Chapter 26
“Youâre Really Deluded, Arenât You?”Â
âOut of nowhere, you want to meet at a dumpling hotpot place?â
Jihoo had only sent the location right before quitting time, and the choice was completely unexpected.
Yeon arrived first, sliding into the seat across from him.
âYou donât know that dumpling hotpot is the best drinking food?
You love dumplings.â
Jihoo poured a glass of water and placed it in front of her, smiling broadly, his eyes fixed on hers with unrelenting focus.
The intensity of his gaze made her uncomfortable, and Yeon turned her head away.
âIâm not drinking with you.â
âSome things are a little embarrassing to say while sober.â
That was his problem, not hers.
âIf you donât like it, I wonât drink.â
And if only he wouldnât say it in that nauseatingly smooth tone.
Their eyes met again.
This wasnât the same Jihoo she had known in their greener years.
He seemed sharper now, more persistent, more blunt.
The hotpot had already been ordered, bubbling fragrantly when Jihoo ladled out a portion into Yeonâs bowl before his own.
âSo.
What is it you wanted to say?â
Yeon wanted him to get it over with so she could return to the safe haven of home, where Do-hyun was.
Just thinking of breathing in the same space as Dohyun felt like the only cure to this suffocating discomfort.
âEat first.
Iâm starving.â
Unlike her, Jihoo seemed utterly relaxed.
Relaxed enough that Yeon wanted to smack him with that ladle.
Completely oblivious to her thoughts, Jihoo scooped up a dumpling and bit into it with satisfaction.
Fine.
Yeon lifted her spoon, deciding she would focus entirely on eating.
Her goal was simple: finish quickly, and get rid of Jihoo just as quickly.
But while she concentrated on her food like she was competing in a dumpling-eating contest, Jihoo slid a napkin toward her.
âYouâve got something on your mouth.â
Yeon wiped her lips carefully with the napkin.
âThat time⌠my sudden confession mustâve startled you.
Iâm sorry.
Honestly, Iâve regretted it ever since that day.â
She set the napkin down and looked straight at him.
âYeon, from the very beginning, I always saw you as a woman.
I never thought of you as just a friend.
Every time you looked at me with those pretty eyes, it drove me crazy.â
The confession itself wasnât the issue.
But her uncle had been right: Did she really think any man around her stayed by her side with pure intentions?
And Jihoo had proved it snapping up the chance to confess at exactly the wrong moment.
She had been thrilled to have her first male friend.
But the boy she thought had been her friend for three years claimed he never saw her that way.
âAh⌠I still remember the way your hand felt on my shoulder that day.â
Jihoo scratched his head, embarrassed.
He downed his water in one gulp and slammed the empty glass on the table.
âSo yeah⌠I regret it a lot.
Being rejected was humiliating, sure, but more than that it was just⌠empty.
Three years of one-sided love gone in a flash.
I thought maybe, after some time passed, we could go back to how we used to be.
So I waited.â
His eyes didnât waver as he spoke.
âBut then you just vanished.
No one could reach you.
Eventually, I realised Iâd lost you as a friend, and thatâs what I regretted most.
If I were you, Iâd have hated it too getting confessed to and touched out of nowhere.â
ââŚâŚâ
âI missed you.
I wondered so much about how you were.
I never expected to run into you again like this.â
Neither did she.
She had assumed their connection was permanently cut.
Yeon couldnât even figure out what to say.
âYou must have felt betrayed too⌠losing a friend like that.
I bet you cried a lot back then.
I shouldâve apologised right away and handed you a napkin like this.
Iâm sorry itâs so late.â
The words flowed too easily, but Yeon didnât think he was lying.
âYeon⌠can we be friends again?â
âŚWhat?
That came out of nowhere.
âYou really think we can just go back to being friends?
Absolutely not.â
Once a string snapped, you couldnât simply tie it back together.
Even if you glued it, it would break again with the slightest pull.
How could she possibly go back to being friends with a man who had harboured a three-year crush on her?
And more importantly, she had only just realised her own feelings for Dohyun.
Her heart was already too full.
There was no room for anyone else.
Giving Jihoo space beside her again, even under the label of friendship, would only betray those feelings.
She knew now.
Between a man and a woman, true friendship didnât exist.
âI know it wonât be easy, but Iâll try.
Iâll keep your secret too.â
Jihoo clung to her like a man desperate to unload his guilt.
But Yeon couldnât understand why he was so intent on apologising the moment he saw her, or why he wanted so badly to be friends again.
