The Divorced Man Has Returned

#21. …If it wasn’t for me.

“Hehehe. Inuk-ah. Goodbye!”

Harin smiled brightly as usual and greeted me in the morning.

“Yes. Harin-ah. Good morning.”

But there was one thing I was a little curious about.

Harina. Why are you sitting next to me?

Clearly, until last week, the seat next to me was Park Ha-min.

But for some reason, Ha-min was sitting in Harin’s seat, and Harin was sitting as if it was her own seat.

“Hey… Harin-ah.”

“Huh?”

It was Harin who took her luggage out of her bag very naturally.

“That… Here’s Hamin’s seat…”

Before I could finish speaking, Harin suddenly held a chocolate in front of her mouth.

“Come on! This!”

A sweet caramel scent that tickles the tip of her nose.

This was the chocolate that I drank with cigarettes in my previous life until the day I died.

I’ve never eaten anything in this life…

“This is my favorite, you should try it too! Hehe.”

It seems that Harin of her previous life also enjoyed eating it.

She was such a sweet lover, so it wasn’t unusual for her to see chocolate coming out of her bag.

As I was savoring the melt-in-your-mouth flavor, I almost forgot the original question.

“Harin-ah. But your seat… Have you moved…?”

In general, in the academy classroom, it was common to listen to the classes from the first seat at the beginning of the semester.

It wasn’t impossible to change, but most people just got used to the place and didn’t bother to change it.

“Ah. Yeah. I was sitting by the window, so the sun seemed to burn my skin a bit, so I asked Hamin.”

However, this seat was not that far from the window, so bright sunlight did come in at certain times.

“That’s right. Wouldn’t it be better to have a seat in the back?”

Harin patted her hand with both her hands, indicating that she absolutely hated it.

“No! But photosynthesis is important! Inuk-ah!”

“…Doesn’t people need photosynthesis?”

Are you a plant? Ha-rin Yoon.

“Is that vitamin D? Because it’s important anyway!”

What. I didn’t hate it though.

In fact, looking at Harin sitting next to me, it seemed as if I could do it for a few hours.

Until her first divorce, she thought she would grow old by her side forever.

Memories of her dating Harin when she was a student at the academy began to come to mind one by one.

So I watched Harin take out her book without saying anything for a while.

Did I look too tiredly?

Harin turned her head and looked at me.

Frowning at her sudden action, I instinctively turned her head to the other side.

“…Inwook-ah.”

It was her voice full of playfulness.

It was her tone that seemed to make fun of me 200% just by looking at it.

“Huh?”

“You just looked at me.”

“No, no, I just looked out the window.”

“Why don’t you be a little honest?”

He looked like he already knew all the answers.

I kept my mouth shut, not knowing what to say.

I could see the corners of Harin’s lips rising upwards.

“Can you lend me your ear for a second?”

Are you trying to tell a story that other people shouldn’t hear?

I leaned her body slightly and lowered her head towards her.

“…I know. I’m pretty.”

“Pooh.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her unexpected remarks.

Few people probably knew that Harin was such a child.

When seen from afar, she is innocent and pretty. She was a neat feeling, though.

It’s been a while since she’d been in a relationship, and then she was able to find out her true reality.

Harin is a woman whose confidence in her appearance is skyrocketing.

She thought she deserved it.

She was actually the woman who received confessions from many boys from the moment she entered the school before I even confessed to her.

Even if her nickname is ‘Academy Flower’, no explanation is necessary.

“Hahaha. Harin is good at jokes too~”

However, I couldn’t say ‘That’s the correct answer’ here, so I tried to take it lightly as a joke.

By the way… For some reason, Harin’s expression suddenly deteriorated.

“…Inwook-ah.”

“…Huh?”

Did I do something wrong? Have you ever felt bad when I looked at you?

If it was really bad, I thought I wouldn’t have played such a prank.

“Am I really not pretty?”

It was me who felt my brain stopped for a while.

She wanted someone who knew her beauty better than anyone to ask such a question.

“That’s right…”

Of course, I was going to tell you that I was pretty, but another familiar voice called out my name.

