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YPT 08

YPT

Chapter 8

Late morning, after finishing her shift at the café near campus, Yeon-ha was on her way to her first class when someone called her name.

It was a senior — a girl from the year above her.

The senior’s face was visibly tense, filled with irritation. Before Yeon-ha could even figure out what was going on, the girl grabbed her wrist and dragged her behind one of the lecture buildings where few people passed.

“Uh
 good morning, Joo-yeon senior. Is it
 a good morning?”

Judging by the senior’s expression, it clearly wasn’t.
Yeon-ha trailed off awkwardly, wondering why she had been pulled into such a secluded spot.

‘Does this university have bullies? Is she going to ask for money? But I don’t even have any
 would she hit me if I said that?’

She barely finished the thought when Joo-yeon stepped in close — uncomfortably close — and sniffed her hair.

Startled, Yeon-ha instinctively took a step back.

“W–what are you doing?”

Joo-yeon didn’t answer right away. She bit her lip, eyes narrowing in anger, before finally spitting out,

“You’ve got some nerve, huh? I heard you were a freak, but now you’re even using the same shampoo as Ji-an senior?”

“Huh? Oh. Oh, crap.”

Yeon-ha’s jaw dropped. Of all the ways to get caught after sleeping over at Ji-an’s place, this was not how she had imagined it.

Her tiny gasp — halfway between a groan and a sigh — only seemed to make things worse.

“That’s stalking! You know that, right? The last time you passed by, I thought, ‘That’s weird, she smells just like Ji-an senior,’ but I let it slide. And now you smell like him again? Not every day, just sometimes — like you’re doing it on purpose to get people talking! What, trying to make it look like you slept with him or something? Are you insane?”

Apparently, Joo-yeon had reached her own wild conclusion: that Yeon-ha was deliberately using Ji-an’s shampoo sometimes, just to create rumors that she’d been at his place.

From Yeon-ha’s perspective, the misunderstanding was almost convenient.
So she didn’t bother denying it.

‘If she wants to think that, fine by me.’

“You’ve been getting too bold lately, you know that? You’re just a freshman, but you’ve been flirting with Ji-an senior like crazy. People thought it was cute, so they let it slide, but don’t push it. Everyone knows I’ve had dibs on him since forever. Ji-an senior is mine. So stay away.”

Yeon-ha had to physically bite her tongue to stop herself from laughing out loud.

There were so many factual errors in that one statement that she didn’t even know where to begin.

First of all, Joo-yeon wasn’t the one who “let it slide.”
When Yeon-ha had publicly announced she was going to confess to Ji-an, the person who’d been on the receiving end — and therefore the one with any right to decide how to react — had been Ji-an himself.

‘Not that I ever actually planned to confess, but still.’

Back then, and now, her true intentions were known only to her.

She gave a quiet laugh under her breath.

Second, if we were talking about who had claimed Ji-an, the list extended well beyond the department — practically the entire university had self-declared crushes on him.

And out of all of them, the most famous case
 was actually Yeon-ha herself.

Thanks to her infamous “confession notice” at the freshman retreat, more people knew Yeon-ha was after Ji-an than even remembered Joo-yeon’s existence.

And third — that one, she decided, had to be corrected.

Without a word, she pulled out her phone, scrolled through her contacts, and pressed a number.

The line rang.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Jang-hoon sunbae. It’s Yeon-ha. Is Ji-an senior with you right now?”

Ji-an had never actually given her his number, but she didn’t need it.
If Ji-an was on campus, there was about an 80% chance he’d be with Jang-hoon — so she went for the sure bet.

And just as she expected, Jang-hoon answered flatly,

“Yeah, he’s here. Why?”

“Could you hand him the phone for a second?”

Without asking why, Jang-hoon wordlessly passed the phone over.

And Ji-an, without even needing to ask who was on the other end, spoke in his usual curt tone.

“What.”

“Joo-yeon senior is currently asserting ownership rights over you, Ji-an senior. Is that something you’ve mutually agreed on?”

