Chapter Index

    Club promotion and application season has arrived.

    Hanbit Academy has a variety of clubs, ranging from academic clubs to music, art, and sports clubs.

    However, since the original work is an unpublished poem, the romantic arts and physical education clubs were highlighted more than the academic clubs where the 500 characters of the original text were replaced.

    The MMA division where Lim Chae-won and Min Ji-seong belong.

    In this club, they develop a romance throughout the first part of the game.

    Manager Lim Chae-won personally takes care of Min Ji-seong and teaches her various techniques.

    In particular, when teaching jiu-jitsu and wrestling, a strange current flowed and gave me a sweet excitement.

    They were like Moses and the Israelites.

    Savior and rescued.

    Light that brings people out of the darkness.

    It all went wrong in the sudden drift in part 2, but…

    Should I join the MMA club and start building up Lim Chae-won?

    There is also a cooking department that Jeong Ye-eun and Moon Jeong-woo will choose.

    The two joined the cooking club and showed off their typical childhood friendship by feeding each other the dishes they made.

    Not a dark chocolate-like romance filled with bitter breakups and reunions, but a milk chocolate-like romance filled with only sweetness.

    Should we interrupt their sweet romance and attack Jeong Ye-eun by completely pushing her?

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    “Dohyun, are you looking at the club promotional poster?”

    Even though I set it as my morning alarm, I heard a beautiful voice that greeted my ears.

    How happy I would be if she woke me up every morning by calling my name.

    I look forward to the day when I can live with her and have her warmth and affection fully directed towards me.

    Jeong Ye-eun, who had a sweet scent as always, approached me.

    A skirt that was shorter than Jeong Ye-rin’s and a dress shirt that couldn’t hide her volume.

    He was wearing a school uniform with a black tie slightly over it.

    Behind her was Moon Jeong-woo, who clung to her as if he were one body.

    “Yes. Have you decided where to go?”

    “Well… Ugh, everything looks fun so I don’t know where to go.”

    “Um… I see. There are so many.”

    We looked around at the posters on the bulletin board.

    “Um… art? Are you doing something like a sketch?”

    “I think so? Oh, the band club looks fun too…”

    “Ye-eun, do you know how to play an instrument?”

    “No? Just go in as a vocalist.”

    While we were having a moderate conversation and looking through the posters.

    “Uh, hey. Wait a minute.”

    “Huh?”

    “I think I got something on it..? Just stay still.”

    I slowly raised my hand and headed towards her head.

    The sense of peace I spend my daily life is constantly mixed with excitement.

    “Wait… uh, that’s enough.”

    After pretending to remove something from the hair.

    -Sigh

    I gently stroked her head.

    Her well-maintained brown hair gently touched my palm.

    When I sweep it down, it slides smoothly without feeling any resistance.

    Is this what you mean by silky hair?

    When I pat my head, the faint scent of shampoo comes up and makes me feel good.

    She accepted my touch without saying anything, and her appearance was like a cat purring and silently accepting its owner’s touch.

    If you see her with her head down, her ears turning red and her face tense and stiff, wouldn’t you fall in love with her even if it means bringing in a polarizing misogynist?

    It’s like an elementary school student who first realized love for the opposite sex and an attractive college student in front of them.

    It was like seeing a friend of the opposite sex you had a crush on suddenly one day come up to you, take a pair of wired earphones, put them in your ears, and smile brightly.

    Her appearance now was that of a girl who was excited for anyone to see.

    “Yes, Yeeun! Let’s go in there!”

    Moon Jeong-woo, who was watching this, urgently pointed to the cook.

    I took my hand away at the sound of his voice,

    “Ah…”

    Jeong Ye-eun’s exclamation, as if she was somewhat disappointed, was heard.

    now.

    I embedded Moon Jeong-woo in Jeong Ye-eun’s subconscious as an obstructionist.

    His voice broke my hold.

    The gesture of his hand aroused her regret.

    “Hmm.. where is it?”

    She raised her head and moved her gaze along Moon Jeong-woo’s fingers.

    However, there was a clear regret in her eyes.

    It seemed to me.

    That feeling was a grand prelude to the fact that a crack had appeared in the solid chain of childhood friends, and at the same time, it was a signal that her heart was gradually leaning towards me.

    “Cook?”

    “Yes! Yeeun, you are good at cooking. Don’t you think it would be fun?”

