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YPT 06

YPT

Chapter 6

Yeon-ha’s cheeks flushed bright red — as if she had just been asked “Wanna come in for a bowl of ramen?”

By nature, Ji-an was cold and distant toward others. That detached manner extended to Yeon-ha as well, and she had never once crossed the invisible line he had drawn between them.

That was why she couldn’t understand why he suddenly told her, “If you’ve missed the last bus, just come to my place.”

Just a little while ago, he had said with absolute certainty that he didn’t like her — so how could she simply follow him home now as if nothing had changed?

“Is it because I said I don’t like him anymore? So he feels safe now?”

But no, it didn’t feel like mere kindness.
Whether it was the alcohol or Ji-an’s sudden suggestion, Yeon-ha’s heart thudded uncontrollably in her chest as she waved her hands firmly.

“No! I could never! How could I possibly stay at your place,”

Ji-an’s lips curved upward in amusement.

“Your body and heart both seem eager to go, though.”

Yeon-ha couldn’t refute that.

After all, she had barely slept the night before, spent the morning working part-time, finished their group project in the afternoon, then rushed off to teach two tutoring sessions before showing up for the team dinner.

Her body, running purely on willpower and caffeine, wanted nothing more than to sink into a soft bed — not another sleepless night in the campus library.

And her heart, still tethered to Ji-an, longed to follow him despite her better judgment.

Ji-an leaned back casually.

“Alright then, since your body and heart have already decided, let’s try convincing your reason. You’ve got three choices, Park Yeon-ha.
One, walk thirty minutes to the library and spend the night there.
Two, pay for a taxi with both late-night and regional surcharges.
Three, stay for free at your handsome senior’s place — you can even take a shower.
So, which one?”

There was only one sensible answer, and Yeon-ha wasn’t stupid.

Caught between nervous excitement and a sense of foreboding, she bit her lip, raised her hand, and extended three fingers.

Ji-an smiled.

“Smart girl, Park Yeon-ha.”

That dazzling smile lasted only a heartbeat before he turned and started walking toward his apartment. Yeon-ha followed quietly, her steps small and uncertain.


* * *

Ji-an’s apartment was on the top floor of an upscale officetel building — far more spacious than Yeon-ha had expected.

The high ceiling gave it a luxurious feel. The upper loft was a private library, while the lower floor held two bedrooms, a living room, kitchen, and bath.

He led her into a simple room furnished only with a bed and a wardrobe, then went to his own room and returned with a plain white T-shirt and a pair of shorts.

“Here. Wear these to sleep.”

“Oh— thank you for even lending me clothes.”

The clothes smelled faintly of the same soft fabric-softener scent that always lingered on him. As Yeon-ha hugged the clothes against her chest, Ji-an, unprompted, answered the question she hadn’t asked.

“It’s the room my younger sibling uses sometimes.”

“Ah, I see.”

So that’s why there was an extra bed in a single man’s place.

‘He has a sibling. A sister maybe? The bedding doesn’t really give it away…’

She looked around idly, then asked, half-curious, half-teasing,

”is your family rich?”

“Yeah.”

He didn’t even bother to deny it.

Yeon-ha’s lips parted, then closed again. The honesty made him seem even more distant — like someone she could never have.

‘Another reason to give up on him,’ she thought bitterly.

Ji-an turned to leave, telling her she could shower and sleep since it was just his sibling’s room. But Yeon-ha stopped him, hugging the borrowed clothes tighter.

“What if I sneak into your room at night and
 you know, pounce on you? Still gonna let me stay?”

Her tone was half-playful, but Ji-an merely smirked, tilting his head slightly as his gaze met hers.

“Do you really think I’d be the one pinned under you? Considering the size and strength difference?”

Yeon-ha glanced up. He was at least a head taller, with broad shoulders and a body honed from regular workouts. One push from him and she’d be helpless.

“If I ever end up beneath you, Park Yeon-ha
 it’ll be because I let it happen. Not because you wanted it.”

“So wake up from that dream.”

Then, with a small smile, he reached out and pressed his finger gently between her furrowed brows to smooth the wrinkle there — and walked out before she could answer.

Left alone, Yeon-ha pouted, hugging the clothes even tighter.

‘He really doesn’t see me as a woman at all, does he?’

No wonder he could invite her over so easily in the middle of the night.

She’d been planning to give up anyway, yet somehow the thought still stung.


* * *

The bathroom was unexpectedly large for a single man’s apartment — spotless, and it smelled nice.

When she spotted the same shampoo and body wash scent that clung to him, her cheeks flamed.

