The Outsider Omega Wants to Be Alone! Chapter 2

“Here’s to the new member, Lee Yuseong!”

The boss.

“Isn’t this workplace harassment? Here’s to!”

Choi Jigu.

“Here’s to.”

The model hyung.

“Here’s to…”

And Lee Yuseong.

∞ ∞ ∞

The film cut out.

∞ ∞ ∞

His breath came in ragged gasps.

A deep pain continued.

A crying sound escaped from his mouth involuntarily.

“Shh… it’s okay.”

Following a pleasant sensation pressing against his lips, heat gradually bloomed in place of the pain.

∞ ∞ ∞

“…!”

Lee Yuseong kicked off the blanket and sat up. It was because of the insane dream he’d been having until just moments before.

“Huh?”

He felt a strange sense of dissonance. He groped around the bedside to find his glasses.

Once he put on his glasses, his vision cleared. An unfamiliar room. This wasn’t Lee Yuseong’s studio apartment.

His heart dropped.

With a face drained entirely of color, Yuseong looked down at his own body. He was naked. Completely, without a single piece of underwear on.

“…”

Lee Yuseong decided to be calm. He decided to be far, far calmer than when he woke up to find a cockroach fluttering 15 centimeters from his face.

‘Let’s put on clothes first. Right.’

But it was no use. When he turned his body to pick up the clothes fallen on the floor, a pain shot through him from his tailbone to his waist.

“Hgk.”

His body collapsed forward in a heap.

This was.

This was… 100%.

Even Lee Yuseong, who had lived his whole life as a virgin omega, couldn’t fail to recognize it. It was 100%.

He did it.

He did it!

Choi Jigu

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⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁣⁣⁠⁠⁣⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁣⁠⁠⁠⁣⁣⁣⁣⁠⁣⁣⁠⁣⁣⁣⁠⁠⁣⁠⁣⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁣⁠⁣⁠⁠⁣⁣⁣⁠⁠⁠⁠⁣⁣⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ‘Run away.’

He had to get out of here quickly before the owner of the house reappeared. He endured the pain and put on his clothes. Then, very carefully, he turned the doorknob and opened the bedroom door.

Lee Yuseong, about to step out into the living room, stopped dead in his tracks.

“Oh, you’re up.”

The face he had seen the previous night greeted Yuseong brightly.

“…”

Lee Yuseong’s lips just quivered. His lips wouldn’t part easily.

The person standing in Yuseong’s way had a towel draped over his damp hair, as if he had just finished showering. A faint, soft scent of soap came from him.

“Did you sleep well?”

This time it was a question. If he didn’t answer this time either, it would look like he was deliberately ignoring him. Yuseong let go of the bedroom door handle he had been gripping tightly and spoke awkwardly.

“…Yes.”

He didn’t know what else he should say in reply. Did he sleep well. He didn’t know. He probably hadn’t slept well. No? Perhaps he had slept very well.

Lee Yuseong couldn’t recall a single thing from the previous night.

He couldn’t tell if dreams and reality had mixed together, or if he was remembering a dream as reality.

However, the aching pain in his waist, which made it utterly impossible to deny reality, and the pain in that place he didn’t even want to think about, were shoved right before Yuseong’s eyes like evidence.

Was this person the one?

With a secretly anxious heart, Lee Yuseong looked up at the other man.

A smooth jawline, a straight nose. His gently set eyes and genial impression made his handsome features shine even more. It was astonishing that a guy who had just washed up could give off such a neat and pure feeling.

The very good-looking model hyung whose name Lee Yuseong couldn’t even remember.

Unable to answer hastily and mulling over his thoughts, Yuseong carefully opened his mouth.

Right. Let’s ask. Lee Yuseong, who believed that no matter how introverted he was, he had to take responsibility for his own actions, gathered up five years’ worth of courage.

“Uh, I can’t remember, so…”

“Urrgh. I feel like dying.”

But someone cut Yuseong off and entered. Precisely, crawled in from behind him.

“Hyung… Wooju hyung… some cold water, please.”

