The beginning was always the same pattern.

Han-Seo seemed to be always just out of reach, dodging around every corner, while the enraged debt collectors were taking their frustrations out on innocent townsfolk.

‘It seems like there’s no escaping here either.’

“Hey, fatty! Didn’t you come to catch me? Why are you bothering random people instead? Are you already tired?”

“Damn you! Aren’t you coming over here?!!”

Han-Seo taunted them by sticking out his tongue before quickly fleeing into an alleyway.

Soon, four or five strong men scattered through various alleyways in pursuit, but it was not enough to catch Han-Seo, who had already hidden himself nimbly.

‘Old guys with diminishing learning abilities. Why would I pick such places to hide if they were easy?’

It had already been five years since Han-Seo had been chased by debt collectors.

Once, he had been adopted at the youngest age due to his noticeable appearance, becoming an object of envy. However, contrary to everyone’s expectations, his adoptive parents had adopted him only for the subsidies and had abandoned him. They had fled after leaving him burdened with debt, even after he became an adult.

In the past, Han-Seo had once believed that the parents who had adopted him would come back to find him. But as time passed and only debt collectors came, he realized that he would live his life solely for his own happiness.

Of course, choosing to live on the run was not due to external factors but his own decision. Han-seo, despite his lack of education, understood that the debt he owed was not an amount an ordinary person could repay. So he traveled from place to place, living contentedly with the fugitive life he had chosen.

“Do you think I’m going to be easily caught?”

Han-seo emerged from a narrow opening under a wall he had previously scouted and dusted off the dirt from his clothes. And then—

“Ahhh!”

At the sudden scream, Han-seo turned his head to see a car swerving toward him in the direction where he was standing.

“Shit.”

The erratically swerving car gave no chance to avoid it.

With a deafening noise, Han-seo’s body was lifted and then rolled onto the cold asphalt.

“Please call 119 here! Student, don’t lose consciousness!”

‘Ah, I’m dying.’

Han-seo instinctively foresaw his death.

Even though red blood seeped between the cracks in the asphalt before his eyes, he felt strangely no pain.

It might have been a good thing. After all, isn’t there nothing more luxurious than dying comfortably?

Moreover, Han-seo thought he had lived this life longer than he had expected.

“Cough.”

Just one cough, and something came gushing out of Han-seo’s mouth. Even through his blurry vision, the red stains were particularly clear. Thus, Han-seo slowly lost consciousness, with the last thing he saw being the red-tinted view.

—

“Yoo…Patient Yoo.”

“….”

“Patient Yoo In-ha, are you coming to?”

“…?”

Han-seo, who had been tossing and turning at the murmuring sounds in his ears, slowly opened his eyes to the gradually clearer voice.

Through the blurred focus, he saw a white ceiling and recognized the shape of a person beside him, but his whole body felt too heavy to move even a finger.

“B-Body. Can’t. Move.”

“You don’t need to strain yourself. You’re experiencing heat symptoms due to your transition to Omega, but once your pheromones stabilize, you’ll be fine soon.”

“O-Omega…? Wh-what is that…”

Han-seo asked urgently, unable to believe what he had heard.

“Patient, you’ve transitioned into an Omega. O. Me. Ga.”

Thinking that Han-seo might not have heard correctly, the kind nurse repeated the fact that Han-seo had transitioned into an Omega several times.

“Yes…? Omega?”

The sensation of his body being heavy and the slurred speech seemed to be a result of the aftermath of the traffic accident. However, the unexpected answer of ‘transition’ was completely different from what Han-seo had anticipated.

Having never heard the term ‘transition’ before, Han-seo lay there for a while, stunned, trying to grasp the situation he was facing.

‘Omega? What is this situation?’

As his hazy mind cleared, Han-seo found it even harder to believe this situation. He slapped his cheeks hard a few times, feeling the heat rising, but it was reality.

So, if this situation wasn’t a dream, then Han-seo had become an Omega in the world of Omegaverse, a setting he had seen in web novels. The fictional world had become reality, which was naturally hard to accept.

[Guide to Transitioning Individuals]

In his frustration, Han-seo discovered a pamphlet hanging on the railing and began to read it slowly.

“During the heat period, pheromones that attract others are released, and a liquid from the genitals…”

After reading the entire pamphlet, Han-seo, with a sense of dread, pulled down his pants. Sure enough, his underwear was already damp, and he realized that the strange scent filling the hospital room was his own pheromones.