‘If I use this, will I smell like him too?’

Heat flooded her face, her pulse quickening uncontrollably.
She shook her head violently, then stepped into the wide tub and turned on the cold water.

Anything to chase away the lingering intoxication — and the sinful thoughts creeping in with it.


* * *

The next morning, Ji-an woke earlier than usual.

All night, he had regretted his impulsive decision to invite her over.

Sometime in the middle of the night, Yeon-ha had knocked lightly on his door. Without waiting for permission, she cracked it open just enough to peek her head in.

He had been sitting against the headboard, tablet in hand.

“Sleep well,” she’d said softly before disappearing back into her room.

Her hair had still been damp, clinging to her shoulders beneath the oversized white shirt. Her cheeks were flushed — maybe from the shower, maybe from the leftover alcohol — and her lips had looked soft, faintly glistening.

Something stirred deep inside him, heat blooming where it shouldn’t.

He had escaped into the bathroom to cool down, only to be met with thick steam and that familiar scent — except now it wasn’t just his scent. It was mixed, somehow changed.

He exhaled heavily.

“Ha
”

When he looked down, his body betrayed him — rigid, uncomfortably so.

How could he react like this
 to her?

It infuriated him. That innocent girl who’d once chased after him like a puppy — and now his body had the audacity to respond to her?

Even worse, the faint sound of movement from her room had been enough to set him off again.

I’m not this easy. I’m not.

He had spent the rest of the night in self-disgust, neither working nor sleeping, simply staring at the ceiling until dawn.

Now, with a throbbing head, he went to the kitchen for a glass of cold water — and noticed a small note left on the counter.


[Thank you for the free lodging, senior! You’ll be blessed for this ♡
I didn’t know what to do with the clothes, so I left them neatly folded.
If you want them washed, bring them to me — I’ll return them clean!]


The handwriting was neat and tidy, just like her.

Ji-an opened the door to the guest room. The bed was perfectly made, not a wrinkle in sight. On top of it lay the clothes she’d worn, carefully folded.

She was gone. At six in the morning.

He looked back down at the note, lips twitching faintly.


[P.S.
You really shouldn’t invite strange women home so easily.
You’re lucky it was me — or you might’ve regretted it.]


Who’s the one doing the tolerating here?

Ji-an reread the words, then crumpled the note in his hand.

The faint scent that lingered in the room — his and hers, mingled together — seemed to mock him.

He picked up the white T-shirt she had worn, intending to toss it into the laundry room, but stopped midway.

He felt himself harden again — unreasonably, annoyingly.

With a low curse, he sat down on the edge of the bed.

The shirt smelled stronger here — her scent mixed with his, faint yet unmistakable.

He pressed the fabric to his face, eyes shutting against the wave of imagery it brought: Yeon-ha, hair damp, skin glistening, cheeks flushed.

A tremor ran through him.

The guilt came swiftly after — guilt and self-loathing for letting his mind wander there, to a girl who had once looked up to him like a star.

His breath came faster.

Finally, Ji-an exhaled sharply and wiped his hand with the shirt before tossing it aside — the white cotton now wrinkled in his fist.

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Younger People’s Tastes

Younger People’s Tastes

연하의 ì·ší–„
Score 9.8
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2025 Native Language: korean

Synopsis

“I’ll confess exactly three times! If you don’t accept me after that, I’ll give up cleanly!”

Despite that bold declaration, Yeon-ha, the younger one, never once confessed to Ji-an.
Because deep down, he was sure—Ji-an would never accept his feelings.
And besides, he told himself, he didn’t have the time or luxury for something as frivolous as love.

Yet, somehow, Yeon-ha tamed Ji-an.

To the point where waking up in the morning felt strange if the first thing she saw on her phone wasn’t his name.

“Congratulations, senior. I’m not going to like you anymore.”
“...What, did you find someone else better-looking than me?”
“Impossible! There’s no one in the world more handsome than you! It’s just— I need another part-time job, and I don’t have time to chase after you anymore.”

He was the type who put his whole heart into everything — studies, work, even one-sided love.
So Ji-an decided to show him a final bit of mercy.

“Wanna come over to my place?”


Ha, damn it. Park Yeon-ha, that crazy kid.

Pretending to be asleep, Ji-an had deliberately turned her head toward him on the bed.
Judging from Yeon-ha’s usual behavior, she expected he’d just stare at her face for a while and leave it at that.

“But a kiss? Really?”

She knew he was daring, but she hadn’t known he could be this audacious.

At this rate, Ji-an thought—
either she’d end up devouring Yeon-ha,
or Yeon-ha would devour her.

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