That Face Is the Problem - Chapter 42.1
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- A Pretty Decent Person
‘Why is it that every time I open my eyes in a dungeon, I end up in a hospital?’ Jeong Jae-gyeong thought as he stared at the white hospital ceiling.
He recalled slowly, in chronological order, the events that led here. At the end, he had acted as bait and separated from the team to lure the monsters… then Da-sol had followed him and walked alongside him… they had been attacked… hmm…
Jae-gyeong’s face turned bright red as he pieced it all together. The monsters had tried mental attacks because they realized physical attacks could not pierce his “Divine Shield” skill.
‘Crazy bastards.’
As expected, S-rank monsters were intelligent. They analyzed Da-sol and Jae-gyeong’s personalities and acted out the scenes that would embarrass them most in the mirrors. ‘As a result, Da-sol had actually vomited, and I… while trying to shield his eyes… huh? Didn’t I get shot a lot?’
Finally recalling the moment he was injured, Jae-gyeong sat up in surprise. He slid his hand under his hospital gown, and where there had been no scar before, he now felt one.
Da-sol must have healed him.
Pink magical energy had poured from Da-sol into him, and he remembered the last moment when Da-sol had desperately held his cheek while casting a heal. At that time, Da-sol had looked like he was about to cry. Jae-gyeong had assumed it was just the reflection of tears in his own eyes, but maybe…
Just then, the hospital room door opened and someone entered. Assuming it was Hyeon Hee-ro again, Jae-gyeong lifted his head, but it was not Hee-ro. It was Da-sol. He sat beside Jae-gyeong with his usual calm and attractive expression.
“Da-sol! How… Why are you here? Are you okay?”
“…Yes.”
Da-sol answered with mild annoyance. He already knew Jae-gyeong was fine, so he did not bother asking further.
“And what brings you here…”
It was not a question of concern, nor a curiosity about Jae-gyeong’s recovery. Still, if Da-sol came all this way, there must be a reason. People might defend him, saying he is not that cruel, but Jae-gyeong was correct. Da-sol had a purpose.
“In the Mirror Dungeon,”
Da-sol crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. Jae-gyeong swallowed hard.
“At the end, when you covered me with your wings, what was that about?”
“Excuse me?”
Was that the reason he had come? Jae-gyeong answered in confusion.
“You vomited when looking at the mirrors…”
“And?”
“I shielded your eyes so you wouldn’t vomit…”
“That’s all?”
“Yes…”
“I’m asking why you shielded me to stop me from vomiting.”
Jae-gyeong was puzzled. Why did he need a reason for that?
It was simple. Da-sol looked uncomfortable and distressed when he vomited. It was not just disgust. He was sweating and pale, as if recalling a bad memory. Considering his past experiences with men, including frequent mentions of sexual harassment, Jae-gyeong assumed it was a PTSD-type trigger. He had only wanted to prevent that trigger from affecting Da-sol.
But Jae-gyeong knew that explaining it like that would hurt Da-sol’s pride. Besides, assuming his feelings like that was rude. She could not say it outright. What excuse should she give instead?
As Jae-gyeong pondered, Da-sol blinked and let out a deep sigh.
“Stop lying.”
Da-sol said in a troubled voice. Jae-gyeong’s heart skipped a beat as her hidden feelings were immediately exposed. Seeing his expression, Da-sol turned his head.
“Haa… I knew this would happen. Damn it.”
“Yes…?”
“Jeong Jae-gyeong, you… you like me, right?”
He had hesitated over the word and could not say “like” directly. Jae-gyeong realized this and shouted.
“What?!”
“I know you are sincere, but as you also know, I am not gay…”
Da-sol clenched both fists on his knees tightly. His veins were prominent, and Jae-gyeong feared he might be about to punch her.
“But I know you are not a bad person. So I will politely decline. I hope you can sort out your feelings. I will continue to make an effort, so Jeong Jae-gyeong, try putting in your own effort too.”
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