68 – 68. After-Party
Buzz!
Buzz!
Buzz!
I slowly opened my eyes to the regular vibrations. A familiar ceiling and the familiar scenery of my room.
The fear I felt when I woke up in Seo-Yeon’s room just before was still vividly lingering on my spine, so I reached out to my ringing cell phone with relief.
– Choi Yi-seo –
“…….”
The moment I saw the name, my heart sank. It felt like I had been caught doing something I shouldn’t have done.
I swallowed my saliva and carefully moved my fingers to answer the phone.
– What? Why are you answering so late?
The moment I heard Choi Yi-seo’s usual voice and tone, a sense of peace settled in my heart.
“What time is it?”
– Are you still sleeping? Even on weekends, it’s a bit much.
“Why are you throwing salt on a peaceful weekend?”
– Oh, I was going to ask you to work out, but you’re not going to do it, are you?
“……I worked out hard yesterday.”
– You’re lying. You were at the bar yesterday and just left.
Really.
I’m tired because I worked out for the first time in a long time.
But I couldn’t say that, so I just gave a vague answer without much response.
– Have you had dinner?
“Is it already time for dinner?”
– It’s 6 o’clock.
It’s already 6 o’clock in the evening?
I took the phone away from my ear and checked, and it was really already dinner time.
I realized that I was more tired than I thought and answered with a yawn.
“Hwaam! I still want to sleep.”
– What are you saying?
“I still want to sleep.”
– Then do it. Are you coming tomorrow?
Tomorrow?
“What’s tomorrow?”
– We decided to have an after-party to celebrate the end of the festival tomorrow. I even posted a notice on the group chat.
As I listened to the story, I tilted my head in wonder.
“We drank at our bar on the last day. Isn’t that enough?”
– That was with the professors and seniors. This time, we only invited the people who worked at the bar, so the third-year seniors won’t be there.
So he was telling me not to worry about the people I was uncomfortable with.
“We’re going to drink all day.”
I sighed in disbelief and muttered, and Choi Yi-seo unexpectedly agreed.
– ……Honestly, I don’t want to do it either.
Choi Yi-seo didn’t seem to like drinking parties that much either.
– Anyway, you have to come. There are a lot of people you like this time, so it won’t be bad.
“It’s really annoying.”
I’d rather just crack open a beer in my room, watch Netflix, and play.
– It’s a chance to get to know the kids naturally. Your reputation is getting better thanks to this, so come and show your face.
“Are you my mom?”
– I’ll be your wife.
“…….”
– …….
There was a moment of silence.
I couldn’t speak, and it seemed like the other side was the same.
“If you’re going to be embarrassed, don’t say it.”
When I said it jokingly, Choi Yi-seo’s voice also went up a bit.
– Okay, it was a joke!
I could tell that he was embarrassed and his eyes were rolling around.
“Why are you calling me and suddenly cutting me off?”
– Okay! Hang up! Don’t come! I’ll go to your house for the second round!
Click.Choi Yiseo hung up the phone.
The last thing she said was really scary, so she thought she should at least go and wash her face.
‘So, are you going to meet Seo Yerim again?’
Something felt awkward.
Seo Yerim pretended to be indifferent when they talked on the phone earlier, but she thought that she might not be able to speak properly due to embarrassment as time passed.
‘She’s a lover who can’t even say the word ‘s*x’ in real life.’
She thought that she might avoid eye contact and blush if they met.
She didn’t know how long it would last, but she hoped that people around them wouldn’t think it was strange.
‘I’m tired.’
She felt exhausted, maybe because she had used her body so much for the first time in a while.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
* * *
The next day was Sunday.
Her heart ached as if a whole Saturday had been deleted, but if she was asked if there was anything to do, she had no answer.
‘Come to think of it, it’s crap.’
She was originally supposed to have a free period, but she was a little annoyed that she had to go to school because of the festival.
There are few things that make college students as angry as going to school during a free period.
By the way, I was on my way to a PC room right now. I wasn’t with anyone in particular, but I had an appointment.
“Hi.”
“Are you here?”
I met Jung Chan-woo, who only works part-time all day on weekends.
He contacted me out of the blue this morning and asked if I could come to the PC room.
I was a little bored and had to go to the bathroom anyway, so I didn’t feel much resistance to coming.
“What do you want to eat?”
Our Chan-woo, who even puts in service ramen generously. I can’t hate him even if I want to.
“Fried udon.”
“I’ll boil it as soon as you sit down.”
I sat down in a corner seat and was watching webtoons when Chan-woo brought me food.
Fried udon, hot bar, and even dumplings.
“What? I didn’t order this much?”
“It’s service, service.”
“Ha.”
From now on, I consider Jung Chan-woo as my enemy. Chan-woo and I are one body, so just leave Yoo Ah-rin alone.
I glanced at Chan-woo as I ate the ramen he brought me. Chan-woo, who was sitting next to me, seemed to have something to say, but he seemed to be wondering how to get it out.
“You went in with Yoo Ah-rin the other day, right? Did it go well?”
“…….”
He seemed to have a hard time speaking, so I spoke for him, and Chan-woo laughed awkwardly.
