“It’s true. Really. Nothing happened! I just washed my hands to help move stuff. Geonwoo-sunbae and I... there’s nothing between us. We just ran into each other after a long ti. That’s all. We would never—”
“You sleep just fine without love, though.”
Joo Seunghyuk’s voice was cold.
My mind went blank the mont I heard those words.
I didn’t even have ti to process what he ant—my body reacted first.
“No. That’s not—”
“What’s not? Are you saying you slept with because you do love ?”
“...”
He knew I didn’t love him?
I looked at him, startled.
‘I shouldn’t look surprised. I should’ve just said I loved him from the start.’
But that thought ca too late.
Seunghyuk grabbed at my clothes. The buttons of my white shirt popped off, scattering across the marble floor.
I frantically grabbed his hands.
“I—it’s really true. Nothing happened with sunbae. I was going to contact you. I was going to tell you everything. I was just about to leave when... I saw a photo of you in the album.”
“A photo of ?”
“Yeah. From Youth Day, at the Blue House. You were thirteen. I was going to leave right after that...”
“Why were you looking at that?”
“B-because... it was cute...”
“...”
The mana that had been simring since the dorm went eerily still.
Maybe this would calm him down. I rushed to explain.
“You were wearing a red bow tie. You looked like Conan—it was so cute—”
“Who the hell is Conan?!”
“....”
Shit. That doesn’t exist in this world.
So things overlapped with my past life, but others didn’t. That manga with the boy detective who never aged didn’t exist here...
I couldn’t answer. And the mana that had quieted began surging again.
“Not Conan, uh, I ant Connie. Connie the Baby Dragon. That fire-breathing cartoon. I used to love that show.”
I blurted out a na from a similar-sounding children’s cartoon. Connie even had a fire attribute—like Seunghyuk.
But it clearly wasn’t working. His mana still radiated cold and sharp.
“There were Connie Chicken Nuggets, too. I used to beg for those instead of gimbap on school trips. Don’t you rember those?”
“...”
It had been a national snack among elentary school kids, but Seunghyuk clearly had no idea.
Even if he’d been treated like trash and banished to a separate building... he was still born into a chaebol family. He probably never ate processed junk like chicken nuggets.
I was at a loss, scanning his expression. He finally spoke in a chilling voice.
“Liar.”
“N-no, really! They were shaped like dragons—hugely popular—”
“You hated .”
“....”
“You ran from like I was sothing disgusting. Like I was a bug.”
His eyes bore into .
That was hatred.
Pure hatred aid straight at .
“No... I never—”
“No? You said I was your Guide, but then you ran right into Park Geonwoo’s arms.”
He grabbed my wrist. His grip was so strong it made my fingers go numb, and a strangled cry escaped.
“Agh—Seunghyuk, that hurts—”
But he didn’t let go.
“Why? Does your heart flutter now that he’s back? You hated so much you endured , but now you can’t even pretend anymore? Is it because of him?”
“No—it’s not like that—”
“Then what is it? I’m the one who couldn’t sleep because I was worried about you.”
“...How do you know that...?”
I stared at him in disbelief.
That was what I’d written... in my second letter to Park Geonwoo.
I thought the first letter hadn’t arrived, so I picked up my pen again.
Hyung, how are you doing these days? I heard you went to Africa. I’ve been so worried I couldn’t sleep all night. Is your arm okay?
I’d written that.
And Seunghyuk knew.
How...? Not many people even knew I’d sent a second letter.
“What, are you mad your tragic first love got exposed?”
“No! It’s not like that! Geonwoo-hyung and I—mmpf!”
I tried to explain, but he cut off. His large hand clamped over my mouth, like he couldn’t bear to hear my voice.
My eyes widened in shock—and then he bit deep into my neck. The pain made groan, but even that sound was swallowed by his hand.
***
“Ugh... ngh...”
I groaned the mont I woke up.
It hurts. It hurts so much.
Every joint in my body scread, but worst of all was my jaw.
I slowly sat up and rubbed it.
Last night, Seunghyuk had covered my mouth like he didn’t want to hear a single word from . His hand eventually fell away during the act—but by then, I was too afraid to speak at all.
I clenched my mouth shut, trying not to make a sound. After doing that all night, my jaw ached.
There was another problem. My wrists were covered in bruises. So were other parts of my body. Last night wasn’t sex—it was being devoured.
We’d had sex plenty of tis over the past few months, but never with this kind of violence.
“At least there weren’t any handcuffs...”
That was a small rcy. Last night, I really thought I’d end up cuffed and locked up.
“Is that your thing?”
Seunghyuk entered the room and spoke in a low voice.
“W-what? No!”
“If you want, I’ll cuff you. No—if sothing like that happens again, I’ll do it whether you want it or not.”
His voice was quiet, but the rage behind it had settled down.
“I’m sorry. I swear it won’t happen again. I promise! Never again.”
“As it should be.”
“Yeah...”
“From now on, you report everything to . Every word you say to anyone, every bastard who flirts with you—I want it all. Not after, but before. You need my permission for everything.”
It seed last night had pushed his obsession stat beyond its limit.
If I said no, I’d probably get at least a light lockdown. I nodded obediently to avoid triggering him.
“Okay. I will.”
“And from now on, you’ll live here.”
“T-that’s a little...”
No matter how scary he was, this was a line I couldn’t cross.
The mont I started living in his house, it would be Lockdown Life. I hadn’t co this far just to end up like that.
Besides, staying here over break would be dangerous. If I got locked up, no one would notice.
“Why? You still want to stay near Park Geonwoo?”
His mana started swirling ominously again. I spoke quickly before his yandere mode could activate.
“No, it’s just... finals are coming up.”
“So?”
“The dorm is better for studying. And it’s not like he’s the only one there—there are lots of students living there.”
I’d made a new rule: never say the second male lead’s na in front of Seunghyuk again.
“I’ve always hated that. Do you know how many tis I held myself back from dragging you here?”
“....”
He’d been thinking that all along...? A yandere really does keep you on your toes.
“I’ll report ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) everything properly from now on. That kind of thing will never happen again. I’m really sorry!”
“...”
Even with begging like this, his expression didn’t soften.
“And... I know you don’t like hearing it, but there’s sothing I have to say.”
“What?”
“That sunbae—he wasn’t my first love. I’ve never had a first love.”
Back then, I was just grateful—and sorry—that Park Geonwoo had risked his life for . That was it. Nothing more.
But even though I explained sincerely, Seunghyuk’s face just turned colder.
Why? Did he not believe ?
‘Ah! Yeonsu, you idiot!’
Saying I’d never had a first love ant... I’d never loved Seunghyuk either.
I realized too late and scrambled to fix it.
“N-no, that’s not what I ant! You’re my first love!”
“...”
Disaster. Even I could hear how forced that sounded—and Seunghyuk’s eyes darkened further.
I opened my mouth to explain again—but closed it.
‘What’s the point?’
Seunghyuk already knew I didn’t really love him. We both knew the truth. Telling more lies now would just feel hollow.
“...Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.”
“Huh?”
“Say you love .”
His eyes... were desperate. It didn’t suit him. It didn’t suit a yandere at all. But I couldn’t look away.
“...I love you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I love you. Seunghyuk, you’re the only one for .”
I told him what he wanted to hear.
He pulled into his arms.
And I fit perfectly in his embrace. When we first t, I’d been taller. But now, Joo Seunghyuk had grown up. He was taller, broader—not thirteen anymore.
But the way he held —so desperately—it made feel like I was a terrible adult lying to a child.
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