I am not a Yandere chapter 6

Dowon took out his phone and typed “ObsessiveCrazyTop” into the search bar.

As Bottomn as he hit search, several blogs recommending “ObsessiveCrazyTop” novels popped up.

Was it a term used in novels?

There were even some novels with “ObsessiveCrazyTop” in the title.

As he continued scrolling, he found a post titled “Characteristics of an ObsessiveCrazyTop.” Dowon clicked the link.

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I’m sure most of you have read a novel with an ObsessiveCrazyTop at least once!]

Dowon frowned at the unnecessary emojis at the end of each sentence but continued to scroll down.

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So, what are the characteristics of an ObsessiveCrazyTop?

If your fingers are so tired from scrolling that you can’t even hold a spoon or eat, you might as well just die.

Dowon’s face twisted into a grimace, causing Wonjin to flinch. Just then, the fried chicken Dowon had ordered arrived.

Dowon put his phone down and stabbed at a meaty part of the chicken with a fork.

As he worked hard, using two forks to separate the meat from the bone, Wonjin, who had been quietly watching, couldn’t help but speak up.

“It might be easier if you just use your hands.”

“That’s too dirty. I’d rather not.”

Wonjin didn’t say anything in response to Dowon’s quick retort.

He just thought to himself that he shouldn’t have said anything at all.

Stubbornly using only the two forks, Dowon managed to separate the meat and brought the chicken to his mouth.

The moment the chicken touched his tongue, an exquisite taste enveloped him. The batter was savory and crispy, while the meat inside was tender.

And… Whenever he ate chicken, Dowon would always think of Eungyeol, who used to sit across from him.

“I’ll try to handle today’s situation somehow. I’ll come up with an excuse for why you missed the meeting. So please…”

“I should open a chicken shop.”

“Excuse me?”

Dowon pulled out a tissue, neatly wiped his mouth, and stood up.

According to Dowon’s memory, September 14, 20xx, was exactly one week after he had been rejected by Eungyeol.

The memory was so vivid that he still remembered it clearly.

So, this current point in time should be at the beginning or middle of the story when nothing significant had happened yet…

Although he had been manipulated by the author and died suddenly, the character Cha Dowon was quite important in the story.

After all, it was because of Cha Dowon that the other three Top candidates realized their feelings for Lee Eungyeol.

For the novel to proceed smoothly, the character Cha Dowon had to act according to the author’s intentions.

But what if such an important character refused to follow the author’s script?

“Director, a chicken shop? What are you talking about…?”

Wonjin followed Dowon with a troubled expression.

Author, since you’ve messed with me, the story won’t go the way you planned anymore.

Dowon smirked a twisted smile, determined to wreck the story, no matter how many times the author tried to reset it.

Dowon harshly shook off the persistent Wonjin and returned home, sitting down at the desk where his laptop was.

He typed on the keyboard and searched for “ObsessiveCrazyTop” again, finding a blog post titled “Characteristics of an ObsessiveCrazyTop.”

Unsure if it was another ad, he clicked the link, but this time it was a legitimate post. Dowon read it carefully.

After thoroughly reading the blog post, Dowon understood what an ObsessiveCrazyTop was.

It was a “Top” type character who obsessively clung to the “Bottom,” possessing high social status and financial power, and only drank Evian water.

In short, “#ObsessiveCrazyTop” was a kind of keyword attached to a character based on their personality and traits.

So, if Dowon completely shattered the ObsessiveCrazyTop trait that the author had assigned to him, wouldn’t that ruin the novel as well?

With that thought, Dowon purchased several novels tagged with “ObsessiveCrazyTop” and read them all.

He didn’t care whether the stories were good or bad.

By analyzing and reanalyzing the contents of those novels, Dowon finally came to understand the ObsessiveCrazyTop character type.

“Interesting.”

Dowon closed his laptop and checked his phone.

The first thing he noticed was a missed call from Ha Wonjin with the timestamp showing it was around 5 AM.

It seemed he had gotten too engrossed in reading and lost track of time.

Rising from his chair, Dowon put on his suit jacket and stepped out of the house, heading towards the nearby convenience store.

“Welcome,” the store clerk greeted him dully, clearly tired.

Dowon searched for scissors but had to settle for kitchen scissors when he was told they didn’t have any office ones. He then returned home and went straight to the bathroom.

Gripping the sink, he stared intensely at his reflection in the mirror.

His thick eyebrows, sharp eyes, chiseled jawline, and neatly styled hair all gave him the appearance of a character from a yandere novel.

The man in the mirror, who blinked occasionally, looked exactly like a possessive protagonist.

Dowon didn’t like the look, as if it was screaming, “I am a yandere!” Without hesitation, he pulled down his bangs and began cutting with the scissors. (TL: it is supposed to be I am not obsessive but I changed it to I am not a yandere because the title I choose for the English one is ‘I am not a Yandere.)

Snip, snip.

The sound of the hair being cut was oddly satisfying. Dowon, not bothering to gauge the length, moved the kitchen scissors wherever his hand felt like.

After carelessly brushing off the black hair that had fallen on his face, he looked at his reflection again.

His bangs, now uneven and much shorter than his eyebrows, gave him a jagged appearance.

No yandere character from the novels he read looked as ridiculous as he did now.

“Heh… Hehehe…” Dowon started laughing out loud but quickly stopped. It occurred to him that he should refrain from laughing like that.

From now on, it might be better to laugh softly, like the characters described in the PetitRollang novels.

After roughly drying his butchered bangs with a towel, Dowon checked his closet. Dark suits, suits, suits, dress shirts. The wardrobe was filled with nothing but clothes suited for formal occasions.

He decided to head out to buy new clothes.

The sun was rising, and it wouldn’t be long before Ha Wonjin would show up. It seemed better to leave before being nagged.

Having just returned home a few hours ago, Dowon found himself out on the streets again, looking for a store to buy clothes.

But it was still too early, and most stores were closed.

He passed the time by sitting on a park bench, watching pigeons, and walking among the busy morning commuters.

Had he ever spent time so meaninglessly before?

It felt like a waste of precious time, especially since every minute and second was valuable given that the writer could strike at any moment. Just then, his phone screen lit up.

It was a call from Ha Wonjin.

Naturally, Dowon ignored it again.

Around that time, the stores in the area began to open one by one.

Dowon spotted a woman, who appeared to be the owner of a clothing store, unlocking the door and entering.

He followed her inside.

The store was dim, with no lights on, and looked quite disorganized.

The owner, seeing Dowon enter before the store was ready, appeared hesitant.

“Are you a customer? I’m sorry, but we’re not fully set up yet.”

Dowon paid no attention to her words.

He had already wasted enough time waiting for the store to open and couldn’t afford to waste more.

He started rummaging through the clothes on the racks, deliberately choosing the ones that a yandere character would never wear.

The store owner seemed troubled but eventually turned on the lights, played some music, and helped with Dowon’s shopping.

He picked out clothes that had not been properly finished, hoodies with weird characters printed on them, and ridiculously floral-patterned pants—things that no sane person would wear.

Ignoring all the decent, stylish clothes, he purchased only the strange ones.

Dowon didn’t just stop at one store; he continued shopping at other stores that had opened, picking out a variety of eccentric outfits.

Pink fleece pants with leopard print, a checkered shirt in red, yellow, purple, and all sorts of clashing colors, and rubber slippers decorated with a bunch of flowers—these were his choices.

With his arms full of shopping bags, Dowon finally concluded his long shopping spree. Feeling satisfied, a triumphant smile spread across his face.