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‘Did you really think I’d just walk away?’
I didn’t come all the way here just to get some half-assed apology over a single stolen item. I wanted Kim Seyoung to admit it. That he liked me. And once he admitted it... I was going to leave him just as coldly as he’d left me.
‘I’ll get my revenge.’

But things were off from the very beginning—there was no way he’d admit he liked me straight up. Even when the mood was good, Seyoung always denied what was obvious to everyone else.
‘He’s freaking out now because he knows he can’t keep hiding it anymore.’
So I made up my mind: I’d reset the whole board from the start and make sure he couldn’t run away.

“Noona… I think I’m a potential addict.”
“...What?”
“I’m saying I’m fine with it. Even if it’s a guy.”

Of course, there was no way Kim Seyoung would feel relieved or trust me right after hearing that. He was just standing there stiff and horrified, glaring like I’d said something disgusting.
But… what if we stuck together all the time? Every second of every day, always together. And I kept saying it—“I don’t care that you’re a guy,” “I like you,” “You like me too, don’t you?”—over and over again?
And Seyoung, well, he gets lonely. Really badly. I knew exactly what kind of person he was—once he got past that first threshold, he melted like pudding.

‘I’m not letting him run this time.’
And for that to work, I ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) had to stick to him like glue, no matter what.
So I brought up his job and used it as leverage. Just like I predicted, he had no choice but to give in. When he finally got roped in and asked, trembling, if I wanted to date—I had to bite my inner cheek to keep from laughing.

“...How long are we going to date…?”
‘Until you fall for me. Then I’m out.’
But I couldn’t say that, so I just grinned and replied,

“Until I get tired of you?”
“......”
“But honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of you, noona.”
Seyoung’s face went pale. Even more colorless than it already was.

‘This is exactly why I want to mess with him.’
Watching him completely fail to hide his expressions made me change my mind about going home. I asked, “Should I stay over?” and the way he recoiled just egged me on.
“Yup. I’ll sleep here.”

So I deliberately did everything he’d hate. Changed into his clothes, took a shower, claimed his bed without asking, acted like I owned the place.
And every time, Seyoung looked like he was about to die. He got kicked out of his own bed and laid out a mystery blanket—God knows when he bought it—on the floor like some pitiful slob.
“……”

“……”
He kept tossing and turning into the late hours, sighing quietly, before he finally fell asleep. I waited until his breathing settled into a rhythm and his body stopped moving, then slowly sat up.
I looked down at him as he slept. Even in his sleep, that grumpy expression stuck around—brows furrowed, lips slightly parted like an idiot. I pressed my index finger hard against his wrinkled brow.

Even in his sleep, he seemed to hate being touched. He buried his face in the pillow, trying to escape.
“Ugh…”
“Don’t like it? What’re you gonna do if you don’t like it?”

The fact that he resisted even in his sleep just made me want to bug him more. I kept pressing his brow, poking and annoying him.
But maybe he was too tired, or maybe he’s just the type who can’t wake up once he’s out—either way, he squirmed a bit, but kept sleeping. I stared at the red mark my finger left between his brows like a little circle and finally pulled away, satisfied.
“……”

Turning my gaze to the side of the bed, I spotted the trash bin. The cat plushie I’d thrown earlier was lying there, upside down. I shook it off—didn’t seem too dirty—and tossed it lazily on the bed.
Not like I was planning to actually sleep here anyway.
“……”

I changed back into my clothes, looked at dreamy Kim Seyoung one more time, and then rummaged through the nearby desk. A faded, yellowing spiral notebook surfaced—I had no clue when he’d bought it. I flipped through it, reading the scrawls absentmindedly.
Can’t even eat ramen this month after paying my phone bill
So hungry. If only I had 20,000 won

Should I try YouTube...
It was all just complaints about money. After reading through it, I tore out a blank page and scribbled my message.
Unblock my number

I walked over to the front door and slid the note behind the magnetic holder—right at his eye level.
Click—
As I opened the front door, the soft blue glow of the room spilled out behind me. Seyoung was still asleep. But then, a strange thought hit me—what if I left now, and he disappeared again before I came back?

