That guy is This guy fanfic Chapter 15

CH 15

Just as Chae Yoo-jeong was about to pay for the groceries at the counter, he looked up from his phone, where he had been messaging Yoo Ji-han, who seemed worried about him, and reached to swipe his credit card.

Beep! Beep!

A red light flashed on the small screen in front of him, accompanied by the message:

“This card has been declined.”

“Aah….”

Chae Yoo-jeong let out a frustrated sigh. Deciding it was best to explain, he pulled out his phone to call Yoo Ji-han and tell him that his father had frozen the card that had been given to him.

The lady at the counter smiled warmly.

“Do you have another card or a different payment method you’d like to use, Sir?”

She seemed used to seeing foreigners struggle with cash or card issues. Her patience was unwavering, even as the people behind him tapped their feet, glanced at their watches, and muttered under their breath. The faint hum of the air conditioner mixed with the low chatter of the store, making the moment feel heavier than it should have.

“Sorry about that. I’ll pay with Google Pay…”

Chae Yoo-jeong said, slightly flustered. He looked at his phone and with a careful hand, he positioned the camera over the QR code on the counter, trying not to fumble as the line behind him shifted impatiently.

Once the photo was sent, on Yoo Ji-han’s kakaotalk account , he immediately called Yoo Ji-han, tapping his phone nervously. The line connected, and Yoo Ji-han’s gentle, concerned voice came through... 

“Hello? Yoo-jeong-ah~ Is something wrong?”

Yoo Ji-han spoke first in a gentle voice. Then, he saw the image pop up on his screen, Yoo Ji-han quickly understood the situation. Chae Yoo-jeong’s words tumbled out, slightly rushed. 

“You see… my card was declined because my father froze the account. Could you pay for it this time? I’ll transfer the money later. I still haven’t transferred my funds from overseas, so—”

“Oh, okay. It’s fine. You don’t have to send me anything. I’ll pay for it right now.”

Yoo Ji-han replied nonchalantly, his voice calm and reassuring.

‘It seems like Hyung has been so considerate of me lately…’

Chae Yoo-jeong thought.

‘….especially after my parents came to visit and caused that fight… in the early morning, out of nowhere.’

“Unn… see you later, then, Hyung.”

Chae Yoo-jeong forced the corners of his mouth into a small, tight smile before disconnecting the call.

The screen in front of him flashed a green check mark, signaling that the purchase had gone through successfully. The lady at the counter offered her signature warm smile and waved goodbye.

“Please come again.”

The lady said.

He offered a small, awkward smile before gathering all the groceries and luggage. Taking a deep breath, he tried to shrug off the lingering frustration and embarrassment. The weight of the bags pressed against his hands, and the distant hum of the city surrounded him as he made his way back to their apartment, determined to leave the morning’s tension behind.

***

When Yoo Ji-han arrived at the apartment door, his expression was serious, a careful mask of determination mixed with concern. He had spent the past few hours turning over in his mind how to approach Chae Yoo-jeong about the trauma tied to his mother, unsure of how to word his support without making him feel pressured.

‘I really want to help him, no matter what… and stay by his side for as long as possible.’

Yoo Ji-han thought, the pulse in his chest quickening slightly at the thought of Chae Yoo-jeong’s fragile state.

He reached for his keys, fingers brushing the cold metal, but before he could even insert one, the door swung open from the other side. Chae Yoo-jeong had already opened it, standing there with a tired yet tentative expression.

Yoo Ji-han offered a nervous smile and spoke softly.

“I’m back, Yoo-jeong-ah.”

He widened his arms slightly, gesturing for Chae Yoo-jeong to come closer. After a brief hesitation, Chae Yoo-jeong stepped forward and hugged him awkwardly, the embrace light yet carrying a quiet mix of relief and gentle sadness. Yoo Ji-han held him steadily, letting him lean on him for as long as he needed.

