Unrequited Love Obsession Diary - Chapter 2

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Episode 2

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Two days later, Classroom 301 in the Business Administration Building.

Yeon-jae was alone in the empty classroom.

She searched for her notebook while crawling around on the classroom floor, but it was nowhere to be seen.

Yeon-jae sighed and straightened her knees. Since she had already searched this place once yesterday, the chances of finding the notebook were practically slim. She was just grasping at straws.

She hoped a janitor had found it and thrown it away. But even if it was found, wouldn’t it have been processed as lost property rather than garbage?

What if the staff member in charge of lost property opened the notebook? What if they saw Dohan’s name written all over it and delivered it to her senior?

A sense of despair settled over Yeon-jae’s face as her thoughts reached that point.

This was truly the biggest crisis situation in Shin Yeon-jae’s life.

As she stood up, holding her aching back, a voice came from behind her.

“What are you doing?”

Yeon-jae reflexively turned her head and recognized the object in his hand before she could even identify who he was.

“Are you looking for this?”

It was Kang Hyeon-o.

And in Hyeonoh’s hand was Yeon-jae’s black notebook.

“Oh, yes!”

Hyeonoh waved the notebook in his hand back and forth.

Yeon-jae ran up the classroom steps. When she tried to snatch the notebook from Hyeonoh’s hand, he raised the hand holding the notebook high up.

Yeon-jae wasn’t particularly short, but when Hyeonoh, who was even taller than Dohan, raised his hand up, no matter how much she stood on her tiptoes, it wasn’t enough to grab the notebook.

“Please give it to me! It’s mine!”

When Yeon-jae gave up trying to snatch the notebook and glared at Hyeonoh, he smiled for some reason, lowered his hand, handed the notebook to Yeon-jae, and asked.

“Are you really Lee Do-han’s stalker?”

Stalker.

She had heard it from behind before, but this was the first time hearing it face to face.

Yeon-jae tried to ignore those words and quickly snatched the notebook. Her fingertips holding the notebook trembled slightly. She was trying to act calm, but her heart was beating fast.

After hurriedly putting the notebook in the deepest part of her bag, Yeon-jae asked back brazenly.

“Excuse me, why are you looking at other people’s things?”

“Sorry, but the notebook was lying open on the floor.”

Compared to his sharp question, a loose answer that didn’t even break even came back.

“I picked it up, so at least only I saw it. You should be grateful.”

Hyeonoh’s voice carried laughter, as if something was so amusing.

Yeon-jae was about to glare at him more but quickly gave up. Yeon-jae had something to feel guilty about too.

It would have been better if only information about Dohan alone was written in it. The notebook also contained detailed records about the people around Dohan.

The person who occupied the largest share among them was the guy right in front of Yeon-jae now, Kang Hyeon-o.

Please, I hope he didn’t see that part…

“My name was written in there too?”

Damn it. Yeon-jae’s wish was completely shattered by that one sentence.

“I had quite a significant role, didn’t I? Maybe supporting lead level?”

It sounded like a question, but it was confusing whether he was really asking. It also sounded like he was just being sarcastic.

“Th-that is… I was…”

Yeon-jae tried to make any excuse.

But students came flooding in and the conversation was cut off inconclusively.

In the confusion, Hyeonoh casually put down the textbook he had brought and placed it on the seat next to Yeon-jae, saying.

“Is this your seat? I’m sitting next to you.”

“What?”

She ended up giving him the seat next to her without thinking. Yeon-jae also sat down, feeling bewildered.

Dohan, who entered the classroom at a similar time, looked surprised when he saw Hyeonoh.

“What brings you here?”

“Just felt like coming a bit early.”

“Well, if you’re late one more time, you’ll get an F.”

Instead of answering, Hyeonoh just shrugged his shoulders.

Only then did Dohan’s gaze naturally turn to Yeon-jae, who was sitting next to Hyeonoh.

Yeon-jae felt embarrassed and quickly lowered her head. But Dohan didn’t mention her. He just glanced at her briefly.

The professor came in and class began. Today too, Hyeonoh listened to the class with good concentration.

In a world where everyone takes notes on tablet PCs, he even took his own notes with a pen.

Yeon-jae was also trying to forget the commotion just before class and focus on the lesson.

Hyeonoh slid his textbook into Yeon-jae’s field of vision. There was writing on the corner where page number 178 was written.

『Wanna eat later?』

It was handwriting that was difficult to understand. After staring at it for a while, Yeon-jae finally wrote a reply below it.

『?』

Then Hyeonoh wrote again in large, clear letters.

『Meal later?』

She didn’t know what to write there, so she just stared at the blank space. Then Hyeonoh tapped the corner of the textbook with his index finger.

When Yeon-jae didn’t show any particular reaction, he personally picked up the pen and wrote one word.

『Notebook』

Haaa.

Finally, Yeon-jae sighed loudly enough for everyone to hear. All the people sitting in front, behind, and beside her glanced over. And from far away, Dohan also looked at the two of them.

Yeon-jae quickly lowered her head. And quickly drew a circle below it.

『O』

After that, she couldn’t concentrate on the class at all. Yeon-jae was consumed with worry.

What if Hyeonoh told Dohan about the notebook?

No, what if he already told him?

Just imagining it made her feel troubled, and she spent the entire class pulling at her innocent hair.

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After class ended.

Yeon-jae closed her textbook, which was practically blank, and put it in her bag.

Meanwhile, Hyeonoh was waiting for Yeon-jae to pack her bag, holding only his textbook.

He had such a cheerful expression, as if eating was so wonderful. Yeon-jae shouldered her bag and asked without even looking at Hyeonoh.

“What would you like to eat?”

Then Dohan approached Hyeonoh. Yeon-jae held her breath and stepped back.

