That guy is This guy fanfic Chapter 14

CH 14

As if fate refused to let Chae Yoo-jeong rest after just finishing his semester exams, a sharp knock echoed through the quiet room, startling him awake.

‘…Someone is at the door…’

Chae Yoo-jeong sighed and looked around the room. Late afternoon sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bed, while the faint hum of the city drifted in from outside.

He glanced at Yoo Ji-han, sprawled across the mattress, completely unmoved. His breathing was deep and even, a testament to how soundly he slept when exhausted.

Chae Yoo-jeong, a light sleeper, stirred first, blinking against the dim light. His head still heavy with fatigue, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and padded quietly toward the door.

Seeing Yoo Ji-han remained asleep, he decided not to disturb him. He deserved extra rest after the exams, after all.

Every creak of the floorboards made Chae Yoo-jeong tense. Half-dazed, he reached for the handle, wondering who could possibly be visiting at this hour—and whether it was worth waking Yoo Ji-han for.

Since he was in a foreign country and didn’t want to risk being robbed in broad daylight, Chae Yoo-jeong cautiously peered through the small front door peephole. His heart skipped a beat as he adjusted his angle, trying to get a clear view without being seen. 

He froze. Standing there were his step-father and mother, their expressions unreadable.

‘Step-father… and mother…? Why are they here?’

While thinking that, he let the door open to avoid any delay in their time. They tend to riot about how their time is valuable if he gets late for even one second. 

The cold chill he got from the back side of his brain was already telling him that something was wrong with their sharp and cold expressions and that the vibes that were emitting from them felt dangerous.

‘I didn’t tell them where I lived, right? I can’t remember correctly……. Yoo Ji-han is still sleeping, so I better take the conversion somewhere else!’

Before Chae Yoo-jeong could prevent them from entering, they were already inside the house. 

‘I wished I could just push them outside.’

Chae Yoo-jeong’s palms were already sweating and became cold. He could only hope that there was no major issue with having them here. The door behind them closed with a loud thud. 

Hearing a loud noise unlike usual, Yoo Ji-han woke up and yawned. Since the living room was directly linked in the bedroom, he saw the group of strangers walking in front of Chae Yoo-jeong, who had a nervous expression, as if he was about to break down at that second. 

This surprised Yoo Ji-han to a point that he jumped out of the bed and sat up straight and sat on the couch nearby.

After his parents sat down, Chae Yoo-jeong was cowering in fear as he looked down at his feet, unable to make eye-contact with Yoo Ji-han or his parents. Yoo Ji-han’s eyes widened when the words of the strangers were heard next.

“We saw the post of the two kissing on your college forum before it got taken down.”

Yoo Ji-han and Chae Yoo-jeong automatically froze without a single word uttered. Only bodies make a creak sound as if they were robots that had suddenly run out of energy to move. Yoo Ji-han glanced at Chae Yoo-jeong whose forehead was fully steamed and cooked with dripping sweat. 

“Are you gay?”

His mother voiced her loud voice, as if she was screeching. Silence repeated in Chae Yoo-jeong’s ears, unable to hear the rest of his mother impatiently yelling at him to answer, as if he was experiencing Tinnitus. Yoo Ji-han’s dull eyes quietly staring into the mid-air, as he had no words left to say. His eyes widened trying to process the current situation. 

The only loud sounds that were heard throughout the whole apartment in the early morning was Chae Yoo-jeong’s parents, who were bickering amongst themselves and cunningly insulting Yoo Ji-han and Chae Yoo-jeong together without a single ounce of respect. 

His eyes started to shake in despair, as his vision got cloudy. He felt like he was unable to do anything. Then, a thin thread finally broke.

Tak!

Before he could stop himself, Chae Yoo-jeong lurched forward and struck his step-father across the face, his palm stinging from the impact. He hadn’t even looked at him, his body moved first, driven by instinct and the sudden rush of panic tightening his chest.

He staggered back, gasping for air. His hands trembled violently, the aftershock of fear and anger mixing in his veins. His step-father stared at him, stunned, one hand lifted halfway to his cheek as if unable to process what had just happened.

A heavy silence filled the hallway, thick and suffocating.

