Unrequited Love Obsession Diary - Chapter 9

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Episode 9

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Yeon-jae went straight back home and lay on her bed, watching YouTube to drive away stray thoughts.

Later, feeling hungry, she put water on to boil for ramen when she suddenly remembered that she had left the restaurant without paying for the soup.

It was better not to leave unnecessary debts. But it had already been well over an hour since she left the restaurant, and even if she went back now, Hyeonoh would have already left the restaurant too.

‘Let’s not think about it anymore.’

She placed the pot of fully cooked ramen on the dining table. However, as soon as she picked up her chopsticks, her appetite completely disappeared.

Last night’s hangover was still lingering. Her stomach was churning, making it difficult to eat. Just as she was about to get up and throw it away as food waste.

A message notification appeared, covering the top part of the screen. It was a phone number she hadn’t saved yet but had become familiar with.

It was Hyeonoh.

Yeon-jae skimmed through the truncated message content with her eyes.

This letter first started in England and in one year…

What?

Even just the preview was absurd.

‘That guy has absolutely no serious side to him.’

There seemed to be no need to check further. Yeon-jae swiped the preview upward with her index finger.

Then she got up and did the dishes, gathering the morning’s dirty dishes along with the ramen pot and utensils she had just used.

Next, she was about to do some housework and collected the laundry when she discovered a t-shirt with dried vomit on it. It was what she wore yesterday… wait.

Yesterday?

‘Did I throw up?’

Only then did she remember what her mother had said when she woke up this morning.

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

The reason she had first called Hyeonoh this morning was also to find out what had happened the night before.

But before she could even ask whose back she had been carried home on, Hyeonoh brought up the kissing sound, causing Yeon-jae to lose all her other curiosities.

Belatedly, what Hyeonoh had said at the restaurant came back to her in a chain of memories.

“I couldn’t make Dohan take care of a drunk girl, so I put you in a taxi and sent you home. There were some incidents… anyway.”

He said there were incidents.

What if Hyeonoh really did carry her home on his back, and she even threw up on his clothes in the process?

‘This is crazy.’

But a few hours ago, instead of apologizing and saying she was sorry, she had unreasonably gotten angry at Hyeonoh.

She had even stormed out without thinking to hear more of the story.

It was like saving someone dying on the street, only to have them sue you for stealing their wallet just because you made one joke.

Yeon-jae immediately called her mother. In one hand, she was still holding the vomit-stained t-shirt.

“Mom. You said I came home yesterday carried on some man’s back?”

Yeon-jae said abruptly as soon as her mother answered the phone.

-Mom’s driving right now. Almost home. Hanging up.

Her mother gave an irrelevant answer as if she were texting rather than talking on the phone.

“No. But please just answer this one thing.”

-What.

“I’m asking what man carried me home on his back.”

-That’s what I said. I already told you everything this morning.

“No, I mean what kind of man?”

-A handsome young man, I told you. Do I need to note down his features and how handsome he was?

“No. But still, like his general appearance. His height. Hair color. Whether he had double eyelids.”

-Why. Oh my. Are you two-timing or something? Wasn’t our daughter single? Something like that? Oh my, oh my, oh my.

Her mother, who had only been giving vague answers, now only said nonsensical things (partially true).

“Oh, Mom, what are you saying. Never mind. I’m hanging up.”

Realizing that getting useful information from her mother would require much more back-and-forth, Yeon-jae just hung up the phone.

Then she made her next call. The ringtone didn’t last long.

-The sinner has answered the phone.

Making two phone calls to the same person in one day.

Considering that before delivery apps appeared, she wouldn’t even order delivery because she hated making phone calls, this was incredibly surprising.

“The person who brought me home yesterday, was it really you?”

-Yes.

“This isn’t a lie, right.”

-Yeah.

Hyeonoh answered, switching between formal and informal speech.

He was only answering the questions asked, but he seemed unusually polite compared to usual.

