The Outsider Omega Wants to Be Alone! Chapter 29

What is this supposed to be? Completely wasted, I blurted out all sorts of crazy things.

And that wasn’t all. The current problem wasn’t Lee Yuseong’s big or small issues. A faint memory flickered through his mind—Kim Wooju’s back being damp and uncomfortable.

‘Then what else is amazing about you?’

‘Hyung’s back is wet, so it’s cold…’

‘Ah, is that also one of the things that makes Yuseong amazing?’

‘Yes. I’m quite something.’

Am I insane?

What was I complaining about? No matter how you looked at it, that was a mark left by omega Lee Yuseong.

A completely drunk mess had soaked an alpha’s back with “that” and then had the nerve to complain it was damp.

“Ah, crazy. Really, I’m insane.”

Lastly, Kim Wooju’s answer—which would have been better left unremembered—came to mind.

‘Right. That is indeed something amazing that can only be done if you’re born with it. Yuseong is impressive.’

Only possible if born with it.

An amazing thing.

Yuseong is impressive.

“Aaaargh…”

Lee Yuseong groaned and buried his face in the blanket. No, he grabbed a pillow and buried his face in that. For a moment, his breathing became labored. Could he possibly suffocate and die like this?

Even in the middle of this, he found himself spreading his imagination, and annoyed at himself, Lee Yuseong jerked his face up and looked around.

He found his phone lying next to his head and immediately checked for any remaining contacts or traces.

Whether from Kim Wooju. Or Jo Eunha.

“Anything…”

But the phone was silent. No mistakes, no wrongly sent messages, no call history. Neither outgoing nor incoming.

“Phew… huh?”

As Lee Yuseong let out a sigh, his eyes narrowed sharply. Because of a note stuck by his bedside.

[Pretty Yuseong, have a good day.]

The writer’s name wasn’t written, but Lee Yuseong recognized the handwriting.

“Shiiiiii…”

Lee Yuseong, who had puffed up like a bright red pufferfish, deflated and sank.

Kim Wooju hyung had left it. He’d walked him home and put him to bed. Still, it seemed even a complete drunk had managed to enter the door code correctly.

“…”

Suddenly, Lee Yuseong’s spine went cold. He stopped dead. Then, slowly, as if opening Pandora’s box—which he shouldn’t check—he moved his hand and lifted the blanket.

Lee Yuseong was still wearing the trousers he’d had on last night.

And they were damp.

“Agh!”

At last, Lee Yuseong let out a deathly scream. From next door came a thump against the wall. This place was livable enough, but the soundproofing was atrocious.

Lee Yuseong clamped his hand over his mouth and made muffled sounds. What he really wanted to do was throw himself out the window. With this momentum, he felt like he could jump, land on the ground, roll, sprint around Korea University, and keep running all the way to the Han River. Literally a state of hyper-awareness.

‘What kind of disgrace is this?’

He’d done every possible ridiculous thing. Lee Yuseong was not a person who blustered or showed off. He never had the occasion for it.

But this was too much. Surely there was a minimum standard of human decency. There was such a thing as propriety and manners.

He’d shown Kim Wooju all the things he wouldn’t even show his parents.

‘I—I think I’m going crazy.’

And he’s supposed to keep working at Momentto?

Of course, from beginning to end, it was all water he’d spilled himself—but even if you can’t sweep up spilled water, at least if it were mineral water, it could all evaporate and become like nothing happened.

This was more like spilling tangy soda, then pouring sweet coffee with cream on top, and stirring it all together.

No matter how much the sunlight of time dried it out, on the carpet of memory, stains would remain that would never fade for a lifetime.

“…Of all people.”

Lee Yuseong’s eyes, peeking out over the pillow, looked tearful.

And of all people, he’d shown his worst side to Kim Wooju—the one he’d wanted to show a good side to, if anything. He didn’t know why he felt this way regardless of who the other person was. For no reason, he felt upset.

Biting his lip, Lee Yuseong got out of bed.

‘How amusing.’

‘We know each other well. Deeply and stickily.’

As he took off his clothes and stepped into the bathroom, Lee Yuseong’s gaze fell sideways. He muttered quietly.

“…Why did he come back.”

Jo Eunha. A man who had left Korea five years ago as if he would never return.

And that man had appeared at that exact moment last night. Releasing alpha pheromones as if on guard against Kim Wooju.

“If it weren’t for that bastard…”

Pressing his eyes firmly, he turned the faucet. Cold water poured out, making his body stiffen for a moment, then gradually warm water began to flow. Even as he stuck his head under the cascading water, his mind remained tangled for a long time.

Jo Eunha was the person who dominated Lee Yuseong’s school years.

From age 6 to 15—a full ten years.

In Lee Yuseong’s brightest moments, in the memories so happy he could never forget them, Jo Eunha was always there.

Even with a four-year age gap, the two were as close as childhood friends. Lee Yuseong, who preferred being alone, found that Jo Eunha was the only person who made him feel that being together was better than being alone. He was also the pillar who stayed by his side as he grew taller and his school uniform hem grew shorter.

‘Fucking faggot.’

He had believed that.

Staring blankly at the floor without focus, Lee Yuseong’s eyes were vacant. Even though the water was hot, a chilling sensation dominated his entire body.

Others might say 15 is young. They might say what does a 15-year-old know.

But rather, Lee Yuseong had been able to mature faster than others because of Jo Eunha. Jo Eunha, who made him feel like he was thinking and acting several years ahead of his peers, might have even given Lee Yuseong a certain sense of pride.

‘Why? You must have missed me, right?’

“Bullshit…”

And so, Lee Yuseong sometimes worried about what if he remained forever 15.

∞ ∞ ∞

After downing a hangover remedy in one shot, Lee Yuseong barely crawled to the lecture hall.

The one saving grace was that on Tuesdays, lectures ended early. There was a pass/fail class at 6, but he decided to self-cancel. He couldn’t bear the thought of holding out until then.

Enduring class while fighting nausea was torture. Lee Yuseong skipped both breakfast and lunch entirely. It seemed better to eat nothing than to regurgitate and vomit. Just smelling the coffee from the classmate next to him made him want to throw up.

“This is miserable… and I’m hungry…”

Thankfully, he had no overlapping lectures with Choi Jigu on Tuesdays. And since his foot was almost fully healed, that bastard wasn’t insisting on giving him rides anymore—another relief.

“Why on earth do they schedule the company dinner on a Monday…”

Even as he said that, he knew the reason.

Momentto’s only day off was Tuesday. Plus, Kim Wooju had no classes on Tuesdays, Choi Jigu had lectures from 3, and Lee Yuseong from 12. Monday night was the optimal day for a company dinner that included the boss.

But that was only if they drank moderately. Hadn’t they gone all out both the first dinner and last night?

‘I should skip the next dinner.’

Lee Yuseong had thought without thinking, then slapped both his cheeks. What kind of ‘I should skip the next dinner’ talk is that? How long are you planning to work at Momentto? Unconsciously, he was assuming he’d keep working there.

Startled, Lee Yuseong shook his head vigorously.

Snap out of it. Snap out of it. Snap out of it, Lee Yuseong!

Yes, of course, Momentto was great.

First, the hourly wage was about 1.5 times higher than other places. There was no one who threw their weight around or bullied others. Since the main customer base came to see the handsome alphas, there were no troublemakers, and no one paid Lee Yuseong unnecessary attention.