My Alpha Era Began with Gongjindan Chapter 66

There’s a saying that people are scarier than ghosts. I tend to believe that quite firmly. Ghosts can at least be exorcised, but people are hard to get rid of.

Goosebumps rose on my forearms. The way his attitude flipped like a hand turning over just because things didn’t go his way—this is truly a frightening world.

All sorts of thoughts rushed through my mind, like a life flashing before my eyes before death.

Right now, we were on a congested road, and Park Seongjin was behind the wheel. I quickly surveyed my escape routes. In a physical confrontation, I was outmatched in weight class.

So, I had to smooth things over as best as possible. I looked at Park Seongjin with an awkward smile. I have to endure it. That bastard is a piece of shit, but he’s my mom’s friend’s son. Think of my mom….

“…That’s rather sudden. I’m a bit taken aback.”

“You’re really acting like a fool. Are you sure you’re an Omega?”

Can’t you tell?

I was about to lunge at Park Seongjin like my usual hot temper would dictate, but I couldn’t do something that dangerous on a city street, so I held back. After drawing the character for ‘endurance’ about seven times in my head, my anger subsided a little.

I was too complacent. Right, how rare are decent Alphas in this world? I let my guard down just because one mom’s friend’s son I happened to meet acted nice for a bit.

My mom might have chosen her friends well, but how could I know whether her friend did a good job raising their child?

On top of that, Park Seongjin was an excellent member of society, at least on the surface. Until he revealed his true nature like this, he just seemed like a well-off, good-natured dermatology clinic director.

“I sent you all those signals. And since you didn’t dodge, weren’t you interested in me?”

…When did he send signals?

Park Seongjin burst out laughing at my bewildered expression. It was a hearty laugh, but I was just dumbfounded. No matter how much I looked back, I couldn’t guess what signals he claimed to have given.

Is simply treating someone decently considered a signal these days? Sure, he listened to me well, and unlike his claim of liking tearjerkers, he sat through a movie he clearly wasn’t interested in. But that much is just basic courtesy toward another person.

If I’d said I liked horror movies, I would have chosen a horror movie regardless of my own tastes. I would have stayed until the end without leaving midway. I even paid for the coffee and the meal myself, just in case I got criticized later—so what exactly was he trying to do now?

“I didn’t know you’d play so hard to get just because you’re a bit pretty. I thought since you’re not a dominant but a fervent Omega, you’d be easier.”

“Excuse me?”

“Saying you don’t want to get married while coming to a blind date—isn’t that an obvious line? Plus, you turned it down once and then came back. I thought you were looking to have some fun too.”

“No, I’m not?”

Park Seongjin was clearly older than me, but I found it hard to keep up with people’s way of thinking these days. This is insane… It’s too open-minded.

I was truly confused. I learned for the first time today that saying you don’t want to get married at a blind date could be interpreted that way.

“Then why were you leaking pheromones all over the place? Whatever, forget it.”

“Th-there seems to have been some misunderstanding, but I have no intention of ‘having fun.’ Just drop me off somewhere nearby. I’ll make my own way.”

The past me who thought I could become good friends with Park Seongjin seemed like a madman. Why haven’t I changed at all since my college days?

Even in college, this kind of thing happened sometimes. There were at least three or four guys I thought were friends who would bring up my trait and ask, ‘Isn’t this what you wanted too?’

Baek Wonhee was one of them. In his case, he approached me thinking I was a Beta, and when he found out I was an Omega, he threw a one-man fit, drumming and dancing, claiming he’d been deceived.

“You really don’t want to have fun?”

“Do I look like I’m having fun right now?”

“Haha, you don’t seem scared at all, Yeonghwa.”

Park Seongjin, who had lost all sense of fear, provoked me. If I’d known this would happen, I should have brought my acupuncture needle case. I never imagined I’d actually need to stab a blind date with a needle.

Park Seongjin slowly released his pheromones. Since he was a dominant Alpha, he seemed to think he could overpower me with pheromonal hierarchy. Anyway, Alpha bastards always follow the same pattern.

“I bet you’re starting to feel like having some fun now.”

I don’t.

He clearly hadn’t listened to a word I’d said about the herbal medicine that suppresses heat cycles. I should have known—he was being too good a listener.

There’s no such thing as free kindness in this world, and I was too naive. I resolved to definitely tell my mom about this absurd situation. Mom! Your friend’s son is a piece of shit!

“Do you want to see me throw up in your car?”

I glared at Park Seongjin with a look of utter disgust.

This bastard probably wasn’t a first-timer at blind dates either. He must have been picking only Omegas with a certain level of social standing to meet this way.

When an Alpha who had been treating you well suddenly flips their attitude, most Omegas are helpless. Aside from pheromonal hierarchy, their physical weight class is just different to begin with.

On top of that, on the road, in a car, being hit with that kind of pheromone right next to you—it’s only a matter of time before you lose your mind. But I’m not your average Omega. I’m an Omega addicted to herbal medicine. I can endure most of it.

But I couldn’t help the nausea rising in my stomach. When I retched, Park Seongjin looked at me as if he found it incredible.

“You’re not passing out from this? The more I see you, the more I like you.”

“I’ll really throw up. Pick up your pheromones, hurry up.”

