Marriage with the Beast Senior - Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

Haneul’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Piano?”

Jaejun strode forward with his long legs toward Haneul.

As Jaejun’s shadow fell over him—Jaejun being a span and a half taller—Haneul hunched his shoulders like a frightened animal.

Seeing this, Jaejun explained in an even gentler tone than his usual manner of speaking.

“That’s right. It would be better than staying bored at home. You could also meet and make friends with kids your age there.”

The mention of meeting friends in advance seemed to tempt him, as Haneul’s eyes sparkled for a moment.

However, he soon shook his head in refusal.

“I… a guy playing piano is kind of…”

Jaejun let out a low chuckle.

“Our little guy doesn’t know anything. Kid, girls…”

Jaejun bent his knees slightly to match Haneul’s eye level.

“Really like guys who play piano. If you play piano from a young age, there’s a high chance your fingers will become long and slender.”

“…”

“Naturally, your hands will become prettier too. There are quite a lot of girls who like guys with pretty hands.”

Haneul’s eyebrows rose subtly.

Being a boy himself, he seemed intrigued by the idea that girls would like him.

“Tell me if you change your mind.”

Jaejun didn’t push further and turned around again.

Before he could take even a few steps, he heard a voice calling him back.

“H-hyung…! Would Grandmother send… me?”

“Grandmother? If you tell her that learning piano has been your dream, wouldn’t she naturally send you?”

“R-really?”

“Really. And tell her you’re lonely staying at home. That you didn’t have friends in America.”

Jaejun had given this example to increase the odds, but it seemed to hit Haneul’s sore spot as he suddenly pressed his lips tightly together.

Jaejun inwardly thought ‘oops,’ but continued speaking more nonchalantly.

“Then she might even establish a school for you.”

Haneul’s pupils wavered, thinking Jaejun was exaggerating. However, he soon smiled timidly and made a request.

“Th-then can I think about it until tomorrow? Oh, no. Th-three hours?”

Jaejun chuckled and asked.

“Why three hours specifically?”

“Is… that not okay?”

“There’s nothing wrong with it. Just simple curiosity. It’s not urgent, so think about it slowly.”

Expecting that Haneul would give a positive answer, Jaejun turned around without delay and went up to the second floor.

* * *

Yoomin, who had fled the hospital like she was escaping, walked wherever her feet took her.

At some point, with her soles aching terribly and her throat dry, she sat down on a visible bus stop bench.

“Ah. My legs are about to burst.”

As she bent over to massage her swollen calves, she glanced up to check the route map.

It seemed she had walked at least five stops.

“The sun is setting too…”

Moreover, the darkening atmosphere seemed to show not only her current situation but also the future she would face.

Whether she was out of breath or the gloomy mood was pressing down on her chest.

Feeling stuffy in her solar plexus, Yoomin rubbed it down with her fist and closed her eyes.

How should she escape from her family who blindly believed in shamans and treated her badly.

Meanwhile, how should she protect her father.

She needed to think and come up with an answer…

“Aargh.”

Because of that damn Seol Jaejun, her mind seemed tangled like a ball of yarn.

“Where did they sell you off to that you’d go on a blind date with such an old man?”

“Is looking at loan shark flyers any of your business?”

“What have you been doing for the past 5 years that made you like this?”

How could she run into him twice in one day?

No, if you count the phone call she received while walking here, was it three times?

What on earth is going on.

She covered her face completely as if washing it.

Of course, when she learned about her family’s dirty schemes toward her, she briefly needed him.

It was a short moment, but he was the one who had given her unconditional interest and affection throughout her life.

If it was Jaejun who liked her during their college days, he would have saved her if he knew she was in this situation.

But to him, she was a project deadbeat, a rude girl he had a fling with.

It would have been better if it had stopped there…

“Damn… He probably thinks I’m marrying that old man for money…”

She covered her face even harder as if to crush it.

“And loan sharks…”

A strange woman who even looks into loan sharks.

How could a person’s image be ruined this badly in just half a day.

