There Are Four Top Idol Uncles - Chapter 172

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Special Side Story Episode 1
Seoha and Yusong Side Story – How I Met Your Mother
A leisurely weekend afternoon.
Yusong was fulfilling his greatest dream born from meeting Yewon: cooking jjajangmyeon ramen together on a Sunday and sitting on the sofa watching a drama starring Yewon.
As I gazed down at my daughter’s perfectly round head, thinking to myself that this—this was true happiness.
“By the way, Dad.”
“!”
Yewon suddenly lifted her head and looked at Yusong.
“Yes?”
Every time I heard the word “Dad,” my heart would flutter with warmth, and I nodded in response.
“How did you and Mom meet?”
“…!”
Meeting Yewon’s curious, sparkling eyes, I felt cold sweat trickling down my spine.
…That story is… rated PG-12….
‘Seoha. Can I tell her this…?’
It seemed like it would be rather suggestive for a daughter who was only eight years old, and I was at a loss.
“Is it a secret?”
When I couldn’t open my mouth, Yewon, growing more curious, tilted her head and asked once more.
“It’s not a secret.”
“Then tell me!”
Looking at my daughter’s sparkling eyes, I pressed my trembling chest with my hand.
Regardless of anything else, when it came to the subject of ‘Seoha,’ both of us had tacitly agreed never to bring it up.
Especially Yewon was even more so.
Whenever I occasionally tried to broach the subject out of curiosity about how Seoha and Yewon were getting along, Yewon would roll her eyes slightly and dodge the conversation with, “We’ll talk about that when we’re closer!”
But the fact that she was bringing up Seoha first like this….
‘Could it be that we’ve become a little closer…?’
I carefully raised my hand and gently tapped my daughter’s nose, which resembled Seoha’s so much.
“Then if Dad tells you… can you also tell me how you and Mom have been getting along?”
“Hmm.”
Yewon furrowed her brows in thought.
The reason Yewon hadn’t told Yusong about her mother was actually….
‘…Mom and I went through so much… Dad would be so incredibly sad if he found out.’
In truth, all of Yewon’s memories were nothing but happy ones, but she was well aware that they might look pitiful to others.
Moreover, though it hadn’t been that long since she’d known Yusong, Yewon had come to realize that he was a very vulnerable person when it came to her and her mother.
If I told him our story… he’d only cry.
Would that be okay?
After deliberating, Yewon nodded.
“Yes!”
I’ll just tell him the good memories, that’s all!
“Alright then….”
Yusong recalled his first meeting with Seoha.
There was no need to search his memory.
The moment I closed my eyes, the scene materialized instantly.
Every single day.
I had relived that moment again and again.
* * *
The year I first met Seoha.
Yusong had just completed his military service and was pursuing an MBA.
It wasn’t as though I had left for studies abroad with any particular aspirations.
Yusong was growing weary of the shackles that came with power in the Haion Group, and he had come to realize that escaping them meant leaving Korea.
Thus began my studies abroad, undertaken with such casual indifference.
Attending lectures by day, dragged to countless parties by night to build networks—a thoroughly mundane overseas experience.
Yusong found it all tedious.
Since my studies were funded by the family, I felt obligated to attend these gatherings dutifully, believing they would benefit the household.
Yet I had never once found enjoyment in such occasions.
Not until I met her.
“What are you looking at?”
Korean—the first time I’d heard it in so long, in this foreign land, and it was “What are you looking at?”
Yusong let out an involuntary laugh.
“…I was looking in your direction.”
In the Bar Alley, where I’d been reluctantly dragged, Yusong encountered a woman of unmistakable coldness.
A beautiful woman in plain, unadorned attire, leaning against the wall with her knees drawn up, sitting alone.
That was Yusong’s first impression of Seoha.
“Is that so? Then wouldn’t it be better to look somewhere else?”
Since leaving for his studies abroad, Yusong had avoided Korean people.
Because Haion wielded such tremendous influence in Korea, everyone approached him with expectations of his backing.
So the moment I saw her, I instinctively thought “Korean” and furrowed my brow, thinking I should keep my distance.