“Kang Hyeon-o, want to go to the School Cafe?”

“No.”

Saying that, Hyeonoh pointed toward Yeon-jae with his thumb.

“I’m going to eat with her. Speaking of her, oh, but what’s your name?”

“Shin Yeon-jae.”

“What’s your major?”

“…Korean Literature. Business is my double major.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-two.”

Yeon-jae found herself answering readily, even though she didn’t understand why she was responding to his rapid-fire questions.

Only Dohan, who didn’t know what was going on, looked back and forth between Hyeonoh and Yeon-jae with a confused expression.

“There you have it. This is Shin Yeon-jae, twenty-two years old, Korean Literature major. Oh, and Business is her double major.”

Suddenly, Yeon-jae had introduced herself to Dohan in a way she had never once imagined.

Dohan still looked completely bewildered. He hesitated as if he wanted to say something more, then ended the awkward conversation with a light chuckle.

“Well, I’m going. See you later.”

“Yeah, see you.”

In the classroom after Dohan left, only Hyeonoh and Yeon-jae remained.

Yeon-jae was dumbfounded.

She had unexpectedly achieved one goal: making Dohan aware of her existence.

While she knew enough about Dohan to fill an entire notebook, he knew nothing about her. Except for what Kwak Seong-hyeon had said about her being a creepy stalker.

…She would have liked to just be happy about making Dohan somewhat aware of her existence and leave it at that, but Yeon-jae still had a problem to resolve.

The very person who was both the culprit and benefactor of all this.

Yeon-jae looked up at Hyeonoh.

Even though this wasn’t his own home, he casually slipped his hand under his t-shirt to scratch his stomach.

Despite looking like someone who would find everything bothersome, he must work out because she could see fairly defined muscle lines through his t-shirt.

Next, Yeon-jae noticed Hyeonoh’s disheveled hair that looked like a bird’s nest.

Everyone who attended the same class would know that he wasn’t the type of diligent person to arrive 30 minutes early for first period.

Could he have gotten up early because of the notebook? If so, that would be absolutely ridiculous.

“What are you looking at? Did you pack all your stuff?”

So, no, why. What exactly do you want to say to me?

“Yes. Um, what did you want to eat?”

“Sundae soup?”

“You had that two days ago too.”

Yeon-jae answered without thinking and then realized her mistake.

“How do you know that?”

“I heard you talking about it with Dohan sunbae.”

Hyeonoh’s eyes narrowed as he asked.

“Are you really a stalker?”

“Yes. Didn’t you already know that when you said it?”

Yeon-jae decided to just be shameless about it. With everything already exposed, there was nothing left to be embarrassed about.

“Haha, you’re really funny.”

She had no idea what he found so amusing. Before she knew it, Hyeonoh was laughing so hard that his eyes were watering.

Meanwhile, students for the next class began gathering in the classroom one by one.

In the end, the two of them left without even deciding on a destination.

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She crossed the vast campus alone with Hyeonoh. Not knowing where they were going, she just followed wherever he walked.

She figured it would probably be a sundae soup restaurant. But he seemed to have no plan either, as he stopped dead in his tracks as soon as they left the school’s main gate.

Then he asked.

“Stalker, where should we go?”

“Weren’t we going to eat sundae soup?”

“Oh, right?”

Hyeonoh started walking again. Yeon-jae followed behind without much thought.

The restaurant was not far from the main gate. It seemed newly opened, with flower wreaths and lucky bamboo plants on both sides of the entrance.

The late cold snap of early March was fierce. As soon as they entered the heated interior, her glasses fogged up.

Yeon-jae took off her glasses as soon as she sat down. When she put them back on after wiping them, Hyeonoh was staring intently at her.

“…What, what is it?”

“You’re really in full disguise mode.”

“What? I didn’t hear you.”

Instead of answering, Hyeonoh ordered two bowls of sundae soup. Only then did he ask for Yeon-jae’s opinion, as if he had just remembered.

“Stalker, but do you eat sundae?”

“No.”

“Hey. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You didn’t ask.”

“Then stalker, should we go somewhere else?”

“Ah, it’s fine. I’ll just eat it.”

“That doesn’t make sense. Then do you eat bone hangover soup, stalker?”

“I do. But could you please stop calling me stalker?”

“Ma’am, please change one of the sundae soups to bone hangover soup.”

Hyeonoh easily ignored Yeon-jae’s words, and Yeon-jae sighed softly as she set down her spoon.

The sundae soup came out quickly and Hyeonoh ate it well. Yeon-jae, who had no appetite, just stirred the broth of her bone hangover soup. Eventually, she put down her spoon before even finishing half a bowl of rice.

Then Hyeonoh glanced at Yeon-jae and asked.

“Stalker, want a bottle of soju?”

“Are you crazy?”

Even though they were sitting cross-legged in a soup restaurant early in the morning, it was still only 11 o’clock.

As she looked at him pathetically, Hyeonoh added a word in an explanatory tone.

“You look really troubled.”

“And whose fault do you think that is?”

“Usually when alcohol goes in, half your worries disappear.”

“Don’t talk like an alcoholic.”

“Hey. I’m serious.”

“Sure. You drink plenty.”

Then Hyeonoh lifted his head to look at Yeon-jae and asked back.

“You? You?”

“Yeah. You.”

“You know I’m the same age as Dohan, right? That I’m two whole years older than you.”

Hyeonoh was more of a stickler than he looked. Yeon-jae corrected her form of address before he could find more fault.

“Fine, mister.”

Hyeonoh looked flabbergasted.

“…So what is it that you want from me?”

“What I want?”

“Yes. There must be a reason you’re doing this.”

With a smile on his face, Hyeonoh opened his mouth.

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