Yes, It’s Me. The Obsessive Side Top

#003

“Oh really? That was quick…” I murmured to myself.

I already knew from the webtoon that Secretary Kim was efficient at handling tasks, but I hadn’t expected this level of efficiency. Less than an hour had passed, and my card was already suspended. Secretary Kim had handled it so cleanly and swiftly that, in my mind, I gave him five rounds of applause.

Taking back the now-useless card from the pharmacist, I found myself staring blankly at the person next to me. Sun Woo, the main character, was deliberately ignoring my gaze. It was precisely this kind of nonchalant attitude that drove Ha Jin crazy. Ha Jin, who was always surrounded by people eager to suck up to him, found Sun Woo’s indifference infuriating.

But I was nothing like Ha Jin. My appreciation for Sun Woo was purely aesthetic—admiring how much effort the author had put into drawing the main character. If I wanted anything from him right now, it would just be borrowing 6,000 won to pay for the bandages.

“Sun Woo,” I called out.

The unexpected familiarity made his eyebrow twitch as he turned to look at me. Ha Jin had never addressed Sun Woo so informally before. I was aware that I’d been inserted into this body at a point just before the webtoon’s events began. We were both sophomores at A University, and in Sun Woo’s mind, Ha Jin was merely a classmate, not yet the full-blown antagonist of his story.

Wasn’t this just the perfect timing to get possessed?

Sun Woo’s look of disdain was understandable. Ha Jin had a notorious reputation for being a jerk on campus, and I couldn’t blame Sun Woo for his contempt. With that in mind, I gave him a sweet, genuine smile—a sight that had never once appeared in the webtoon—and extended my palm toward him.

“Just 6,000 won,” I said, my smile as innocent as I could make it.

Sun Woo didn’t seem to find the sight of Ha Jin’s pure smile appealing. Though his expression barely changed, I noticed a flicker of disdain in his eyes. True to his character, he ignored me. When his medicine was ready, he paid for it and left the pharmacy without a single word, the doorbell chiming as he exited.

The clear ringing sound echoed in the awkward silence that followed. Left behind were the anxious-eyed pharmacist and me, breathing a little more roughly from the embarrassment of being ignored.

‘Sun Woo is completely ignoring me, huh?’

Despite not actually being Ha Jin, I felt a strange surge of irritation. Some kind of primal desire to get back at him simmered within me. But I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to calm down. I reminded myself of an important fact: Sun Woo was excellent at fighting.

The main character’s combat skills were almost legendary, and Ha Jin’s ability to match him made their confrontations intense. While they were evenly matched in strength, Ha Jin’s edge came from his sheer madness. And you know what they say—you can’t outfight a mad dog.

“Excuse me, are you going to pay?” the pharmacist’s voice interrupted my thoughts.

“…”

The pharmacist broke the awkward silence, asking once again for payment. Faced with this very reasonable request, I was struck mute, fiddling helplessly with the suspended card. Today was supposed to be the day I embraced my new life as a chaebol. Who could have guessed that this “chaebol” wouldn’t even have 6,000 won to his name and would be pitifully playing with a useless piece of plastic?

* * *

Surprisingly, dealing with school matters wasn’t as difficult as I’d feared. Ha Jin’s university was modeled after the one I’d attended myself. Familiar with the campus and how things worked, I printed out Ha Jin’s class schedule and headed to school with purpose. For the next month, I decided, Ha Jin would purify himself of his worldly sins. And once my suspended cards were reinstated, I’d start a new, lavish chapter of my life.

While walking across campus, a sleek foreign car slowed down beside me. The tinted window rolled down, and a voice called out, “Ha Jin.”

I couldn’t place who it was just from their voice, but since they seemed to know me, there was a 100% chance they were trouble. Choosing to ignore them, I kept walking. Moments later, I heard the car door open and close, followed by footsteps as someone caught up to walk beside me. 

The person, slightly taller than me, had a strikingly handsome face with a bit of a fierce edge. Yet, when he smiled brightly, his expression softened. It was almost charming.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “That bastard Jung Woo has been acting up without reading the room, and now he’s getting ahead of himself. I should’ve been there, but I had to stay home yesterday for my grandfather’s death anniversary. You know how conservative my family is.”

No. I didn’t know anything about how conservative his family was. His family drama went in one ear and out the other. What concerned me more was the car he’d abandoned on the school road. Who parks like that? It was a side road that students and faculty frequently used, and leaving a luxury car there would definitely block traffic.

“What about the car?” I finally asked, more annoyed than anything else.

The moment I focused on his face, I recognized him. Kim Shin. He was a familiar supporting character from the webtoon, brought to life with perfect detail. The second son of Sky Group, he’d been following Ha Jin around since childhood. Among Ha Jin’s circle, Kim Shin was one of the more normal ones. Maybe the webtoon artist had felt guilty for making everyone else complete trash.

“Oh?” he replied, glancing back. “It’s fine. I’ll grab it later.”

“Go get your car,” I insisted.

He paused, considering. “Oh, should I? Want a ride?”

“No.”

“Then let’s walk together,” he said cheerily, completely unbothered. His eyes suddenly fixed on my forehead. “What happened to your forehead? There’s a scab.”

“Kim Shin,” I interrupted, exasperated.

