#69. How was it when I was dating you?
“Yena. There seems to be some misunderstanding.”
Jenna must have mistaken me for intentionally hurting her to get her attention.
But is it possible?
I was a human too.
I hated being hit, and I hated being hurt even more.
I swear I never did that because I craved Jena’s attention or affection.
“Why do you always have so many excuses? Choi In-wook.”
The following words were so shocking that I couldn’t even feel the pain in my thighs.
“Yoo Shi-hwa. Yoon Ha-rin. On the day you caught stealing SNS, you said exactly the same thing.”
The invisible wall that existed between the two of us collapsed in an instant at her words.
Even though I tried to talk to her about her past life, she never responded, and finally she started talking about her past.
“It’s a misunderstanding. It wasn’t like that.”
“…Yena.”
“Inwook, I always tried to understand you. You know that too, right?”
Mr. Inwook.
The title that Jena always called me.
The title that I lost because of my lack.
“…I know.”
I was the one who knew better than anyone that Jena was a warm-hearted person.
It was Jena who accepted me despite her history of divorce twice.
Even though I couldn’t do my job properly as a hunter, it was Jena who loved me.
“…To be honest, I still can’t forgive Mr. Inwook.”
Jena bit her lips tightly.
“You saved everything that was dying and then you’re playing with another woman?”
It was Sihwa, who was looking at this side with a cold expression, who stopped Jena.
Ttogakttogak.
The sound of Sihwa’s shoes echoed in her infirmary.
“If you really take your eyes off me, I don’t know how I endured being with another woman when I was dating.”
Sihwa stopped in front of the two of us and asked Yena.
“How was it when I was dating you? Hayena.”
Obviously the question was asked to Jena, but knowing her answer, I had no choice but to worry about Jena’s mentality.
“What?”
“When Choi In-wook is dating you, does he want to see me or Yoon Ha-rin?”
Shihwa-ya… Please… Stop…
Jena’s face hardened rapidly.
Sihwa was digging through her painful wounds.
However, contrary to my expectations, Jena did not yield to the momentum of her poetry.
“You say you’re lucky to get a divorce with a woman like you?”
“What…?”
Yena… No matter how angry I am, if I say that, I…
What Jena said was not true.
I never said anything like that.
Sihwa looked at her inwardly with her face in disbelief she could not believe.
“I… You mean… Is it true…? Choi In-wook?”
“It can’t be.”
I answered her, shaking her head.
The tremor in Sihwa’s eyes slowly subsided, perhaps after an hour or so.
“…Hayena. You.”
I could feel that Sihwa is very patient now just by listening to her voice.
“Choi In-wook is not feeling well, so don’t do this here. We.”
Jena stood up from her seat.
“You saved him or whatever. He’s a patient now. He needs to rest.”
“Ha… In the midst of this, are you trying to get points while taking care of Choi In-wook?”
At Sihwa’s words, Yena smiled as if there was no absurdity.
“You might be full of thoughts like that. I’m a healer. Choi In-wook is a patient.”
“Isn’t that the only way to understand why you say it’s time to leave your personal feelings and let it rest?”
Jo Gon Jo Gon Jena, explaining why they had to leave this place, ignored her poem and walked out of her infirmary.
“Aren’t you standing there?”
Sihwa followed her with her bloody expression and sprinted out of her door.
I was left alone in the infirmary and stared blankly at the door for a while.
…I had a feeling that this life, which I already thought was more difficult than my previous life, was going to get even more difficult in the future.
* *
“Uh-huh. I’m sorry, Mr. Inwook.”
“So it’s okay. It’s just because it’s the student council, so I did what I had to do.”
“No, but. Inwook’s legs… His legs…”
The day after Sulwhasoo’s surprise attack.
Me and Lee Ji-eun. And Jena, the three of them were sitting in the empty deformed room.
As expected, the festival was almost stopped due to an accident, but it seemed that the student council somehow coordinated with the academy and made a compromise by not accepting outsiders.
For that reason, compared to yesterday when it was crowded, the inside of the academy was quiet, and even though it was close to 12:00 in the morning, there were only two visitors to the poor room of the Deforme.
Lee Ji-eun, who has been singing by my side all day saying I’m sorry, fortunately woke up last evening.
The doctor said that there was no problem in moving his body at all, but he said that he had to be properly examined to see if the aftermath of Ezion remained.
Jena told the two of us that she’ll just be taking care of her today, so she can rest at home, but neither of us listened to Jena.