But to this woman, it must have appeared as something else entirely.
She was telling me outright to stop paying attention, so I should oblige her…
Yusong turned his body and pulled out a cigarette, as originally planned.
“Why smoke all the way out here? Why not just smoke on the Patio like everyone else?”
“Are you always this aggressive?”
“Look at me.”
Just moments ago she’d told me not to look, to turn my eyes away.
Thinking her capricious, Yusong obediently looked at her.
Then the woman lifted her long hair, revealing the bruises on her neck.
“….”
At the sight that stirred an inexplicable anger within him, Yusong’s face contorted.
“Do you understand now?”
The woman asked in a tone somewhat gentler than before.
“…It’s dangerous for a woman to be alone in a place like this.”
At his words, the woman—Seoha—produced a small canister of pepper spray.
“That’s why I got this.”
“….”
Yusong observed her delicate wrist gripping the pepper spray.
The fragility of it drew an involuntary sigh from him.
“Did an acquaintance suggest that?”
“What do you mean?”
At her question, Yusong tapped his neck.
“Ah. This. No. A customer said it.”
“A customer?”
“Aren’t you a customer here at the bar? A customer here said it.”
“Today?”
“Yeah. So could you let me be alone for a bit?”
Yusong looked down at Seoha, who still had her guard up.
“Is that customer still here?”
“I don’t know. The Owner said he’d throw him out, but the guy’s got a lot of pull.”
A customer touched a woman and the Owner doesn’t kick him out? What kind of Owner operates like that?
At the incomprehension flickering in Yusong’s eyes, Seoha let out a small laugh.
“He’s the president of the most influential male undergraduate circle at this university.”
“…What does he look like?”
“Pardon?”
“His appearance.”
Wondering if perhaps she was an overseas Korean unfamiliar with difficult vocabulary, Yusong repeated himself kindly.
“Why are you asking that?”
“Or do you know his name?”
“Why are you asking that?”
If someone was that famous, everyone would know about him.
Yusong instinctively sensed it would be faster to find out himself than to wait for her answer.
So without hesitation, he turned and re-entered the bar he’d just exited.
“Hey. Listen! Hey!”
Ignoring her calls from behind, he stepped inside and surveyed the bar packed with people.
Seoha pursued him, but the crowded bar slowed her progress.
With a frame as thin as paper like hers.
Yusong glanced back once at the woman following him, then sighed again and posed several questions to the acquaintance who’d brought him to this place.
And he found his answer.
The acquaintance asked, “Why are you going after an undergrad? More importantly, why that trash?” but Yusong didn’t answer anything and went straight for him.
And.
Before that bastard could even open his mouth, Yusong drove his fist into his face.
* * *
“….”
Yewon listened to Yusong’s story, her thoughts crystallizing with sudden clarity.
So this is just who he’s always been…!
* * *
In any case.
The moment Yusong threw a punch at Sean Claude—that trash of a human being—he crumpled instantly, and the other Male Undergraduate Circle members beside him hurled themselves at Yusong.
But as it happened, the Social Club that had brought Yusong here was none other than the Judo Club itself….
They were taken aback at first, seeing Sean Claude—the university’s infamous trash—and the newcomer who’d just punched him, but—
“Maybe it’s time someone learned that you don’t lay hands on women.”
—the moment they heard those words from the newcomer, they broke into broad grins and joined the fray with genuine delight.
In an instant, the Bar transformed into a full-scale brawl between the Judo Club and the Male Undergraduate Circle.
In the chaos of it all.
Seoha finally managed to catch up to Yusong.
Of course, by then it was far too late.
“Are you completely insane? Aren’t you an international student? If an international student causes trouble, you get deported on the spot!”
“Are you?”
“What?”
“Are you an international student?”
At Yusong’s question, Seoha lost all desire to continue the conversation with this Crazy Guy.
Instead.
“!”
She simply grabbed his wrist and bolted from the Bar, running without direction or purpose.
She threw open the door of a dilapidated car parked in the alley, shoved Yusong inside, and immediately took off.
With no destination in mind.
That was how their first meeting began.

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