Judo Club's Jeon Seon-bae
※Contains a lot of profanity. It may contain elements that may cause trauma, so please be aware before reading.※
After training, I was coming out of the shower. I roughly wringed out my wet hair with a towel and walked towards the training grounds. I saw a familiar face standing with Jungkook.
"Oppa, are you really not going to see me like this?!"
It was Yoon Yeo-ju.
"Sigh... I told you to be quiet. Why do the rhythmic gymnastics club keep coming to the judo club training center?"
"Then please contact me! Why can't I contact you? Not through KakaoTalk, not through phone calls, not even through text messages!"
"I blocked you. Even if you change your number, I'll keep blocking you, so don't do anything useless."
"Oppa!!!!"
Yoon Yeo-ju screamed as if possessed by evil. Jeong-gook scrunched his face and tried to move away, but Yoon Yeo-ju grabbed him before he could even take two steps. Yoon Yeo-ju, clinging to Jeong-gook's arm, burst into tears.
"You like me, oppa... You bought me a cake for my birthday, we traveled together when I was an adult, you even told me I was pretty... You said you wanted us to go to the same school...!!!!"
"Haa... When on earth do you talk about enemies? Stop it, please."
"I'd die without you, oppa... You know I can't live without you, right... Right?"
"Yoon Yeo-ju. Do it properly."
Jungkook slapped Yoon Yeo-ju's hand away with a loud bang. Jungkook's face, hardened with a fierce expression, expressed his current emotions. Unable to say anything in that atmosphere, Yeo-ju was about to leave when, as he turned his head, Yeo-ju came into view.Lady.Jungkook called Yeoju.
"Where are you going alone? You should go eat."
"Uh... that's..."
"Daeshik went first. We can go by ourselves."
Before she could say anything, Jeongguk approached her and gently grabbed her wrist. Since they had never had physical contact before, except during training, Yeoju opened her eyes wide and followed Jeongguk as he led her.The heroine...? The heroine is me!!Yoon Yeo-ju, who had come running in one stride, blocked Jeong-guk's path and struck down Yeo-ju's wrist, which Jeong-guk was holding onto.
"Hey, are you crazy?"
"Why is she the heroine? I'm the heroine!!"
"Why are you like this, seriously!!"
"She has many nicknames, so why do you call her Yeoju!! Dokjong, Goguryeo, whatever you want, call her that. I'm the only one who's going to be Yeoju to you, oppa!!!"
At Yoon Yeo-ju's words, both Jeong-guk and Yeo-ju's faces hardened simultaneously. Until then, I hadn't met Yoon Yeo-ju in private, so I hadn't realized her personality was like this. But now that I looked at her, she seemed like a child. Just like last time, and this time, too, Yeo-ju had been able to roughly infer what Yoon Yeo-ju had thought of her from what she said.
Like other women, Yoon Yeo-ju also experienced comparisons from time to time. I don't know who was portrayed as positive and who as negative, but it seems certain that after Jeong-guk returned, the comparisons had a significant impact.
Unlike the female protagonist, who humbly accepts comparisons with repeated recognition, Yoon Yeo-ju can't stand it. Seeing her beloved Jeong-guk spending time with her makes her even more disgusted.
"Excuse me. Ms. Yoon Yeo-ju."
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, the female protagonist stepped forward. Yoon Yeo-ju's eyes, red with blood, turned to the female protagonist.
"I understand that you're upset because you're constantly being compared to me, and because I hang out with senior Jeongguk. But this isn't the right way to handle it."
"what?"
"I'm also a heroine. You're called Yoon Yeo-ju, and I'm called Go Yeo-ju. If I want to be called by my own name, do I have to ask for your permission?"
"Be quiet. Don't interfere!"
"Even now!! I get called by nicknames more than my name. Like the ones you just mentioned. If I do even one thing that makes you look bad! You get called Goguryeo because you're worse than Yoon Yeo-ju!"
Yeoju's shoulders rose and fell repeatedly, trembling. She hadn't intended to get this excited, but all the sadness she'd accumulated over the years burst out. After a brief silence, Yoon Yeoju, who had been mulling over Yeoju's words, let out a hollow laugh and ran a hand through her hair. Even at this moment, Yoon Yeoju was annoyingly pretty.
"You, are you like this because I stole Seokjin oppa?"
"what?"