As I slurped the ramen, I looked at Chan-woo and he scratched his cheek and finally opened his mouth.
“I confessed to Ah-rin.”
“Huh….”
It was a bolder statement than I thought. Isn’t that what people say on the internet?
Usually, a confession is not a challenge but a confirmation.
But that only applies to ordinary people.
For Woojin, an ordinary person, the hurdle to confession is quite high. It’s hard to be sure that she likes me.
But look at Chan-woo’s face.
If he stopped any passerby and asked for their number, wouldn’t nine out of ten give it to him?
For Chan-woo, confession could be seen as neither a challenge nor a confirmation, but a notification.
He’s telling me to date him.
But.
“I got rejected.”
‘Why her of all people?’
Why did he go and confess to one of the ten? It was frustrating, but I knew that the human heart doesn’t always do what it wants.
“You must have had a hard time.”After setting down the cup ramen, I patted Chan-woo on the shoulder. But his eyes were still filled with longing.
“I’m not giving up.”
“…….”
“I want to be with Arin. I’m serious.”
Isn’t this obsession at this point? Yoo Arin is practically the girl lead of a romance novel. If someone like that becomes obsessed…
“Woo-jin, help me out. I heard you had a girlfriend in the first semester.”
What’s the big deal?
I sighed, but there was something I wanted to confirm first.
“Let me just ask you one thing.”
“What?”
“Arin confessed to you in high school, right?”
At my words, Chan-woo’s body flinched and trembled.
It was something Arin had told me last time, but it seemed like he didn’t know I knew.
“You didn’t like her then, but after she confessed, you suddenly saw her as a woman or something like that?”
If not, there was no reason for Chan-woo to have rejected Arin’s confession.
“No.”
“Hm?”
But he gave a rather unexpected answer.
“I’ve only ever liked Arin since I was young.”
“Ugh, am I hearing this right?”
I rubbed my ears and asked him to repeat himself, and Jung Chan-woo hunched over, brushing his bangs aside.
“I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s true. I’ve only ever liked Arin. I didn’t mean to reject her confession.”
“I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“I just, I just made a mistake.”
“…….”
Chan-woo didn’t seem like he wanted to talk about it any further. Even the word ‘dark history’ seemed too light.
‘Guilt?’
I felt a little sorry for Chan-woo, who seemed to be harboring such feelings.
I wondered if it was okay for me to meddle and offer to help Jung Chan-woo.
‘I want to hear Arin’s side of the story.’
Even though I’m close enough to Arin to share secrets, I started to feel a little reluctant to get too close to Jung Chan-woo.
“I’m sorry, Chan…….”
Just as I was about to refuse,
Woong!
My cell phone rang.
I checked it briefly, and it was a message from Arin, who had impeccable timing.
The content was quite serious, so I couldn’t help but frown.
– Yoo Arin: Hey! They’re revealing the identity of the administrator on Daesoop right now, and your picture is up!
“What?”
I felt a little sorry for Chan-woo, but I hurriedly opened the Daebam Forest app, goosebumps rising on my skin.
‘Who? Who is it?’
The only people who know my identity are Anonymous69, Seo Ye-rin, Anonymous90, Eun-woo Hwa-seok from the Department of Dental Hygiene.
And Yoo Arin.
The senior who handed over the Daebam Forest administrator position to me had already graduated, so I could rule them out.
Anyway, let’s go into Daebam Forest.
– Anonymous59 (Administrator1): Administrator’s identity revealed (photo)
The post revealing the identity was written by Arin, and there was a picture of an orangutan.
“This b*tch……!”
↳ Anonymous11: I always thought the management was a mess. It must be at the level of an intelligent monkey.
↳ Anonymous75: LOLOLOL is this going to get banned?
↳ Anonymous198: Let’s go train the administrator. Tie their hands and spank their butt!
↳ Administrator: I’m banning all the little sh*ts who agree with this.
↳ Anonymous54: Shut up, everyone!
↳ Anonymous276: Run away!
↳ Anonymous69: I want to have s*x.↳ Anonymous90: s*x!
“Whew.”
“Woojin, what’s wrong?”
Chanwoo was embarrassed when I suddenly exhaled loudly. I asked him to wait a minute and then texted Yuarin right away.
– Kim Woojin: You’re screwed.
– Yooarin: LOLOLOLOLOL If the admin is shaking, it’s so funny LOLOLOLOL
– Yooarin: I thought it was a real leak when I saw the picture? It’s similar to when you looked in the mirror LOLOLOL
– Kim Woojin: Are you going to the after-party today?
– Yooarin: Yes, I’ll go and beat you up.
I guess it’s because I told her that I would go with Jung Chanwoo on the last day of the festival.
– Kim Woojin: I’ll take Chanwoo to the after-party.
– Yooarin: ?
– Yooarin: Sir?
– Yooarin: Admin?
– Yooarin: Why is he coming?
– Yooarin: Don’t do it.
– Yooarin: Seriously, don’t do it!
– Yooarin: I don’t like it.
– Yooarin: I’m not going!
– Yooarin: Oh, please!
– Yooarin: You’re a pervert!
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– Yooarin: Don’t come here!