Borrowing from that politeness, Yeon-jae asked the question she most wanted to ask.

“Did I throw up?”

-Yeah.

An immediate answer that came back without a moment’s hesitation.

This wasn’t surprising.

If it hadn’t been her own vomit, there wouldn’t be a vomit-stained t-shirt lying around the house.

“Did I throw up on you too?”

-No.

“But I saw a t-shirt with vomit on it.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment.

-Do you really want to know?

After a while, Hyeonoh asked a question. Judging by the nuance of the question, it seemed the situation she had been worried about had indeed occurred.

Yeon-jae thought for a moment.

Maybe it would be better not to know the truth?

“No. I mean, yes.”

But the answer came out before she could organize her thoughts.

-Do you want to know or not.

“I’m curious. Please tell me honestly.”

-You threw up.

Damn.

-You threw up in the taxi too. You were completely unconscious, so when I carried you on my back, you got vomit on my t-shirt too. Don’t even get me started. It was a complete mess.

When she asked him to be honest, Hyeonoh really was honest.

But seeing how he hadn’t said anything until Yeon-jae asked, it seemed he hadn’t intended to bring it up.

“Oh, what should I do. I’m really sorry.”

Yeon-jae held her phone and kept apologizing as if Hyeonoh were right in front of her.

-Hey. It’s okay. College students can get blackout drunk once in a while.

But the response that came back was as indifferent as usual. Not just saying it to be polite, but as if all of this really wasn’t a big deal.

-Compared to other guys who act up when they’re drunk, you’re a saint.

“No. I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry, really, truly.”

-Ah. But you should be more careful about getting wasted in front of men from now on. You know? It’s not that you did anything wrong, but there are too many trashy guys in the world these days…

“I’m sorry. How can I compensate you? I’m so sorry. Really.”

But Hyeonoh’s attitude only doubled Yeon-jae’s guilt, and now her head was on the verge of being buried completely in the ground.

“I’ll pay for dry cleaning. How much was the taxi fare? It must have been a lot with the late-night surcharge.”

-I said it’s fine.

“Ah. Please. I really can’t live just receiving like this.”

-Try getting used to receiving things too.

Hyeonoh cleverly turned around the implication that he hadn’t received much either.

It’s okay. No need. I don’t need it. I said it’s fine.

Yeon-jae held onto Hyeonoh, who was refusing in various versions, and continued pleading to let her compensate him somehow.

Eventually, Hyeonoh was the first to surrender.

-If you insist, buy me a meal later.

“That’s enough? Ah, then let’s have a meal next time. Something ridiculously expensive. For sure.”

-Sure.

It was when she was thinking that the ending of the call seemed somehow reversed.

Hyeonoh started with “Oh, right.”

-Don’t skip class tomorrow.

Right. After taking the entire day off on her own, she had lost track of time.

Moreover, tomorrow’s class was one that Dohan also attended.

‘I absolutely can’t skip it.’

Yeon-jae, recharged with determination, clenched her fist and resolved.

-Lee Do-han didn’t see you being stubborn, so don’t worry.

As if reading her thoughts, he added one more comment.

Somehow she felt like Hyeonoh had seen through a considerable part of her.

Indeed, Yeon-jae was the type of person who would willingly skip class out of fear of seeing Dohan tomorrow.

The call ended there. Her phone had gotten hot.

The sound of the washing machine still drifted over from the balcony, and the sky visible outside the window had become evening.

Only then did she feel like checking her message box again.

When she clicked on the only unread message in her message box, the full content of the message she had pretended not to know appeared.

This letter first started in England and has brought luck to recipients as it travels around once a year, and now this letter that has been passed to you contains an apology directed at you.

I overlooked the fact that a thoughtless joke could kill a frog.

There was absolutely no malice.

But I know that having no malice cannot be an excuse.

I sincerely ask for forgiveness.

I’m sorry.

I will make sure this never happens again.

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