Yoomin really wanted to cry.

He was a senior who cared for her in his own way.

She had felt just as much fondness for that senior.

Even though it was by chance, she was very upset that their reunion after 5 years turned out this way.

Tap tap-.

That’s when it happened.

Someone lightly tapped Yoomin’s forearm from beside her.

Yoomin removed her hands from her face and looked to the side.

She made eye contact with an elderly grandmother with white hair.

“…Yes?”

“Young lady, are you sick somewhere?”

“Huh? Oh. No…!”

“Could you read what bus numbers are written over there?”

Yoomin hid her troubled expression and immediately read out the arriving bus numbers displayed on the information board.

“How many minutes until bus 800?”

“It’s entering soon, Grandmother.”

Yoomin answered kindly and gestured with her hand for her to get up.

The grandmother, who was carrying a cute little handbag, stood up with a grunt.

Then she looked at Yoomin and made a comment.

“Young lady. You’ll catch a cold. Go inside quickly. I’ve been watching you do that for a while now.”

Yoomin was momentarily moved by the concern of a complete stranger.

“Looks like something bad happened. But being depressed about it will only bring more bad luck. You know?”

Yoomin nodded and gestured with her chin.

She was indicating that the bus the grandmother was looking for had arrived.

The grandmother got on the bus without looking back.

Left alone, Yoomin finally came to her senses.

Now was the time to think about how to deal with her family’s tyranny.

This wasn’t the time to be thinking about Seol Jaejun.

She tapped her cheeks a few times, telling herself to snap out of it.

“Let’s think, think.”

She turned on her phone again, which she had turned off after ending Jaejun’s call earlier.

It was past 7 PM.

The day had felt very long, but it was still only 7 o’clock.

However, soon after, her expression gradually hardened as the alarms continued to ring.

Missed Call (Hong Suji) (100 calls)

Missed Call (Grandmother) (30 calls)

Missed Call (Grandfather) (13 calls)

“Crazy… people…”

Yoomin’s family had taken turns calling her nearly 150 times while her phone was turned off.

These were the same family members who blindly believed in shamans and performed rituals to the point of death on Suji’s behalf, and now they had added a stalker to the mix.

“This is seriously making me curse.”

She let out a hollow laugh at the oppression from people who could bring out even her most savage inner nature.

She bit her lip with her free hand while looking at the missed call list.

Among them, there were no more contacts from Jaejun, whose number wasn’t saved.

At least that’s fortunate.

At least her senior was removed from the list of people to worry about.

Yoomin pressed and held Jaejun’s contact to delete it.

An icon asking whether to delete it appeared.

“…”

She hesitated.

Even though they wouldn’t see each other again, it felt like she was truly erasing from her life the senior who had treated her more warmly than anyone else in the past.

But…

She gritted her teeth and pressed the delete button.

So that when she found herself in shocking or difficult situations again.

Her subconscious wouldn’t reach out to him.

That was the courtesy toward the object of a twenty-year-old’s innocent crush, someone she didn’t want to show any more ugly sides to.

After finishing the deletion, she felt both heavy-hearted and relieved at the same time.

“Now it’s all done.”

Now she just needed to think about how to deal with Yoomin’s family.

Should she avoid going to Yoomin’s family home for a few days?

“No.”

After about three days, Grandfather would definitely use his business contacts to find her.

It was always like that.

Every time she ran away, they would inevitably find her within a week at the shortest, or a month at the longest.

What should I do? How should I handle this?

While thinking of ways to safely escape from Yoomin’s family home, she suddenly remembered something.

“That’s right.”

She hurriedly went into her phone’s memo app.

“Did it save properly?”

[010-4848-XXXX]

When she had run away after meeting Jaejun earlier, she had hastily entered the moneylender’s number she had memorized into her memo app.

She had momentarily worried about what would happen if she hadn’t pressed the save button, but fortunately it was saved properly.

“Unsecured loans are hard to get, so how precious this is. I should contact here first-“

That was the moment.

“Yoomin!”

Someone called out to Yoomin.

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