, but we're planning to do it soonish."
"...Whoa..."
Getting married at 25 feels super young, so no surprise a freshman would react like that.
"Nice to meet you. Let's get started."
The professor walked in, cutting our chat short. I'd hoped the first day would be a breeze, but no such luck. Silver lining: he ended early.
As everyone packed up in the chaos, Chaewon approached me. "Um... got a sec?"
"Sure."
What now? One-on-one talk?
A bit tense, I followed her to the back of the room. Her words caught me off guard.
"Y-you two have known each other a while, right?"
"...Yeah, pretty much."
I couldn't explain properly. Dodging with a vague answer, I waited. Then she bowed her head slightly.
"S-sorry. I figured it must've been uncomfortable for you..."
"Huh? No, really, it's fine..."
"I honestly thought it was a joke back then..."
She didn't spell it out, but yeah—she'd seen an opening. No hard feelings, though. Sion had told the truth, and no one would've taken it seriously. From her vibe, it wasn't aggressive flirting—just quietly hoping for progress. And knowing Sion had walls up solid? No worries there. If anything, I appreciated her saying it.
"...And if it's not too rude, could I get your Instagram?"
She had that chill, social butterfly aura, hitting me with the SNS ask on first meet. Scary skill. But my accounts? One private cosplay, one illustrations. I'd been drawing instead of snapping selfies...
"...I don't really do SNS."
"Huh? But you're so pretty..."
"...Never got into it."
"I see... Well, if you start one, let me know? I was blown away the first time I saw you—I thought you were an idol."
Then she started scanning my face like she was memorizing it.
...First impressions aside, does she just fangirl over anyone hot, guy or girl? The compliments wouldn't stop.
"...Can I say hi next time we run into each other?"
"Of course."
...I'm exhausted. Turns out nonstop praise wears you out.
"What'd you two talk about?"
"Oh, just asked for my Insta."
"...And you didn't give it?"
"Nah. Can't exactly hand out YukiNyang."
I get Chaewon's angle a bit. Seol-ah's looks are healing just to gaze at. She knows she's pretty, but not how much. From years of seeing her, her face packs fatigue recovery, focus buffs—the full package. The textbook face that enchants anyone, regardless of gender.
Even I, who'd known her longer than Chaewon, never heard SNS deets from her. Impressive.
"Wanna try living with your face sometime."
"...Wh-what? What's wrong with mine?"
I'm grateful to my parents, but objectively, mine doesn't boost happiness levels like Seol-ah's.
"Ever gotten scouted on the street?"
"...Occasionally."
Something most people never experience once, and "occasionally" says it all.
Seol-ah stared at me intently for a moment.
"...Hey."
"Yeah?"
"...In my eyes, no one's handsomer than you."
"......"
"So no looking elsewhere, got it...?"
...Was there something to worry about? With her landing these heart strikes every chance, how could I even notice anyone else?