# Chapter 15
“Hey. I think the kids are looking at us.”
“Don’t know. Don’t care.”
“What an impressive bastard…”
Do Jihoon’s face was perfectly serene, as if he genuinely didn’t care at all. That bastard’s face must be made of stainless steel.
We were about to enter the lecture hall while hearing whispers behind us.
“So there’s an Omega going around with Do Jihoon now?”
I heard voices from beyond the door. I grabbed Do Jihoon’s collar to stop him.
“Pull in your pheromones.”
“Why suddenly?”
“Just listen for a bit.”
He looked puzzled but did as I asked.
“Isn’t Do Jihoon the son of Do Chairman?”
“Yes. Gipyeong. It was even in the news. He’s in our department and year. I heard from a senior in the student council that there’s only one Do Jihoon among the 160 people in our department.”
Oh dear. It seemed Do Jihoon’s love life wouldn’t be smooth sailing. I gave him a sympathetic look. His expression like he’d just stepped in dog poop was a bonus.
“Then is the Omega beside him Do Jihoon’s fiancé?”
“Probably, right? Our classmate was nearby, and when they smelled his scent, they said he seemed to be dominant.”
“We don’t know anyone from Bumong Pharmaceuticals except for Yeon Yujeong. If he’s a Yeon, it’s definitely him.”
At those words, now my face turned deathly pale. At the same time, I lamented how foolish I had been to ask him to give me a ride to attend classes together with Do Jihoon.
“I’m already married off…”
“Yeah. You’re already married off.”
“Don’t pour oil on the fire.”
After giving an uppercut to the snickering bastard, I grabbed Do Jihoon’s arm as he pretended to groan, and we just entered the lecture hall.
As soon as we entered, the noisy lecture hall instantly fell silent.
“I’m doomed, shit…”
I stood frozen, quietly cursing while rubbing my face. Do Jihoon looked at me standing still, then grabbed my hand and found seats. I quietly followed him.
“Was it necessary to confirm the kill, honey…?”
“Call me ‘honey’ one more time. See what happens.”
Seeing how seriously Do Jihoon was taking this, it seemed that revealing our relationship wasn’t a good thing. I wondered why this bastard’s words and actions were so disconnected.
Once we sat down, the whispering started again. But the decibel level had clearly decreased, so I couldn’t make out what they were saying.
The professor came in and called attendance. When they called “Yeon Yuri,” I couldn’t not answer. I responded with a “Yes.”
Dozens of eyes turned toward me. It was quite depressing. After today, the online community would be flooded. “YYR is Do Jihoon’s fiancé,” “Bumong’s second child’s name is YYR,” like that.
The plan had failed. My plan to hide my relationship with Do Jihoon so Ha Minyeong and Do Jihoon could live happily together, after which I would quietly disappear. It had completely shattered.
I needed a new plan. At this point, we move to Plan B.
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The second plan was as follows: Prevent Ha Minyeong and Do Jihoon from meeting. Before proceeding with the plan, it was important to know if Do Jihoon had already met Ha Minyeong. I nudged him.
“What?”
“Do you know someone called Ha Minyeong?”
“Who’s that?”
“No, no. Never mind.”
Do Jihoon turned his gaze back to the professor with a displeased expression. The conditions for the second plan were perfect. I started to worry that maybe Ha Minyeong’s department wasn’t Business Administration, but there was no use borrowing trouble, so I forced the thought out of my mind. Surely the gods couldn’t dislike me that much.
“Yuri. It’s over.”
“Really…?”
The writing orientation passed by in a flash without me knowing how it proceeded.
“I didn’t hear any of the class. Please share the content with me.”
Do Jihoon nodded despite looking at me quite pathetically. What a kind bastard. I patted his back.
Looking at the clock, it was only 9:30. I went on the university community app to check my friends’ schedules. All three had no morning classes today. They’d be sleeping in. Lucky bastards… Do Jihoon grabbed my shoulder as I was spacing out and pulled me out. I let myself be dragged comfortably and asked him:
“What about your classes today?”
