Jihye suddenly leaned her upper body over the table and said as if sharing a secret:â⌠And, oppaâŚâ
Sangwoo naturally leaned forward to hear her voice.
âI have something to tell you today.â
The candle flame that was reflected in her eyes was shimmering. Sangwoo looked closely at Jihyeâs face for the very first time. He hadnât been aware until this point, but she had a small dimple on her cheek.
âWing-ardium levio-oosa!â
At that moment, a male student dressed as a wizard ran towards them and pushed a menu between the two, and cut off their eye contact. Sangwoo corrected his posture and looked at the menu.
Gruesome Rolled Omelet, Thousand-Year-Old Rice with Fish Roe, Spooky Fish Cake Stew.
The prices were on the expensive side, but it was nothing in comparison to the gaming console from Jihye.
âOrder everything you want to try. As long as itâs below 130,000 won.â
âYes!â
After much consideration, Jihye ordered a âRotten Deep Fried Udon,â and Sangwoo ordered a âCrazy Kimchi Stewâ and âSpider-web Made Rice.â Once the wizard left, Sangwoo made eye contact with Jihye who was sitting with a somewhat dissatisfied look on her face.
âDidnât you want to tell me something?â
âOh⌠No. Iâll tell you later.â
âOkay.â
Then there was silence. Sangwoo was sitting still, but he was focused on all the sounds in the tent coming from behind him. There was no way of preventing himself from doing that since he was curious about what Jang Jaeyoung was doing, who he was talking to, and what he was talking about. He heard his voice coming from all over the place. He laughed and probably joked with strangers, and he also took orders from tables and served them. Sangwooâs heart was pounding, beating a little faster.
âAh, oppa! Do you want me to tell you a funny story?â
âHuh? Sure⌠Go ahead.â
âSo you know. A tuna kimbap and cheese kimbap were walking down the street when they met a pickled radish. HoweverâŚâ
âGrrrrrrrrrâŚâ
âOMFG!â
As the sudden appearance of Frankenstein with a nail stuck to his head had startled her, Jihye seemed to have flown 30 cm up into the air. Jihye looked angry, but she couldnât say anything as the concept of the ghost bar was to play jokes on the customers.
âThe staff are a bit mischievous and annoying.â
âWe came because you wanted to.â
âI know. I canât say anythingâŚâ
Then their conversation was cut off again. Jihye only wiggled her fingers for a while and then asked a question.
âOppa, Iâve been wondering since earlier⌠Do you have a girlfriend?â
âNo.â
âOh, really? Then if you get a decent chance to⌠do you have any thoughts of seeing someone?â
Sangwoo tried to respond that he didnât have such intentions since he was busy with his studies, but the devil ran up to them and put a curse on them with loud gestures (it seemed to have been made up on the spot) and disappeared.
âWhat are you saying?â Sangwoo muttered to the disappearing back.
Jihye had been silent for quite a while.
âShould we leave after finishing our meals?â
âLetâs do whatever you want.â
âYes⌠Itâs so loud here that we canât talk.â
At first, Sangwoo only thought she was sensitive, but as time went by, he understood her words. Oddly enough, whenever Jihye tried to say something, a dish would be served, and if a conversation would start, a member of the theater club would without fail leave after interrupting them. It may have been a coincidence, but it was clear that it wasnât a suitable place to talk.
Either way, Sangwooâs concern was entirely focused on another person. Jaeyoung didnât actually come near them once, so Sangwoo didnât even get a chance to take a closer look at his costume and makeup, not even when he gladly took pictures as he went to other tables.
âIs it because weâre sex partners?â
He had decided that he wasnât going to be one anymore, though.
Sangwoo sighed and leaned his back against the chair. The more he envisioned having sex with Jaeyoung, the darker it became. Sangwoo simply didnât have any courage to insert his penis into that guyâs rectum. Also, he wasnât sure he could handle seeing Jaeyoung in the same kind of agony he saw the people suffering from in the audiovisual material he saw.
Jaeyoung kept his word by truly giving them a lot of services. He had already given them three bottles of soju, dried side dishes, and a rolled omelet, none of which they had ordered. Even Jihye, who wanted to leave as soon as possible greedily picked up her chopsticks in front of free food and alcohol.
âOppa, you drink well, I see.â
Even if Jihye was drinking as well, most of the soju went into Sangwooâs mouth. Perhaps it was because of the severity of the stress he had suffered over the weekend, but he wanted to get drunk.
His state of mind was like a compiler with 100 lines of bright red error code.