Chapter 84
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 84
Chapter Title: Confession (2)
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Yujeong and I studied in the open reading room without any partitions.
Because it was vacation, the reading room was incredibly quiet.
We barely talked at all.
Once in a while, when Yujeong asked me something about English, I'd answer her.
5:30 p.m.
Yujeong tapped my hand with her pen.
"...?"
She scribbled something in the corner of her English vocabulary book.
-When do you want to eat dinner?
I whispered to Yujeong.
"Wanna go now?"
She grinned.
"Why, can't study?"
"I was only planning to do it for an hour or two anyway."
"Not because of me, right?"
I shook my head.
"Then let's go."
We packed our things and left the library.
As we headed down from school, Yujeong asked.
"What do you want for dinner?"
"Um..."
"Not me."
A hollow laugh escaped me.
"If you flirt by yourself and get hurt, what am I supposed to do?"
Yujeong burst out laughing.
"Hey. Didn't you say you're only dating Sujin at school?"
I nodded.
Yujeong pressed her body against mine.
And slyly linked arms with me.
Her breasts pressed firmly against my arm.
Wow. This insane softness.
"Then what happens if we do this? You're cheating?"
"Last time at the cafe, Ayoung did this."
"...Ayoung did?"
Yujeong's face stiffened slightly.
"It was the second floor, and right then a bunch of my department mates came swarming up."
"They know you're dating Sujin, right?"
"Yeah."
"Whoa. So?"
Yujeong leaned in like she was watching a trashy drama.
"Next day at school, I explained to the guys. She's my ex-girlfriend who's clinging to me saying let's date again."
"Pfft. Crazy. Does Ayoung know?"
"No. Don't tell her?"
"Oh. Crazy. So Ayoung has no idea she's become your ex who's hanging off you?"
"..."
"Wait. So was Sujin working the first floor then? Do your school friends know Sujin's face?"
"Yeah."
"Girlfriend working the first floor, meeting ex on the second?"
"So while explaining that too, I had no choice but to say they were friends."
"...So it turned into you're dating your ex's friend?"
"..."
I nodded silently.
Yujeong snickered and hugged my arm even tighter.
"Then if your friends see us like this now, what happens?"
"...Um. Probably say she's my ex-ex-girlfriend or- Gah!"
Yujeong slammed a fist into my solar plexus.
"You bastard, I knew it."
"Ugh... What then?"
I rubbed my stomach and straightened my hunched body.
Yujeong smirked and started walking again.
"Just say you dumped Sujin and started dating someone new. We're perfectly matching couple outfits anyway."
"..."
With my arm caught, I was dragged along by Yujeong.
That's when we passed the school gate and reached the crosswalk.
"Huh? Kim M-!"
I whipped my head around.
Jo Namseok and one classmate spotted me from across the street on the left and waved.
Ah. Fuck this shit.
'It's vacation, why the hell come to school? Thought his house was in Gyeonggi.'
I casually raised my hand and mouthed without moving my lips much.
"Uh no. Not bro. Please go."
"What?"
Yujeong clearly understood but pretended not to as she locked arms tighter.
Jo Namseok and the other guy noticed Yujeong next to me, gave me an awkward nod, and headed toward school.
The crosswalk turned green.
'Gonna lose it.'
Yujeong tugged my arm and crossed the street.
"Kekeke. Hey. Busted? Might as well dump Sujin and date me. Or go with the double-dipping concept."
I sighed and unlinked my arm from Yujeong's.
Yujeong giggled and linked arms again.
A sigh escaped me.
These girls just find it fun to put me in these awkward spots.
Yeah.
I was thinking wrong.
Even when she asked to date at the theater, it was probably just to see me flustered.
My head grew complicated, and suddenly annoyed, I slapped away her hand as she tried to link arms again.
"Ah- fuck."
"...?!"
After crossing the crosswalk, Yujeong stopped dead in her tracks, flustered by my cold rejection of her hand.
"..."
It was a shocked expression.
For a moment, I wondered if I'd gone too far.
"No. It's not that."
I tried to say something, but I had no idea what to say.
Yujeong glared at me like she wanted to kill me and stormed off ahead.
I hurriedly caught up to her side.
"No. Yujeong. It's not like that."
"Shut up. Fuck off. You bastard."
We entered the alley.
I explained to Yujeong.
"No. Just thinking how to explain this to those guys again, and suddenly I felt suffocated."
She threw a fist at my solar plexus.
