I am not a Yandere chapter 138

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After hauling the two sprawled-out men inside, Yeongdeok laid them down in a corner of the living room, covered them with blankets, and sat down alone on the couch, wide awake.

The men didn’t stir until well past noon.

One of them awoke with a groggy scowl, looking around as if to figure out where he was, only to relax when he saw Yeongdeok.

“Wait… This is your place, Yeongdeok?”

“That’s right.”

“Wow, you actually took care of us? I’m touched.”

The other man was too absorbed in his phone to care about his surroundings.

After a while, he looked up and, fingers still tapping, announced to them both.

“I’ve got another drinking session lined up. Anyone in?”

“Seriously? We just drank ourselves stupid, and you’re going again?”

“Duh, hair of the dog! You’re coming anyway, so stop whining.”

They exchanged some choice insults, laughing, before turning to Yeongdeok.

“You’re coming too, right? There’ll be some cute girls.”

They invited him along, urging him to join.

Yeongdeok, watching them propose yet another round after last night’s binge, thought it was… well, impressive.

“Of course.”

“Sweet. Mind if I use the bathroom real quick? Gotta freshen up.”

Without waiting for permission, the man ducked into the bathroom, and soon the sound of water running was followed by his soft humming.

When he finished, the other man took his place, claiming the bathroom for another shower.

But despite their lack of manners, Yeongdeok neither scolded nor appeared upset; he simply smiled.

Once they had blow-dried their hair, they slipped on their shoes and got ready to go.

Before stepping out into the hallway, Yeongdeok cracked the door open and peeked outside, as if checking his surroundings, then finally stepped out when he saw no one around.

“It’s almost four now. We’ll probably get there by five.”

“Let’s grab a cab.”

While his companions were busy calling for a taxi, Yeongdeok felt his phone vibrate.

He checked the screen and saw a text from Eungyeol.

[Eungyeol: Are you free tomorrow, Yeongdeok? I’ll make it worth your while, like I promised!]

Since he’d quit his job, Yeongdeok’s schedule was entirely open.

He’d already told Eungyeol that he could reach out anytime for the favor he’d promised, so he quickly replied affirmatively.

[Sure 😊]

[Eungyeol: Great! Can you meet me in front of Daehan University at 1 p.m. tomorrow?]

[Got it!]

[Eungyeol: Thanks!]

Just as he finished texting Eungyeol, the taxi arrived.

Yeongdeok and his friends piled in.

“Come on, haven’t you ever met anyone you actually like, Yeongdeok?”

“Oh, please. You think anyone’s good enough for him? I bet people are lining up begging for a chance.”

They snickered, finding their own jokes hilarious.

“Just tell us if you find someone you like. We’ll give you plenty of space.”

“We won’t just step aside—we’ll help you seal the deal!”

Ignoring their chatter, Yeongdeok looked out the window.

Whatever he might be feeling, the world outside carried on as usual, serene and unchanging.

Less than a day later, they were back at a bar, greeted by friends who’d already claimed a table.

“You maniacs were drinking till dawn, and you’re back already?”

“Gotta live it up while we’re young! Oh, and this is our friend, Yeongdeok.”

One of the women, who had been bantering with the others, looked over at Yeongdeok and couldn’t tear her eyes away.

He smiled at her, eyes crinkling gently.

“Hello.”

“Oh, wow…”

“You’re into him already, huh? Not that he’d be into you.”

“Shut up.”

With more playful banter and laughter, the lively drinking session began.

When Yeongdeok raised his shot of soju, one of his friends snatched it and filled his beer glass to the brim.

“Seriously, this guy can really hold his liquor.”

“Agreed. We’re all plastered, but look at him—totally fine. What’s your limit?”

Yeongdeok didn’t really know.

He’d never felt tipsy from a few glasses of wine, and he’d barely touched soju before.

“Not sure.”

“Let’s find out today, shall we?”

