Chapter 35
Chapter 35
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: Campus Ambush
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Yi Ju-ha had no particular thoughts.
Of course, at first she was fucking furious when that loser punk left her on read.
But she shrugged it off, figuring he was probably busy cramming for exams or something.
She did think she'd give him a proper punishment next time they crossed paths.
But then the texts actually came, and her mind changed.
11 PM.
After ignoring her for over eight hours, a few messages suddenly pinged in.
The instant she saw them, rage boiled up inside her.
This fucker must be out of his mind.
Even friends would piss you off if they left you on read all day and replied at night. And this loser dares?
Yi Ju-ha's eyes lit up with fury as she unleashed a storm of angry texts.
[Hey, you wanna die? Get your ass over here right fucking now]
She froze mid-rant, fingers hammering the keyboard like mad.
She hadn't hit send yet.
'No, wait, no.'
Can't wrap this up so quick.
Time to lay down the law hard this time.
Thinks a few fucks and some chit-chat make us equals?
This cocky little loser needs a refresher course. Who the hell does he think he is?
'Delete, delete.'
Yi Ju-ha wiped the whole message clean.
I'll leave him on read now. How dare he pull that shit.
She smirked slyly down at her phone.
This punk's gotta be freaking out.
【Yi Jun-hyeong: Should I go alone? Atmosphere might get dicey...】
Of course you're going solo, dumbass.
Yi Ju-ha dug in her ear with her pinky.
Fuck why the hell would I go there?
Never even planned to. Money's rolling in fine as is—what, go fuck some other dude? A Japanese guy, no less.
Plus, showing up means baring my face. Sure, they'd mosaic it, but those assholes would keep the originals.
Trust them? In your dreams.
If I was cool flashing my face, I'd have hooked up with someone else ages ago.
Fuck, I only went with this loser 'cause I can't trust any other guys.
'Looks just like a goddamn Japanese dude.'
But that guy's whole vibe rubbed her wrong from the jump.
Tanned skin and some bleached blond hair that clashed hard.
That shitty smug face screaming "girls go limp once I slide it in lol."
Just fucking punchable. Sex with a tool like that? Kill me first.
Sending Yi Jun-hyeong alone would hype the channel plenty—no need for me to show.
"Tsk."
No replies for now, that's the plan.
Even if he calls, straight to ignore.
Gonna make him sweat bullets, stomping around clueless. Where the fuck does he get off?
Hehe.
Yi Ju-ha giggled, rolling gleefully across her bed.
Where do you get off... you little loser punk. Right in the palm of my hand.
...Or so she thought.
Until the fourth day rolled around and he still hadn't shown.
On read-zip day two, texts and calls poured in right on cue.
Ignored every damn one.
Thinks he can smooth this over with a phone call?
Apologize? Drag your ass to my door.
She hummed along, waiting for Yi Jun-hyeong to show. How to play it when he does? Go full rage mode, clamp down hard on discipline? Bust his bad habits for good.
...But he didn't show on day two.
A little unsettling. Should've come running by now, right?
Eh, fair enough. College kids drown in assignments—maybe that's holding him up.
Pissed her off, sure, but she could see it. The later he shows, the worse he has it.
...Day three, still nothing.
Honestly, she'd bet on him showing today.
Expected at least a sorry for the read-zip.
Not even a peep—no more texts, no calls.
By now, anxiety was creeping in.
'Fuck, what's his deal?'
Ignoring me for real?
Why isn't he crawling back? Got too big for his britches?
Or did some other channel snag him? Secret account behind my back?
Normally she'd chill and wait it out...
But unemployed and glued to her phone all day? Unbearable.
Refreshing KakaoTalk nonstop.
Thinking about it now? Straight-up rage. Me, waiting on texts from a loser punk? Not even some fling I'm dating!
Patience never her strong suit—curiosity? Forget it.
Being a shut-in bum made it a thousand times worse.
And day four.
Yi Ju-ha's fuse finally blew.
Fuck this, can't take it. Gonna hunt this fucker down and claw his smug face off.
What the hell's keeping him? Not like anyone's studying 24/7 without breathing.
"Hoo... fuck."
She punched the university name into search quick.
Maps. Directions.
Not far—bus ride away.
Heard it's engineering, so stake out the building front. Bound to pop out eventually.
Or just spam-call him. Fuck, then why not call sooner?
"Ha..."
Yi Ju-ha threw on some clothes haphazardly.
First time at his uni—buildings a mystery, might get lost...
Worst case, hit up Yu In-ha for directions.
She jammed her feet into sneakers, fuming.
