Transmigrated as the Side Top used as an Emotional Trash Can

He sounded so serious that I was slightly surprised and looked back at him.

“You can forgive someone for taking something that belongs to you?”

“Hm? We don’t even know for sure yet….”

I had only thrown it out as a light conversation topic, but he seemed to be digging too deeply into it, which made me a little uncomfortable.

Maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up. It wasn’t anything important.

“Hahaha, it was probably a mistake-. Is this really something to forgive or not forgive?”

“I.”

Cha Gwonhyeok spoke in a subdued voice.

“Can’t forgive it. I hate it.”

For a moment, chills ran eerily over the back of my neck.

I didn’t even know why I had gotten chills. Was I being too sensitive? It wasn’t anything significant.

Depending on how you heard it, it even sounded a little sad….

“That white pony?”

Kim Jihwan suddenly spoke up as though he knew what I meant.

Come to think of it, I had brought it with me to elective class a few times, so of course Kim Jihwan knew.

“Yeah, our pony that I diligently washed and even performed surgery on whenever it tore.”

“Probably smelled like P*geon.”

I replied, “Probably,” to Cha Gwonhyeok, who had returned to normal, and sniffed my clothes.

We had run out two days ago and switched to D*wny, so the pony had left while we were still using P*geon.

“But since I slept with my head on it, wouldn’t it smell like shampoo?”

“Really? What shampoo do you use?”

Cha Gwonhyeok raised a hand, lightly lifted the hair at the side of my head, then let it fall with a soft rustle.

“The communal shampoo in the Swimming Club shower room. The four-liter one.”

It was cheap and came in a large quantity, so I used the same product at home too.

Now that we were talking about it, my bangs were getting in my line of sight, so I fiddled with them a little. The ends felt slightly rough. It was probably damaged from the disinfectant in the pool water.

“Gwonhyeok-ah, does my hair feel okay? Should I cut it?”

“Seems fine.”

“No, touch it again. It’s curly, so you have to put your fingers through it to tell.”

I lifted Cha Gwonhyeok’s hand and tangled my hair between his fingers.

My original hair had been straight, but Baek Hanrim in the novel had curly hair.

It was exactly the kind of appearance a side top would have.

The main top was a straight-haired black German shepherd, and the side top was a curly-haired brown golden retriever.

“Can you tell? How damaged is it?”

Cha Gwonhyeok didn’t react much even after touching my hair.

I moved his hand more actively.

I pushed his large, rake-like fingers deep enough to touch my scalp, then slid them out so my hair slipped smoothly between them. I repeated it a couple of times.

Whenever his palm brushed my ear with a faint rustling sound, chills ran through me and my toes curled, so I let go of his hand first.

“What the hell are you doing in the middle of eating?”

“I’m telling you, my hair really isn’t like it used to be.”

“It’s the same. Broom head.”

I suggested that Kim Jihwan touch it too, but he rejected me immediately.

When I was little, my hair had been decent enough that the girls used to play with it, and now I was being called a broom.

Oh, how the years had passed.

“I wish I had pretty straight hair like you guys.”

I rested my chin on my hand and stared blankly at Kim Jihwan’s hair, which shimmered beneath the fluorescent lights.

The glossy strands held the brilliant light and seemed almost multicolored….

“Pretty. I like it.”

“Fuck, just eat your damn food, Baek Hanrim. You’re starting this shit again.”

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After we finished eating, we went to Kim Jihwan’s Class 12 and went over what had gone missing.

“School uniform, wrist guard, school flute, tumbler straw?”

That was the list of things stolen from Kim Jihwan.

They weren’t worth much money, and they were all things that would probably show signs of use.

And somehow… they were a little….

“The items are way too obvious.”

I nodded in agreement with Cha Gwonhyeok.

They were things that touched his mouth or his body.

“I’m seriously going to kill that bastard once I catch them.”

Kim Jihwan seriously considered whether he should throw the culprit into the sea or bury them in the mountains.

I didn’t answer, but I seriously considered it with him.

Wouldn’t the mountains be better? If they could swim, they might survive the sea.

“Hey, Baek Hanrim. Why did you call me?”

Kwon Jayoon’s question brought our ridiculous murder conspiracy to an end.

Maybe because he had just been dragged over while playing jokgu, Kwon Jayoon had his lips pushed out in a long pout.

“You have expertise in this area.”

I was the one who had called Kwon Jayoon.

The reason was simple. During the ‘creepypasta,’ he had demonstrated specialized knowledge of crime.

“Hey! I told you I didn’t steal those sneakers back then?!”

“I know-. You’re here as a criminal consultant investigator, not a thief.”

At the word investigator, the corner of Kwon Jayoon’s mouth twitched upward before he abruptly scowled.

Then he looked over Kim Jihwan’s seat once and gave his opinion.

“Front seat. Easy to see. Usually the back gets hit more often, but this was targeted at the person. The items aren’t worth money either, but they’re things that get handled a lot.”

“So that’s how you approach it.”

Cha Gwonhyeok became interested in Kwon Jayoon’s method of reasoning.

When both of them were enemies, they had been impossible to deal with, but now that I thought of them as being on the same side, I felt as though I had gained an army of a thousand men and ten thousand horses.

“Usually, guys who pick one specific person and steal certain kinds of items are highly likely to be in the same class. They see them that often, so they know where the person keeps their things, and it’s easy for them to get close too.”

“You think it’s someone in the same class?”