I thought it wouldn’t really matter if I was just sitting and looking at the desk anyway, and Lee Ji-eun said that she was sorry for Jena who stayed all day without a shift because of her sleep yesterday.
So the three of us were sitting in the poor room as members that were no different from any other poor room.
“Haha… Why aren’t both of you listening to what they are saying? There are just no fools.”
Jena took a deep breath and spoke.
“But Jena-san. It’s really okay to go out and play. Me and In-wook. We’ll see each other here. Let’s go and play, huh?”
Lee Ji-eun said to Yena with a really sorry expression.
She came to see me yesterday, but she said that Lee Ji-eun didn’t show up during her shift, so she went looking for her and found out about it.
From Jena’s point of view, she must have been troubled in many ways.
“…I have nowhere to go anyway.”
She spoke freshly, but Jena was bored with her words, so she took out a sketchbook and started scribbling with her pencil.
Is this really graffiti?
What Jena was drawing was a mess of dusty hairs standing in a corner of her.
Even though it was not easy to draw her, she was drawing perfectly without ever erasing Jena with her eraser.
“Wow… Jena-san. Did you prepare art for the entrance exam?”
Lee Ji-eun, who was just watching her, asked her admiring her.
“No. Just a hobby.”
“But it must have been a lot of practice to draw this well, right?”
With her gaze still fixed on her sketchbook, Jena told her stories of her own secondary school days.
“She also loved art classes at school.”
“You can draw with just a pencil and paper.”
“So I think I drew it every day.”
“It doesn’t cost anything like this. You can draw on the back page.”
After she put her pencil down for a moment, Jena lifted her head and turned her to Lee Ji-eun.
“Author. You? You’re really good at drawing.”
Jena’s words were also true.
The day I saw Lee Ji-eun’s drawing skills for the first time.
She was frankly ridiculous.
Why are you so good at drawing? Why are you good at drawing?
She blew so hard that I honestly wanted her to be bad at drawing, but her drawing skills were excellent enough to be recognized by Jena.
“I… Originally wanted to do art.”
Lee Ji-eun answered her question with a smile.
“I didn’t know what a hunter was or how much magical power she had in her body, but she’s always liked to draw since that time.”
“But what… Everything in the world doesn’t go according to plan or the way you want to.”
“When I woke up, I was enrolled in the Hunter Academy, and people called me by a title that I was embarrassed to even say.”
“Probably, if Gate hadn’t appeared, I and Jena might have been attending art school together.”
Jenna smiled bitterly at her words.
“Yeah… That would be nice too.”
Lee Ji-eun got up suddenly from her seat and walked towards her bookshelf, and she came with her sketchbook and pencil.
“We… We don’t have anyone coming… Do you want to play a game?”
“What game?”
“Um… It’s a drawing game, Mr. Inwook.”
It’s a game I’ve never heard of. My brother
“A. What are you drawing me for? If you want, just draw other monsters or just general things.”
“I’ve been thinking for a while? What can you do for Mr. Inwook, who sacrificed himself to save me once, not twice?”
…What if I say it twice?
Jena slightly tilted her head upward and looked at me.
“Honestly, I wanted to show you the picture, but In-wook already has a beautiful teacher, Jena, so I’ll draw a portrait of In-wook instead!”
“I’ll take my heart. It’s okay if you don’t draw.”
“How do you feel? Jena-san? Even Jena-san has nothing to do, so let’s draw together. Yes?”
Jenna looked at me with a subtle expression.
…Isn’t it? Are you even drawing me? Why?
“Then, since it’s a game, there must be winners and losers, right?”
“Isn’t that right? You can see the person who drew it better, Mr. Inwook, and tell him to choose.”
“Hmmm~”
Jena stroked her chin as if thinking about it.
“It’s not fun if you just do it. Shall we set a penalty?”
“Good! Good!”
Everyone…Why are you ignoring my position as a subject…
“Then… Let’s confess to Choi In-wook who loses.”
“Uh? Huh? No. What is that? Where is that!”
Lee Ji-eun’s face turned bright red.
“Why? There was something like that when you were young. Confessing to a boy you don’t like as a penalty. Something like that.”
On the other hand, Yena pushed Lee Ji-eun with an interesting expression.
“I’ll do it. If I win, I’ll have to confess to Jena and Inwook instead!”
“Of course. Should you do it instead?”
“I’m not going to lose, am I?”
…I used to be an S-class hunter, but suddenly I became the XX of [Your boyfriend XX!]