Chapter 57: Eunsam the Community Addict -3

Chapter 57: Eunsam the Community Addict -3

Ugh

A groan escaped from his lips.

His head felt like it had been pounded by a hammer, reverberating, while his insides churned and roiled.

Dokyun opened his eyes, confirming his less than stellar physical condition before scanning his surroundings.

"The bedroom"

On the bed in the bedroom.

He couldn't grasp why he was here.

"Clearly"

He remembered going out, joining a drinking session. The image of people crowding around, passing drinks, flashed in his mind, followed by conversations with her.

What were they talking about? He couldn't quite remember.

His thoughts were interrupted by the persistent throbbing in his head.

Ugh

Once again, a sound akin to a corpse's wail escaped through the crack.

Though he wanted to fall back asleep, a feeling of having missed something important nagged at him, prompting him to roll his head again.

Suddenly!

Dokyun's body jolted upright.

"Sh-!"

An involuntary curse slipped out.

Cold sweat trickled down his back.

The events of the previous day, the conversation with her, replayed in his mind.

"Hey, these days, isn't cryptocurrency really hot?"

"Ugh"

"So! I was thinking, what if we ride that wave for once!"

"Ugh"

"There's something good I can't quite put it into words?"

"Ugh"

"With just this one move, our lives could turn around completely"

The conversation continued.

"It's a bit awkward to buy alone, isn't it? Don't you have 500 million?"

"Ugh"

"Hey, how about pooling our 500 million each and making a move with our influence?"

She, who had been advocating for cryptocurrency investments.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

And then.

"How did I?"

With beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead, Dokyun grasped his head, reflecting on the events of the previous day.

Clearly.

"Nodding"

He nodded.

"Damn it!"

His eyes snapped open. Dokyun frantically rummaged through the bed with an impatient movement, searching for his smartphone.

After a while, with hurried movements, Dokyun found his smartphone under the pillow at the head of the bed. As he fumbled to turn on the screen, a strange icon appeared on the background.

"A coin app"

Cold sweat dripped down.

With trembling hands, he tapped on the app, and the screen of the logged-in app appeared.

Shortly after, as Dokyun stared at the screen for a moment, he moved his finger to tap on the personal assets tab.

"Ah, ah, ah"

The entire screen was painted in a deep blue hue.

A steeply descending graph in blue, plummeting downward.

A profit rate indicating 135%.

"Ugh ah"

Only a hollow sigh escaped his lips, and soon a sense of despair engulfed him.

It was strange.

Was he still not completely sober, or could this be real? There's no way his entire fortune would be tied up here, no, there's no way his assets would plummet like this.

With a thud.

His strength drained away as his smartphone slipped through his limp fingers.

His breath became labored, and his mind grew hazy.

"Heave ho!"

Emotions surged uncontrollably, and soon, blood rushed to his head along with those emotions.

Shortly after, staggering to his feet with unsteady steps, Dokyun moved towards the door with determination. As he swung the door open forcefully, he saw her sitting on the living room sofa, clutching her head.

For a moment, as he gazed at her, she sensed his presence and lifted her head to look at him.

"D-Dokyun, are you up?"

She said with dilated pupils, shaking violently as if an earthquake had struck.

She spoke without using the language of the community or the any dialect, but he did not have the ability to notice that.

Anger filled her head, paralyzing all rational thoughts.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Her heartbeats quickened even more.

As Dokyun, who could no longer control his emotions, approached her with excited movements.

"Uh, uh?"

From head to toe in a knitted sweater, slacks, hair tied up neatly, and stylish half-frame glasses.

It was Eunseol.

""

""

Silence ensued, and after a moment of staring at him, she sighed deeply and spoke.

"I'm sorry."

With those words, Dokyun, feeling deflated, knelt down as if his strength had left him.

"Ah Ah"

Meaningless sounds filled with despair escaped from his mouth, and his pupils began to shake violently.

After watching him for a moment, Eunseol tapped his shoulder gently, and only then did Dokyun, realizing the situation, erupted in anger, biting down hard.

His teeth clenched.

'Escape!'

The vile seed of malice fled into his body.

Unconsciously, his hand reached up to cover his face, and a sigh of lamentation escaped.

"Huhuh"

Why, why did this happen?

Continuing to ponder, he came to a conclusion.

'It's my fault Yes, it's my fault'

It was his fault for not being cautious around her, who had approached him with familiarity since the beginning.

Sadness, despair, regret, and hopelessness.

All sorts of negative emotions swept over him as he knelt, stumbling and twisting. And just as he was doing so, Eunseol, who had been watching him all along, spoke again.

"It's your fault. I'm sorry."

Words of apology reached him.

As Dokyun looked up at her with a helpless gaze, she sighed deeply and added an explanation.

"That girl had been gambling lately and blocked her account. I thought she wouldn't do anything as long as there was no money, so I let my guard down"

With a weary expression, she pressed her temples, then continued.

"I didn't know she would touch your money. I'm sorry."

Dark circles were visible under his eyes.

"I'll make up for the lost money."

Seeing her offer to take responsibility, Dokyun, who had lost the strength to pour out more anger, replied with a weak voice.

"No, it's not necessary. I should have been more careful"

Seeing her expression, he couldn't bring himself to ask for the money.

"I felt disappointed."

Feeling disappointed and miserable, tears welled up in his eyes.

Emotions surging once again.

Dokyun clenched his hand that was touching the ground tightly and spoke.

"You don't need to take responsibility."

That's right. The guilty should be questioned by the guilty.

Dokyun lifted his head, which had been buried in the ground, and stared at her with determined eyes.

"I'll handle it myself!"

With such a strong determination in his gaze, as she looked at him, she nodded with a crestfallen expression.

"Okay."

A voice that seemed uncomfortable somewhere.

Dokyun, judging that this was all because of that vile manipulator, gathered his resolve once again and stood up, but then her voice echoed once more.

"Go to the living room, I'll make breakfast."

As Dokyun watched Eunseol turn around after saying that, he finally became aware of the state of his body, twisted by the hangover.

Gurgle.

As he focused on the sensations in his body, he felt the constant churning in his stomach.

He had been too drunk the day before.

"Ugh"

Dokyun staggered to his feet, passing the end of the corridor to see her heading towards the kitchen.

Was it her way of comforting him? Realizing only now what she meant by saying she would cook first, Dokyun felt a small consolation as he shuffled along.

"Yeah, she's a victim too."

She must have been taken aback seeing him in this state as soon as he came out.

It would only make Eunseol more uncomfortable if he poured out his anger now.

This anger should be contained, to be released on a day when it would be appropriate.

Having made that resolution, Dokyun suppressed the urge to vent his anger, smoothed out his expression, and headed to the living room.

Later, sitting on the sofa, when he looked towards the kitchen, he saw her pouring something into a large pot.

He wasn't sure what dish it was, but the peculiar smell emanating from it raised some questions.

What could that smell be? He pondered for a moment.

"Could it be?"

Was she sacrificing her own taste preferences to make a spicy hangover soup for him? Lost in that thought for a while.

As the clattering sound reached his ears, and she finished cooking and setting up, Dogyun found himself staring at the pot beside her.

"Eat."

Staring at Eunseol for a moment as she spoke while sitting down, then back at the pot, Dokyun felt a sense of disappointment as he took his seat.

"Well then."

It was a menu that suited her.

The contents of the pot were kalguksu with plenty of coriander.