    “Um… I see. It looks fun.”

    “Choi Do-hyeon I don’t know about you, but the cookies Ye-eun made are really delicious.. Haha.”

    He once again exaggerated his relationship with Jeong Ye-eun.

    The relationship between childhood friends who have spent time together for over 10 years is definitely like a chain.

    It is tightly bound, and that trust is unlikely to be shattered.

    But… when will he notice?

    Chains are not free from rusting as soon as a little water is poured on them.

    The sound of a chain breaking is already pleasing to my ears.

    Moon Jeong-woo, who didn’t even know that was happening and was just smiling brightly…

    “Ye-eun, then shall we go fill out the application form?”

    “Yes, then!”

    Well… it’s good.

    “Ah, Dohyeon! Do you want to go too? Cooking department, it will be fun.”

    “No, I’m going somewhere else.”

    Between the cooking and MMA clubs, the one I chose was the MMA club.

    I slowly felt the need for Lim Chae-won’s build-up, and…

    Just because Moon Jeong-woo and Jeong Ye-eun are spending club time together for a while, I don’t think anything special will happen.

    “Ah… really?”

    “Uh. I want to go to the MMA club. Because it looks fun.”

    She looked at me, visibly disappointed.

    With a face like that, I can’t ignore it.

    I want to make you smile by saying that you will join the cooking club right away.

    Is there anyone who doesn’t love a woman who feels down just because I chose a club different from hers?

    Basically, the club allocates about 3 hours a week during regular class hours, and if you wish, you can participate in additional activities after school.

    In other words, there is not much time to be forced to leave.

    Still, he looks so regretful.

    Should I hurry up and put my house together…

    **

    Dohyun said he would go to a different club than us.

    The moment I heard those words, I felt like something was sinking into my heart.

    Did I unconsciously expect to see a friendly person who listened to everything I said even though he seemed to dislike me on the outside?

    When I imagined putting the dish I made into his mouth during club time and seeing his smile, I started laughing.

    Well… it has become a fantasy that cannot come true in reality.

    Even though Jeongwoo clearly said he would join the cooking club with me, I felt like something was lacking.

    “Why are you sad that I’m going somewhere else?”

    Were his thoughts revealed on his face? I quickly managed my facial expression.

    “No, I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

    “Really?”

    Suddenly, he smiled and made a face.

    If most people behaved like this, it would be a burden, but he was different.

    A handsome face and a deep bass sound that can be heard up close.

    And, a gentle smile that always warms my face.

    ‘Huh…’

    Men are also men.

    If a man like that acts like that, it’s hard for a woman to hide her smile.

    “Choi, Choi Do-hyeon! Ye-eun feels burdened…!”

    At that time, I heard Jeongwoo’s voice.

    Dohyun shrugged his shoulders and returned to his seat.

    ‘…You can stay a little longer…’

    It really wasn’t particularly burdensome.

    Jeongwoo seemed to think he had helped me, and he squared his shoulders triumphantly.

    ‘Jungwoo… is kind, but he has no tact…! Why are you saying that… I’m just staying still! I!’

    As I poured out a truckload of nagging words to Jeongwoo, my regret seemed to melt away.

    Even when Do-hyun was stroking his head earlier, he was interrupted by Jung-woo’s words.

    As before, it wasn’t uncomfortable at all.

    Rather, ‘You must have washed up in the morning, right..?’ I just had this thought.

    Even though I know very well that I always take a shower in the morning before coming to school, it suddenly occurred to me.

    If there was a strange smell coming from your hair, and he looked at you with disdain and walked away…

    I won’t be able to sleep that day.

    “So, are you confirmed for the cooking department? You said earlier that the band club was okay?”

    “Yes, I’m going to join the cooking department.”

    “Isn’t it because you’re afraid of failing the vocal interview?”

    He smiled mischievously.

    “Mr. Woo, isn’t it? I’m good at singing!”

    “Aren’t you being deceived by what I say out of politeness?”

    “No? Ah, why don’t we go to the karaoke room and check it out later!”

    As expected, talking to Dohyun becomes fun.

    When I spoke, Jeongwoo would stay quiet and then spill out words one by one.

    On the other hand, it was fun exchanging every word with Dohyeon.

    “Okay. Let’s go to karaoke, then.”

    A smile spread across his face as he looked at me.

    It must have been the same when he looked at my face.

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