Can Love Be Transferred Too? 53

#53

[Today’s Can Love Be Transferred Too? one-line summary: Yoo Sanho is delicious and Russian-style cake is kind.]

└ The zombies were just used for their romance

└ Just zombies? The swimming pool too… the traffic lights too… the cappuccino too… the cake too…

[ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Han Jiwon’s meme will really circulate forever “You really can’t see us at all, can you?”…]

[Jin Woohyeon pretends he can’t swim? What, even fox-like behavior should have some context for us to pretend to be fooled ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Hey dude!!!!!!!!!!!! ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ]

└ Huh? Why? Is Woohyeon good at swimming?

└└ He was probably a fish in his past life. He debuted in web dramas as a supporting swimmer role, what the ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

└ Woohyeon, you really will do anything for the sake of flirting… It’s truly touching…

[I think I’m going to go crazy from laughing at the Can Love Be Transferred Too? dinner table without Sanho as much as Sanho’s date]

└ Bae Taeseong is usually quiet, so why does he keep coming into the kitchen only when Sanho’s not there ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Is he relieving stress!?

└ Fried rice from hell

└ Jeon Yudam’s despair set meal

[(Photo) (Photo) But why does Lee Chan look so unhappy?]

└ Huh? Right? Something about the interview too…

└ This is during the new roommate selection game (video) Even then it was somewhat,,, wasn’t it a bit off? Why is he looking at Yoo Sanho with such scrutinizing eyes?

[Well, Lee Chan would feel strange too, right? Both when fighting with Sanho and normally, he was always emotionally superior and only saw the other person desperately struggling, but suddenly it changed]

└ Hearing it like this, it is like that… And they were childhood friends who knew each other even longer than their 10-year relationship… If someone you thought you knew your whole life and had in the palm of your hand suddenly changed, it would be hard not to care

[But I like that Sanho seems brighter ㅜㅜ They broke up because they weren’t meant to be anyway, and I think both Chan and Sanho should take this opportunity to separate and meet other people… Be happy, kids]

└ 2222 Be happy, Sanho

└└ Excuse me? You’re subtly leaving out one person ㅋㅋ

└ I think the weight of time is really absolute, but I also think time accumulates differently

[Still, the atmosphere was fun until noon, but two consecutive meals without Sanho won’t work… It’s not the food that’s the problem, the atmosphere just gets more and more mysterious… No, I’m not even sitting there but I feel like I’m going to get indigestion ㅅㅂ]

[Bae Taeseong really at the dinner table ㅠ Can’t you stop making that expression like an angry father whose child came home late without contact??????]

└ What’s with that analogy? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

└ No, Han Jiwon is even more of a sight. It’s like he’s about to say “Oh honey, you’re really making a fuss; the kid is all grown up, when was that…” ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

└ How far do your BL filters extend? It’s really funny

[I knew they’d come back after dinner since it’s a benefit date, but surprisingly… surprisingly…]

“They’re late.”

Han Jiwon, who checked the time on his phone, muttered. As if proving his words weren’t an exaggeration, outside the dorm had become endlessly dark.

“That’s right.”

Kim Sehyeong, who was organizing the board game shelf, replied with a worried voice.

“Woohyeon said he’d drive today, I wonder if night driving will be okay.”

“He got his license a long time ago. He said he got used to driving late at night because field work is so unpredictable. By the way, Sehyeong hyung, if you’re going to play Jenga, can you include me too?”

“Want to? It’s better with three people. Yeonwoo is in my room, so you can take this there. But why Jenga? You said it wasn’t fun because you always lose when you play games with Yeonwoo.”

“Being unfun is better than being lonely. I’m sad that my roommate is coming back later than expected.”

Jeon Yudam, who received the Jenga from Kim Sehyeong, started going upstairs but stopped and sighed dramatically.

“Raised like precious gold… ah, I didn’t raise him. Anyway, our Sanho hyung isn’t staying out all night, right?”

Han Jiwon shrugged.

“He probably won’t stay out all night. The dorm rules don’t allow it in the first place.”

“But he’s thiiiiiis late.”

Jeon Yudam’s voice stretched out full of complaint.

“Anyway, I’m going to play with Sehyeong hyung and sleep early. Jiwon hyung, come if you’re bored.”

“Yeah, I will. Sleep well in advance.”

