Unrequited Love Obsession Diary - Chapter 7

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Episode 7

“I guess I just have a common face. Haha, ha….”

Yeon-jae hurriedly answered.

“Yeon-jae? No way.”

Fortunately, no further meaningful conversation followed, and Yeon-jae, whose tension had finally eased, downed the soju glass in front of her in one gulp.

After that, whenever Hyeonoh disappeared to smoke, Dohan and Yeon-jae were often left alone together.

“Senior, don’t you smoke?”

“No. Do you?”

“Me neither.”

Once the conversation broke off, an awkward atmosphere immediately settled around them.

What on earth should I do?

The easiest method was just drinking. Yeon-jae kept reaching for her soju glass to dispel the awkwardness. Dohan, who had been watching, casually remarked.

“You really drink well.”

“Haha. Do I?”

“Yeon-jae, why did you choose Korean Literature?”

I chose the university to follow my senior, and Korean Literature was the safest department I could apply to with my grades.

She couldn’t say that. Yeon-jae picked a harmless lie.

“Books. Because I like books.”

In reality, Yeon-jae’s reading list hadn’t progressed a single step beyond the comic book world literature collection her mother had bought her as a child.

“What about you, Senior? Why did you choose Business Administration?”

Yeon-jae racked her brain trying to find a way to continue the conversation, then recycled the same question Dohan had asked her.

“Business Administration?”

“Yes.”

Dohan gave a hearty laugh and answered.

“It’s safe, isn’t it.”

That was an answer that completely missed Yeon-jae’s expectations. She wasn’t disappointed, but it fell short of her hopes.

‘How unexpected.’

When people called business administration the flower of liberal arts, she learned that most people chose the business department for that very safety.

Even so, she had thought that Senior Dohan would have some grand purpose beyond mere safety.

After that, no more memorable conversations took place.

Yeon-jae just kept emptying her glass repeatedly, and as if following a predictable sequence, ended up drinking too much.

* * *

An hour later.

Yeon-jae’s steps were unsteady as she left the grilled eel restaurant.

“Oh my. Look at this girl.”

Hyeonoh said as he caught Yeon-jae who was about to fall.

“Did we drink too much?”

Dohan asked with a troubled expression.

“No. She probably drank about two bottles by herself.”

Hyeonoh responded indifferently.

“But what’s the relationship between you two?”

Then Dohan suddenly asked.

“You suddenly said you’d introduce a new friend you’d recently made, but I never dreamed that friend would be a girl. I had no idea she was a junior either.”

“Relationship? She’s just someone I know.”

“Really? For just that, you two seemed pretty close?”

“Ah. It’s just that the kid is funny.”

“What is?”

“No, just everything. Don’t you think she’s funny?”

At Hyeonoh’s words, Dohan laughed as if incredulous.

“When you say ‘funny’ in this context, isn’t it usually a synonym for ‘cute’?”

“That’s crazy talk.”

“Not that crazy. Either way, whatever.”

The atmosphere instantly became cold at Hyeonoh’s vehement denial.

Hyeonoh looked down at Yeon-jae, who was still clinging to his hand, and muttered.

“Anyway, two sober men and one drunk woman. The picture doesn’t look good.”

Then Yeon-jae, who they thought was asleep, suddenly straightened up and slapped her cheek.

“I’m not drunk.”

“Look in a mirror before you say that. Your eyes are unfocused.”

“Yeon-jae. Tell me your home address. I’ll put you in a taxi and send you home.”

“I’ll get home by myself.”

Yeon-jae, who primly replied while making a big X with her arms, walked away with her back to the two of them.

Hyeonoh, watching this scene, was a bit dumbfounded.

Is she really completely drunk? Isn’t she an idiot?

Isn’t this exactly an opportunity?

She could have pretended she couldn’t resist the alcohol and asked Dohan to take her home.

From the first time he saw her, Hyeonoh had already known that Shin Yeon-jae was weak.

It showed in the way she dealt with people.

The type who, when misunderstood by others, would remain silent instead of defending herself, thus amplifying the misunderstanding.

Even now was like that.

If she were a cunning girl, instead of writing down Dohan’s every move in her notebook, she would have used her wits to at least pretend to fall in front of Dohan.

