The Outsider Omega Wants to Be Alone! Chapter 3

He realized he wouldn’t be able to say a word in front of all three of them gathered together. No, even if he didn’t know which of the three was ‘that problematic person who must not be spoken of’! He must not say anything!

Suddenly, his stomach turned over. Lee Yuseong passed between the three and ran to the bathroom.

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It seems he has lost his virginity.

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‘What’s the big deal about virginity anyway.’

Lee Yuseong agonized deeply.

‘What’s the big deal about virginity!’

To be precise, he was trying to achieve a mental victory.

But when he came to his senses, Lee Yuseong was clutching his own head with both hands. He felt as though he had only realized the value of something he had taken for granted as a matter of course, only after it had been stolen from him.

The problem was that it was the kind of thing he could never get back, even if he asked for it.

‘Damn…’

Kneeling on the floor of the dry bathroom and agonizing, Lee Yuseong abruptly lifted his head. It was because of a knock.

“Lee Yuseong. You okay?”

The tone coming from beyond the door wasn’t particularly filled with worry. Rather, it was a manner of speaking that had a hint of playfulness in it. It was Choi Jigu.

“Did you rent out the bathroom? Come out quickly. Wooju hyung made dried pollack soup.”

The amusement in his voice was evident. Yuseong glared at the door for a moment before staggering to his feet. As he quietly listened, the presence soon faded away.

“Ha…”

Letting out a deep sigh, Yuseong washed his face with cold water.

‘What do I do.’

Lee Yuseong, who had been a virgin omega, had now become just an omega.

What ‘virginity’ signified for an omega living in this society was beyond imagination. It was a realm that alphas or betas could never dare understand. In truth, it was also a realm that Lee Yuseong, who had been living at a distance from people, hadn’t understood either, until the events of last night had occurred.

‘But I don’t want to ask directly…!’

Whether it was the boss, Kim Wooju, or Choi Jigu. No matter who the other party was. Lee Yuseong had absolutely, not one bit, not even a fingernail’s worth of courage to ask, ‘Did you sleep with me?’

‘Condom.’

A sudden, dizzying thought flashed through his mind. That thing one must absolutely be mindful of while living as an omega.

Lee Yuseong, who had only intended to wash his face and go out, stopped in front of the washbasin. Then he began quickly stripping off his clothes. The body reflected in the mirror was quite a sight. Bite marks and bruises remained here and there on his body. They were exactly the size of lips.

‘Hiiick…’

It’s 100%.

Acknowledging the cold reality once again, Yuseong shut his eyes tight and brought his hand downward.

…

It was 500%.

“That’s impossible…”

A hollow lament slipped through his lips. What was fortunate, at least, was that there was no need to clean up afterwards. Though that wasn’t something that could perfectly determine whether a condom had been used or not.

‘I’ll have to stop by a pharmacy on the way home.’

Yuseong, with a gloomy face, entered the shower booth. Warm water poured over his head.

It wasn’t that, as an omega living in modern society, he had been trying to preserve his chastity until he met someone with whom he would exchange imprints and marry.

But having now experienced an unintended loss, he felt somehow wronged.

He hadn’t dreamed of some grand first experience, but at the very least, he had thought his first time would be with a lover. Not rolling around in a state of unconsciousness with someone he couldn’t even remember.

Yuseong turned off the water and roughly dried himself off with a towel. He picked up his clothes, put them on, stood before the door, and slowly took deep breaths.

Beyond the door was ‘that problematic person who must not be spoken of.’

For now, he should keep quiet. It’s better to keep his mouth shut rather than ask first. He’ll assess the situation and then decide. And he’ll say he can’t do the part-time job anymore.

Having already had a company dinner, he felt pangs of conscience about running away. But he couldn’t possibly work face-to-face in the same workplace with a one-night stand.

Besides, everyone except Lee Yuseong was an extrovert, weren’t they. They were noisy, draining the soul right out of him, so he had definitely ended up drinking more than his usual limit.

