Chapter 140
Chapter 140
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 140
Chapter Title: The Yandere Fairy's Gaze is Strange
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In the center of the living room, bottles of booze were already starting to claim their spots one by one on the wide table.
A chaotic sight with canned beer, wine, and soju all jumbled together.
Simple snacks had been set out amid them as well.
"I told you, that's how I ended up getting so close with Haeseong?"
"Oh... really?"
The clinking of glasses and occasional bursts of laughter awkwardly intertwined, filling the space.
At first, even Junseok had seemed stiff and uncomfortable, but after a few rounds of drinks and the buzz kicking back in, he transformed at an astonishing speed.
"Haha! I never imagined I'd get this tight with Haeseong either."
"...Haeseong oppa does have the complete opposite personality from you."
"You think my personality's that different from Haeseong's!?"
"Haeseong oppa doesn't even drink much..."
Junseok's eyes gleamed like they were unfocused, his lips moving nonstop.
"I wasn't much of a drinker originally either! But with two beauties like you sitting here... damn, the booze just goes down smooth! Krahat!!"
His speech had already turned into full clown mode, overly exaggerated, his gestures wild and theatrical.
As if trying to shake off the awkwardness by making a fool of himself, desperately hyping up the mood.
'...Fuck, this is embarrassing as hell.'
He hadn't been like this back in college, had he? Why was he acting like such a desperate mess?
Was it pent-up hunger from never getting any action with women?
I wanted to crawl into a rat hole.
Forcing my lips into a smile for the sake of the vibe, but my mind was a whirlwind.
'I'm an idiot... Should've just let them drink alone and gone to bed.'
Kim Se-ah and Park Hyun-joo's expressions were much the same.
They kept flashing awkward smiles and chiming in, but there was clear strain mixed into their laughter.
And on top of that.
Kim Se-ah and Park Hyun-joo were women I'd shared a bed with.
But if Junseok found out about that right here, right now?
That grinning face of his would twist in an instant.
Especially in his current state, all puffed up with excitement.
'Gotta keep this secret from Junseok until I die.'
I resolved it firmly like that, calmly bringing my glass to my lips.
Meanwhile, Junseok was still in his own world.
"No, for real! Back in school, I was actually pretty popular! Hahaha! Can't believe it, right? Ah, Haeseong's my witness! Right!?"
Junseok slapped my shoulder and laughed.
In response, Park Hyun-joo forced her lips up again and nodded.
"Ah, yeah... I can see that."
Kim Se-ah gave an awkward smile too, pressing her glass to her lips, but her eyes trembled, unable to hide her distress.
Yet oblivious Junseok didn't notice a thing.
Or maybe his radar for that kind of stuff had shut off completely from the start.
"Hyun-joo, you could totally be an idol! No, a model?"
"N-no! I'm just ordinary!"
As Park Hyun-joo flailed her hands in flustered denial, Junseok's gaze shifted straight to Kim Se-ah.
"Same for you, Se-ah. Hey, Haeseong! If you had friends this pretty in the neighborhood, why didn't you introduce them sooner? No wonder you were so lukewarm when I said let's head up to Seoul..."
Junseok hollered shamelessly, clinking glasses.
His alcohol-flushed face shone brightly, his vacant eyes shaking without focus.
Kim Se-ah and Park Hyun-joo kept up their forced smiles, occasionally tilting their glasses with him.
'This guy's gonna ruin the reputation of chaebol heirs across Korea.'
What drama has a chaebol grandson acting like that?
They're either cool as ice or spoiled rotten from bad upbringing—one or the other.
But this idiot had desperation written all over his face.
If Park Hyun-joo and Kim Se-ah had clean histories and no ties to me, I'd have tried hooking him up somehow.
Like that.
Quite some time passed.
The drinking session dragged on, but the mood was slowly heading toward its end.
The living room reeked thickly of alcohol.
Empty bottles littered the table, and Junseok was still going strong.
His clownish speech and antics had only gotten worse, and despite my advice to sip slowly, he was downing his glasses faster and faster.
"Krah! What is life anyway? Just drink! Hyun-joo, Se-ah! Let's do another shot!"
Junseok raised his glass with an ecstatic face, but when no one joined, he laughed to himself and downed it alone.