The real problem was that she had to keep working with him and keep her secret safe.
And when she thought of that, she realised what this was really about.
Did I just get politely blackmailed?
If she refused his apology, would he spill her secret?
âAre you blackmailing me right now?â
âNo!
No, youâve got it wrong.
I just meant Iâd protect your secret.â
âSo if I donât agree to be your friend, youâll expose me?
Thatâs what youâre saying.â
Jihoo waved his hands frantically, insisting that it wasnât him, before dropping his eyes with a guilty look.
Either way, Yeon saw through it.
âHonestly, going back to being friends is impossible.
Thatâs just how I feel itâs not something I can change at will.
But Iâll keep things professional.
Iâll treat you as a colleague, and nothing more.â
Donât expect anything beyond that.
Her voice was firm.
Jihoo, oddly enough, grinned widely at her answer.
âGreat! Thatâs fine.
Just give me a little room.
Work friends are friends too!â
That wasnât what she meant at all.
Yeon ignored him, grabbed her bag, and got up.
âWait, Yeon.â
Jihoo called out quickly, stopping her.
âWhy are you living like this?
It is a disguise, isnât it?
Since weâre sharing a secret, canât you tell me why?â
ââŚâŚâ
âItâs not because of me, right?â
âSomething happened before that.
Sure, you made things worse, but you werenât the cause.â
Youâre really deluded, arenât you?
âIf youâre finished eating, letâs go.
Youâre paying tonight, Mr. Uhm Jihoo.â
Yeon smiled brightly as she spoke, then turned on her heel with a blank face.
âHey, Yeon!
Why the sudden formality?
Whatâs with âMr. Jihooâ?
Thatâs weird.â
âI told you Iâll treat you strictly as a colleague.
Uhm.
Ji.
Hoo.
Ssi.â
Work friends?
Stay in your lane.
âAlright, alright.
Just treat me comfortably, like any other coworker.
I misspoke.â
âMy line is drawn at colleague.
If you try to cross it, youâll be worse than an enemy to me.â
She sounded playful, but every word was dead serious.
âIâm going.â
âNo ride with me.
Iâll drive you home.â
âWhy would I get in your car?â
âBecause coworkers can give each other a ride.
Itâs dangerous these days.â
Which is exactly why I wonât.
âYour hands are the dangerous ones.â
There was no way she could reveal where she lived with Do-hyun.
âI didnât even drink.
See you tomorrow at the office.â
With a clean goodbye, Yeon walked straight toward the taxi stand without looking back.
She got out of the taxi and lingered outside her home, rubbing her aching temples.
If she walked in like this, her headache would only worsen.
She sat on a nearby bench, pressing her hand against her chest, trying to calm the restless weight inside her.
For now, Jihooâs mouth had been shut.
But for how long would her secret be safe?
What did he really want from her?
He said he only wanted to go back to being friends.
But Yeon couldnât shake off the unease.
Life was already chaotic enough with Dohyun.
Now Jihoo was going to stir it up even more.
After cooling her head for a while, she finally moved again toward the place where Do-hyun was waiting.
When she stepped inside, she saw him sitting on the living room sofa, watching TV.
She had seen him on the sofa a few times before, but never watching TV like this.
It struck her as strangely peaceful.
He looked more at ease these days.
His hand rested on his chin, his eyes distant, lost in thought.
He didnât even notice Yeon had come in.
What could he possibly be thinking about so deeply?
Buri-buri.
Buri-buri.
ââŚWhat is that sound?â
Yeon turned her head toward the TV.
A cute little red-shirted character was wiggling its butt and chanting âBuri-buri.â
It was an old cartoon from her childhood.
âVice President, youâre watching this?â
So he had grown up with the same shows she had.
âI never knew you liked anime.
If youâd told me, we couldâve watched some together.â
The contrast of Dohyun with cartoons was so mismatched, it was⌠almost cute.
Startled by her voice, Dohyun turned abruptly, eyes wide.
He really hadnât noticed her coming in.
âWhen did you get here?
And whatâs this?â
âYou turned it on.â
âI
was watching a movieâŚâ
Looking genuinely confused, he searched for the remote.
Whether it was a mistaken button press or whether he had been watching the cartoon, Yeon didnât care.
She was exhausted, her body at its limit.
âWell, enjoy your show.
Iâll head upstairs first.â
She was about to climb the stairs when Dohyun stood from the sofa.
âSo⌠how was your friend?â