"Okay, then you take it. You don't need it anymore since Jungkook oppa is back."
"...hey."
"So now, Jungkook oppa, just let go. I'm the only one who gives it to Jungkook oppa."
The eyes of the female protagonist, which had been burning hotly as if they were about to burst into flames, suddenly cooled down. She was angry that Seokjin was thought of as a substitute for Jeongguk, but she was even more angry at the way Yoon Yeoju treated Jeongguk as an object.Senior... Senior, what kind of person are you to me? How dare you talk like that.
"...You just made a mistake."
The heroine's eyes gleamed as she gazed at Yoon Yeo-ju. Her voice, lowered in tone than usual, struck Yoon Yeo-ju squarely.
“Senior Jungkook has never been mine, and I’ve never thought of him as mine.”
"...."
"I'll try that from now on."
"...what?"
"I'll cherish you fiercely. I'll never hand over my position to someone like you, who only thinks of people that way."
Yeoju grabbed Jeongguk's hand, as if to show off. Jeongguk looked at her with astonishment. Yeoju, clutching Jeongguk's hand so tightly that it cut off blood flow, stared intently at Yoon Yeoju until the very last moment she turned around and left the school.
"If you want to be loved, you have to fix that rotten mind."
"...."
"I'm giving you advice as a fellow female protagonist. Yoon Yeo-ju."
* * *
"-day and night."
"...."
"My lady."
"Uh, yeah? Yes?"
"Where are you going? There aren't even streetlights here."
When Jungkook grabbed Yeoju's hand and called her name, he finally came to his senses and raised his head, looking around. The sky had already darkened, and the street was devoid of streetlights. He had been so absentminded that even Yeoju, who had walked before him, was unfamiliar with this place.
ah....Feeling sorry for Jungkook, who couldn't eat or go home because of her, she couldn't open her mouth and lowered her head again. She raised her hand to brush away the hair tickling her face in the night breeze, but something came up with it. Realizing it was Jungkook's hand, Yeoju jerked her hand away. No, she tried to pull it away. If only Jungkook hadn't grabbed her so tightly.
"S, seme... that, hand..."
"I was so out of it that I didn't even realize I was holding your hand."
"Sorry, sorry..."
"Don't your legs hurt? We walked here for an hour."
Without letting go of the hand they were holding, he raised his other hand and tucked a strand of hair obscuring Yeoju's view behind her ear. The action felt so natural that Yeoju, who had been watching blankly, unconsciously held her breath at the feeling of his fingertips brushing against her earlobe.
Even in this midst, Yeoju's hand still touched Jeongguk's. The warmth of their grip, so strong it obscured the cool night air, made her bite her lip. She didn't know why she felt so nervous. She'd reached out and helped up hundreds of times to anyone, male or female, who'd fallen during training.
"That...senpai."
"huh."
Is it because of my mood? For some reason, Jeongguk's face looks bright.
"I apologize for what I said to Yoon Yeo-ju earlier. I'm sorry."
"Huh? What kind?"
"Just... saving fiercelyI see...."
"...."
"I can't... I can't get past you, seniorIt's long...."
"...."
"That... thing I saidListen...."
The female protagonist's voice, as she continued speaking, grew fainter, and her gaze finally turned to the floor. A reddened earlobe, peeking through her hair, caught Jungkook's eye. Jungkook desperately suppressed the urge to immediately lock her in his arms, and swallowed the smile threatening to escape his lips. He couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from twitching.
"I'm sorry. I don't want to accept an apology."
"yes?"
"Keep your word to Yoon Yeo-ju. Cherish her fiercely and don't let her pass you by."
"What... does that mean..."
"Additionally, it's a good idea to keep thinking about what I just said."
"...."
The woman looked up at Jeongguk, her eyes blinking. Jeongguk looked down at her, closed his eyes, and smiled. The surroundings were dark enough to obscure her vision, but Jeongguk held her hand and wouldn't let go, so they drew closer, allowing her to see his smiling face in one glance.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
I'm trembling. This distance, this moment, to Jeongguk, who is holding my hand.
"You don't know the way around here?"
"...."
"Let's go. I'll take you there."
With the force of gently pulling the hand she was holding, the female protagonist had no choice but to be dragged helplessly by Jeongguk.
Like a compass that has lost its direction.
Like a compass that points only to the political situation.
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