Yeon-ha’s eyes never left Joo-yeon’s face as she spoke.

The color drained from the older girl’s cheeks. She opened her mouth, then froze — realizing that if she said anything, Ji-an would hear every word through the speaker.

His voice came through a second later, low and annoyed.

“What kind of bullshit are you talking about? Hang up.”

Click.

Yeon-ha frowned slightly at the disconnected tone, then looked back up.

“You heard him, right?”

“Y-you
 You’re actually insane! How could you just call him like that?!”

Joo-yeon’s voice cracked in disbelief.

Yeon-ha smiled sweetly.

“Well, they don’t call me a psycho for nothing, do they?”

“Unbelievable. What is wrong with you?”

Maybe it was the smile — the bright, utterly unbothered smile — but something in Yeon-ha’s face must have unsettled Joo-yeon.

She couldn’t say another word. She just spun on her heel and hurried away, her steps quick and clumsy with panic.

Yeon-ha watched her retreat, sighed lightly, and stuck her tongue out.

“See? You don’t mess with a psycho, senior.”

Not that the warning would ever reach her.

By the time Yeon-ha whispered it, Joo-yeon was already gone — her silhouette shrinking into the distance.

Yeon-ha gave a small, self-satisfied grin before heading off in the opposite direction.

‘Anyway, if I’m going to keep staying at Ji-an senior’s place, I should really buy my own shampoo.’

Carrying her toiletries around every time was a hassle, so she decided to just have them delivered straight to his apartment.

She opened the shopping app, efficiently added her favorite shampoo and body wash to the cart, and checked out.

Because, in her mind, there was no longer any option to stop relying on Ji-an.

She trusted — absolutely — that he would never lay a hand on her.

And besides, his apartment was warm, comfortable, and close to campus.

He hadn’t exactly told her she could keep coming, but
 the second time she’d asked to stay, he hadn’t said no.

To her, that counted as tacit permission.

Before Ji-an, whenever she missed the last bus, she’d spent the night at the campus library — alone, shivering, surrounded by the eerie quiet.

It was cold, uncomfortable, and sometimes terrifying.
Not just because the place was empty — but because she was never sure it was.

Yet she kept working late, kept missing the bus, because she needed the money.

So when Ji-an had offered, “If you miss the last one, just come to my place,” it had felt like salvation.

‘That’s why I can’t — I mustn’t ever confess again. I have to let this go.’

It would be wrong to burden the person who had rescued her.

And now that she was taking on more shifts, she’d be missing the bus even more often. Losing Ji-an — or his home — wasn’t an option.

Conveniently enough, the timing of her “I don’t like you anymore” declaration and Ji-an’s “come over if you need” offer had overlapped perfectly.

So she had her own interpretation.

‘He only invited me because I said I didn’t like him anymore.’

Which only made it more important to keep her distance — to draw a clean, safe line between them.

If she wanted to keep her little sanctuary

she had to protect it.


* * *

Meanwhile, back in the lecture hall — Ji-an tossed Jang-hoon’s phone back at him with a flick of his wrist.

He’d hung up the call the moment he realized what it was about, but the speaker volume had been loud enough for Jang-hoon to catch every word.

Jang-hoon was grinning like an idiot.

“What’s so funny?” Ji-an asked flatly.

“Maybe if you picked one girl and stuck with her, you wouldn’t have to deal with crap like this.”

Ji-an gave him a sharp glare.

“What kind of logic is that? You’re supposed to date someone you like, not just whoever’s convenient.”

Jang-hoon chuckled.

“Didn’t think you were the sentimental type.”

He’d always assumed Ji-an didn’t date because he was lazy — not because he actually cared about feelings.

Ji-an’s response was dry.

“Ninety percent laziness. Ten percent, no one worth liking.”

Jang-hoon laughed under his breath, shaking his head.
Then, after a pause, he added — almost teasingly —

“So, about that freshman
 Yeon-ha
”

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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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