It is Easiest to be Obsessed by Everyone

[It’s me, Hwang Ah-young. I’m really sorry about yesterday. Please just read this once… I must have been crazy, I mean completely lost my mind, to have done such a horrible thing to you. How could I embarrass you like that in the middle of the street? You must hate me now.]

Is this even the same girl from yesterday? 

Did her friend write this for her?

[I just got so frustrated because I couldn’t reach you for days, and your phone was off. You know I can’t last even a week without hearing from you. I’m not trying to be clingy, but it’s like I can’t help it… I don’t want to be this way, but I keep doing it…]

This felt familiar. 

I thought I’d sent texts like this to a girl I was into before… Only to later realize I was the only one who felt that way.

[I swear I won’t be clingy anymore. I’ll never act like that in public again. I just lost control. Please forgive me just this once… If I could, I’d split open my chest and show you how sincere my feelings are…]

Whoa! No need to go that far. 

‘I already know you have S-level feelings for me, so please don’t do anything extreme.’

[Can you just meet me once? I really want to tell you how I feel… I feel like I’m going crazy… I haven’t been able to eat or sleep since yesterday, and I’ve just been crying the whole time… I’ve been crying non-stop, and now I finally got the courage to send you this message…]

The message was sent at 5 p.m.

It was clear how carefully she planned when to send that text. 

She chose 5 p.m.—the time when I would likely be feeling relaxed after having a wild Friday night, sleeping in late, recovering from a hangover, and winding down both physically and mentally. 

Why am I so sure of this? 

Because I used to do the same thing. 

I might not know much else, but I totally understood the minds of the women who clung to Chang-woo. 

I get it. There was a connection between us in that regard.

[I’ll be waiting for your reply… Don’t feel pressured. Just reach out whenever you feel better.]

Every word was painstakingly chosen. 

I could imagine the tears she shed as she typed out every single letter. 

It was so obvious that she put her heart and soul into it, and that really hit me in the gut. 

It reminded me too much of my past, of the times when I was the one clinging on.

“Hyena, do you know that girl from yesterday?”

“I’ve never met her before. But when you said her name, I recognized her because you’ve mentioned Ah-young unnie a few times.”

“Did I really? I don’t remember, but as soon as I saw her face, her name just popped into my head.”

“I know. You did the same thing with me.”

Thank God. She didn’t seem too bothered.

“So, what was my relationship with her? What did I tell you about her?”

“You said she was good in bed but that she was really clingy.”

“…”

I didn’t have the courage to look at Hyena’s face right now. Her voice sounds so calm, and that scared me even more.

“Do you want to take a look at the message?”

“Me?”

“Is this what I think it is? Should I look at it? Why?”

“Uh, yeah. I just don’t want you to misunderstand, so I’m showing you.”

“I’m not misunderstanding anything. But if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll look.”

“Please do. I think I’ll feel more at ease.”

“Okay.”

Hyena quickly got up and scooted over next to me. 

Through the loose neckline of her oversized shirt, I could see her soft breasts without a bra. 

I wanted to reach out and touch them, but this really wasn’t the right moment.

After reading the message, Hyena spoke up.

“Meet her once and accept her apology.”

“Why?”

“I’m worried she might actually write your name in a suicide note and go through with it.”

Chills ran down my spine.

“I don’t think she’d really do it, but if she causes a suicide scare again, you’ll be stressed. It’s better to meet her and nip it in the bud early.”

“Again? What do you mean by ‘again’?”

“I know of at least 17 girls who’ve attempted suicide because of you.”

“You’re not one of them, right? Please don’t tell me you’d do that.”

“I would.”

My heart nearly dropped.

How could she say something so terrifying with a smile?

“If you die, I’ll die too. I don’t think I’d have any reason to keep living.”

“Please don’t say that.”

“So, live healthily and for a long, long time. Don’t try to die again like last time.”

“I’m not planning on dying, but can you really control life like that? What if I die in an accident? Would you still follow me?”

“Yes.”

“Please don’t. You need to live a long, healthy life.”

“As long as you live long, I’ll live long too.”

“If I die in an accident, I’ll come to you as a spirit and make you pregnant. Think of it as raising me and live on with our child. Or do you not want to get pregnant?”

“Oh no. I’d love to have your child, of course! So you have to live a long life.”

Hyena clapped her hands happily, making it seem like she had been teasing me the whole time.

“Tomorrow’s Sunday. When the sun comes up, meet her. It’ll be good for you too.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

I was a bit surprised at how calm she was about me meeting a clingy ex without any sign of worry or anxiety. 

Was it because she trusted me that much, or did she just not care as long as we were together? 

Feeling a little mischievous, I decided to test her.

“What if I get tempted and end up sleeping with her?”

“Then we’ll just start counting the three years again.”

I lost. 

Completely defeated by that beautiful smile and her flawless logic.

“Okay. I’ll meet her when the sun comes up.”

“Send a reply now. She’s probably doing nothing but anxiously waiting for it.”

