Do-hwa touched his swollen lips and stained collar after coming out of the restroom.
Perhaps it wasn’t the broth but the meat inside it that was the issue? In fact, Do-hwa had a pork allergy when he was young. It had disappeared as he grew up, but the symptoms now seemed similar to those back then. Could it be a recurrence? He thought he should observe the situation and consider visiting the hospital later.
It was time to gradually return home. Min-jun, who had changed into different clothes, suggested having a meal. His manners were so polite and affectionate that it was hard to refuse.
As he exited the bedroom, a spacious living room and kitchen came into view. There were also several more rooms, as visible from the doors. Through the balcony window, the cityscape beyond caught his eye.
‘Wow! You can see Namsan Tower from here. It’s incredibly high. Is this your apartment?’
‘It’s just an ordinary officetel.’
However, from Do-hwa’s perspective, it felt like a space where chaebols from a drama would stay. So, his mouth stayed open, but he forcibly closed it and entered the kitchen. After finishing the meal, which included the dried pollack hangover soup that Min-jun personally boiled, mixed-grain rice, and various side dishes, he even had dessert.
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As they were engrossed in conversation, evening arrived. Do-hwa expressed his intention to leave, mentioning that he had a lecture at 9 a.m. the next day. In response, Min-jun offered to drive him home in his own car.
Upon reaching the parking lot, a black car caught his eye. The exact model was uncertain, but it seemed to be a type of supercar. Do-hwa consequently felt a bit overwhelmed.
‘You can take the subway.’
‘No, it’s okay. I have something to attend to, so I need to go out.’
Min-jun showed courtesy by opening the passenger seat door and gesturing for Do-hwa to get in. Do-hwa reluctantly got on. Various shops passed by outside the window. Among them, the barbecue restaurant where Do-hwa had dinner with Min-jun yesterday caught his eye. Do-hwa realized this and lightly clapped his hands in surprise.
‘Oh! Right. Who paid for the beef soup yesterday?’
‘I did.’
‘Ah… I said I would treat you, but I caused trouble. I’m sorry. How much was it? I’ll transfer the money.’
‘It’s okay. It wasn’t expensive. Really.’
‘Still, I said I would pay…’
‘Then, next time, seonbae, please treat me to a meal.’
‘Of course! I’ll treat you generously.’
In response to Do-hwa’s answer, Min-jun gave his characteristic eye smile. It was a beauty that exuded a glamorous grace. Do-hwa turned his head away, feeling like his heart would burst if he continued to gaze at him. The attention that had been focused on Min-jun shifted to the interior of the car. It was the first time Do-hwa had ever been in such a luxurious car since birth.
According to his classmates, Min-jun usually took the subway or bus. Moreover, his clothing and backpack were from mid-range brands, and he appeared ordinary. However, looking at him now, even if he were covered from head to toe in luxury, it wouldn’t seem strange. It felt like he was hiding something.
Tall, handsome, and with a good personality, combined with the possibility of being a chaebol, the thought that school might be turned upside down crossed Do-hwa’s mind. However, Do-hwa, who disliked casually spreading others’ stories, did not disclose the fact that he had been to Min-jun’s house. There was no need to mention it.
After that day, Do-hwa found himself spending more time with Min-jun. They bumped into each other at the library or during lectures when their schedules coincided, and occasionally they had lunch together. Although Do-hwa insisted on buying the meal, Min-jun often postponed it to the weekend and continued treating Do-hwa to lunch. Their involvement in club activities went without saying. Min-jun even applied for volunteer activities that Do-hwa participated in and accompanied him. This continued into the summer vacation and persisted into the second semester.
Min-jun was initially very considerate. It seemed like Western manners were ingrained in him, and his speech was exceptionally refined. Although he occasionally showed excessive affection, which could be awkward, he was a kind hubae.
However, even after half a year had passed, Do-hwa hadn’t been able to treat Min-jun to a meal. The situation consequently continued where they met because Do-hwa felt the need to reciprocate by buying a meal. Despite this, Do-hwa tried to maintain an appropriate distance from Min-jun. Considering the difference in grades and living in different worlds, he believed they shouldn’t become too close.
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With a clear conscience, Do-hwa looked at Min-jun with tension. Min-jun, stroking his chin, silently examined Do-hwa’s face. His gaze was not gentle; it seemed as if he was dissecting and unraveling everything about Do-hwa.
“Seonbae, do you really not remember that we used to date?”
“Yes…”
Do-hwa answered nervously. Then Min-jun gently caressed Do-hwa’s cheek again. A warm sensation was felt. Do-hwa wanted to pull away, but he had to endure it, fearing that he might face something more intense than the kiss he had just received.
Do-hwa was pretending to have amnesia, and he couldn’t comprehend what this unexpected development was. However, once he witnessed Cha Min-jun’s true self, Do-hwa had no choice.
The beginning of it all was the year-end gathering of the club that took place last night.
So he’s letting him go for half a year
Pork allergy -_- riiii~ght, they say ignorance is a blessing….
Ohohoho! 👀
He’s moving like a stalker