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“Two fingers?”
“Yeah, so open wider.”
At this point, he was starting to get a little scared.
He wondered if they had asked him to date them only to retaliate for the stalking.
The Yoo Joohwan he read about in the book was perfectly capable of doing something like that.
“…Surely, you’re not trying to shove the whole thing in one bite and choke me, are you?”
“Not now. Later.”
“…”
“Stop stalling and open up.”
After the long back and forth, Siho opened his mouth wide in defeat.
He planned to eat it quickly and chase him away, finding the whole thing tiresome.
Contrary to his expectation that it would go in smoothly, the ice cream was pushed in forcefully.
Siho’s eyes widened in surprise, and Yoo Joohwan spoke seriously with a grave expression.
“Mmph?”
“It’s small, definitely.”
Partly because his mouth was small, but it was strange for the ice cream to completely fill his mouth.
Moreover, it was hard as ice, as if a stone had been placed inside, making it impossible to bite into.
“Even one is too much; I wonder how I’ll put two in.”
Unlike Siho’s serious expression, Yoo Joohwan’s face was calm.
In fact, he seemed greatly shocked by the small size of Siho’s mouth.
‘He’s not playing around.’
Siho hurriedly tried to take the ice cream out, but Yoo Joohwan grabbed his arm, preventing him from doing so, and pushed the ice cream toward his cheek.
“…!”
“It’s a little better when put in sideways.”
‘He’s treating me like a squirrel.’
One side of his cheek bulged out, creating an odd shape.
As Siho choked in discomfort, Joohwan pulled out the ice cream he had inserted, looking disappointed.
Siho gasped roughly for breath after the ice cream was finally out and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“What are you doing?!”
“Was that hard? Your under-eyes are red.”
Joohwan wiped away the tears welling up in Siho’s eyes with his index finger, looking pitiful.
With a hint of twisted pleasure in his eyes, he licked the tears from his finger with his tongue.
“It tastes good. Not salty. Is a person only pretty when they cry?”
It was a very Idawoon (like him) remark, as he was known in the original to love very rough, intense things.
Siho, with an angry face, rubbed his tingling lips and asked,
“What exactly are you trying to do?”
“A test. I was curious. How big your mouth is.”
“…What?”
“As you can see, this is a custom-made ice cream.”
Siho belatedly realized that the ice cream he had offered was specially made.
A chill ran down his spine as he checked the two remaining ice creams in the paper bag.
“…Kang Taeyun Big Corn, Moon Dowon Big Corn.”
It wasn’t Cone Corn, but Big Corn.
An expletive naturally escaped his lips.
He had thought it was ice cream brought with pure intentions, and he felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of betrayal.
He realized he would have to be suspicious of anything Joohwan gave him from now on.
“I’d like to check the other two as well, but this isn’t very pleasant. Unless you peel it yourself and put it in.”
“…Crazy bastard.”
“My darling, your mouth is rough, isn’t it? You’ll cry if you’re truly punished severely.”
His tone was gentle, but his gaze was cold.
Since he was the one with the ‘Crazy Target’ keyword, Siho needed to be careful, so he softened his angry glare and avoided eye contact.
“Still, I’ll cherish you. Because the sight of you cutely holding it in your mouth was hot.”
Yoo Joohwan smiled brightly, like a fully blossomed flower, saying he had enjoyed the show enough.
There was no crazy bastard like this.
Siho wanted to chase him away quickly.
“I get it… so please go home now.”
“I can’t do that. I came to go on a date with you.”
“…Without making a promise?”
“Yep.”
Siho wore an incredulous expression at the one-sided tone.
He had only been interacting with him for a short time, but he already felt exhausted.
Seeing him restrain his words, Yoo Joohwan grinned, showing his even teeth.
“If you have plans, I’ll follow along, and if you don’t, even better.”
“…”
“As long as you’re not meeting another guy, I’ll behave quietly.”
Siho was speechless.
Was he trying to seriously act like his boyfriend? His eyes were serious.
“A date, you say. Just hearing the word makes my heart flutter. But what should we do…?”
“Why?”
“I feel a little uneasy doing it with just the two of us…”
Since he was the one who encouraged dating all three, Siho thought he might postpone and leave.
As Siho looked regretful, making a disappointed face, Yoo Joohwan rubbed above his eyebrows.
“Kang Taeyun is probably busy at his family home.”
“Then how about setting a date for another time?”