“Wow… How can this be real?”

Han-seo had once read a web novel based on the ‘Omega Bus’ theme.

While killing time in a gay bar he had entered to evade debt collectors, he had heard someone wish that it would be nice if Omega or Alpha were recognized in same-sex relationships.

Omega and Alpha. His curiosity about these unfamiliar terms led him to the Omegaverse novel. Back then, he had chosen a top-rated novel based solely on the Omegaverse keyword and became engrossed in the intriguing content.

However, as the story progressed, Han-seo felt uncomfortable with the high level of obsession the ‘main character’ had towards the ‘love interest’ and realized late that the key themes were obsession and despair, leading him to abandon the novel.

That was how Han-seo’s first and last experience with novels ended.

“Wait a minute. Didn’t they call me ‘Yoo In-ha’ earlier…?”

Why was it, then, that the not-so-pleasant content of the novel came rushing back into Han-seo’s mind at this moment?

“Ah, no way.”

Omega transition and Yoo In-ha.

Even as Han-seo tried to calm his mind, he couldn’t shake the sense of dread. He slowly turned his head to confirm.

[Yoo In-ha/Type: Recessive Omega/Age: 24]

“Ah… I’m screwed.”

It seemed that this absurd assumption had become Han-seo’s reality.

* * *

“Just come back in a week to get another pheromone test.”

“Alright, thank you.”

After confirming that he had possessed the protagonist from the despair genre novel, Han-seo judged that his next priority was to figure out at which point in the story he had entered.

‘Please remember, Yoo Han-seo.’

Han-seo squeezed his eyes shut and began to search through his memories. Since he didn’t know the ending, he had to remember as many details as possible up to the part he had read.

“The transition, trait training… The early parts are definitely clear.”

Fortunately, Han-seo had been deeply immersed in the beginning of the novel. He recalled that in the original story, the setting of the trait center was a university hospital near the neighborhood where Han-seo originally lived, and the protagonist, Yoo In-ha, after transitioning into a recessive Omega and completing trait training, could only return home. Just like Han-seo now.

In that case? It meant that it was still the early part of the novel. That is, Han-seo had not yet encountered the ‘obsessive main character’ from the original story. Relieved that he wasn’t in the worst possible situation, Han-seo thought about his body that had closed its eyes after the car accident.

“I must be dead, right?”

Han-seo, who hadn’t been very attached to his previous life, accepted his death quite calmly. After all, he had no family, friends, and was burdened with debt. The situation of possession that came at the end of his death wasn’t too bad.

Of course, it was true that he was quite flustered by having his consciousness transferred to someone else’s body and being placed in a fictional world he had only seen in text. But if he couldn’t even confirm whether the body he had been living in was dead or alive, adapting to this new life didn’t seem too bad.

“Guess there are times to be grateful for the writer’s simplicity.”

This world only added the Omegaverse to the existing one, with no significant differences. It seemed that the writer of the original work was too lazy to set up a new world and had kept the setting the same as the real world.

Not only that, but the original protagonist’s residence was also near the boarding house where Han-seo had lived. With a lighter heart, Han-seo stepped forward with a sense of relief.

“The location is perfect.”

Upon arriving at the address listed on the ID, Han-seo placed the trait kit he had been holding in both hands on the floor and carefully turned the key to open the door.

“Wow.”

As soon as the door opened, Han-seo let out an exclamation of awe.

From the plush bed he had briefly used when he was adopted to the personal desk. There was even an air conditioner he had never dreamed of having. For Han-seo, who had always lived accustomed to the cold and heat, it was like a slice of paradise.

As Han-seo explored and touched each piece of furniture in the room, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Oh, right. Cleaning up! I need to start by organizing.”

Suddenly spotting a notebook on the desk, Han-seo stopped his actions and ran over to the desk, pulling out a pen.

Since it was real that he had possessed the protagonist of the novel, he had to recall and document as much of the original story’s content as possible. Given the novel’s main keyword was despair, this was an important task that could affect his future. At least if he didn’t want to follow the same path as the original protagonist.

[Yoo Han-seo/Yoo In-ha]

Han-seo started to list the key events from the novel in chronological order at the top of the notebook, separating his name from the protagonist’s.

“This is too easy.”