Even so, he hadn’t known she would kick away an opportunity like this with her own feet.

After thinking for a while, Hyeonoh suddenly spoke.

“I’ll take her home.”

Those words flowed out without much thought.

Regardless of his intention to help Yeon-jae, Hyeonoh was Dohan’s friend.

He couldn’t ask Dohan, who seemed to have little interest in Yeon-jae, to take on the burden of escorting her home.

When Dohan asked if it was really okay, Hyeonoh waved his hand, telling him to go ahead.

Just then, the display showed that the bus Dohan needed to catch would arrive in one minute at the stop right in front of them.

Dohan ran with his long legs and boarded the bus that was just approaching the stop.

Dohan waved through the bus window.

Hyeonoh also waved back at Dohan, then turned his gaze back to Yeon-jae. Yeon-jae’s head had dropped so low it almost touched the ground.

“Hey. Where do you live?”

When there was no answer, he searched through her coat pockets and found her wallet.

Hyeonoh’s eyes widened briefly as he checked the address of her final registered residence.

“What? You live in the same apartment as Lee Dohan.”

No matter what Hyeonoh muttered about, Yeon-jae now showed no sign of opening her closed eyes.

“Don’t tell me you moved there to follow him home?”

It was an absurd thought.

If someone had enough money to move from Seoul to an apartment because of unrequited love, it would have been faster to court with money like a male protagonist in a Harlequin novel.

Moreover, the date written on the resident registration card issuance was from before Yeon-jae had even become an adult.

Various hypotheses came to mind, but he didn’t feel like indulging in such arbitrary imagination.

Hyeonoh decided not to think about it any deeper. He just memorized the apartment name and closed the wallet.

Then he waved his hand to hail a taxi.

* * *

When she opened her eyes, she was in her own bed.

Yesterday, I definitely remember joining Dohan and Hyeonoh’s drinking session.

But that’s where my memory ends.

I only had a vague awareness that I had drunk too much, but I couldn’t recall how I left the bar and got home. Only then did Yeon-jae realize.

Blacking out isn’t just a figure of speech. You really do black out…

‘Well, you’d have to experience it to know.’

Yeon-jae had skipped every drinking gathering after the freshman welcome party, which was her first and last. She had no experience with blacking out, let alone knowing her own drinking limit.

‘Ugh… It feels like my brain is ringing. I need to sleep a little more.’

Just as she was about to close her eyes again, the door burst open.

“My goodness, what a sight, what a sight.”

It was her mom, dressed in outdoor clothes as if preparing to go to work.

Her mom came right up to Yeon-jae’s face and clicked her tongue. Just as Yeon-jae was wondering why she was making such a fuss, her mom added another comment.

“What kind of grown young lady comes home on a man’s back?”

What?

Yeon-jae’s eyes, which had been struggling to open properly, suddenly snapped wide open.

Hurriedly sitting up, Yeon-jae fumbled around her bedside looking for her glasses first. As soon as she put them on, she asked.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Some boy knocked on the door around midnight, so I opened it to find you completely unconscious. Oh my. Don’t even get me started. You weren’t answering your phone either. I was about to call the police.”

“Me?”

“Yes. Anyway, I made bean sprout soup this morning, so have some to cure your hangover. Really now. Here I am making hangover soup for my twenty-two-year-old daughter. Honestly. That boy was quite polite though? And so handsome too. I thought he was some celebrity.”

Then she closed the door again and left. Soon, the sound of the entrance door closing could be heard from beyond the room door.

Even then, Yeon-jae was just blinking her eyes.

A man’s back?

A man?!

The only men who could have carried her home were either Dohan or Hyeonoh.

Whichever of the two it was, the fact remained that she was screwed.

She fumbled through the blankets looking for her phone, but it had fallen far away on the floor.

Moreover, her first experience with heavy drinking outside came with a splitting hangover. It felt like someone was poking her brain with needles.

She barely managed to throw off the blankets, get up, and pick up her phone.

Hey

??

Did I cause trouble yesterday??

A reply came immediately.

Ha don’t even get me started

Really?

The content of the following message was hard to believe even with both eyes wide open.

First, do you remember kissing Lee Do-han when you were drunk?

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