Hiding his inner desire for him to disappear immediately, Siho put on a fake smile.
This was to avoid upsetting him as much as possible.
“I guess there’s no choice. We’ll date later, but for now, let’s go inside.”
“Huh?”
“Are you going to keep your guest standing here?”
He called himself a guest, but to Siho, he was an unwelcome pest.
Since no one knew what might happen if he let in the guy who played weird games with ice cream, Siho quickly shook his head and firmly refused.
“No.”
“What?”
“I said no. Not inside the house.”
When he replied coldly, unlike his usual self, Yoo Joohwan’s eyes widened.
Perhaps because his eyes were so beautiful, his pupils, which were likely filled with selfish motives, looked innocent.
If only he had desperation, he would look exactly like Puss in Boots.
Siho nervously rolled his eyes, weakened by the sight.
“I didn’t clean up the house before I came out. But it’s our first impression…”
“You care too much. It’s okay, so—”
“I’m not okay! You know I liked you guys.”
“…”
“So what I mean is, I want to look good for you, so please cooperate with me…”
Siho slightly trailed off his words and made an awkward face.
He felt embarrassed because he sounded incoherent, but Yoo Joohwan seemed to think he was shy and smiled a smile as faint as pastel.
“Then I’ll wait outside, so go put them away.”
“These…?”
“Are you going to throw them away?”
He lightly ruffled Siho’s hair and put the ice cream into the paper bag Siho was holding.
Siho desperately wanted to throw them away.
He shook his head and hugged the paper bag tightly.
“You gave me this first… I should keep it safe.”
Siho smiled awkwardly and quickly ran to the door, putting the key into the keyhole.
Once inside, he would have to throw away those heinous ice creams immediately.
Just as he was hastily turning the key, Yoo Joohwan, who was behind him, called out to stop him.
“Wait a moment.”
“Huh?”
‘No way, did my inner thoughts just slip out?’
Siho froze with a pale face.
As he stood stiffly like a block of wood without turning around, Yoo Joohwan approached and put his arms around him, trapping his body.
“…W-why, why?”
Unable to turn his head due to the feeling of pressure from behind, he stammered, only hugging the paper bag.
The massive body pressed against his back felt terrifying, as if it would devour him.
“Is the reason you won’t let me inside because of the photos?”
“…Photos?”
“Yeah. I wondered if maybe the walls inside are filled with our pictures, or if the room is plastered with things you stole from us over time. Is that it?”
“No?!”
He could guarantee it.
The moment he started living as Seo Siho, he burned all of their photos and USBs in the incinerator, considering them grotesque items.
The moment he denied it and tried to twist his body, Joohwan firmly pressed his lower body against Siho’s back.
“Then where did you put those items?”
“…Why are you curious about that?”
“I want to see. Which part of me you liked, and why you followed me. I’m curious.”
Siho nervously swallowed dryly at his persistent question, making an awkward face.
In the original story, Seo Siho stalked them without reason, idolized the Alphas, and had an excessive obsession.
The reason for this, or what incident caused it, was not described, so Siho couldn’t know either.
No one was curious about the villain, not the protagonist, so it was natural.
“You must have liked my face, after all.”
“…Huh?”
“That’s why you followed me around taking pictures. Otherwise, there’s no reason for you, someone who has never even exchanged words with us, to follow us, right?”
‘Couldn’t it have been love at first sight?’
Yoo Joohwan casually rationalized that countless people had followed him for that reason.
Siho disliked being stamped as an easy person, but he didn’t explicitly deny it.
Yoo Joohwan, Moon Dowon, and Kang Taeyun were indeed rarely seen handsome in reality, and they possessed perfect visuals that couldn’t be compared to the Alphas he had met so far.
“If that’s not it, tell me, what about me did you like so much?”
“…The ice cream is melting.”
“Are you shy?”
As he dodged the answer due to a pride he didn’t want to surrender, Joohwan put his hand between Siho’s neck and tickled him.
Since it was a sensitive area, Siho shrunk and burst into laughter, and Yoo Joohwan grabbed his shoulders and quickly spun him around.
“You.”
“Yes?”
“Have you slept with anyone else?”
The smile instantly vanished from his face at the boundary-crossing remark.
Before transmigration, he was a twenty-year-old who had just graduated and was a lifelong virgin who had never dated.
If he had dated, he might feel less wronged by the question.
“Of course not.”
“Then why are you so sensitive? For a Beta.”
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