“Choi Inwook.”

Hearing a voice from the back of my seat, I and Harin turned to it.

And the main character of the voice today was a poem in a neatly tailored uniform.

“Uh… Uh! Sihwa.”

Clearly it was a different class, but seeing that they came to our class this morning, I wondered if something was wrong.

“What’s going on?”

“The content to be interviewed in the newspaper department. I think it would be good to kiss a little bit.”

“Didn’t you do that?”

“This time, it’s not on campus. It’s a version that’s published in the suburbs, or something.”

Ah… That’s why I honestly didn’t want to go to a place like the student council.

It was a group that inevitably drew the attention of others. It is.

“Then, isn’t it okay to talk here?”

Sihwa glanced at Harin sitting next to me and opened her mouth.

“Just the two of us. Do you think it would be a good place to be?”

Um… It doesn’t really matter, but I don’t know why you cut off the word just the two of you so much.

I’m just about to answer that I know. There was someone who answered before me.

“…Can’t you see that Inwook is busy right now?”

Harin, who had only listened to our conversation, responded to her with a displeased expression.

“…I don’t think I ever asked you.”

Sihwa responded to her with an indifferent expression.

“No. I have the right to answer.”

I don’t seem to remember giving that permission. Harin Mr.

“Who are you?”

Sihwa snorted at her with an absurd expression.

“Me? I’m a pair. Translated into Korean, they’re a pair. We are one of two. Do you understand?”

Cool.

I coughed in vain for no reason at her embarrassing pair introduction.

Mr. Harin. That only lasts for one semester…?

Are you going to be so engrossed in the pair?

“First-year, first-semester pair. Why are you being so harsh with a position that doesn’t help at all in life?”

It was true.

Especially, the grades in the first semester of the first year seem to have nothing to do with the graduation grade evaluation results.

But when you say it like that again… Sihwa…

Originally, it was a poem that said everything he wanted to say, but today’s level was stronger than usual.

I think we need to intervene soon…

“If it’s the student council, don’t you think it’s all right?”

Harin’s eyes looked like fireworks.

I thought about it. A scene like this was unimaginable in a previous life.

Sihwa and Harin are fighting with me in the middle of the academy…

It was dizzy.

“You can’t even say what you want to say, don’t you?”

“Hey!”

I got up from my seat as I felt my emotions rising.

“Stop. Sihwa, you are like that too. Harin, you calm down too.”

I intervened to volunteer for the role of a firefighter to put out the fire, but rather the fire came towards me.

“Yeah. In-wook, you can tell me for sure. We’re busy right now.”

“Choi In-wook. Let’s go quickly. Don’t waste your time with a kid like that.”

I felt it instinctively.

If you choose one person here, it will be incredibly difficult to follow up.

Perhaps Harin will inflate her cheeks all day, and Sihwa will create an atmosphere in which the cold wind blows so that people next to her will notice.

“I…”

After hanging my tail for a while, I also chose the third option.

“Before class starts, I need to bring some notes I left in the club room!”

Of course, such a note did not exist, but it was me who spit and looked at anything.

You did a good job joining the club.

I never imagined that the day when that clumsy club would be helpful would come so soon.

“Only 10 minutes left. Harin-ah! I’ll be back soon! Let’s talk Sihwa later after class!”

“Hey! Choi Inwook!”

“Inwook-ah!”

Ignoring their answers, I rushed out into the hallway.

Wasn’t this the best option I could choose from?

I went to the bathroom to catch my breath, and I spent time there until the last minute of class.

* *

After Choi In-wook left the classroom hesitantly.

There was a strange silence between me and Yun Harin.

Even if she had a fever from my words, her face was dyed red.

“…A subject that would not have had a chance without me…”

Yun Harin muttered in a low voice.

It was a very small talk to herself, so she probably thought I didn’t hear it.

But the moment I just listened to her words.

I understood why she said that so naturally.

The stigma engraved on me in my previous life that I so desperately wanted to deny.

The feeling of defeat that was buried in one side of my heart until the day I got married to Choi In-wook.

She was talking to me.

The fact that I was the second.