Waiting For Your Reincarnation Chapter 93

After a brief conversation with Laurendia, Yeon-young returned to Ryu Won’s house. As she looked out the window, the sun had already set.

 

Yeon-young took off her uniform coat and let out a shallow breath. It was like pulling out a tooth that had been bothering her for a while.

 

“Why is it so quiet?”

 

By this time, Ryu Won had already left the center and was on his way back, for overtime was a foreign word in his life.

 

Usually, when Yeon-young came home from work late, he would be waiting for her with a meal of her favorite side dishes.

 

Now that Ryu Won was Woojin, a lot of things made sense.

 

Things like the phrases that popped out of his mouth and his diet of Yeon-young’s favorite side dishes.

 

Being good at Korean food must have had something to do with it.

 

But inside the house with the lights off, it was eerily quiet. There was no hustle or bustle.

 

“I was the first one here…”

 

After she decided to stay, she immediately thought of Ryu Won. He was the one who had held her back the most.

 

Now that she was determined to fit in at Tanato, she needed to dig deeper into her memories.

 

Yeon-young dragged her tired legs and plopped down on the living room couch. She hadn’t even turned on the light.

 

She had no idea where he’d gone. She thought about opening her bracelet and trying to communicate, but shook her head.

 

He never left without telling her, so he’d be back soon. She got up to wash up.

 

“What’s that?”

 

It was then that Yeon-young’s eyes caught sight of a black aura rising from the far corner of the first-floor room.

 

It was a Snarl’s aura, and she felt her heart sink to the bottom of her stomach.

 

In her mind’s eye, she saw the scene of Ryu Won’s core being stained with black energy.

 

‘Could that be Ryu Won’s, and that’s why he wasn’t in the living room?’

 

With quick steps, she reached the front of the room on the first floor. Without hesitation, she grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.

 

The innermost room on the first floor was the one she had never seen before. It was probably Ryu Won’s study.

 

“There’s no one here.”

 

No one was in the room, even though she thought something had happened to Ryu Won, but she could still feel the black aura in her eyes.

 

She walked over and approached the source of the energy, which was thickly embedded in the bottom drawer of Ryu Won’s desk.

 

“Can I open it?”

 

Yeon-young crouched down in front of the drawer and pondered. She thought for a long time, but she couldn’t bring herself to touch it. It was a strange feeling, like opening Pandora’s box.

 

After a while, she made up her mind, reached for the drawer, and slowly opened it.

 

“What the…, what is this?”

 

As soon as she opened the drawer door, acrid smoke billowed out. She frowned slightly, waved her hand in the air, and the smoke quickly blew away.

 

Inside the drawer was a golden key and a mask. Both of these items were stained with Snarl’s aura.

 

“Uh…”

 

Yeon-young took the key in her hand and looked at the black mask.

 

The black aura faded away, revealing the mask’s appearance clearly.

 

A geometric pattern with the letter N jumbled together, invisible from a distance, but revealing up close.

 

She quickly checked the keys. It was engraved with the same symbol.

 

She’d seen this familiar symbol and the black mask before.

 

The strange symbols she’d seen on the day of the celebration, before she’d fallen into the sinkhole, and the black mask Lee Daeheon had worn. Negro, who came to destroy the world.

 

These were all items related to Negro.

 

“Why is this in Ryu Won’s room…”

 

Yeon-young’s fingertips trembled.

 

Memories from the northwestern mountain fields flooded her mind, swirling through her mind.

 

The image of him threatening the White Slys in the temple kept coming back.

 

“Is there any point in leaving this world the way it is?” he asked.

 

“Is it so wrong for me to reassemble such a narrow-minded world?”

 

Ryu Won’s voice mingled with Daeheon’s.

 

A new hypothesis formed in her mind.

 

Ryu Won could have something to do with Negro.

 

Yeon-young ran a hand through her throbbing head and tried to pull herself together.

 

It was only a hypothesis, not a certainty.

 

“Let’s stay awake.”

 

Just then, she saw a white core moving outside the room. Ryu Won had returned home.

