The Probability of Becoming a Couple with Your Beloved

To live a life “without problems,” sometimes one has to do useless and unnecessary things. Yes, sitting in this stinking chicken coop with disgusting food, surrounded by losers, and listening to their conversations is also part of it.

“By the way, Wonhyeok, have you never joined other clubs?”

“No. This is my first.”

Bae Seokwoo widened his eyes in surprise.

“I thought many tried to lure you in.”

“Not really.”

No, they did try. From the moment he entered university, both classmates and seniors went out of their way to drag Wonhyeok into their clubs.

People are so simple – if you possess a few external qualities, they throw themselves at you as if they’ve found a treasure in the depths of the ocean. Wonhyeok understood this psychology perfectly, but saw no reason to go along with it.

He had not the slightest desire to join clubs that seemed to have gathered for some great purpose, but in reality were full of people who only wanted to flirt and drink.

Of course, not all clubs are like that, but Wonhyeok didn’t want to waste the precious time of his life on such things. Therefore, he refused all invitations, using elegant wording and feigning difficulty. Those who pestered him at first quickly backed off, but the problem remained with two he communicated with – Kim Seonu and Kang Yubin.

They were in the same volunteer club and constantly pestered Wonhyeok to join. When they said that participating in volunteer activities could help when writing a resume or gaining experience for future employment, Wonhyeok almost laughed.

After all, such things can be easily obtained without joining a club.

“Then why did you join the book club?”

“I love reading, but with age, I somehow naturally started reading less. I thought if I join a club, I could develop a habit of reading.”

“That’s really an excellent thought. Among our club activities…”

It seems Wonhyeok’s words impressed Bae Seokwoo, and he continued to explain, spitting saliva.

Wonhyeok himself was surprised at how smoothly he managed to give such a plausible explanation. In reality, the reason wasn’t so lofty. The most sensible way to make two annoying guys who constantly talk about clubs shut up is:

‘I’ve already joined another club.’

And that’s it. What can they do? At first, of course, they’ll regret and grumble, but eventually they’ll give up. And then he could quietly leave this loser club too. That’s why he specifically chose such a small and least noticeable club. So there wouldn’t be problems later.

“Well? Sounds interesting, right?”

“Yes. I’m really looking forward to it.”

Wonhyeok wasn’t listening to what the club president was saying. He just showed a fake smile and played along.

What the hell is there to look forward to. There was nothing in this boring-looking club that could evoke anticipation or interest.

Except for one thing.

“…”

When Wonhyeok turned his head to the neighboring table, the figure dressed in dull colors flinched and quickly turned away.

Second-year student of the English department, Kang Hangeom.

Although earlier in the club room Wonhyeok said he first saw him at the vending machine, in fact, he had met Hangeom several times. In the cafeteria or lounge. There was no particular reason why he remembered a guy he had only briefly encountered. It was all about his appearance.

Wonhyeok only learned they were from the same department at the vending machine.

‘I wonder how he even sees with that hairstyle.’

The lack of sense of style and strange glances he had been throwing even in the club room irritated Wonhyeok.

“Um, I’ll go to the bathroom.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

Wonhyeok slowly stood up and went outside, turning into the adjacent alley. Making sure no one was around, he took out a cigarette and lit it.

“Damn, my clothes just reek of chicken.”

Wonhyeok exhaled a long stream of smoke, cursing habitually. He was planning to leave early, sitting for a while for decency’s sake and lying about some important business. But every time he turned around, that guy would flinch, and it was so curious that Wonhyeok stayed, and didn’t notice how two hours had already passed.

When Wonhyeok had smoked about half of the cigarette, another visitor from the chicken coop, heavily drunk, singing, slowly entered the alley where Wonhyeok was.

Wonhyeok remembered this visitor because he was making a lot of noise in the restaurant. He seemed to be an office worker, and was constantly cursing some boss, so at some point Wonhyeok just wanted to shut his mouth.

“Oh, someone’s here.”

The man, noticing Wonhyeok, stopped singing and stopped two steps away from him.

“A student?”

The man looked at Wonhyeok with interest. Wonhyeok frowned and turned his head, hearing the unexpected address.

“Yes.”

Not wanting to answer, he just nodded.

“Hey, you’re so young and smoking. You’ll ruin your health like that.”

What nonsense, we’re almost the same age. There are always such people – they started working and earning money a little earlier, and already try to lecture like adults.

Seeing that Wonhyeok was silent, the man enthusiastically continued to chatter. Now he was addressing Wonhyeok as “little brother.” It’s unclear how much he had drunk, but even from a distance, he reeked of alcohol. Plus, he was constantly hiccuping.

For Wonhyeok, all of this was pure stress.

“When you start earning money like me, you’ll understand. Life isn’t easy.”

Is that why you’re killing time in a cheap chicken coop where students gather, at such a time? Wonhyeok wanted to say this, but held back. He was trying to suppress his growing anger when…

“Oh, damn. Forgot my cigarettes. Can you give me one?”

