Chapter 65
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: Cohabitation Bombshell
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What's the big deal about just holding hands? Could it feel this soft and fuzzy inside?
I'd always figured the best part of being with a woman was the physical and mental pleasure you got from sex.
Guess I was wrong.
Even that simple hand-holding had felt incredible. In some cases, just as satisfying as sex.
‘To be honest, I hadn’t expected her to handle it this well.’
Frankly speaking, I’d wondered if Han Aebom wouldn’t have been the better choice.
…Claiming I never thought that would be a lie. Oh Hana was plenty attractive, no doubt, but taking her to a public spot like this? Somewhere packed with people? I’d figured she had a few unpredictable sides that made it risky.
But what do you know. When push came to shove, she was delivering 120 out of 100.
“See? It’s not like only Aebom unnie’s reliable. I can step up when it counts.”
“Huh?”
Was she picking up on it? When I’d gone down to Grandpa’s and asked Han Aebom for help instead of her. If that was it, it was… pretty damn cute.
“You’re so reliable it’s got me hard, you little slut.”
A crass sex joke I couldn’t drop on just anyone. But Oh Hana? She ate this stuff up.
“Ooooh, that’s trouble. We haven’t even really gotten started yet. What’ll happen when I start carrying for real? Why don’t you run to the convenience store and grab some panties before you soak through.”
“This isn’t even the start?”
“Of course not. The wedding hasn’t even kicked off. Who knows what’ll go down before then? Don’t worry, though. Whatever happens, I’ll carry it all.”
I was seriously impressed, chuckling softly to myself.
“Hey. What’s up. Hyunwoo, right? Same year as us.”
A whole crew of them. No, the popular crowd who’d been laughing it up over coffee and smokes way off in the distance was heading our way.
I’d half-expected it, but it still felt a bit awkward and disorienting. I’d been internally debating whether to say hi first or play it off, figuring ignoring them wasn’t a bad call. But them approaching like this?
Guess that’s the popular crowd for you.
“Yeah. Long time no see.”
We’d swapped numbers back at freshman orientation. Even swapped group project duties in our second, third, and fourth years.
Even so, feeling this awkward… was my communication skills just that bad?
As I answered awkwardly, my eyes briefly met those of the senior girls naturally mixed into their group.
I gave a small bow in greeting.
They were the department office seniors I’d seen at orientation when I was still a virgin. Back then, they’d seemed stunning. Of course, they all had boyfriends already. Word was, they were married now.
‘Now?’
They were still pretty, sure. But it wasn’t because they were married. More like, with someone twice as gorgeous and charismatic right beside me, they didn’t catch my eye the same way.
‘Still look sharp as ever.’
You know the type. The good-looking guys and girls rocking department hoodies but always put together. That polish doesn’t fade. Even after all this time, they looked refined.
And apparently, I could pull off that vibe too.
“Whoa, Hyunwoo, you’ve turned into a total style king. Back during group projects, you were always in the back playing mobile games on your phone.”
“For real?”
“Totally. And you’d show up early, pop in earbuds, and grind rhythm games. Always in baggy clothes. Never said it out loud, but we worried if you could even present properly.”
I remembered. During boring lectures, I’d park myself in the back and game on my phone.
I’d gotten hooked on rhythm games for a bit, built up some skills, and started itching to show off. So I’d slap on earbuds and tackle the hard tracks on purpose.
Thought it was cool back then. Looking back now? Total loser move.
“But when presentation time hit, you nailed it. Guess you step up when it counts?”
“Well, I prepped like crazy.”
Yeah. I’m passive by nature. Didn’t want to be a burden, so I practiced solo a ton.
I’d have skipped presentations altogether if I could. But the picky prof made everyone present to weed out my type.
“Still, felt kinda bad for you.”
The friendly smiles scanned me up and down carefully. My face heated up, but then even hotter words flew out.
“My bad, totally misjudged you. Who knew you’d turn into such a sharp dresser. And your girlfriend? Insanely gorgeous. Could pass for an idol.”