 

Startled, Yeon-young dropped the mask onto the dresser.

 

She quickly slammed the chest of drawers shut and crept out of the room. She made her way to the living room, trying to sort through her confused emotions.

 

He was leaning back on the couch, unclothed and haphazardly stretched out. She had never seen him like this before.

 

‘What happened out there…’

 

He covered his face with his arms, his expression unreadable.

 

Yeon-young cautiously approached him and touched his arm with her index finger. His body flinched ever so slightly, but that was all.

 

She shook her head and grabbed his arm once more. Then Ryu Won lowered his arm.

His transparent, abyssal eyes looked at Yeon-young.

 

“Why do I miss you every time?”

 

“Is it you, Mr. Ryu Won?”

 

“Just when I think I can reach you, you keep pulling away. Why are we like this?”

 

“…….”

 

“You’re the one being greedy, not me.”

 

He continued, his voice filled with desperation.

 

It sounded like he was talking to Yeon-young, but he was also talking to himself.

 

Ryu Won dried his face and buried himself deeper into the couch.

 

Yeon-young, who had been listening to him silently, opened her mouth.

 

“Why do you think that?”

 

“Just looking at you makes me want to be greedy. I feel so sorry for those years I spent like that.”

 

“…….”

 

“But I can’t get you out of my hands, so I wonder if it’s true. Then I want to lock you up, I want to smash you, I want to destroy everything except you.”

 

“That’s scary.”

 

“…Don’t be scared, I can’t beat you anyway.”

 

Ryu Won felt like he was being pushed to the edge of a cliff. The watery voice amplified Yeon-young’s anxiety.

 

She tightened her grip on Ryu Won’s arm. Ryu Won’s closed eyes slowly began to open again.

 

“What is there between us?”

 

Yeon-young swallowed her question, loosened her grip on his arm, and slowly stepped back.

 

At that moment, a clear glint appeared in Ryu Won’s eyes. The focus that had been pointing into thin air came into focus on Yeon-young.

 

He leapt to his feet and quickly grabbed her arm, pulling her toward him.

 

He stood up and quickly grabbed her arm, pulling her toward him.

 

“Hmph.”

 

“Yeon-young?”

 

Yeon-young’s back touched the surface of the couch. Ryu Won was on top of her, staring at her blankly.

 

Ryu Won pursed his lips several times but said nothing.

 

Feeling awkward in his arms, Yeon-young gently pushed Ryu Won’s arm away.

 

He stroked her forehead, then her nose, then her lips with a very careful touch.

 

Every time his hot hand touched her face, she felt her heart revitalize. Her breath caught in her throat.

 

Whether he knew what she was thinking or not, Ryu Won closed the distance between them.

 

“I’m suffocating, please move away.”

 

“Are you Yeon-young?”

 

“Yes, if you’re looking for Kim Yeon-young, it’s me.”

 

“Why…why are you here, didn’t you go with the pink-haired one?”

 

“You mean Ms. Laurendia?”

 

“Yes.”

 

He gave a small nod of his head and buried his face in Yeon-young’s shoulder.

 

The scent of Ryu Won’s body lingered on the tip of her nose, and she felt like she was in Tanato Field.

 

His breath tickled the nape of her neck, and her sides felt like they were being tickled.

 

“Gone.”

 

“But why are you here? I thought you were gone, and I will never see you again…”

 

“I came back. I was told not to leave you.”

 

At her feeble reply, Ryu Won tightened his grip and hugged her tightly.

 

Yeon-young was now buried in his arms.

 

As he savored her scent deeply, he slowly lifted his head, as if time had stopped.

 

His eyes, white and brilliant in the moonlight streaming through the window, were filled with tears.

 

Yeon-young stirred slightly and reached her hand up to his face. She gently touched the mole under his right eye.

 

He closed his eyes, resting his face in her hand.

 

Yeon-young looked at her hand. There was nothing on them.

 

“You asked me to choose,” she said, “so I did, because I think this is where I belong.”

 

“…….”

 

“So, can you tell me? How to get to the temple.”