Yi Jun-hyeong, you little shit. You're dead meat.
"Argh..."
Supposed to head to Yi Ju-ha's place today.
Day two felt kinda iffy to drop by.
Day three... yesterday tried, but some urgent crap popped up.
Day four today... still radio silence from her, no texts or calls.
Got a bad feeling—gotta go for real today.
Let this drag past tonight, and it's game over. Feels irreversible.
'Schedule...'
Classes wrap at 6.
Hop the bus right after, perfect.
She home? Probably... doesn't do much.
Worrying for no reason.
Grab some tteokbokki? Nah, she digs booze—pick up a bottle?
Showing up empty-handed this late? Disaster. Bare hands might get me beat raw...
'Ugh... can't focus.'
Class? Studying? Zero concentration.
My fault for the read-zip first—no blaming her.
3 PM now... scarf some bread, grind homework, bolt after 6.
"Sigh..."
My damn luck.
Exam week, stressing this shit.
Anyone sees, thinks we're dating.
I grumbled my way to the engineering building. No seats today... central library?
Mulling bread options up the stairs when something felt off.
Up at the entrance...
Familiar silhouette?
My eyes glitching? Looks like someone I know. Nah, trick of the light.
The closer I got, the sharper it got.
Arms crossed, scanning around for someone.
Eyebrows furrowed in an angry `´ arch.
N... no fucking way. Right?
White spaghetti strap with a loose white cardigan. Skin-tight shorts.
Physique that screams "not engineering material." Yi Ju-ha.
'F, fuck.'
Why the hell is she here?
Sharper with every step.
No mistaking it—Yi Ju-ha. Fucking Yi Ju-ha!
Run. Gotta run? Right?
Brain's screaming bail...
'Is it really her? Real Yi Ju-ha?' Kept climbing without thinking.
No? No read-zip killer Yi Ju-ha here to end me?
"!"
Then her eyes locked on me.
I halted mid-step.
Time froze. Mutual squint-check...
...Yup. Her! Real deal Yi Ju-ha!
Her lips twisted into a sneer spotting me.
"He... hek...!"
I gasped without meaning to.
Why's my gut yelling run? Planned to see her today anyway.
Picture her lurking an hour, eyes bulging, hunting me... spine went ice-cold on instinct.
"You little shit..."
She nodded like jackpot, finally found me.
M... mom fuck...
I whipped around, bolting down the stairs. R-run, fuck!
"Hey, stop! Wanna die? Don't you fucking stop?!"
Her thunderclap yell boomed behind.
Every engineering kid staring.
Humiliating as fuck... but survival first!
"G-going today! Was gonna go today!"
"Bullshit, you psycho fuck—"
Aaaah! My precious college life!
Snagged before the school gate, dangling from her grip.
Bag... if only no bag...
"You fuck. He, hek. So goddamn glad to see you?"
"S-spare me, please."
Her beaming face swallowed my vision.
D-dead man walking...
"..."
"..."
Empty stadium bleachers.
Exam season ghost town— just Yi Ju-ha and me on the seats.
"Hey."
She broke the heavy silence first.
"Why'd you leave me on read?"
"Uh... was gonna come by today."
"Fuck off, liar."
True though...
Busy with unforeseen bullshit.
I mumbled, and she sighed, flopping back.
"Beating you changes nothing. Sigh."
...Not as pissed as I figured.
Braced for nuclear, but she looked... brighter?
She glanced over sharp.
Her face took second seat to those perfectly spread tits. E-eye discipline.
"College life fun?"
"Uh, what?"
"Fun enough to ghost me for damn near 10 hours?"
"That's not..."
Excuses falling flat.
Least she's talking first... might smooth over. Lucky break.
She smirked, nudging me.
"Still a total loser here, huh? Zero friends. Eating solo?"
"Not that bad..."
"What, 'not that bad'? Bet you are."
She laughed, sitting up.
Then stared blankly at passing students.
Lost in thought vibe.
"Classes at?"
"5... still time."
"Yeah?"
Her gaze stuck on the crowd.
Face unreadable... deep in her head.
"Hey. Give me the school tour."
"...Huh?"
"Show me around campus. Fucking loser's gotta be clueless, right?"
"No... not really..."
How much of a moron does she think I am...
Sling bag on. She brushed off her ass, stood.
"Frankly, nothing worth seeing."
"Then where's the good stuff?"
...Uh... good point.
I hesitated; she sighed huge. Figures.
"Whatever. Show me your usual haunts."
"Uh... okay."
She strode off ahead.
I scurried after like a puppy.
A warm, pleasant sunset was settling in.