I instinctively clutched my stomach.
Yujeong's fist stopped right in front of my gut.
She said lowly.
"You fucking bastard. You accept Sujin and Ayoung pretending to be your girlfriends just fine."
"..."
"Why bitch only at me? Discriminating? Fuck. Do you see me as their side piece too? Huh? Yeah. Fuck. Yeah. You bastard. You look down on me too, huh?"
Yujeong said that and spun around.
No.
I'd never thought that even once.
Yujeong was walking far ahead.
I ran up and grabbed her shoulder, turning her around.
"...!"
Yujeong's eyes were red.
A tear welling in one eye rolled down her cheek.
Yujeong shook off my hand on her shoulder and headed home.
Fuck.
Why.
How did it end up like this.
I ran and grabbed Yujeong's wrist, pulling her.
"Wait, come here."
"Hng!"
Yujeong resisted, but she couldn't overcome my strength.
I dragged her behind a piloti pillar in the corner.
"Let go, you fucking bastard."
I pinned the arm I was holding next to her head.
Her other arm, which tried to hit me while resisting, I grabbed and pinned to the pillar the same way.
Yujeong ended up with both arms pinned beside her head against me.
"Ugh. Bastard."
She twisted her body every which way, but she couldn't escape me.
Since becoming a high schooler—no, honestly even before that—our strength was incomparable.
I'd just been letting her win.
I pressed my body right up against Yujeong's.
"Why do you assume shit on your own? Huh?"
"Then what is it? Fuck."
She wriggled her pinned arms.
"When did I ever see you as a side chick? When did I ever discriminate?"
"Then why only with me? Huh?"
I don't know. Fuck.
Honestly, pretending to date Sujin for real? Not bad.
Ayoung at the company seeming like we're flirting? Good too.
But Yujeong was different.
The mutual confessions in the elevator and at the cafe probably played a big part.
Even if the words weren't properly conveyed, once spoken, they carry meaning.
I told her.
"I didn't want to pretend to fake date you. That's why."
Yujeong's pupils trembled.
We were face-to-face, close like in the theater elevator.
Yujeong swallowed hard and asked back in a trembling voice.
"...What?"
Fuck.
Courage surged out of nowhere.
"Date me."
"..."
"Date me."
"Rea-"
Yujeong tried to say something, but I kissed her.
She pulled her lips away from mine, but I immediately chased after them.
I sucked on her upper and lower lips alternately, begging her to open.
After several caresses, strength slowly drained from Yujeong's hands. Her head slowly turned toward me.
She nodded slightly and lightly sucked on my lower lip.
As if by some promise, we took turns caressing each other's lips.
Eventually, my mouth covered her parted lips, and we familiarly explored each other's tongues.
Kissing was definitely no longer unfamiliar to us.
Yet this kiss felt like an utterly new experience.
*
The next morning.
I opened my eyes on the bed.
I bolted upright and checked my phone on the side.
8 a.m.
'...'
No message from Yujeong.
Yesterday I confessed we should date, and we even kissed.
But after the kiss, the silent Yujeong only spoke once we reached the third floor together.
-Think about it. I'll contact you.
I nodded in a daze and blankly stared at her back as she entered apartment 302.
That was sometime between 5:30 and 6 p.m.
No contact for over 12 hours now.
'What could she have so much to think about?'
Just a roundabout rejection?
Like saying 'I'll review it' for a troublesome proposal, then rejecting later.
Ha.
Damn it.
No way I got rejected.
My first confession in life.
Just like this?
I thought it had potential.
But when I actually said let's date, she got scared maybe.
To Yujeong, I'm someone from middle and high school days—back when I was way shorter than her.
Plus, the total nerd who always took her beatings.
Even though somehow lately we've been hooking up a lot.
But she might think that's not dating.
Yujeong seems like the type who picks long-term partners carefully over casual flings.
In that case, even harder to accept a guy banging her friends as boyfriend.
'Ah. Why'd I do that.'
Kim Minwoo. Why couldn't you hold back and confess?
I thought it'd work!
Yujeong likes doing it with me.
Even if it was a joke confession like that in the elevator, of course I thought she liked me.
It was past 8 a.m.
Yujeong would've clocked in at the cafe by now.
Sigh. Fuck.
So what now?
Keep doing OnlyFans?
Or get awkward and quit altogether?
But would that even work?
Right then,
Ding.
My phone buzzed.
I quickly checked the message.
[Choi Yujeong] To the cafe