“That means you’re not coming.”

Han Jiwon smiled slightly.

“You know that?”

“It’s obvious when you pretend. I can see everything. Good night!”

“Sleep well, Jiwon hyung.”

“See you both tomorrow.”

After Kim Sehyeong and Jeon Yudam went upstairs chatting together, Han Jiwon turned off the first-floor living room lights. The entire floor became so dark that they had to rely only on the light seeping from the kitchen.

Han Jiwon, who was about to go up to his room, crossed his arms and asked toward the darkness.

“Not sleeping?”

Then the person casting shadows under the sofa answered.

“You go up first.”

“You seem to be in a bad mood?”

“If you know, then leave me alone.”

“What reason is there to be in a bad mood… because they’re later than you thought?”

“Didn’t you just hear me say to leave me alone?”

“Are you jealous because he went out with Woohyeon-ssi, or doesn’t it matter who it is?”

“What reason do I have to answer that to you?”

“Taeseong. Do you like Sanho-ssi?”

“Han Jiwon.”

Bae Taeseong said in a growling voice.

“What’s the reason for continuing to ask questions when you’re holding onto someone who has no intention of answering diligently like an obedient dog?”

“…”

“Stop scratching at people’s insides with content you’re not even curious about.”

“Why do you think I wouldn’t be curious?”

“Because your questions are pretense. They always have been.”

When Bae Taeseong lifted his head, his black pupils glinted dark and cold.

“Your questions, Han Jiwon. Just hearing them makes it feel like you really want to hear the answer, you know? But when I look at your eyes, it’s not that.”

The faint smile on Han Jiwon’s face slowly disappeared.

“You already know the answer. You’re asking while seeing everything. You want confirmation of whether what you thought is right or not.”

“…”

“Yeah, that’s right. I’m in a bad mood. The kids are later than I thought. It bothers me more because it’s Jin Woohyeon and not someone else. I wonder if it’s enough to grandly say I like him, but yeah. I have feelings.”

“…Taeseong.”

“100 points again this time. Are you satisfied?”

“I…”

Han Jiwon tried to smile again by putting strength into the corners of his mouth, but when it didn’t work as he wanted, he irritably rubbed his lips.

“Did you know that you were treating me like grading a test?”

Bae Taeseong tilted his head back and laughed shortly.

“Hey, does it make sense for Bae Taeseong not to know Han Jiwon?”

“…”

“It’s obvious when you pretend. I can see everything.”

Han Jiwon, who hesitated for a moment, lowered his head then raised it while sighing briefly. Soon he answered in a complicated voice.

“…I know it’s an excuse, but I had to ask.”

“Why. Because it might not be 100 points?”

“Because I don’t know before asking. Whether it’s 0 points, 50 points, or 100 points. Even I can’t know everything, and I know that what I thought isn’t all true.”

“…”

“Not all questions in the world can be divided into right and wrong. Whether you know, whether you don’t know, whether you find the question unpleasant… I ask because I’m curious about such things.”

“…”

“If I knew you’d be unpleasant, I would have done it moderately. I would have at least explained exactly what the purpose of my question was. Yeah, I have a bad personality. That’s why I told you to say if you’re unpleasant.”

“You did.”

“But you, why did you say my questions always seemed like pretense… when you answered them diligently all this time?”

Bae Taeseong turned his head back to its original position and muttered while glaring at the darkness.

“Because it didn’t matter. Whether it was pretense, an event, personality defects, or an interview. I had no interest or concern about which category it fell into.”

“…”

“I was an obedient dog who answered everything diligently because I liked that you said anything to me at all.”

Han Jiwon’s brow furrowed sharply. His lips, which had become thin and long like someone who accidentally bit into something very sour, trembled.

He tried to say something but couldn’t. Every word seemed premature, and at the same time, everything seemed too late.

So it was the moment when he was choosing a question, pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth, not knowing whether it was parched dry or painfully swollen.

“Aren’t you going to say ‘I’m back’ as soon as you come in today?”

“The first-floor lights are off. Everyone’s either not here or… there might be someone sleeping in the living room, so quietly— Ahh! You scared me!”

The entrance sensor light flashed on and whispering voices could be heard, then one of the two figures entering the living room jumped in place.

“Ah, ah, you, you weren’t sleeping?”

It was Yoo Sanho.