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    I am Soohyun Yoon.

    I am 22 years old this year.

    Even though I am still at an age where I am often called young rather than young, I am confident that my experience in the world is second to none.

    I don’t know anything else, but I am confident in that one part. Who in the world would have had the address shown when they submitted their ID card change to a daycare center overnight, and who would have been pointed at by the entire nation at an age when they were memorizing things like school lunch menus in high school?

    There are probably only a few people in the world who have had such a unique experience.

    Even if you only have one of the two, it’s enough to make you say, ‘Wow… life must not have been easy…’, but in my case, haven’t I experienced both?

    ‘When I think about it, it’s kind of amazing.’

    What’s so special about it is that you did it yourself.

    That’s because when I suddenly looked back, the thought occurred to me, ‘No, how did I not turn it black after going through such things?’

    If it had been someone else, I would have turned black long ago and become a criminal, or I would have become a corner of the room who posts strange shit on anonymous bulletin boards every day.

    Anyway, at this age, there was something that even I had experienced before and after all, and that was none other than ‘confession.’

    I have never confessed to someone before, nor have I ever had the experience of receiving a confession.

    Recently, I’ve been treated unfairly by Ari… but honestly, it’s a bit ambiguous to call that a confession of love.

    What kind of woman would tie up the man she likes so he couldn’t move and confess her love by inserting his dick into her vagina?

    From my perspective, with 10 years of experience watching dramas, that could never be a confession.

    So, what on earth does it feel like to receive a confession from a woman…?, and I’ve always been curious about how the damn alpha males feel…

    I never would have thought that such curiosity would be solved through not someone else but Rahee’s cousin.

    What if a complete stranger suddenly came to me and did this?

    Although I would have been embarrassed, I would not have felt embarrassed.

    Instead of embarrassment, I would have been filled with anger.

    Ah, I was thinking that I had finally ascended to the rank of alpha male.

    However, when Ra-hee’s cousin suddenly attacked me with a confession, I was so embarrassed that I even forgot to breathe.

    Meanwhile, what puzzled me even more was Eugene’s attitude, as if he was saying that he only knows how to go straight.

    “Soohyeon? By the way, can I call you Suhyeon? Still, I’m older.”

    “Yes…”

    “So, Soohyun, what do you think?”

    “Yes?”

    “You don’t really prefer older people when dating?”

    It seems that the confident personality in everything was not Rahee’s personal property, but rather a family trait that ran in the blood of the Oh family.

    Normally, in a situation like this, it would be normal to have a blush on your face, but if you see him sipping Coolpis with a nonchalant expression on his face, he blurts out words.

    “I’ve never really thought about it…”

    “Aha, you’re the type of person who doesn’t really care about age as long as you have a pretty face, right?”

    “What…”

    “Then what about me?”

    Even though their surnames are different, they share the same genes. He has a face that looks strangely similar to Rahee, and he throws a fastball like that, which makes my heart beat at a strange beat in surprise.

    Instead of jumping like, “Heart pounding…❤️,” it feels like jumping like, “Do, pounding…?”

    That’s why I ended up getting caught in a bar even though I wasn’t even drinking anything.

    At the same time, what began to creep up my body was a strange sensation that was difficult to explain in words.

    The feeling of immorality and guilt that comes from the fact that my heart suddenly pounded after receiving a confession from Ra-hee’s cousin, not from anyone else.

    Like an anaconda that has successfully captured its prey, it wrapped itself around my body and pressed on me.

    As I suffered from that same feeling, I internally regretted it.

    I’m sure if I had known something like this would happen, I wouldn’t have used the excuse of saying I was going to get some ice cream to come out for some fresh air.

    I went out to get some fresh air to calm down my drunkenness, but what kind of disaster was this…?

    ‘I’m sure you didn’t get drunk after drinking that drink…?’

    Why are there people like that sometimes?

    These are people who engage in ignorant flirting regardless of whether they are men or women, as long as they have alcohol in their system.

    If that’s Eugene’s drinking habit, it’s entirely possible to explain why he suddenly confessed and attacked me like this when we met for the first time today.

    It was like that.

    After having a quick meal at a snack bar, we had just moved to a nearby pub.

    Even though my stomach was already somewhat full from snacks, I couldn’t resist the violent and explosive smell of freshly fried chicken that emanated from the pub.

    I promised(?) that I would only eat half of each and ordered one marinated and one fried…

    After receiving our orders, even considering that it is for 4 people, the chickens laid out on a fairly large table looked very lonely.

    So I had no choice (?) and ordered beer.

    As we freely crossed the border between fried soup and seasoned soup using a glass of beer as a medium for each of us, I felt like I was getting a little drunk, so I went out to get some fresh air to cool off my hot cheeks and found myself in this situation. and.

    Could it be that it was something that had an influence?

    My face, which had been cooling down in the dry, cold autumn night air, leaving only a pleasant feeling of heat, suddenly became hot as if it had never happened before.

