Chapter 139
Chapter 139
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 139
Chapter Title: The Yandere Fairy's Gaze is Strange
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"S-Soeun...?"
Junseok muttered under his breath, and that's when I whipped around, slapping my palm through the air like a bolt of lightning.
'Shut up, please!!'
Junseok immediately clamped his mouth shut.
His eyes asked, What are you gonna do? but I just shook my head in response.
Opening his mouth right then would've been the end of us.
Thump— thump—
My heart pounded like mad.
It felt like even the tiniest sound would give us away.
Soeun-i was still standing in front of the door, hunching her shoulders anxiously and letting out a small sigh—clear as day on the screen.
Thud.
Still crouched on the floor, I quietly called out to Junseok.
"Hey, come here."
I beckoned with my finger, and Junseok reluctantly slid down to the floor, plopping beside me.
He blinked at me, tilting his head.
"Wh-what are you...?"
Instead of answering his whisper, I pulled up the phone app.
The screen lit up, revealing Yoo Soeun.
"...!"
Junseok's face froze the instant he saw it, but I stayed calm, staring at the screen.
Soeun-i hadn't left yet. She stood by the door, fidgeting with her hair and glancing around uneasily.
Then, cautiously, she turned her head.
Swish.
As expected, Soeun-i crept toward the small window beside the front door, built into the wall.
Confirming it was shut, she still stood on her tiptoes—even with the curtains drawn.
Like she was dead set on peeking through the tiniest gap.
"Crazy..."
Junseok's short sigh came from beside me.
I kept watching the screen coolly.
Soeun-i pressed her face right up to the window, straining to peer inside.
Her eyes darted frantically, hunting for any sign of light or movement from within—the video captured it all perfectly.
"..."
"..."
And so.
Soeun-i checked every window one by one, then hung her head and slowly turned away.
Only then did Junseok lower the hand he'd been using to stifle his mouth.
"I-is this... for real...?"
His words shattered the brief silence.
He stared at my phone in disbelief.
The screen was empty now, but his gaze stayed glued to it.
His lips twitched wordlessly before he let out a hollow laugh.
"Haeseong, what kind of life do you even live?"
"I told you last time."
"Fuck, I didn't think it was this bad."
No wonder Junseok was so shocked.
Even I had been stunned and terrified the first time I saw Soeun-i act like that.
But now? It was just a long-overdue visit that caught me off guard a bit.
Swish.
I pushed off my knee and slowly stood.
Dusting off my pants with the back of my hand, I said flatly,
"This isn't the first or second time."
"Dude, are you seriously okay? Shouldn't we... call the cops or something?"
Junseok leaned forward urgently.
His fingertips trembled in the air, and a sheen of sweat beaded on his forehead.
"Call them on what?"
"W-well... we just saw her peeking through the window into the house."
I strode back to the living room, bent down, and picked up the half-empty glass from the table.
I tossed back a casual sip of the remaining liquor before continuing.
"Reporting her for that? Soeun-i's parents—or anyone from back home—wouldn't get it."
"...What?"
"Especially her parents. They stuck by us to the end at my dad's funeral."
Junseok gawked at me in disbelief.
"You idiot, this is how it escalates into something huge."
"That's why I'm trying to keep my distance from her."
"What if she suddenly snaps and breaks in?"
"It's fine. I've got security locked down tight."
Junseok shook his head and sank into the chair opposite me.
"Man... you live a tough life. Just cut ties and move to Seoul."
"...Not the right time yet."
"What do you mean 'not the right time'? You got a treasure chest stashed here or what?"
"...Anyway, I'm not ready to head to Seoul."
Junseok covered his face and let out another empty chuckle.
"Seeing it firsthand is messing with my head. Can't imagine how you handle it."
"Truth is, I was just startled 'cause it's been so long since her last visit. Not shocked."
"...So you're that used to it now."
"Yeah, doesn't make it better, but it sure toughens your mind."
"Hah..."
I took a bitter sip and eyed Junseok.
"You still jealous of this?"
"...Huh?"
"You said you were jealous last time."
"Th-that was about ghosts, right?"
"Ghosts are the same. Once you live it, you'll realize how ridiculous that sounds."
Junseok's shoulders slumped at my words.
"Sorry. I judged too quick from the outside."
"What're friends for?"
"Whew... watching Soeun-i on that screen earlier sobered me right up."
"I was scared at first too."
"Pretending you're out and she still peeks in the windows... that's your daily life?"
"...Familiar territory."
Junseok's jaw dropped, brows furrowing.
"Even good looks and popularity have their downsides."
"You maniac..."
Junseok still clutched his glass, face blank.
The half-joking vibe from before had vanished; the air grew heavy.
His hand slowly lowered the glass.
It hit the table with a soft thud, echoing unnaturally in the room.
"Fuck... ruined the buzz."
Junseok muttered low.
A strange tremor lingered in his voice.
Swish.
I slowly lifted my head.
Now I could see his pale face and rigid shoulders.
He was barely swallowing, body tense as a wire.
Lips blue, palms rubbing the table anxiously.
He's really freaked out.
Even after all these years knowing him, I'd never seen him this frozen.
Right then—the doorbell rang again.
♬♪♬
"...!"
Junseok reacted first this time.
Like he'd been shocked, he bounced from the chair and plastered himself to the wall.
Then flopped straight to the floor.
In his haste, he couldn't even get his knees under him—just pressed his back flat against the wall, holding his breath.
"Hurry! Over here!"
He whispered urgently, beckoning frantically.
His pupils were huge, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Soeun-i's never come back twice in a row before.
Tilting my head, I stood slowly and headed to the intercom.
I jerked my chin at Junseok.
"You go check."
Snickering, I pointed at the screen. Junseok hesitantly pushed off his knee and crept over.
Peering in, his eyes went wide.
"...Wh-who is it?"
Two women stood on the intercom screen.
Even through the grainy feed, their sharp features stood out.
The first wore a white blouse draping elegantly along her neckline, cinched at the waist to accentuate her curves.
And beside her.
The other was in a sleek black dress that subtly hugged her waist and hips.
Both beamed bright smiles at the camera, waving lightly.
"Little sisters I know."
"Y-you know them? Like, hometown juniors?"
"Nah, girls who just moved here from Seoul."
Junseok stared blankly at the screen.
His eyes widened further, flicking to me in shock.
"Why'd they show up outta nowhere!?"
"You were singing about girls and booze earlier, so I called some neighborhood sisters over."
"...You actually called them!?"
"Why else would they drop by our place?"
"Oh..."
"Anyway, I'll tell 'em next time."
"Why!?"
"Soeun-i stuff aside, you said the vibe's killed already? I'll handle it—wait here."
I shut off the intercom casually and headed to the door.
Kim Se-a and Park Hyunju were people I could see anytime.
No big loss.
Creeeak.
I eased the door open, letting in cool night air laced with their fresh scents.
"Oppa, hi!"
"Se-a, Hyunju. Sorry, but—"
Thud—
Suddenly, Junseok bolted out.
And shoved me aside roughly.
Caught off guard, I stumbled a step to the side.
"Wh-what the!?"
I gaped in confusion, and Junseok grinned wide at Kim Se-a and Park Hyunju by the door.
"Nice to meet you! I'm Haeseong's friend, Seo Junseok!"