Before either parent could speak, footsteps approached from behind. Yoo Ji-han, still disheveled from sleep but fully alert, stepped in front of Chae Yoo-jeong in a single, decisive motion. His expression was icy, controlled, but the anger beneath it was unmistakable.

“Just get out.”

His voice was low and steady.

“Before we have to call the police. I don’t care if you’re his parents or not. Leave. Right. Now.”

Yoo Ji-han’s words cut through the silence, harsh and cold. The two of them rose without a single protest.

Chae Yoo-jeong’s mother looked at Chae Yoo-jeong with a threatening glance for the last time and muttered as if she was disgusted at him for being gay.

“Howdarehe….”

As she turned to leave, Chae Yoo-jeong’s mother cast him one last threatening glance, her expression twisted with thinly veiled disgust…...disgust not only toward him, but toward the fact that he was gay. She has one more final reason to hate him, it seems, to put the nail in the coffin. 

She muttered something under her breath, her resentment unmistakable even if the words were lost.

Finally, she spoke clearly, her voice cold and final.

“You’re no longer my son. Don’t even dare to think about contacting me or your father.”

The illusion of his mother….her cold voice from years ago telling him he was “smelly,” dirty, and unwanted flashed violently through his mind the moment her glare met his. 

His chest tightened. Chae Yoo-jeong’s eyes trembled as his vision warped, the hallway bending out of shape as if he were looking through rippling water.

His breath caught in his throat, slipping unevenly past his lips.

He had always known, somewhere deep inside, that his mother had carved lasting wounds into him. But this… this face-to-face moment, this open rejection, was the first time he had ever confronted it without shrinking back. He had never dared to defy her before. He had always obeyed, always folded himself into whatever shape she demanded.

But now….seeing her disgust aimed at him so clearly, so deliberately…...

For the first time, he understood just how much of his fear had come from her, and how long he had been living beneath it. The realization struck him with a quiet, crushing weight.

‘How long… have I lived like this…?’

This blunt, unapologetic rejection didn’t just hurt; it peeled back the truth he had spent years avoiding. And yet, despite the pain, despite the trembling in his chest, he stood there, truly stood there, without shrinking away for the first time in his life.

His parents had already left the building and were making their way toward their private plane, ready to return to Korea as if nothing had happened. They will soon forget this incident like it was nothing, and continue on with their daily lives, while he spent the time in misery and heavy hearted.

Meanwhile, Chae Yoo-jeong’s body felt unbearably sluggish, as though all the strength had drained from his limbs. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he swayed where he stood, his balance slipping away. He staggered, barely catching himself before his knees could give out.

Noticing this, Yoo Ji-han immediately stepped forward and guided him to the couch, easing him down with steady hands. Chae Yoo-jeong covered his face, bending forward as if trying to make himself smaller. His palms were cold and damp with sweat, and his vision remained blurred, pulsing at the edges.

‘He’s having a nervous breakdown!’

Yoo Ji-han tried to process what had just happened, but everything had unfolded too quickly for him to make sense of it and that too at the beak of the morning.

“Why don’t you lie down for a bit? Hmmm… my dear Yoo-jeong-ah?”

He whispered softly, his tone gentle, before taking Chae Yoo-jeong’s hand in his own and giving it a reassuring squeeze. Chae Yoo-jeong nodded, still avoiding eye contact, his gaze drifting downward. Yoo Ji-han leaned closer, trying to meet his eyes, but they remained fixed on the floor, lost in the whirlwind of emotions.

‘It’s best that I don’t speak to him right now… I’ll ask him later…….I can only guess that he’s still affected by trauma related to his mother.’

Chae Yoo-jeong lay on the couch, his body was still heavy with exhaustion, while Yoo Ji-han moved quietly to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the both of them. Though he couldn’t fully push today’s events from his mind, he sighed and reminded himself that it was already the past. There was no use overthinking it.

‘This situation will likely never happen again, after all, so there’s no use worrying over it.’

A cold silence settled over the apartment, heavy and suffocating, as if someone had died that very morning. Its weight pressed down between Yoo Ji-han and Chae Yoo-jeong, lingering in every shadowed corner, in every quiet breath that passed between them.

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Credits:

Writer: Hoshi Miya

Co-writer: Miry

HM: I wrote YC’s nervous breakdown scene with myself in mind. Yeah, I had to go through that too a few times so I’m experienced in writing such scenes.

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