“Go ahead. If you do, we’ll just have a round in the car and then get it detailed.”

…What is this crazy bastard saying?

It was shocking that threatening to vomit wasn’t enough to intimidate him. No matter how I looked at it, it was an imported car—how much money must he have rotting away that a threat to vomit inside it didn’t work?

Watching him punch a nearby hotel address into the navigation made me genuinely miss my acupuncture needle case. If I only had my needle, I could show him the true face of an offensive-style Korean medicine doctor.

“Sex without mutual consent is a crime.”

“That’s only something you say among Betas.”

“Alphas and Omegas are the same, you know.”

“Once we get into the hotel, you’ll want it too, anyway.”

When I quickly raised my phone to dial 112, Park Seongjin laughed out loud.

“You’re so naive. We just had a blind date, I’m an Alpha, and you’re an Omega. Do you really think the police would even show up in a situation like this?”

It pissed me off, but he was right.

Even if the police did bother to come, if Park Seongjin insisted it was ‘consensual,’ there was a high chance they’d just leave. Because, as Park Seongjin said, it was a situation that ‘could be’ interpreted that way.

After hesitating, I dialed a different number instead of 112.

“I told you, reporting won’t do any good.”

“I’m not reporting.”

I’m sending a rescue request.

I leaned my forehead against the car window and slowly took deep breaths. I’m not even in my ninth year of bad luck yet, but my life is already this rough—my fortune teller chart must have some serious obstacles in it.

∞ ∞ ∞

Nam Jungyoon and Moon Yeonghwa were senior and junior from college who’d met through a group project. When Nam Jungyoon first saw Moon Yeonghwa, he was a sophomore in university.

Nam Jungyoon’s first impression of Moon Yeonghwa was ‘a runaway locomotive for group projects.’ No matter what group project it was, he always ended up as the leader.

Moreover, he didn’t care at all if someone ghosted. If others wouldn’t do it, he’d do it himself. He’d work hard on even the other guys’ share to further his own development. Nam Jungyoon thought Moon Yeonghwa was crazy. A crazy guy obsessed with grades….

Anyway, the group project that started with four people at the beginning of the semester ended up with only Moon Yeonghwa and Nam Jungyoon surviving by the end of the semester. One was absent due to his grandfather’s ancestral rites, and the other was absent claiming food poisoning from raw oysters.

The absurd part was that those weren’t even excuses—they were all true. Nam Jungyoon was so dumbfounded he couldn’t speak. What kind of group project luck is this?

But Moon Yeonghwa seemed unperturbed by the members’ desertion. What can you do if it’s ancestral rites? What can you do if they’re sick!

Moon Yeonghwa looked at Nam Jungyoon and said this.

‘Still, at least this semester, one more person survived besides me. I thought I’d be doing it all alone again this time.’

At that moment, Nam Jungyoon realized it. Just how terrible Moon Yeonghwa’s luck with people was.

In fact, it was hard not to notice. Having spent a semester together, Moon Yeonghwa just had a lot of adversity in his life. It wasn’t even great adversity—just petty things like an early-submitted report suddenly disappearing, or a professor who’d promised to acknowledge attendance going back on their word.

But that kind of adversity is always the most irritating. On top of that, Moon Yeonghwa got into trouble just by breathing. Nam Jungyoon thought that was quite a talent in itself.

It wouldn’t be easy to have that many enemies while living diligently with such a delicate face. Nam Jungyoon clicked his tongue at the numerous classmates and seniors who would gnash their teeth at the mere sight of Moon Yeonghwa.

Still, everyone secretly wanted to get close to Moon Yeonghwa. After all, anyone could see that Moon Yeonghwa had something special about him.

But Moon Yeonghwa coolly ignored everyone who tried to act friendly toward him. That took some serious nerve.

“I knew this would happen to me….”

Is this guy my nemesis or my director….

[I think my blind date is crazy]

[Save me, Jungyoon]

[Come quicklyyyyy]

[Absolute secret from Jung Pureum]

Even after graduating college, Moon Yeonghwa’s luck remained consistently bad. Nam Jungyoon was confident he’d believe it if someone said Moon Yeonghwa had used up all his luck bewitching Jung Pureum.

What are the odds that a blind date with your mom’s friend’s son would turn out to be a crazy person?

Ignoring Moon Yeonghwa’s message that it was an absolute secret from Jung Pureum, Nam Jungyoon forwarded the hotel address Moon Yeonghwa had left to Jung Pureum.

By then, he’d already told Jung Pureum everything that morning. They’d even promised that Nam Jungyoon would let him know once he found out the blind date location.

It was unfair to Moon Yeonghwa, but Nam Jungyoon was on Jung Pureum’s side. Kim Miyoung felt the same way. Moon Yeonghwa needed Jung Pureum. Someone who could support him from the side, someone solid enough to hold him up even if he crumbled.

[I’m on my way]

[Just report it separately later]

Even after reading Moon Yeonghwa’s message that his blind date was crazy, Jung Pureum remained quite calm.

Nam Jungyoon let out a deep sigh. This is why he’d told him not to go on a blind date in the first place…. A man with such terrible luck only had courage to his name, which was the real problem.