Transmigrated as the Side Top used as an Emotional Trash Can

“The rules after the numbers themselves are normal, but the explanations are weird.”

“What part of that is normal! Every single thing is weird!”

“Calm down, Jayoon-ah. It says not to raise your heart rate.”

“-Ha! You seriously…!”

Kwon Jayoon made an incredulous face as though asking if I was really going to obediently follow that, and acted as though he might make an even bigger fuss. But there wasn’t any better option to take in this situation, so in the end he sighed and behaved himself.

“Hmm….”

I carefully reviewed the pedestrian safety rules a few more times, then spoke again.

“If it says to hold the handrail and keep to the right, that probably means we’re supposed to go up, right?”

Only if we headed upward could we keep the handrail on our right and the wall on our left.

“What if those bastards from our class come after us with axes! Fuck! Call the police!”

“If they were going to come, they would’ve come already. There’s nobody here except us.”

“Why the hell should I trust what you say? Who even are you?”

Come to think of it, even during the Mafia game, he had been the kind of person who felt humiliated when control was taken away from him.

He probably wasn’t objecting because he had found some logical contradiction in what I said. He simply didn’t like that someone else had taken the lead.

“…What do I have to do to make you listen to me?”

“What do you have to do?”

Until now, I had either dealt with situations alone or been with Kim Jihwan or Cha Gwonhyeok, who were rational and quick to judge, so things had gone smoothly. This time, though, the person with me was getting angry and worked up for no reason and doing nothing but acting viciously.

And it wasn’t just that he was vicious.

“Beg me.”

He couldn’t even grasp the situation.

Jayoon-ah, you’re the first person who’s ever made me want to abandon someone behind this badly.

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Kwon Jayoon and I sat apart from each other for a while to cool our emotions.

I had never felt frustrated or suffocated when I was with Kim Jihwan, who was similarly bad at controlling his emotions. At the very least, even if Kim Jihwan acted like a contrarian, he didn’t torment people because he hated them.

But Kwon Jayoon….

“Hey, Baek Hanrim. You’ve been quiet for a while. Try persuading me. Make me feel like listening.”

It felt like talking to a wall.

Kwon Jayoon was the type who hated people. After all, he was telling me to make his ‘heart’ feel inclined with nothing but that abstract concept.

“Jayoon-ah, do you not know what kind of situation we’re in right now?”

“I know. We’re fucked. You really want to keep your pride even in a situation like this?”

You’re the one protecting your pride, Kwon Jayoon. I wish you’d stop ignoring how much I want both of us to survive.

Is your goal to make me angry, or is your goal just to vent your own anger?

“Why? You getting pissed off too? Look at your face.”

He was right. Fiery emotions were rising inside me. Then I saw Kwon Jayoon’s reddened cheek that still hadn’t gone down and one eye with burst blood vessels, and my anger subsided a little.

He probably wasn’t getting worked up and suspicious for no reason. Until just a little while ago, he had been surrounded by kids and beaten.

‘You think I’m some money-crazed bastard?!’

As I quietly calmed myself down, I suddenly remembered what Kwon Jayoon had shouted.

Right, if I wanted to coax Mafia Purple, who liked money….

“Hey, Jayoon-ah. Can I come closer?”

I organized my thoughts and approached Kwon Jayoon.

“Ah, fuck, why….”

Kwon Jayoon clearly didn’t like me coming closer, but he didn’t do anything extreme like tell me to get lost or violently kick at me.

Maybe because we had taken some time apart, Kwon Jayoon seemed to have calmed down a little too. I sat down beside him and spoke quietly.

“If you listen to me, I’ll pay you by the hour. Two million won an hour.”

“What?”

“I said I’ll pay you. Want it now?”

I took an envelope out of my back pocket and pulled out three 50,000-won bills.

“Fuck! Who do you think is some beggar?!”

I pulled out one more and showed him four.

“W-What the hell! Why are you carrying so much money around…?!”

Five.

“Holy, fuck, wow….”

Stopping by the ATM this morning and withdrawing money was really coming in handy.

Recently, I had been converting the money I received from the Mafia game into cash. I figured I’d use it for something eventually, but I never expected to use it to hire someone.

“I knew you were well-off, but….”

Kwon Jayoon muttered with a shadowed expression.

In reality, Baek Hanrim wasn’t particularly wealthy. He was just a kid with middle-class parents who worked as professionals.

But I didn’t say that aloud. Wealth was relative, after all.

“Now you feel like listening to me, right?”

I stiffly lined up six 50,000-won bills and tucked them into the breast pocket of Kwon Jayoon’s shirt.

“Uh, fuck….”

The fact that he displayed his desires to the point of rudeness meant he cared that little about appearances and that his purpose was simple. Even something black could be called pure if it was simply black without any impurities mixed in.