Whether it was true or not, he had certainly been out of it. The drinking chant the three of them had collectively sung, making Lee Yuseong the fish on the cutting board, was vivid. Alcohol goes in, alcohol goes in, chug chug chug chug. It was a truly strange song. How long are you going to make me dance with my shoulders, look at my shoulders, they’re dislocated. Pay my hospital bill… It was because of that bizarre song, full of nonsensical threats, that he had no choice but to drink.

‘Right. Let’s bolt. And pretend it never happened.’

Once he had organized his thoughts, he felt much more at ease. With a resolution to think that he had never had such a thing as virginity from birth, Lee Yuseong flung the door open.

“Huhk!”

And then he immediately let out a startled cry.

A solid arm caught and supported his body as he fell backward, nearly collapsing. Choi Jigu, blinking in surprise, looked down at Lee Yuseong from up close.

“Goodness. You almost got badly hurt.”

“Tha. No.”

Who was the surprised one here? Lee Yuseong was not at fault. It was Choi Jigu who had been standing stock-still like a jangseung in front of the bathroom door.

Setting aside assigning blame, the posture was peculiar. Lee Yuseong, who had ended up in Choi Jigu’s arms, quickly straightened himself up. Choi Jigu clicked his tongue and rubbed the back of his own neck.

“Sorry for surprising you. You weren’t coming for so long, so I came to get you again, but looks like you even took a shower.”

It was an unexpected apology. Yuseong’s heart softened immediately. Lee Yuseong was quite lenient toward people who could admit their mistakes.

“…It’s okay.”

“Huh? Formal speech.”

“Yes?”

“We agreed to drop the formalities.”

Choi Jigu smiled good-naturedly and stepped aside from the door.

As Lee Yuseong, looking as if hearing this for the first time, exited the bathroom, Choi Jigu followed right on his heels.

“You don’t remember?”

In that instant, a chill ran down his spine.

You don’t remember, could it be?

Lee Yuseong stopped dead in his tracks and turned his head, causing Choi Jigu to flinch in alarm.

“Ah geez, why do you keep surprising people.”

The expression ‘don’t remember’ was bound to be a deep, deep trigger for Lee Yuseong. With a highly nervous heart, Yuseong studied Choi Jigu’s face.

Was Choi Jigu ‘that problematic person who must not be spoken of’?

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Beyond the glasses, Lee Yuseong’s gaze was intense.

At the stare looking straight up at him from close range, Choi Jigu subtly took a step back. Thanks to this, Lee Yuseong failed to notice the tips of his ears turning a faint red.

“If you don’t want to drop formalities, then don’t. It’s just that we agreed to since we’re the same year and same major.”

“Same year, same major?”

It wasn’t because of a heated night that we agreed to speak casually?

Lee Yuseong’s eyes narrowed.

“You don’t look like a freshman.”

“I am a freshman. Then I’ll just drop formalities with you, and you can keep using formal speech. I have nothing to lose.”

“I don’t want that.”

“What.”

Seeing Lee Yuseong quickly retort, Choi Jigu let out a short breath of laughter. Watching his kind, smiling face, Lee Yuseong turned his body around sharply.

‘Same year, same major?’

That meant even if he quit the part-time job, he would run into him coming and going.

Finding out Choi Jigu’s class schedule on the sly and picking only the classes he wasn’t taking was close to impossible. Most of all, the course registration and add/drop period had already passed.

“The soup’s all getting cold. Sit down, quickly.”

Kim Wooju, seated at the table, gestured. The boss, with a pale face, was mixing rice into the dried pollack soup and shoveling it down.

I’ll leave without eating. No, eat before you go. I’m not hungry. Think of the effort put into preparing it and eat before you go. Wanting to avoid even this kind of unnecessary conversation, Lee Yuseong obediently sat down at the table. In truth, he felt like he was being dragged to a slaughterhouse.

‘Is it not Choi Jigu?’

If he had done such a thing, unless he was a madman, wouldn’t he not suggest dropping formalities or act so friendly?

‘Kim Wooju hyung is…’

As of now, he was the most likely person. But there was nothing to be read from his seemingly harmless face.

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