The man came closer and, stretching out his index finger, drew the number “1” in the air, asking for a cigarette. Wonhyeok’s gaze was getting colder.

“Why should I?”

“Don’t be so cruel. Okay, consider it payment for the life advice I just gave you.”

Wonhyeok rolled his eyes and dropped the cigarette he was holding to the ground. He was already stressed about having to join this stupid club, and now this beggar playing adult was pestering him.

“Fine. I’ll pay.”

Just as the man’s face brightened, Wonhyeok used his long legs and sharply kicked him in the shin.

“Ouch!”

From the unexpected pain, the man cried out and bent over. Wonhyeok didn’t stop there and raised his leg again, pushing the swaying body.

The drunk easily fell to the ground, and Wonhyeok, keeping his hands in his pockets, mercilessly kicked him.

“Bastard. How dare you address me informally… damn.”

“Ugh! Y-you, what are you doing!”

The man, trying to protect himself with his hands from Wonhyeok’s blows, finally groaned and jerked.

“If you like cigarettes so much, take them all.”

Wonhyeok took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and shook them out onto the fallen man. Then he threw the empty pack on the ground and squatted down.

Searching the man’s body, Wonhyeok pulled out what looked like a wallet and immediately checked the ID. He was carefully memorizing the name, age, and address when some sound came from behind.

Wonhyeok quickly stood up and turned around.

Glasses rolled on the ground, hitting various objects, and stopped in front of Wonhyeok. Thinking that the glasses turned out to be smaller than they seemed at first glance, Wonhyeok again turned his gaze to the fallen person.

“S-senior…?”

Kang Hangeom, feeling the ground with his hands, found his glasses, put them on, and stared at Wonhyeok with a stupid expression.

Wonhyeok gritted his teeth. The situation had become much more complicated. To think that he would be caught at the moment when accumulated stress burst out and he lost control. While he was thinking about how to get out of this situation, Hangeom suddenly jumped up and rushed to him.

“Senior! Are you hurt?”

“…”

“A-are you okay? Do you have any…”

Hangeom, swaying but diligently examining Wonhyeok’s body. Such unexpected behavior caught Wonhyeok off guard, and he only frowned, not knowing what to do. Because in the scenarios he was running through his head, this loser shouldn’t have behaved like this at all.

“What happened anyway…”

At that moment, the man who had been groaning on the ground suddenly jumped up with a shout and tried to pounce on Wonhyeok. This was even convenient. Wonhyeok thought he could take a hit and reduce everything to a mutual fight, but an unexpected scene unfolded before his eyes.

Suddenly, this loser burst into his field of vision.

To live a life “without problems,” sometimes one has to do useless and unnecessary things. Yes, sitting in this stinking chicken coop with disgusting food, surrounded by losers, and listening to their conversations is also part of it.

“By the way, Wonhyeok, have you never joined other clubs?”

“No. This is my first.”

Bae Seokwoo widened his eyes in surprise.

“I thought many tried to lure you in.”

“Not really.”

No, they did try. From the moment he entered university, both classmates and seniors went out of their way to drag Wonhyeok into their clubs.

People are so simple – if you possess a few external qualities, they throw themselves at you as if they’ve found a treasure in the depths of the ocean. Wonhyeok understood this psychology perfectly, but saw no reason to go along with it.

He had not the slightest desire to join clubs that seemed to have gathered for some great purpose, but in reality were full of people who only wanted to flirt and drink.

Of course, not all clubs are like that, but Wonhyeok didn’t want to waste the precious time of his life on such things. Therefore, he refused all invitations, using elegant wording and feigning difficulty. Those who pestered him at first quickly backed off, but the problem remained with two he communicated with – Kim Seonu and Kang Yubin.

They were in the same volunteer club and constantly pestered Wonhyeok to join. When they said that participating in volunteer activities could help when writing a resume or gaining experience for future employment, Wonhyeok almost laughed.

After all, such things can be easily obtained without joining a club.

“Then why did you join the book club?”

“I love reading, but with age, I somehow naturally started reading less. I thought if I join a club, I could develop a habit of reading.”

“That’s really an excellent thought. Among our club activities…”

It seems Wonhyeok’s words impressed Bae Seokwoo, and he continued to explain, spitting saliva.

Wonhyeok himself was surprised at how smoothly he managed to give such a plausible explanation. In reality, the reason wasn’t so lofty. The most sensible way to make two annoying guys who constantly talk about clubs shut up is:

‘I’ve already joined another club.’

And that’s it. What can they do? At first, of course, they’ll regret and grumble, but eventually they’ll give up. And then he could quietly leave this loser club too. That’s why he specifically chose such a small and least noticeable club. So there wouldn’t be problems later.

“Well? Sounds interesting, right?”

“Yes. I’m really looking forward to it.”

Wonhyeok wasn’t listening to what the club president was saying. He just showed a fake smile and played along.

What the hell is there to look forward to. There was nothing in this boring-looking club that could evoke anticipation or interest.

Except for one thing.

“…”

When Wonhyeok turned his head to the neighboring table, the figure dressed in dull colors flinched and quickly turned away.