After filling an entire page with text and placing the pen down with a sound on the desk, Han-seo shrugged his shoulders.

“Since it’s clearly the early part of the novel, I just need to run away before the main episode starts, right?”

Pressing down on the name of the obsessive character, which had been circled multiple times in the notebook, with his thumb, Han-seo muttered,

“No matter how handsome he is, obsessives are not my type.”

He erased the name so thoroughly that it was no longer visible.

“Well, what if I run away and the original body owner comes back?”

For a moment, Han-Seo’s resolve to avoid the plot of the novel was overshadowed by a new worry. If all of this was real, wasn’t there a chance that the original body owner might still be somewhere?

With no confirmation of whether the original body was dead or alive, Han-Seo didn’t want to waste his remaining time running away if the original owner could come back.

“I’m here, but where is the original body owner?”

Determined to find even a small clue about the situation, Han-Seo jumped out of bed and began searching the room, from between the bed and inside the refrigerator to every corner of the room. Even blowing dust off the window sill in hope, he eventually sat down on the floor with dirty hands.

“Yeah. It’s not like there would be something like that.”

Han-Seo, who had always prided himself on living a life without regrets, stared blankly at the ceiling while banging his head lightly against the wall.

At that moment, a breeze coming through the slightly open window began to flip pages of the notebook on the desk.

“Huh?”

As if guided by fate, a page with dark writing caught Han-Seo’s eye. Like someone under a spell, he hurried over to read the content.

[Isn’t it better to just die rather than repeating a lonely life?]

Lonely.

Tired.

Distressed….

“What the hell is this?”

The last page of the crumpled notebook was entirely covered in black. The intense sense of despair was so palpable it could chill anyone who saw it. Han-Seo was so startled by the written content that he furrowed his brow and took a step back.

“I knew the character was depressed, but was it this bad before the main episodes even started?”

When Han-Seo read the original work, he remembered that the protagonist, had become extremely timid due to the surrounding environment. Moreover, as the novel progressed, the obsessive tendencies of the main character became more intense, so it made sense that his personality would continue to deteriorate.

From Han-Seo’s positive perspective, the protagonist’s actions were hard to accept. To give up a precious life just because of loneliness seemed like a child’s tantrum who had never faced hardship.

“So, does this mean that this body is now mine?”

The conclusion Han-Seo reached after reviewing the content was straightforward.

The original owner had abandoned life, and Han-Seo’s soul had entered that dying body.

Whether this was scientifically possible or not didn’t matter much to Han-Seo. Not wanting to dwell too deeply on the issue, he decided to go along with his conclusion, accepting it as a matter of luck.

“In the next life, I hope you are born into wealth and are loved, Yoo In-ha.”

Han-Seo muttered into the air as if speaking to the original protagonist, tearing up the messages left in the notebook.

***

Determined to avoid the original story’s progression, Han-Seo decided to move locations. He chose Busan. Although the unexpected complications with receiving his deposit back caused some delays, it also allowed him to apply for a name change without delay.

In two or three months, he would be able to live his perfect second life as ‘Yoo Han-Seo’ in this world.

“I don’t have debt, I have a house, and I’m pretty. Plus, I’ve successfully avoided the original route? Things couldn’t be going better.”

Before moving to Busan, Han-Seo had chosen a room he liked, and as soon as he received his deposit back, he spent the remaining money in his account to sign a generous contract.

Although he only had 10,000 won left, Han-Seo’s face was glowing with a smile.

Lying on the plush bed and wrapped in a blanket, Han-Seo was enjoying his rest when he was interrupted by the rumbling of his stomach. He reached for his phone.

“It would be nice if it were closer.”

Having always lived in high-population areas due to constantly being chased by debt collectors, Han-Seo had successfully found a quiet and peaceful place to live.

However, being located in a residential area made it challenging to find a suitable job.

[ Su Cocktail Bar, Hiring ]

While casually browsing job applications, Han-Seo discovered a job listing for a cocktail bar quite close by.

“Su Cocktail Bar? Is this a reference to the Omegaverse world?”

Aside from the name being a bit outdated, the conditions from distance to hourly wage were excellent. Han-Seo, initially skeptical, pressed on the establishment’s name to check the details.

[Preferred Qualification: Outstanding Appearance]

“Hiring bartenders and you don’t need to know how to make drinks, just be good-looking?”