I’d thought the same. First time I saw Oh Hana, I wondered if she was an idol or celeb.
“Hair’s on point. Killer job? How’d you get it like that?”
“Oh, she did it. My girlfriend.”
“No way. Amazing. She’s got killer taste. Short guy hair isn’t easy, but she nailed the style. Makeup’s fire too. Basically idol-level.”
“Yeah, I know zilch. She handled everything.”
My head was spinning. Seriously.
Why was I enjoying this so much? Even chatting with the guys felt great, but tossing Oh Hana into the mix made it flow like butter.
And awkward as it was, no one asked anything rude.
“I run a married-couple sushi spot in Samseong-dong now. Swing by if you’re interested. Here’s the address. Bring your girl, I’ll hook you up big time. Just post some cute pics on Outstar.”
“Whoa! Married-couple sushi! I’m obsessed. I’ll drag oppa along. You better deliver on the service?”
“You got it!”
One was already a shop owner. Another at a big corp. One a researcher.
Realizing I was the only one slinging late-night convenience store shifts? Normally, I’d shrink. But riding this wave?
Not today. Especially with Oh Hana by my side. Made my gig feel like the bigger flex.
‘Damn. Pathetic mindset, but…’
I knew it, and still felt that way.
Oh Hana was just that captivating.
“Wow! Oppa’s classmates are total power players. If you ever need help, hit me up?”
“Psh, that’s what classmates are for. Even if it’s screwing over my boss, I’ll help.”
“You better mean that. No recording needed—I’ll remember.”
“Deal. Deal.”
Her way with words was unreal. No wonder her cafe boss adored her. Magnetic charm pulling in guys and girls alike. Even the senior girls were hooked, grins plastered on.
‘Vibe’s perfect.’
Looking back, I was always the one killing moods or stalling convos. Desperate to stand out without reason.
Not anymore. Was that why?
“So, Hyunwoo, what do you do?”
Like some law of conservation of mass. Someone had to ask. The guy in flashy-casual suit tossed it out.
Reactions rippled. Side-eyes like “Why ask that?” Mixed with curiosity. Bet under the poker faces, when I said convenience store part-time, some would relax or feel superior.
Felt intentional.
Wasn’t just me—one senior girl spoke up, tone uneasy.
“Hey, Choi Do-hyung. Why ask that? Look at the pretty girlfriend. Clearly thriving. He’s got it handled.”
Choi Do-hyung. I mulled the name.
He’d bragged about landing a programmer gig at a big game company. Enviable. Living my pipe dream.
“C’mon, noona, that makes me the loser.”
“…”
“What? Why’s the vibe weird? Am I the only curious one? Can’t ask a classmate? We spilled before you asked. Kinda hurts.”
Slick talk. Infuriating, like disagreeing made you the weirdo.
Staying quiet would sour things more. I opened my mouth.
“Oppa works the night shift at a convenience store.”
Words are wild. Same line, different delivery, totally shifts the vibe.
If I’d said it, it might’ve landed weird no matter what.
But Oh Hana, snuggling my arm tighter with bubbly cheer? Tension melted like cheese.
“He studies on the side, obviously. I’ve seen him a few times—insanely focused. Like, wouldn’t notice customers. Still treats everyone right. Who makes those hometown trips these days?”
“…”
“And during tough family times, he still goes down to do his filial duty. Family loves him too—loaded him up with ribs and veggie pancakes last time. Nom nom. Now I’m craving it. Grandma’s cooking is no joke.”
Her voice packed extra punch today.
I knew her feisty side from fan wars, but today? Extra fired up.
“Hee hee hee! Wondering how I know so much about oppa?”
Clear and confident, never grating. I spotted Choi Do-hyung chewing his lip. Couldn’t get a word in.
“If you gotta hear it from me: We live together. Got questions about oppa? Ask away. I’ll spill everything with full sincerity.”
Oh Hana flashed a grin.
“I’ll answer it all.”
Jaws dropped around us.
Watching Choi Do-hyung’s face twitch uncomfortably, one phrase hit me.
She killed it. Yeah. In every damn way.