I don't want this reincarnation [Part 1]

Chapter 39

It was that afternoon when the call came from Cheon Sa-yeon. Kim Woo-jin, who followed me to the front of the elevator going to the top floor, asked me with worried eyes, "Is it really okay if you go alone?"

"Why wouldn't it be okay?"

I had always met him alone. You were asking me all sorts of questions.

Kim Woo-jin's changed attitude caught my eye.

When I first possessed Han Yi-gyeol's body, regardless that there was a wound on my arm, he pushed me into the room where Cheon Sa-yeon was, and the second time I met him, he cursed me and made it obvious that he hated me.

"You've changed a lot."

"I've changed? Me?"

"You didn't care this much about me."

At my words, he had a flustered expression. "That…"

"You didn't care whether things were hard on me or not, right?"

Suddenly, I remembered what Kim Woo-jin had said to me before.

「What's up with you today? You usually come out crying.」

That was how Kim Woo-jin dealt with Han Yi-gyeol. When I possessed Han Yi-gyeol, Kim Woo-jin also changed.

If it wasn't for me, Kim Woo-jin would still hate Han Yi-gyeol and would have tailed Ha Tae-heon as ordered by Cheon Sa-yeon.

The future changed when he became kind to me. Cheon Sa-yeon did not have Kim Woo-jin by his side anymore.

"…I—" Kim Woo-jin's complexion, who understood what I meant, instantly turned pale. "Back then…"

With a distorted face, he licked his lips several times and grabbed my wrist with a trembling hand.

"W-what should I do to…"

"It's fine. You can stop."

Just then, the elevator arrived. I let go of Kim Woo-jin's hand and said calmly, "You don't have to talk nonsense now. I don't want to hear it."

I know what Kim Woo-jin was trying to say. But it wasn't me who should be listening to it.

Even if I became Han Yi-gyeol, I couldn't handle those feelings and take responsibility for it. I didn't even want to.

I got on the elevator.

"See you later."

Before the elevator door closed, Kim Woo-jin's face was so miserable that it could not be described in words. I looked away from him and sighed.

When I arrived at the top floor, the attendant opened the door for me. When I entered the representative room, Cheon Sa-yeon, who was sitting on the reception sofa and looking at his tablet PC, greeted me.

"Welcome, Han Yi-gyeol."

Faced with that bright smile, I frowned as if I had swallowed something bitter.

What was this? It was incredibly ominous.

"If you put on that kind of expression as soon as you arrive, I can't help but feel sad."

"Speaking nonsense."

I trudged over and sat across from him. Cheon Sa-yeon, who put down his tablet PC, said in a relaxed tone, "I'm guessing you already saw the news."

"…ah, that."

Even if I didn't, there was still something to be said.

"What was the reason for the broadcast?"