I Don't Want This Reincarnation [1]

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I had already had an annoying dream, so my mood went down endlessly. I asked Cheon Sa-yeon, trying to push away the memories of the past that remained in the corner of my head.

"What is the situation?"

The voice that came out of my parched throat was harsh as sandpaper. He said that I woke up in 3 days, so I wondered if things had been sorted out to some extent after I passed out.

Cheon Sa-yeon handed a cup of lukewarm water and answered with a relaxed attitude.

"There are quite a few injured, but no deaths. Someone who lives somewhere was able to evacuate thanks to unreasonable force."

I felt a thorn in the words, but I pretended not to know and drank the water.

"That's a relief. What about broken roads or buildings?"

"It's still being resolved. However, each guild has selected and sent guild members to help with the restoration work, so I think it will be resolved to some extent in a month."

Cheon Sa-yeon, who took the empty cup naturally, raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Wash up and come out. We'll talk about the rest after that."

"...are you going to wait? Aren't you busy?"

"Can I give you a hand?"

Cheon Sa-yeon held out his hand, saying something else. Get out, you bastard. Cheon Sa-yeon's white hands clapped and I walked to the bathroom.

"I put clothes to change in the cabinet."

"......"

Either way, his sense was good for nothing. I took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.

* * *

After showering, I put on only my underwear and pants, and just held my shirt in my hand. Water kept dripping from my wet hair, so I thought it would be better to wear it after it dried a little. After roughly brushing my hair a few times, I opened the bathroom door.

Cheon Sa-yeon, who was sitting on the bed with his arms folded, raised one eyebrow when I came out of the bathroom.

"What is this?"

"What else?"

"Is it a gift?"

"......"

Crazy guy. You're talking nonsense like a gift. Seeing my miserably distorted face, Cheon Sa-yeon smiled brightly.

"If you're going to say something like that, get out."

"How cold-hearted."

I swept my bangs away, which was wet and covered my eyes. Drops of water dripped from the ends of my hair and ran down my collarbone and onto my chest. Cheon Sa-yeon's gaze turned to the water droplet for a moment.

"Han Yi-gyeol."

Cheon Sa-yeon rose from his seat and opened his mouth.

"You must have something to tell me."

As I met his black eyes, I frowned. Yeah, there was. For some reason, it was embarrassing to speak plainly.

'I feel bad.'

In this case, it would have been better to pull out. Naturally, I averted my gaze and answered.

"No. I don't."

"Hmm."

Cheon Sa-yeon came closer to me, perhaps noticing that I was trying to run away. A cold wall touched my back as I reflexively retreated into the narrowed distance.