It was Choi Jigu. Yuseong’s eyes went wide. Choi Jigu, who had crawled over from the living room side, tugged at the trouser leg of the model hyung standing face to face with Yuseong.

“Go get it yourself.”

Right, that was it. The name of the handsome hyung who looked like a model was ‘Wooju.’ Right. He had thought it was a name that suited his face quite well. Kim Wooju.

Kim Wooju pulled his foot free and pushed Choi Jigu’s face away with the sole.

“So mean. It’s just one glass of water… Oh. Lee Yuseong.”

Choi Jigu’s eyes sparkled open and he acknowledged him. He grinned brightly as if he had met someone he was very happy to see, and offered a morning greeting.

“Did you sleep well? Wow, you said you couldn’t drink, but you drank pretty well.”

“…”

This was the first he’d heard of it.

Yuseong’s mind became complicated.

“Yuseong here says he can’t remember anything from yesterday.”

“Hmm…”

At Kim Wooju’s explanation, Choi Jigu’s eyes curved mischievously. It was a smile that somehow made one feel pricked. To say he was simply teasing…

‘Not the model… but this person?’

Lee Yuseong looked at Choi Jigu with a devastated feeling.

“Don’t do that to Yuseong.”

Kim Wooju pushed Choi Jigu’s face away with his foot again. It was help he wasn’t the least bit grateful for. Wasn’t it suspicious how he was looking out for him?

‘It is this person after all.’

Lee Yuseong stared at Kim Wooju with a wretched feeling.

“Hey… somebody make some ramyeon.”

To make matters worse, one more person was added. The last arrival, walking unsteadily.

‘Boss.’

Lee Yuseong looked at the boss with a despairing feeling.

But no matter whose face he looked at, the events of the past night were nothing but pitch black. The memories were so faint they could easily be mistaken for a dream. He simply could not remember the face that had dominated his dizzy, darkening vision.

“This is the boss’s house.”

Kim Wooju, who had been observing Yuseong’s expression, explained in a friendly tone.

“We were all drunk yesterday, so we brought you to the boss’s house. You seemed really exhausted, so we put Yuseong to bed in the room first.”

At that moment, the boss suddenly turned his head and dashed to the bathroom. Urrgghhh. Violent sounds spilled over the bathroom door. It seemed to make his own stomach churn in turn.

“The boss and Jigu said they’d have one more drink, so I just left them in the living room.”

Choi Jigu, his complexion gone pale again from the hangover, crawled onto the sofa and lay down.

Yuseong tilted his head and looked out at the living room, where the traces of their drinking party remained intact.

Soju bottles, beer cans, whiskey bottles were scattered about haphazardly, along with leftover cheese and crackers, dried snacks, and the like. Just looking at the aftermath, it seemed as if the smell of alcohol would be wafting strongly.

“I went in and slept too.”

I went in and slept too.

Went in and slept.

Went in.

‘Where?’

He bit his tongue and swallowed the words that were about to burst out of his mouth.

So, that meant. The one who had brought the three dead-drunk people to this house was this model-like, handsome guy, Kim Wooju.

The only person who had remained clear-headed until the end.

The person who ‘went in and slept.’

But Kim Wooju’s face was bright and innocent. If a single stalk of lily became human, would it look like this? Looking at his face, which even held a serene smile, he didn’t seem like the kind of person who would ever commit a shameless act.

“Don’t worry. I slept in a different room.”

Why are you specifically explaining that. Lee Yuseong gulped.

Choi Jigu, who had at some point flipped over to lie down, propped his chin up with both hands, half-alive, and looked at Lee Yuseong and Kim Wooju.

“Lee Yuseong’s expression looks absolutely terrible.”

Choi Jigu said, giggling. Whether he was in any position to say such things was unclear, but what he said was true. Whether from a hangover or worry, his stomach was churning violently.

“Um, I. So, that is.”

Just then, the boss came out of the bathroom, coughing violently.

“Hey, I feel like dying… Hangover cure. I need a hangover cure.”

When Yuseong saw him go over to the living room table and half-collapse onto it, he realized.