I am not a Yandere chapter 19

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When Yeongdeok calmly pointed out the facts, Jihoon’s lip twitched, and he got up from his seat.

“Now that I think about it, I came while editing a video. I’ll come by to play another time.”

“If you want, you can take it home with you.”

Yeongdeok’s offer made Jihoon pause.

Without hesitating, Jihoon grabbed the console.

“I’ll do that, then.”

“Why are you being so compliant?”

“Considering how much you’ve bothered me before, I think I deserve this much generosity.”

Jihoon left Yeongdeok’s house with the console.

Yeongdeok watched the spot where Jihoon had disappeared, but when the character’s scream came through the speakers again, he focused back on the monitor.

When it was time to open the shop, Yeongdeok, who had been playing games, went to the shop and started diligently working at his chicken restaurant.

“Excuse me, sir.”

While Yeongdeok was cleaning up a table where customers had been sitting, he heard someone call him and headed over.

The customer pointed to the menu, which only listed fried and seasoned chicken, and asked Yeongdeok,

“Are these the only two items on the menu?”

“Yes… that’s right.”

The customer looked curiously at Yeongdeok, who was speaking awkwardly in formal language, and looked back at the menu, lost in thought.

“Have you ever considered adding more items to the menu?”

“Are you talking about… new items?”

“Yes. I think it would be good if you added other items.”

The customer, feeling disappointed, ordered the fried chicken.

Even after the customer finished eating and left… no, even after closing time, as Yeongdeok was closing the store, he kept thinking about what she had said.

New chicken flavors…

Returning home and getting a good night’s sleep, Yeongdeok decided to try developing new chicken recipes, inspired by what the customer had said yesterday.

Yeongdeok made mint chocolate chicken, kimchi chicken, sweet potato chicken, and chili chicken, one after the other.

After laying them out all at once and tasting each one, he found that they weren’t too bad to his taste.

‘Should I have Seo Jihoon try them too?’

Although he remembered that Jihoon hadn’t given a proper taste evaluation before, there was no one else but Jihoon to ask for such a favor.

Yeongdeok placed each piece of chicken on a plate and pressed the doorbell at Jihoon’s house. For some reason, Jihoon opened the door right away today. Jihoon, glaring at Yeongdeok through the gap in the door, crossed his arms with a crooked posture.

“What do you want? I’m not listening unless it’s to return the game console.”

In that case, gestures would suffice.

Without saying a word, Yeongdeok held out the plate with the chicken. Seeing the strangely visual chicken on the plate, Jihoon’s expression turned cold.

“This isn’t dog food, is it? You expect me to eat this?”

“That’s a highly offensive statement. I’ve eaten it myself, and it’s made for humans to eat.”

“What is this mint-colored chicken? Isn’t it like a live-action version of an appetite suppressant meme?”

“It’s mint chocolate chicken. I’d appreciate it if you could taste it and give me some feedback.”

“Damn. Why should I eat this?”

Although Jihoon tried to shoo Yeongdeok away with harsh words, when Yeongdeok didn’t leave, he realized that this crazy guy wouldn’t go away easily this time either.

After some thought, he reluctantly let Yeongdeok inside.

“Hey, come here.”

Though he didn’t like Jihoon’s commanding tone, Yeongdeok followed him inside for now.

“Sit here.”

“Don’t talk to me like you’re giving orders.”

No matter what Yeongdeok said, Jihoon firmly pressed his shoulders down to make him sit on the living room floor.

Then, he abruptly handed him the game console.

“Listen up. If I win, you get out of here. If you win, for every win, I’ll eat a piece of chicken.”

“Why should I follow your rules?”

“If you think like that, why should I eat that disgusting chicken? I’m doing you a favor, so shut up and play.”

With Jihoon pushing forcefully, Yeongdeok had no choice but to grab the console.

“Shouldn’t you at least tell me what game it is?”

“It’s just like Blue Marble. You’ve played Blue Marble before, right?”

“No.”

“Well, you’ll figure it out as you go. I’ll give you a practice game for the first round.”

Although he didn’t like Jihoon’s unkind explanation, Yeongdeok looked at the TV screen, recalling the importance of maintaining a good relationship with Jihoon.

After a quick test, he realized it was a game where the character moves forward by the number of spaces rolled on the dice, and after each turn, there’s a mini-game where the winner collects coins. Jihoon won the practice game.

He smiled triumphantly at Yeongdeok.

“What’s this, Cha Yeongdeok? You’re only good at FPS; you suck at games like this?”

“Did you just call me terrible? I only lost the first round because I was getting a feel for it.”

“Really? Then let’s see you try seriously.”

Feeling confident, Jihoon smiled broadly and started another round.

Having grasped the basics after the previous loss, Yeongdeok finally grabbed the controller seriously.

His eyes flashed as he watched the TV screen. From then on…

“Damn…”

“I won.”

“No, seriously. How do you roll a double six four times in a row? Come on, be honest. What did you do to the game?”

“Luck is also a skill.”

“Let’s go again.”

“Before that.”

While playing, Yeongdeok pointed his chin at the chicken that had gone cold.

Jihoon cursed under his breath, grabbed the kimchi chicken, and took a bite.

After chewing a few times, his Adam’s apple bobbed.

“For how it looks, it doesn’t taste too bad…”

“Of course, I made it.”

With Jihoon’s compliment, Yeongdeok’s shoulders rose.

“It’s annoying how confident you are. It’s only good compared to how it looks, got it?”

After wiping his greasy hands with a tissue, Jihoon grabbed the controller again, his fighting spirit ignited.

However, now that Yeongdeok had fully grasped the game, there were no more losses.

As Yeongdeok’s wins continued, Jihoon, who lost the eighth game, almost threw the controller but then remembered its price and gently put it back on the floor.

“Damn it…”

Yeongdeok checked his phone. It was almost time to open the shop.

“I guess I should go now.”
The chicken that Yeongdeok had brought was long gone, devoured by Jihoon. H

aving achieved his goal, Yeongdeok felt no need to stay and gracefully got up from his seat.

However, Jihoon stopped him by grabbing his sleeve, his dark brown eyes flashing with intensity.

“Where do you think you’re going? Sit back down right now.”

“I need to go to the store. And don’t give me orders.”

“Let’s play just one more game. Only one more.”

Yeongdeok checked the time again.

He did need to go, but… He quickly decided he should win this one last game before leaving.

Where else would you find someone so obsessively dedicated to winning like this?

“I’m winning this time.”

Despite Jihoon’s confident declaration, his expression grew increasingly tense as the game went on.

Finally, the ninth game ended with another victory for Yeongdeok.

Jihoon stared despondently at the word “Lose” emblazoned over his character.

“This is unbelievable.

Nine losses?

Is this even possible?”

“Can I really go now?”

Yeongdeok’s question went unanswered as Jihoon only muttered to himself.

Yeongdeok glanced at him briefly before leaving. It was truly time to open the store.

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