“Principles of Business Administration, one class at periods 5 and 6.”
“You can’t go home either then. What should we do?”
“How about walking around nearby?”
“Not a bad idea…”
Since we had already walked a lot yesterday, I didn’t really feel like doing that. I could only sigh.
“Ah!”
Suddenly I thought of something to do. I remembered a notice saying that club promotion booths would be allowed on the lawn for the first week after the semester started.
“You scared me, Yuri. Control your decibels.”
“Let’s go see the club promotions. If I remember correctly, they said clubs would be promoting near the lawn area.”
“Where did you hear that?”
“In the notice board.”
We headed toward the lawn area, chatting along the way. We could find directions by asking people we saw on the way. Maybe because we were wearing the ’21 department jackets, seniors were generally kind in giving directions.
“Wow… It’s chaotic.”
The wide lawn was full of all kinds of booths. There were so many clubs it was hard to count. Club members were doing their best to recruit passing freshmen.
“Want to join our recreation club? It’s a club where we just have fun.”
“Anyone who likes watching baseball!”
“If you like instruments, join the band club.”
Do Jihoon grimaced at the madness of club member recruitment, saying it was too noisy. Well, he was the guy who always replied “reading a book” whenever I texted to ask what he was doing during breaks. He wouldn’t like this kind of thing.
It was while I was shaking my head, checking if there were any clubs that interested me.
“Huh…?”
“Yuri. I get worried now whenever you open your mouth.”
Ignoring Do Jihoon’s criticism, I narrowed my eyes. The man wearing a department jacket with ’19’ written on it looked very familiar. As I was quietly staring at the man, Do Jihoon tapped my shoulder.
“What are you looking at? Let me look too.”
“No. That senior over there. He looks like someone I know.”
I pointed my open hand at the man who appeared to be Ki Taeyoung. Do Jihoon raised one eyebrow and asked:
“You knew someone at Hanguk University?”
“Yeah. But it’s a bit awkward to run into him.”
“Why?”
“He gave me his number before.”
Do Jihoon looked at me with an expression of utter disbelief. When I shrugged my shoulders, his face suddenly crumpled.
“But I didn’t contact him. I didn’t purposely not do it, I just forgot…”
“So?”
“That person is an electrical engineering major. Same college as me. Plus, he seems to be in the student council. I tried so hard to avoid him at the orientation…”
“You’re noisy, Yuri.”
Do Jihoon cut off my passionate explanation very firmly.
He emitted pheromones as if he was extremely displeased. I felt heat all over my body like I had entered a sauna.
“Hey, why are you getting upset? Aren’t we close enough to have that kind of conversation?”
He was silent. This bastard would sometimes throw a fit out of nowhere.
I grabbed his hand and patted it.
“Alright, alright. I forgot about your thin sociability and I went too far ahead. Sorry.”
Despite my efforts, there was no sign of his hardened expression softening. Rather, it felt like we’d moved from a sauna jewelry room to a yellow clay fire kiln, as I started sweating in the middle of winter.
“Jihoon. I’m getting steamed to death.”
“That’s good.”
Do Jihoon answered grumpily. Fine. With Do Jihoon like this, the answer was to just leave him be. I released my pheromones to neutralize his and pulled him by the hand.
“Anyway, let’s just pass by this side. It would be awkward if we ran into him…”
It was just as I was turning away from Ki Taeyoung.
“Oh? You there!”
It seemed the gods weren’t on my side. I felt cold sweat running down my back as I turned around. There stood Ki Taeyoung, breathing a bit heavily as if he had just run over.
“I thought you came to school for the summer session…”
He smiled brightly at me.
“But you were a freshman.”
“……”
Even I, who was used to Do Jihoon’s face, was momentarily stunned. He was fucking handsome.
“What’s your name? I didn’t get to ask back then.”
Refreshing. In the midst of this sweltering heat, as a refreshing apple scent wafted abundantly, a smile unconsciously crept onto my face.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