I hesitated. But I calmed myself. He didn’t have money. Where would he go?
I shut the door. Bang. The door lock clicked into place. As I walked down the hall, I organized my next steps in my head.
‘Ask him for the house password… Go home, grab some clothes and gear…’

No point trying to ask him to meet up. He’d never come. So, I decided—I’d just move in. Live with him.
Anyone else would think I was insane. But the truth is, I didn’t care anymore if he hated me. I was just taking the fastest route.
‘And besides… it’s not like he totally hates me.’

I was also banking on Seyoung’s loneliness. That it wouldn’t let him push me away forever. Sure, he might freak out, think he hates me, but give him a week of sulking and he’d get used to having me around.
I smiled to myself as I climbed the stairs, imagining the horror on his face when he saw me after work today.
* * *

“……What the hell are you doing?”
Just as I’d predicted, Seyoung got off work early and was horrified to find me standing there with my stuff. I nearly burst out laughing when I saw his face while I was moving boxes, but somehow managed to hold it in.
“Noona, you’re actually kinda happy I’m here, right? Aren’t you?”

I asked with a smirk, and he ended up grabbing me by the collar. Still, I got more than just his house—I also got him to buy me jajangmyeon.
He knew I was broke, so I made sure he had to pay. What surprised me was that he didn’t even complain when it was time to pay for lunch. He just quietly handed over his card. I thought he’d at least gripe or try to dodge the check since I’d invited myself.
‘Did he remember what he owes me?’

I was staring at him, lost in thought, when our eyes met.
“...What are you looking at.”
He couldn’t even eat a mouthful of jajangmyeon in one bite—chewing like a hamster—but he still had the nerve to get all pissy whenever we made eye contact.

I wanted to tell him: “You’re not scary at all, not with black bean sauce smeared on your lips.”
But I was being good today, so I just smiled and handed him a napkin. Seyoung flushed a little and wiped his lips harshly.
“……”

“……”
There was a bit of awkward silence after that. Seyoung didn’t say anything and just stirred the half-uneaten noodles in his bowl. His face was cycling through expressions, clearly trapped in his own thoughts.
And I knew—those thoughts were all about me barging in like this. His whole face was practically broadcasting it. And I loved it.

Then, I noticed something. A faint brown mark on the ring finger of his left hand as he held his chopsticks. I suddenly remembered that old photo he’d once sent me.
‘Wait… that was real?’
So I brought it up—and his response was ridiculous.

“You would’ve fallen for it even if it wasn’t me.”
“You’ve got a lot of nerve, saying that after what you pulled.”
“You’re the one who didn’t even doubt the photo.”

I was speechless. And then he went in for the kill with a smirk.
“Make sure you do video calls before dating anyone next time. Don’t fall for it on your own again.”
Like the whole thing was my fault for being delusional.

‘Then maybe you should’ve said you were a guy when I was chasing you. I returned that damn ₩1.8 million even though I was broke and you never said a word about your gender…’
I wanted to snap back, but I bit down on my back teeth and said,
“...What do you mean ‘next time’? I’m not seeing anyone else but you now.”

He grimaced immediately, and I couldn’t stand that face either. So I decided to push him a little more.
“Should we get matching couple rings?”
“Are you insane?”

“Gold’s nice, right?”
His expression was priceless. But instead of feeling like I’d won, I just felt annoyed.
Which might explain why I started bothering him more—dragging him back into the game, forcing him into awkward situations. When he stood there helplessly in the clan room, not knowing what to do, I felt a bit better. I’d always hated the way he joked around with those clan idiots anyway.

‘Now he can just stick with me.’
I’d already bought gear to dress him in when he came back. I felt a little giddy when I saw the [Sesam] character again—it felt like it had been a year.
I sent him a [Trade Request].

But then, I got a whisper from Yuna.
Whisper from Yuna (party-friend):
WYuna: When you coming?

WYuna: Let’s talk on Discord
And I could feel Kim Seyoung hesitating.