His face was beet red like it was on fire, eyes completely glazed over and unfocused.
Thud─
Sure enough, moments later, he slumped forward in his chair, head drooping as he passed out.
A light snore leaked from his mouth.
"...Huh?"
Park Hyun-joo startled and half-stood, but Junseok didn't twitch.
I let out a long sigh as I watched.
"Haa..."
Standing up, I grabbed his arms and hauled him upright with effort.
'Told you to take it slow.'
Grumbling inwardly, I dragged him to the small room.
Dumped him on the bed with a thud, and he immediately yanked the blanket over himself, wriggling around.
"Se-ah... Hyun-joo... ha, one more..."
"...Jesus, what an idiot."
I nearly said more but clamped my mouth shut.
What was the point of cursing now?
He wouldn't remember anyway.
Shaking my head, I tucked him in properly and left the room.
The awkward vibe still lingered in the living room.
"Oppa, is he okay...?"
Park Hyun-joo and Kim Se-ah sat side by side at the table, glancing at each other.
I approached quietly and bowed my head slightly.
"...Sorry about today. Junseok actually had some bad stuff happen earlier."
"Oh... really?"
"His heart was hurting, but he forced himself to act upbeat so he wouldn't kill the mood. He's not usually the type to drink this hard."
Felt like I had to pretty it up for my friend.
Park Hyun-joo was the first to smile cautiously.
"Ah, no. If that's the situation... we get it."
Kim Se-ah nodded and chimed in.
"Yeah. He was kinda cute, actually. Trying so hard to seem excited..."
Fortunately, they both seemed genuinely understanding.
The brief awkwardness had passed, leaving only a touch of sympathy and warm concern.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let's call it a night. Next time, I'll treat you to something delicious."
With a faint smile, I naturally escorted Park Hyun-joo and Kim Se-ah to the front door.
And bowed once more at the end.
"Sorry again today. Get home safe."
"...Yeah, you rest up too, oppa."
"...I'm heading out."
Clunk─
The door shut, and the house fell suddenly quiet.
In the silence, the alcohol buzz started seeping into my brain.
I hadn't exactly held back on the drinks either.
'Annoying, but gotta clean up tomorrow.'
I slowly crossed the living room toward the bedroom.
The moment I opened the door and stepped in, the bed caught my eye.
Yanked off my clothes roughly and tossed them on the chair beside it, then flung myself onto the mattress.
Thud─
I closed my eyes as I lay there.
Exhaustion crashed over me, but my mind was still a mess.
Junseok's dejected face and his forced laughs through the drunken haze kept replaying.
'Unintentionally created another black history moment for Junseok.'
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Then the doorbell rang.
I bolted upright on the bed reflexively.
'Did they forget something?'
Tilting my head, I headed to the entrance.
Just in case, I checked the intercom for whoever had rung, then cautiously opened the door.
Creeeak.
Peeking through the gap was Kim Se-ah.
She stood there panting, breaths coming in short gasps.
"Forget something?"
"N-no, it's..."
"What?"
Kim Se-ah's face was off.
Her cheeks flushed deep red, she hesitated, lips pressed tight, then carefully spoke.
"I... want to stay with you tonight, oppa."
A short, thick sentence.
But it carried such heavy, raw honesty.
Swish.
I instinctively glanced toward the small room where Junseok slept.
Door was shut, no sounds from inside.
'Hmm, he's out cold... should be fine.'
I wavered briefly, but nodded carefully and opened the door wider.
"Alright, come in."
But.
As Kim Se-ah was about to step over the threshold, she suddenly shook her head slightly.
I blinked, scratching the back of my neck.
"What, now what?"
She gave an embarrassed smile and pointed beside the door.
I turned to look at the shadowed spot next to it.
There was Park Hyun-joo, crouched and hiding.
Caught like a kid, she grinned sheepishly, rubbing her cheek with a finger.
"I... want to stay with you too, oppa..."
Her voice barely above a whisper.
The slight tremble at the end carried all her tension and caution.
Both women's faces glowed rosy, their eyes clearer and brighter against cheeks chilled by the night air.
'Ah... timing sure is...'
For a split second, I sank into thought.
Reason and lust clashing in my head.
I reached a decision faster than expected and lifted my chin.
"Fine, but no moaning tonight?"