When I called his name softly, Kim Shin grinned, his eyes full of an unspoken anticipation, waiting for me to continue. His expression reminded me of a fierce hunting dog wagging its tail happily in front of its owner. After dealing with classmates who always mocked me, it was strange to see this tall, sharp-featured guy who looked like he could fight acting so eagerly for my attention.

‘Is Ha Jin’s character really all that bad?’

“Take your car. I want to walk alone,” I said, deciding I’d rather be left alone.

“Really? Alright. Take care then.”

I felt a wave of relief wash over me as Kim Shin turned back, heading toward his car, which passed by me as I walked in the opposite direction. With each step, my mood improved. I was no longer the center of attention. It felt normal again—peaceful, even. And yet, as I walked into the school, that sense of peace began to crumble.

I couldn’t help but recall my life up until yesterday, before becoming Ha Jin.

Wherever I went, people would glance at me, whispering. The barely disguised clicks of phone cameras, too obvious to ignore, were a constant reminder that I was always being watched. My photos spread online without my consent, and the attention was especially intense on Thursdays, when the latest webtoon chapters dropped. Days with adult-rated scenes? Those were the worst. With all the stares, I felt naked, exposed, and completely embarrassed.

Now, in this strange new reality, I was starting to feel some relief from all that attention. I was Ha Jin now, and no one was looking at me in that way. After all, there was nothing waiting for me back in my real life.

Finally, I reached the lecture hall. To make up for always sneaking in through the back, I walked confidently through the front door this time.

“Ha Jin, you’re here?” someone called out.

“This is rare! You actually showing up to class!” another added.

As I entered, a few classmates greeted me with a mix of surprise and curiosity. I returned their greetings with a half-hearted wave, trying to play along with the atmosphere.

“Hi,” I said.

Suddenly, the room fell silent, as if a cold chill had swept over the space. The energy shifted, the air growing thick with an unspoken tension. No one spoke to me after that. 

Ignoring the uncomfortable atmosphere, I scanned the room. The back row of the lecture hall, Ha Jin’s usual seat, remained empty. Ha Jin had a designated spot in the center of the back row. His gang always sat there, and no one else dared take those seats. 

‘Playing gang leader at this age, really?’

Since I wasn’t Ha Jin, I shrugged and decided to sit in the front row instead. As the lecture hall slowly filled with students, I noticed that no one came to sit beside me. 

‘Wait, isn’t this basically ostracism?’

I tried not to care, but it was hard not to notice that everyone was deliberately avoiding the front seats. It felt like loneliness in the middle of a crowd. If I still had my phone, I could at least distract myself. But yesterday, for some unfathomable reason, I had thrown it away. Now, with no phone and no money, I regretted my decision. I briefly considered digging through the trash to retrieve it, but the cleaning lady had already taken it out by the time I thought of that.

No phone, no money—I was completely broke. As I sat there grumbling internally, someone unexpectedly sat down next to me when no one else would. Looking to see who was kind enough to take the empty seat, I was surprised to find it was Sun Woo.

As expected of the protagonist. I propped my chin up and examined his face, as if watching a celebrity through a TV screen.

For a main character, he wasn’t delicate or fragile-looking. Instead, he was exceptionally handsome, with a kind of beauty that wasn’t just pretty, but sensual. He had an intensity about him, an allure that seemed to pull you in. Plus, he was well-built. The adult-rated webtoon definitely didn’t shy away from showcasing Sun Woo’s sculpted, muscular body in those scenes—scenes I couldn’t help but remember now.

“Ah, shit.” 

Why was I feeling embarrassed about something I didn’t even do?

“Want to sit somewhere else?” he asked, his voice deep and smooth, yet as cold as a record-breaking winter chill. If he spoke kindly, it would have sounded like music to the ears.

My curse must have seemed directed at him because he frowned. Even his frown looked sensitive and somehow attractive. The more I looked at his face, the more I couldn’t understand the author’s choice of “dominant” for Ha Jin. 

‘How is this someone who gets dominated? He looks more like the dominant type himself.’

“No. Stay next to me,” I said before I could stop myself.

After I spoke, I immediately wondered if I needed to add “next to me” for clarification. Was I syncing with Ha Jin just because I’d read the webtoon? This felt strange. Trying to smooth things over, I flashed a smile at Sun Woo, but he ignored me, focusing on whatever he was doing instead.

For the entire class, Sun Woo paid me no attention. And I, for my part, tried my best to focus on anything but the awkwardness between us.

The webtoon comments popped up in my mind, distracting me from my discomfort:

[The Lives of the Golden Spoons]

– Ha Jin’s Forbidden List  

Robot Vacuum Cleaners Prohibited  

└ What is this? lol How are we supposed to clean then, teacher?  

└ Is using a regular vacuum cleaner allowed?  

└└ Vacuum cleaners are also forbidden.  

└ If vacuum cleaners aren’t allowed either, do we have to use a broom?  

└└ Touching a broom equals death sentence.  

└ What kind of prohibition is this? What’s with List 1? Is this going to be a series? lololol  

└ Can we imitate curling when the robot vacuum cleaner moves around?  

└└ Are you crazy, curling? lolol  

└└ Think that’s possible? Death sentence.  

I couldn’t help but smile a little at the ridiculousness of it all. At least the webtoon still had its moments of absurd humor.