The man who said that emphasized that soju should be taken in one shot and urged Yeongdeok to down his drink at once.

Yeongdeok didn’t refuse.

Without breaking the vibe, he drank it down as easily as water.

“Wow, you’re a man! So cool!”

The others cheered, filling their beer glasses with more soju.

Once again, Yeongdeok didn’t turn it down.

“Just drinking isn’t any fun. Let’s play a drinking game!”

“A drinking game? What kind?”

“Let’s start with something light—Apartment!”

The man who suggested it began humming a song, chanting “Apartment, Apartment!” and the people around joined in rhythm. (TL: Listen to APT by Bruno Mars and Rose to know the song referred here.)

“How many floors?”

“32 floors!”

Everyone brought their hands together.

Not knowing how the game worked, Yeongdeok stood there, blankly.

The others nudged him to drink since he hadn’t done anything.

“Yeongdeok hyung didn’t do anything, so drink up!”

“Drink, drink, bottoms up!”

The drinking games continued, one after another.

There were so many different games, none of which Yeongdeok knew, so he had no choice but to keep drinking.

Had it been a game he’d seen before, he might’ve kept up, but the constant change in games left Yeongdeok spinning.

As time went on, he began to feel his vision blur slightly.

The unfamiliar feeling of losing control over his own body was strange, but he didn’t entirely hate it.

“Now that the mood’s all set, let’s play the King Game.”

“A rated-19 King Game?”

“Just trying to get what you really want, huh?”

“Do we have paper for the numbers?”

“We could ask the owner for some.”

The King Game?

What was that?

Maybe it was the alcohol, but Yeongdeok felt an overwhelming drowsiness, as if all his lost sleep was hitting him at once.

As he blinked his heavy eyelids, a guy beside him handed him a slip of paper, telling him to draw. Without much thought, Yeongdeok picked one.

“Hey! I’m the king, you idiots!”

The guy across from Yeongdeok stood up proudly, declaring himself king.

He stroked his chin as if pondering his command, then announced, “Let’s start off easy. Number 2 and Number 5, kiss.”

“What the hell, is that ‘easy’?”

One of the men laughed, saying it sounded fun despite his complaints.

“Damn, I’m Number 5. Who’s Number 2?”

The guy next to Yeongdeok, who had drawn Number 5, frowned as he looked over and saw Yeongdeok’s slip, which bore a “2.”

“It’s you, Yeongdeok hyung?”

“Whoa, a kiss between guys.”

“Kiss! Kiss!”

“Honestly, if it’s Yeongdeok hyung, I’m fine. But if it were one of those ape-like guys, no way.”

“What did you just say, you jerk? Like you’re not a total parasite yourself.”

Cheering and clapping erupted around them, encouraging the kiss.

The guy next to him dragged his chair closer, drawing shouts of “Manly!” from everyone.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

He leaned in close to Yeongdeok, their faces almost touching, as Yeongdeok muttered, his alcohol-numbed senses clouding his judgment.

“Disgusting…”

No sooner had he said that than he slumped forward onto the table, eyes closed.

The others around him groaned in disappointment.

Just then, Yeongdeok’s phone vibrated on the table.

“Who’s phone is that?”

“Not mine.”

Everyone soon realized it was Yeongdeok’s phone vibrating.

“Hyung’s phone. Who is it? His girlfriend?”

The guy next to him checked the phone and saw it was from someone named “Seo Jihoon.”

“Judging by the name, it’s a guy.”

“Answer it. If they’re close, tell them to come pick him up.”

“Yeah, we’ve got to head to the club for round two anyway.”

Thinking this made sense, the man answered the call on Yeongdeok’s behalf.

An irritated voice came through the line, sounding both annoyed and sarcastic.

“Wow, finally picking up after ignoring me all this time. How lucky am I.”

“Uh, hello? Who is this?”

The tone shifted to suspicion when the voice on the other end realized it wasn’t Yeongdeok.

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