Surprised by such an unusual requirement, Han-Seo rubbed his eyes and chuckled. He then abruptly stood up and went to the bathroom.

“Hm. With conditions like these, I’m definitely qualified.”

From his delicate, almost ethereal eyes that seemed to hold a touch of moisture, to his smooth, elegant nose. The rosy lips that looked like they had been painted on, and the fair, soft skin that resembled a child’s. His beauty was so striking that the word “handsome” felt inadequate.

Even before transmigration, Han-Seo had never felt overshadowed by his appearance, but now he was certain it was on a whole different level.

Admiring his reflection in the mirror, Han-Seo, with a look of certainty in his eyes, sent a message to the contact listed on the job application.

[I’ve seen the job posting and I’m contacting you. I live within a 5-minute walk and can start immediately.]

Having left no money for living expenses, Han-Seo saw no reason to be picky, even if the job might not last long. If he could start working and get paid right away, it was worth it.

“Oh, I should also ask about an advance.”

Muttering to himself about his rather demanding conditions, Han-Seo’s phone buzzed almost immediately.

[We start business at 6 PM, so I’d like to meet before then. Is that possible?]

“Wow, that response was really quick. Was the person in a hurry?”

Surprised by the swift reply, Han-Seo quickly prepared to leave.

[Yes. I’ll head out right away.]

* * *

“Han-Seo, could you please take care of the new customer who just arrived?”

“Sure, got it.”

As the purple neon lights softly illuminated the bar and lifted the atmosphere, Han-Seo, dressed in the uniform, stood at the center of the long table.

Perhaps because of his striking appearance, most people in the bar couldn’t take their eyes off him.

“I’d like to try the drinks you make, how much do I need to pay for that?”

“Oh. I can only make soju and beer cocktails for now. I’ll learn quickly and serve you better cocktails soon.”

“Wait, you really didn’t know how to make drinks? Wow, you’re earning money so easily. Han-Seo.”

“Right? I’m guessing our boss might be regretting hiring me and wondering how to fire me.”

“Haha. If you end up quitting, let me know right away. I’ll grab you immediately.”

“Hey, no need to grab anyone. Just choose a menu. Don’t try to coax the poor staff.”

“You’re quite strict. Working under such a manager must be tough, Han-Seo.”

It had already been a month since Han-Seo started working here. When he first came for the interview, he had no expectations, but he had quickly become the dark horse of Su Cocktail Bar.

‘I’m the person who contacted you about that part-time job.’

‘You’re hired. Just hired. Can you start tomorrow?’

The boss, who had been looking at him with eyes full of honey since he walked in, cheered with a standing ovation as soon as Han-Seo mentioned part-time work.

Instinctively stepping back from the enthusiastic reception, the boss hurriedly came after Han-Seo, desperately holding onto him as he shouted for a higher wage.

‘You won’t find a place that offers a higher wage than this anywhere!’

Seeing the boss act as if he would give up his organs to keep him, Han-Seo nodded and sat down, watching the boss run out to get the employment contract with a meaningful smile.

Even though he had done countless jobs in his previous life, he had never received such a valued treatment. Han-Seo remembered a friend who had been treated exceptionally well and worked with ease.

‘Looks like I’m going to play that role now.’

After quickly signing the contract and answering a barrage of questions, the topic of the omega traits came up. Although the atmosphere had been cheerful, the moment Han-Seo mentioned he was a ‘recessive’ omega, the boss, Min-Jae’s expression suddenly turned to one of shock and dismay.

The excitement of congratulating him with applause was long gone, replaced by an expression so dark it was almost as if Min-Jae had a split personality.

Despite having already signed the contract, Han-Seo didn’t want to end the pleasant day on a sour note.

‘Is there something different from what the boss expected? Should I tear up the contract?’

In the end, Han-Seo directly questioned Min-Jae, giving him a chance to reconsider. If he wanted to cancel the contract, Han-Seo was willing to comply. Although money was urgent, with his appearance, he could find another job easily.

However, Min-Jae, realizing his mistake from Han-Seo’s question, hurriedly apologized. Although there was a lingering awkwardness, Han-Seo, who was not stingy with those who admitted their mistakes, quickly put the situation to rest.

And on the very next day, his first official workday, Han-Seo understood everything. The boss’s willingness to pay a high wage for a striking appearance and his visible disappointment at the fact that Han-Seo was a recessive omega all made sense.

