I am not a Yandere chapter 63

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In the end, Yeongdeok opened his banking app and transferred Jihoon money for the menu design.

Jihoon’s face scrunched up as he saw the excessive number of zeros.

“Hey, what the hell? Why are you suddenly throwing money around?”

“It’s for the design.”

“I don’t need it. It’s a birthday gift! Don’t you know what a gift means?”

“Of course I know what a gift is. Don’t be rude.”

Jihoon transferred the money right back.

Yeongdeok couldn’t understand why Jihoon would send the money back.

“Didn’t you say you needed money this month?”

“About that… Actually…”

Just as Jihoon was rummaging through his pocket, Yeongdeok’s phone rang again.

This time, it was a message from Haemin.

[Park Haemin: It’s your birthday, Yeongdeok hyung! Congrats ㅎㅎ]

[Park Haemin: (Park Haemin has sent you a WangBiSSan watch! Reply to show your gratitude…)]

“Who’s texting you?”

“Nothing important. They just sent a birthday present.”

Jihoon sneaked a glance at Yeongdeok’s phone screen. A luxury watch item… Jihoon, seeing Haemin’s expensive gift, put away what he had been about to take out.

[Got it.]

After replying, Yeongdeok looked back at Jihoon.

“So, what was it you wanted to say?”

“Never mind. Let’s just call it a day.”

Jihoon took off his apron, and Yeongdeok prepared to leave for home as well, but then his phone buzzed again.

[Park Haemin: Wow, cool… That’s all the reaction I get?]

What kind of reaction does he expect? Yeongdeok frowned as he tapped his reply.

[What kind of reaction do you want?]

[Park Haemin: No, ㅎㅎ did you see the price?]

The price?

Following Haemin’s lead, Yeongdeok searched for the same product online.

As soon as he did, a bunch of results popped up with the price next to them.

[It’s 1.5 million won.]

[Park Haemin: Yep, it’s 1.5 million.]

[And?]

[Park Haemin: Huh?]

[? What are you trying to say?]

[Park Haemin: ?????]

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“You’ve been glued to your phone. Are you interested in Park Haemin or something?”

At Jihoon’s blunt question, Yeongdeok turned to him.

“I don’t know. He’s a bit of a hassle.”

“Really?”

“How many pointless messages does he send me every day?”

Seeing how annoyed Yeongdeok was, Jihoon couldn’t help but laugh.

“Cha Yeongdeok.”

“What?”

“I think I’ll ride in your truck today.”

“What’s gotten into you? Suit yourself.”

After they finished closing up, Yeongdeok locked the shop and headed for his truck, with Jihoon following closely behind and climbing into the passenger seat.

“When I graduate and get a job, I’ll get a car and take you for a ride first.”

“You even have a license?”

“I’ll get one. But….”

Jihoon thought about asking Yeongdeok for help with the driving test but then remembered how reckless Yeongdeok’s driving was.

He shook his head.

“Never mind. You might not even be around by then…”

“Stop mumbling and put on your seatbelt.”

“Yeah.”

Feeling a bit sentimental, Jihoon leaned against the window, staring out.

But before he could fully sink into that mood, Yeongdeok, who was behind the wheel, showed off his hellish driving skills once again.

Thank goodness the roads were mostly empty at this hour.

Jihoon let out a deep sigh.

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Early in the morning, Seonwoo was in the practice room, glaring at the open chat window for “Beautiful Life,” deep in thought.

[Isn’t today your birthday, Yeongdeok Chicken? Happy Birthday_]

“No, no. Why do I have to wish that guy a happy birthday?”

Seonwoo rapidly hit the delete button, then reconsidered.

It is his birthday, so maybe I should at least say something, right?

He typed a new message.

[Almost forgot, but today’s Yeongdeok Chicken’s birthday_]

No, no. Why am I even doing this…?

Seonwoo wrestled with himself and deleted the message again.

Why hasn’t anyone else started the birthday wishes?

It would be nice if someone else did it first.

Staring down the empty chatroom, Seonwoo finally gave in and messaged his sister.

[Choa]

But Choa didn’t reply right away.

Seonwoo, now glancing at his phone every ten seconds, finally got a reply after some time.

[Baek Choa: What?]

[Do you know it’s Cha Yeongdeok’s birthday today? Can you start off the birthday wishes in the chat?]

[Baek Choa: ? Why don’t you just do it yourself?]

[We don’t get along, remember?]