After taking off his shoes and coat, Yoo Ji-han sank onto the couch. Chae Yoo-jeong seemed to sense what he was about to say; no small talk was necessary. Yoo Ji-han straightened his posture, exhaled slowly, and then spoke.

“I want to talk to you about your trauma. I want to be straightforward with you.”

Chae Yoo-jeong nodded silently, bracing himself for what was to come.

At first, Chae Yoo-jeong began to speak nervously about his childhood and the harshness of his mother. His words were hesitant, faltering, but as he continued, tears welled up in his eyes. Soon his face contorted with emotion, his voice cracking and failing as he struggled to speak. Yoo Ji-han listened quietly, his expression calm and patient.

When Chae Yoo-jeong finally broke down and began to cry, Yoo Ji-han moved to his side, gently patting his back in a steady, reassuring rhythm.

‘It seems he feels a twinge of guilt for speaking negatively about his mother….’

Yoo Ji-han thought.

‘Even though he has endured pain because of her harshness and mood swings, he also understands, in his own way, the struggles she faced.’

Chae Yoo-jeong paused, his sobs quieting as he tried to catch his breath, leaving a heavy silence in the room.

“Are you okay…? You don’t have to force yourself to talk about everything. Just take a deep breath. Here—drink some water.”

Yoo Ji-han spoke softly, handing Chae Yoo-jeong a glass. Chae Yoo-jeong blinked twice, his expression blank, though the tears continued to stream down his cheeks.

Closing his eyes, he inhaled and exhaled slowly, pressing his fingers to his forehead as if trying to steady himself.

Yoo Ji-han’s voice carried a hint of worry as he asked again, gentle but insistent:

“Are you really okay? Do you want to lie down for a bit?”

Chae Yoo-jeong, lost in his own thoughts for a moment, finally nodded and leaned gently against Yoo Ji-han’s shoulder. The steady rhythm of his breathing filled Yoo Ji-han’s ears, warm and soft against him. Yoo Ji-han felt his face flush red.

‘Aah! He’s so cute… Stop! You shouldn’t be thinking like this!’

Yoo Ji-han scolded himself silently, trying to push back the sudden surge of affection and protectiveness.

Strands of Chae Yoo-jeong’s hair brushed softly against Yoo Ji-han’s face, tickling him slightly, but he remained still, letting Chae Yoo-jeong find comfort in his arms. Yoo Ji-han hugged him lightly in return, a quiet gesture of reassurance.

No words passed between them, yet the simple closeness, the warmth pressed against skin, carried an unspoken intensity. In that shared moment, it felt as if they could face anything in the world together, no matter how impossible it seemed. 

“I probably don’t really know the best way to handle trauma… but I think therapy could help. Even if it doesn’t fix everything right away, don’t stress about it too much. Just focus on relaxing. You don’t need to worry about it being a waste of money… okay, Yoo-jeong-ah?”

Listening carefully to Yoo Ji-han’s words, Chae Yoo-jeong slowly pulled away from him and leaned back on the couch, settling into a proper sitting position. His expression was tentative, indecisive, yet he accepted Yoo Ji-han’s advice.

Chae Yoo-jeong had already tried a few therapy sessions to work on his possessiveness issues with Yoo Ji-han. Yoo Ji-han knew it had helped him to some extent, even if the progress wasn’t complete, and he hoped this gentle reminder would encourage Chae Yoo-jeong to continue.

Chae Yoo-jeong had decided to take the semester off from college so he could focus on full-time therapy. Yoo Ji-han, as stubborn as ever, insisted on dropping him off at the therapy center and picking him up afterward, despite Chae Yoo-jeong insisting it wasn’t necessary.

‘I just want Chae Yoo-jeong to find some comfort in me, even if it’s only a little.’

Yoo Ji-han thought, his gaze lingering on him as they walked side by side.

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Credits:

Writer: Hoshi Miya

Co-writer: Miry

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