From the day Min-Jae’s request led to Han-Seo’s photo being posted on social media, the influx of customers all had one common question:

‘Is Han-Seo a dominant omega?’

‘Is he a dominant omega?’

‘Is he dominant?’

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Han-Seo then remembered that there was a unique setting in this novel. In this world, being a ‘dominant omega’ is an extremely rare trait, present in only the top 1% of the population. The most notable feature of this trait is exceptional talent in every field, to the extent that the term “trait spoon” is used.

Moreover, the easiest way to identify such a trait is through appearance. It was almost expected that Han-Seo would be mistaken for a dominant omega due to his appearance.

In the original story, ‘In-ha’ was a recessive omega but had the appearance of a dominant omega.

Of course, this was an extremely rare exception and was probably a ridiculous setting added by the author to give the protagonist a boost.

Usually, those with dominant omega traits were akin to celebrities in the world Han-Seo came from, rarely seen in everyday life. Thus, those who saw Han-Seo’s photo flocked to the cocktail bar to see him in person.

Naturally, many were disappointed to find out that Han-Seo was not a dominant omega. However, Han-Seo, with his outstanding appearance and sense, despite not being a dominant omega, became an even more attractive character to the customers.

“Manager, I don’t think this is working. I’m thinking of getting a bartender’s certification or something.”

“Why, are the customers complaining? You’re doing well with the appetizers. Just say you’re in charge of them.”

“No, it’s fine, they’re just joking. I think making drinks would be a bit cooler than appetizers.”

“Eh?”

Woo-Jin looked at Han-Seo with a surprised expression, tilting his head. Han-Seo smiled and shrugged.

“I want to charm a handsome man. It’s a waste to let this face go to waste.”

Even though Han-Seo had a bold personality, this was something he had refrained from saying in his previous life due to the unpleasant stares of others. But this life was different. In this ‘Omegaverse’ world where liking the same sex was accepted, when else would he say such things?

“Wow.”

“Oh, there’s a customer. I’ll go take the order!”

With an excuse to avoid answering, Han-Seo swiftly moved away with lighter steps than ever before.

* * *

As usual, amidst the rush of customers right at opening, Han-Seo was busy preparing appetizers.

Whether the promotion on social media had been effective, there were foreigners everywhere in the bar, as if on a group tour.

“Han-Seo, we have an additional order for table 4! I’m going to get some drinks from the storage.”

“What? Another one? It’s not like we came here for the appetizers…!”

As the orders piled up, all the staff scattered in different directions, leaving Han-Seo alone in the kitchen. This meant that Han-Seo was the only one who could handle the backlog of kitchen work.

Normally, Han-Seo would have gone out to serve with his cheerful personality and engaged in conversations with customers, but due to his tendency to talk a lot, he was often relegated to the kitchen on busy days like this.

While grumbling that he should have volunteered for errands if he knew it would be like this, someone approached and spoke.

“…Pardon?”

It was a foreign customer who had just been attended to by Woo-Jin.

Having placed a lot of orders with excitement like a wild horse, he seemed to be in a hurry for some reason, but to Han-Seo, who didn’t even know the order of the alphabet, it sounded like an alien language.

“I’m going crazy… What is he saying?”

Han-Seo desperately hoped someone would return quickly.

“This customer is asking how long it will take for the food they ordered.”

At that moment, a cool and subtle fragrance wafted over. It was a common peppermint scent, but the smell that approached Han-Seo was unusual. It was distinct and special, unlike any fragrance he had encountered before. Han-Seo’s pupils widened slightly.

With tanned skin, eyes with double eyelids, and a smooth, straight nose—he was the perfect ideal type Han-Seo had imagined.

“He says that if it takes too long, it might affect his next schedule, so he’d prefer to cancel.”

Not only that, but the man, with a sense of timing, calmly relayed the situation to Han-Seo in a steady, unshaken voice.

“Ah… Okay! It’ll take about 30 minutes for the appetizers to be ready, but if you want, you can cancel!”

Han-Seo watched the man, who took on the role of interpreter with an attractive accent, in a daze.

‘Wow. He’s really freaking sexy.’

He was the embodiment of sexiness.

Han-Seo’s ideal type, who used to think English was overrated compared to Korean, was now someone who spoke English well.

“Please cancel all the additional orders for the appetizers.”