Second-year student of the English department, Kang Hangeom.

Although earlier in the club room Wonhyeok said he first saw him at the vending machine, in fact, he had met Hangeom several times. In the cafeteria or lounge. There was no particular reason why he remembered a guy he had only briefly encountered. It was all about his appearance.

Wonhyeok only learned they were from the same department at the vending machine.

‘I wonder how he even sees with that hairstyle.’

The lack of sense of style and strange glances he had been throwing even in the club room irritated Wonhyeok.

“Um, I’ll go to the bathroom.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

Wonhyeok slowly stood up and went outside, turning into the adjacent alley. Making sure no one was around, he took out a cigarette and lit it.

“Damn, my clothes just reek of chicken.”

Wonhyeok exhaled a long stream of smoke, cursing habitually. He was planning to leave early, sitting for a while for decency’s sake and lying about some important business. But every time he turned around, that guy would flinch, and it was so curious that Wonhyeok stayed, and didn’t notice how two hours had already passed.

When Wonhyeok had smoked about half of the cigarette, another visitor from the chicken coop, heavily drunk, singing, slowly entered the alley where Wonhyeok was.

Wonhyeok remembered this visitor because he was making a lot of noise in the restaurant. He seemed to be an office worker, and was constantly cursing some boss, so at some point Wonhyeok just wanted to shut his mouth.

“Oh, someone’s here.”

The man, noticing Wonhyeok, stopped singing and stopped two steps away from him.

“A student?”

The man looked at Wonhyeok with interest. Wonhyeok frowned and turned his head, hearing the unexpected address.

“Yes.”

Not wanting to answer, he just nodded.

“Hey, you’re so young and smoking. You’ll ruin your health like that.”

What nonsense, we’re almost the same age. There are always such people – they started working and earning money a little earlier, and already try to lecture like adults.

Seeing that Wonhyeok was silent, the man enthusiastically continued to chatter. Now he was addressing Wonhyeok as “little brother.” It’s unclear how much he had drunk, but even from a distance, he reeked of alcohol. Plus, he was constantly hiccuping.

For Wonhyeok, all of this was pure stress.

“When you start earning money like me, you’ll understand. Life isn’t easy.”

Is that why you’re killing time in a cheap chicken coop where students gather, at such a time? Wonhyeok wanted to say this, but held back. He was trying to suppress his growing anger when…

“Oh, damn. Forgot my cigarettes. Can you give me one?”

The man came closer and, stretching out his index finger, drew the number “1” in the air, asking for a cigarette. Wonhyeok’s gaze was getting colder.

“Why should I?”

“Don’t be so cruel. Okay, consider it payment for the life advice I just gave you.”

Wonhyeok rolled his eyes and dropped the cigarette he was holding to the ground. He was already stressed about having to join this stupid club, and now this beggar playing adult was pestering him.

“Fine. I’ll pay.”

Just as the man’s face brightened, Wonhyeok used his long legs and sharply kicked him in the shin.

“Ouch!”

From the unexpected pain, the man cried out and bent over. Wonhyeok didn’t stop there and raised his leg again, pushing the swaying body.

The drunk easily fell to the ground, and Wonhyeok, keeping his hands in his pockets, mercilessly kicked him.

“Bastard. How dare you address me informally… damn.”

“Ugh! Y-you, what are you doing!”

The man, trying to protect himself with his hands from Wonhyeok’s blows, finally groaned and jerked.

“If you like cigarettes so much, take them all.”

Wonhyeok took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and shook them out onto the fallen man. Then he threw the empty pack on the ground and squatted down.

Searching the man’s body, Wonhyeok pulled out what looked like a wallet and immediately checked the ID. He was carefully memorizing the name, age, and address when some sound came from behind.

Wonhyeok quickly stood up and turned around.

Glasses rolled on the ground, hitting various objects, and stopped in front of Wonhyeok. Thinking that the glasses turned out to be smaller than they seemed at first glance, Wonhyeok again turned his gaze to the fallen person.

“S-senior…?”

Kang Hangeom, feeling the ground with his hands, found his glasses, put them on, and stared at Wonhyeok with a stupid expression.

Wonhyeok gritted his teeth. The situation had become much more complicated. To think that he would be caught at the moment when accumulated stress burst out and he lost control. While he was thinking about how to get out of this situation, Hangeom suddenly jumped up and rushed to him.

“Senior! Are you hurt?”

“…”

“A-are you okay? Do you have any…”

Hangeom, swaying but diligently examining Wonhyeok’s body. Such unexpected behavior caught Wonhyeok off guard, and he only frowned, not knowing what to do. Because in the scenarios he was running through his head, this loser shouldn’t have behaved like this at all.

“What happened anyway…”

At that moment, the man who had been groaning on the ground suddenly jumped up with a shout and tried to pounce on Wonhyeok. This was even convenient. Wonhyeok thought he could take a hit and reduce everything to a mutual fight, but an unexpected scene unfolded before his eyes.

Suddenly, this loser burst into his field of vision.