    “Ah, um…”

    The reason why I began to stutter strangely was because the heat rising from the base of my neck had already invaded my brain.

    How should I answer?

    What should I say here to end the situation in a less awkward way?

    It must have been a moment when I couldn’t think of anything else because of my hot head, and I was just muttering those two words as if I were chanting.

    Drurrr

    A strangely noisy sound peculiar to a sliding door was heard from behind.

    I was thinking of getting out of the way, but when I turned around, what came into my ear was…

    “It’s a cold day, but you’re not coming in. What are you two doing here?”

    It was none other than Rahee’s voice.

    The guy who went out to get some ice cream didn’t come back as time went by, so I guess I came out to check if something had happened.

    Perhaps he was concerned about other people recognizing him?

    My heart sank when I saw Rahee wearing the baseball cap she had taken with her when she left home.

    When I think about it, the only thing I did was to come next to Eugene and listen to him talk freely, but it ended up happening that way.

    Is this why everyone says they can’t live after committing sins?

    ‘I feel like I got caught for stealing.’

    When I thought about it like that, I suddenly felt a little unfair.

    What if you had done something that would prick your conscience?

    It wouldn’t have been unfair.

    But it’s not a responsibility without pleasure, and I haven’t done anything in particular, so why should I suffer from bad conscience?

    In fact, it was because of such dissatisfaction.

    It is true that he responded to Rahee’s words with a casual expression and voice as if he had forgotten what had just happened.

    “Whatever I was doing was getting some cold air to cool my face.”

    “After drinking two glasses of beer…someone would think I drank it from a bowl.”

    “Ah, it’s been a while since I drank, so what should I do if my body doesn’t like alcohol?”

    “Yes, next drink.”

    “keek···!’

    I never thought the day would come when I would hear the sound of alcohol.

    Even worse, the target was Rahee, who was always busy making fun of me.

    It was a time when I was trembling like a Chihuahua that had been growled by another dog I ran into on the street, feeling my shame double.

    “I was just having a quick chat with Suhyeon.”

    “A story? What are you talking about?”

    ” Soo-hyeon said she was a student at the university’s hunter department, so I wondered what the atmosphere was like there these days.”

    “No, why are you asking such a thing?”

    It’s a little strong, but maybe it’s because there’s alcohol in it.

    Ra-hee’s tone was already crossing between polite and informal, but Eugene didn’t seem to care.

    “In the first place, isn’t there a department in the association that is in charge of just that? They always call me saying something like a poll or something.”

    “It feels different to hear it from a close friend and to hear it directly from the mouth of a person like Soo-hyun.”

    “Sister, that’s addictive. Workaholic.”

    “It’s all done for money, so you have to work hard.”

    Eugene, who said that to Rahee, soon turned to me and narrowed one eye.

    Because the angle was so exquisite, Ra-hee would not have been able to see Eugene’s secret signals.

    “Isn’t that right, Su-hyeon?”

    Does this mean that what just happened should be kept a secret between the two of us?

    It felt a bit like that.

    Even if I think about it again, it seems to mean that…

    “Well… Anything is good if you work hard.”

    After thinking for a moment, he agreed with Eugene’s words by nodding his head.

    Looking back, I thought it was a very awkward gesture, but fortunately, Rahee didn’t seem to feel any discomfort from seeing me like that.

    “Anyway… I must have been a little embarrassed that someone I met for the first time today suddenly asked me this and that, but I was grateful for listening sincerely.”

    “Well, it wasn’t that difficult.”

    “It’s hard to call it a price, but… this is my business card.”

    He was said to be the youngest team leader in the association, but even his business card was unusual to match his prestige.

    Eugene, who slightly bent his upper body and placed it in my hand, slowly straightened his back as if stretching.

    “Are you going?”

    “Yes, I have to go to work tomorrow as well.”

    “Would you like me to see you off to your car?”

    “No, at least I only drank one beer. ”

    The distance you have to walk isn’t a few kilometers, it’s only a few hundred meters at best, but Eugene dismissed Rahee’s concerns by waving his hand and saying that it’s enough to walk that distance alone, then turned to look at me again and added quietly.

    “Okay then, I’ll just go now… You know if something goes wrong while working as a hunter, right? I can handle most things on my own, so don’t worry and contact me.”

    “Yes, yes.”

    “Soohyun too.”

    “Yes? Me too?”

    “Of course. In a way, this is also a ‘fate’, right?”

    That’s true… but.

    Those words that I would have normally overlooked, but today sound especially meaningful because I was recently attacked by a confession.

    “I’m fine anytime, so don’t worry about time and contact me. Got it?”

    Eugene, who had put me in such a delicate mood, left in front of us after saying something that sounded meaningful.

    As if he was sending me some kind of signal, he twitched his plump buttocks, which were wrapped in a gray suit skirt, proudly.

    No, so what was it really…

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