“Yes, thank you!!”

Soon, it seemed the conversation had ended, and the foreign customer returned to his seat. The man remained gently courteous until the end.

‘Is this what they mean by restrained sexiness?’

Han-Seo, who had been staring blankly at the spot where the man had been, turned his head at Woo-Jin’s nagging voice. Woo-Jin’s usual smooth face was nowhere to be seen; he looked as if he might be mistaken for someone drunk.

“Manager… I think I’m in love.”

“Eh?”

Woo-Jin was flabbergasted at Han-Seo’s appearance, who was not only failing to handle the backlogged orders but also spouting nonsense.

* * *

For a brief period, Han-Seo explained the events to Woo-Jin and prepared the service to offer the man perfectly. He repeatedly practiced what to say and how to approach him.

‘I know it’s great to meet your ideal type, but remember, if he looks uncomfortable, don’t push it.’

Despite Woo-Jin’s firm advice, expressing concern, Han-Seo remained undeterred.

‘We’ve already made eye contact several times, there’s no way he won’t be interested.’

Even after returning to his seat, Han-Seo continued to make eye contact with the man, ignoring Woo-Jin’s advice.

“I’ll bring the complimentary appetizer and chat with him for a bit!”

Having swiftly handled the backlog of orders, Han-Seo managed to find time to talk to the man.

Leaving behind a visibly frustrated Woo-Jin, Han-Seo carried the carefully prepared platter to the man’s table.

“Excuse me.”

The man, sitting alone at a secluded table, looked up from his cocktails. His prominent nose and appearance were even more striking from above. Although his lips twitched as if they might curl up at any moment, Han-Seo made sure not to show his own nerves. He hid his emotions and spoke.

“Thank you so much for your help earlier. This is a complimentary service as a token of my gratitude.”

“Oh, thank you.”

‘Why does his reaction seem so lukewarm?’

Han-Seo was taken aback by the unexpected response and, unable to put the plate down, asked.

“Is there something wrong with the fruit appetizers? If you’d like something else…”

“No, it’s fine. I just don’t feel like I’ve done anything to deserve such a service.”

“Not at all! It was a really difficult situation.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that.”

….

The conversation, which would normally have continued smoothly, was interrupted by every word from the man. Moreover, it seemed he had no intention of continuing the conversation and immediately turned his attention to his phone.

“Do you have anything else to say?”

Seeing Han-Seo, who was frozen in this unfamiliar situation, not leave, the man looked at him as if asking why he was still there.

“Oh, no. Enjoy your time.”

Just as Han-Seo was about to leave with his pride thoroughly wounded and forcing a smile, the man called out to him.

“Oh, by the way…”

‘Just as I thought.’

Hearing the man’s call from behind, Han-Seo turned around with a slightly forced smile, as if expecting it.

“Yes, is there something you need?”

“Do you know where the place in this photo is?”

“Hmm?”

The man handed Han-Seo a photo. It was an old, faded picture of houses lined up against a seaside backdrop. It didn’t look like a tourist spot, nor did it seem like a question without meaning.

Contrary to the expectation that it was a pickup line, his expression showed no curiosity or interest in Han-Seo. The pure question seemed to crush Han-Seo’s remaining pride.

The location in the photo was certainly unknown to Han-Seo. However, driven by a sense of competition, he decided to try any trick he could.

“…Hmm. It looks familiar, but I’m not sure. I’ll need to think about it.”

Seeing the first sign of curiosity in his eyes, Han-Seo quickly handed him his phone.

“Please enter your number here. I’ll contact you within two days. I’m a local from Busan, so I should be able to remember it.”

The claim of being a local was entirely false. In his previous life, Han-Seo had never been to Busan.

He planned to use real Busan locals to find out the place once he had the number.

“Can’t you think of it now?”

“Sorry, as you can see, I’m still working.”

The man seemed dubious about Han-Seo’s request for his number, but after some hesitation, he eventually entered his contact information.

“What’s your name? I need to save it.”

“Just call me Jay.”

“Alright, I’ll contact you with what I remember.”

Han-Seo casually transferred the photo to his phone, gave a slight bow, and walked back to his place.

‘Can he really be this indifferent to me? I’m definitely going to charm him.’

Although the number was obtained through deception and complications, Han-Seo had achieved his goal. He couldn’t hide his smile of triumph as he returned to his duties.