I knew exactly what that felt like… Remembering my own experiences made it hard to just leave her hanging.

Getting bombarded with texts from women I’d never met didn’t bother me, but with Hwang Ah-young… I couldn’t just ignore her. 

Especially after seeing her cry so desperately in the middle of the street, dragged away by her friends. 

Now, she was directly involved in my life, and that made her someone capable of leaving a weight on my chest.

“Alright. But what should I say?”

“Just send the time and place. That’s all you need. What time, and where.”

“… Did I do the same to you before?”

“Yes.”

Suddenly, I remembered the message from the original Chang-woo that I saw right when I first woke up in his body three days ago.  

Wow. He really was something else.

Anyway, I started thinking about what to reply. 

She probably had no real sleep or food since last night. She likely didn’t even look human right now.

After sending the text at 5 p.m., she had probably been anxiously waiting this whole time, wondering if a reply would come, barely able to breathe. 

Was it really okay to just send the time and place without saying more? 

I scratched my head, thinking about how to respond.

[Let’s meet tomorrow at 1 p.m. at **. Now, go eat something and get some rest. I’m not going to cancel, so relax and rest up.]

I deleted it without sending. 

That didn’t sound like Chang-woo. 

I’r already seen how being ‘un-Chang-woo-like’ only made things worse yesterday. 

But sending a cold, Chang-woo-style text… That didn’t sit well with me either.

[Tomorrow at 1 p.m.]

[Make sure you do your makeup properly, so I’m not embarrassed.]

[If it looks like you’ve been crying, I’m leaving right away.]

Before sending it, I showed it to Hyena.

“What do you think? If I send it like this, she’ll try to take care of herself today—eat properly, sleep well, and come out tomorrow in good condition, right?”

“Wow! You’re being so considerate. But what if she’s so excited she doesn’t sleep at all tonight?”

“….”

Not even 10 seconds after I sent the message, I got a reply.

[ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ Okay, I’ll sleep well tonight and make sure I look really pretty for tomorrow♥]

I showed the reply to Hyena too, who didn’t show any hint of jealousy.

“Have a good time meeting her tomorrow.”

“When are you going to bed?”

“Once I finish my work. But if you’re sleepy, I can take my laptop and work in the bedroom.”

“I just want to sleep together.”

Before I could even finish the sentence, Hyena closed her laptop.

“Hehe. Shall we sleep then?”

“Don’t you have work to finish?”

“When I go to the office, I can finish it there. It’s not like I get paid extra for doing it at home.”

I spread my arms slightly, and Hyena crawled into my embrace and lay down. Her clear, unwrinkled smile was so beautiful.

“This is the first time we’re really sleeping together.”

“We slept together yesterday too.”

“Wasn’t that more like passing out than sleeping?”

Yesterday, after pushing her stamina to the limit, Hyena passed out. 

We didn’t get to hold each other like this, gently embracing and sharing our breath.

In the small living room of this cramped 1.5-room apartment, I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. 

I thought I’d remember this space forever even if we lived somewhere else later.

“Hyena, what’s your dream?”

“To be with you, of course.”

“Other than that. Like, do you have any plans for your future or career?”

“I’m not really sure yet.”

“Do you enjoy editing?”

“Yeah. It’s fun.”

“Do you think you might want to specialize in it?”

“The boss said if I keep studying hard in this field, I could build a career. He suggested I could even become a YouTuber later since there’s a lot of potential there.”

A 33-year-old IT YouTuber with 4 million subscribers, huh. 

I’d never met him, but I didn’t like him already. 

Still, I let it go temporarily.

“I was thinking of starting a YouTube channel focused on sketch comedy instead.”

“Sketch comedy?”

“Yeah. Short content under 10 minutes per episode. It’s not a burden to produce, and a lot of YouTubers have become really popular with that format.”

“With your looks, you’d probably blow up if you were on screen.”

“I’m more interested in production than acting. Filming and editing is what I really enjoy.”

“If you ever need extras, let me know. I’ll help out.”

“Are you confident in your acting skills?”

“I could act as a lifelong single, a terminal cancer patient, or a grad student.”

“Those all seem like roles you’d be terrible at.”

We continued chatting softly, holding each other tightly until we drifted into sleep. 

At that moment, I was the happiest person on Earth.

———

“Chang-woo, you’ve been waiting a long time.”

I almost spat out the water I was holding in my mouth. 

Hwang Ah-young’s outfit was shockingly bold. 

Or rather, the real shock was…

[Hwang Ah-young]

[24 years old]

[166cm 50kg G-cup]

She was confidently flaunting herself in a black tube top, and the impressive volume of her chest, as guaranteed by the status window, was impossible to ignore. 

Was she always a G-cup? 

Visually, it seemed a bit more modest before. 

Was she hiding her true figure back then?

Honestly, the first time I saw her status window, I only glanced at the top and bottom lines. 

Just her name and the date of our last sexual encounter.

My God. 

This was the first time I’d ever seen a chest like that in real life. 

Does something like that actually exist?