[But it’s still awkward for me to go first_]

As Seonwoo tried to explain his awkward situation, a notification popped up from the “Beautiful Life” chatroom.

-Beautiful Life chatroom-

[Rose: Yeongdeok Chicken, Seonwoo said to wish you a happy birthday.]

[Hey!]

Startled, Seonwoo typed without thinking, his fingers moving faster than his brain could process.

That punk, Baek Choa?!

[Rose: Oh, it’s your birthday today, Yeongdeok Chicken?]

[Rose: Happy Birthday!]

But Yeongdeok didn’t reply.

Well, he does close the shop in the early hours, so he probably isn’t awake yet… just as Seonwoo was thinking that, Yeongdeok’s message popped up.

[Yeongdeok Chicken: I see.]

[Rose: Anything you want to eat or receive? I can send you a gift card.]

[Yeongdeok Chicken: No.]

Seonwoo frowned at Yeongdeok’s half-hearted reply.

Why is he being so curt with Choa?

His thumbs moved quickly over the screen.

[Not even a thank you~]

[Rose: Don’t pick a fight with the birthday boy.]

All Seonwoo did was say something for the sake of his precious sister, yet somehow, it was his sister scolding him.

Seonwoo felt utterly wronged, but he swallowed his frustration and sent a direct message to Yeongdeok.

[Happy birthday or whatever.]

[Are you coming to tomorrow’s party, Cha Yeongdeok?]

[Or are you skipping because of the shop?]

Yeongdeok didn’t read the message for a full twenty minutes.

What’s he doing that he can’t check his messages when he was just texting fine earlier?

As Seonwoo grumbled to himself, a reply finally came.

[Yeongdeok Chicken: I’ll go. I’ve already arranged for someone to cover the shop.]

[Yeongdeok Chicken: I’ll make sure it’s a party that old man will never forget.]

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[What the heck are you planning?]

Suddenly struck by a sense of foreboding, Seonwoo’s fingers trembled.

With the unpredictable Cha Yeongdeok, there was no telling what kind of craziness he might pull off.

He might do something completely unhinged. Seonwoo hurriedly asked.

[Hey! What are you planning to do?]

[Answer me.]

Yeongdeok read the message but didn’t respond.

Seriously, why is he doing this?

It’s just making me more anxious.

Seonwoo started to seriously consider if tomorrow might be his last day on Earth.

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January 17th, Yeongdeok’s birthday.

After 10 a.m., messages started trickling into the chatroom, wishing him a happy birthday.

[Kim Dalsu: (Kim Dalsu sent a gift of a large iced Americano from CoffeeLY! Respond to show your thanks…)]

[Kim Dalsu: Happy birthday, Yeongdeok hyung! Please accept this small token of my appreciation!]

[Kim Dalsu: (Sound effect of a fanfare)]

[Kim Dalsu: (Sound effect of a fanfare)]

[Kim Dalsu: (Sound effect of a fanfare)]

[Kim Dalsu: (Sound effect of a fanfare)]

[Kim Dalsu: (Sound effect of a fanfare)]

[It’s pretty small, indeed.]

Others followed.

[Gwakdupal: Woohoo~! What’s this? Happy birthday, Yeongdeok Chicken~~~!!!]

[DaerimdongFist: Happy birthday! Hope you have a great day with lots of tasty food!!]

[Natsuyama Soseki: Hoooooly! Happy birthday!!]

[Earth destroyer: Happy birthday]

To Yeongdeok, birthdays, Christmas, and New Year’s were all just days marking time, no more significant than any other day.

While thinking how everyone was making a big fuss over nothing, he found himself contemplating what he should reply in the “Beautiful Life” chatroom.

It was hard to believe he was hesitating over such a trivial matter.

As Yeongdeok was staring at his buzzing phone, the doorbell rang.

Who could that be? From beyond the door, a familiar voice called out.

“Hey, Cha Yeongdeok, open up.”

“How rude. I’ve told you many times not to order me around.”

Though his words were full of reprimand, Yeongdeok opened the door without hesitation.

Through the crack of the door, Jihoon walked in, carrying a cake topped with several candles.

“Happy… birthday.”

Jihoon had been about to sing the birthday song but stopped mid-sentence.

‘What am I thinking, singing in front of this cold guy?’

His once-confident voice faltered as he closed his mouth.

Yeongdeok said nothing.

It would have been nice if he at least said something.

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