The Breakup Agreement

[Wait!]

“What.”

[That ‘good thing’ you mentioned… don’t tell me…]

‘What now? I spoke coldly, just like the real Seong Chanyeong, so he wouldn’t suspect anything.’

Just my luck.

Already on edge for days because of that bastard Joo Taegang and the nightmares, I flinched at Baek Dojun’s words.

But it turned out to be pointless worry.

[Don’t tell me… you’re trying to marry me?]

‘What the hell is this guy saying.’

Marriage?

Marriage??

Who said you could drink spoiled kimchi broth on your own like that?

I’m meeting you to break off the engagement—and you’re talking about marriage???

The moment I heard it, my patience snapped, and I almost cursed him out for real.

“Fu—… no. It’s absolutely not that, so just come.

Got it? I’m hanging up.”

[Wha—]

Before Baek Dojun could continue, I quickly hit the end call button.

The moment his voice disappeared, I felt refreshed.

“Good. Now all I have to do is safely break off the engagement with Baek Dojun tomorrow.”

I slapped both cheeks lightly and drew a bold line through the task I had written in my notebook.

“Schedule meeting with Baek Dojun to break off engagement” — completed.

Looking at the long list underneath—“cutting off the male leads”—I let out a deep sigh.

“When am I going to do all this…Hmm… should I just block all of them and run?”

Oh.

That wasn’t a bad idea at all.

‘Baek Dojun is my fiancé, so out of courtesy I should meet him and end things properly…but the rest?

Those relationships only existed because Seong Chanyeong was obsessively stalking them.’

I had only run into Joo Taegang by bad luck while going to apologize to Seo Eunsu.

There was no need for me to meet the others personally.

‘Then there’s nothing to worry about!’

Just block them all.

As far as my life was concerned, they didn’t exist.

Feeling energized, I immediately called Secretary Choi.

[Yes, young master.]

“It’s me. Secretary Choi.

You know the reservation at the Korean restaurant tomorrow at 1, right? Take me there.”

[You mean Yeonhwagung.

Understood. I will prepare and escort you.]

“Also, just in case…you know those guys I used to follow around because I liked them.”

[You mean the dominant Alphas around Seo Eunsu?]

I tried to phrase it vaguely out of embarrassment, but he understood instantly.

Honestly, it made things easier.

“Did I assign anyone to keep tabs on them or something?”

[Previously, at your request, we had people secretly assigned to them…]

God, this Seong Chanyeong is like a damn fly—so persistent it’s disgusting.

“Pull them all back.”

[…Pardon?]

“Everything I ordered you to do—stalker crap, all of it.
Stop it.”

As long as I was Seong Chanyeong now, I wasn’t doing any of that garbage.

Caught off guard, Secretary Choi stayed silent for a moment before finally responding.

[…Understood. I will handle it as instructed.]

“Good. See you tomorrow.”

After ending the call, I moved at light speed.

I unblocked all the male leads’ contacts and sent them a single message.

[From now on, I won’t be hanging around you or Seo Eunsu anymore.

Live your lives well. Sorry for bothering you all this time.]

If it were the real Seong Chanyeong, that wouldn’t have been enough.

But I wasn’t him.

And after what happened with Joo Taegang, I had already decided—I wasn’t going to pretend to be him and apologize properly.

After sending the messages, I blocked all their numbers and chats again.

It felt incredibly satisfying.

“Now the only one left is Baek Dojun.”

I was actually looking forward to tomorrow.

Maybe because I had already cut off the terrifying male leads, I didn’t have any nightmares that night.

And so—

Right now, I was sitting in a private room at a traditional restaurant, sipping tea while watching Baek Dojun’s absurdly handsome face twist into a frown.

“What’s so important that you had to call me out to a place like this?”

Yeah.

That’s what I was waiting for.

“Let’s break up starting today.”

“…What?”

“I said, let’s break up. From now on, we go our separate ways.”

The longer I spoke, the more Baek Dojun’s expression turned blank—like he’d just been punched.

“…All of a sudden?”

“I don’t like you anymore. Let’s call off the engagement.

You didn’t like me either, right?”

“…Are you serious?”

“Of course I am.

Otherwise, why would I suddenly call you out here and ask you to eat with me?”

Sip.

For some reason, the tea tasted especially sweet today.

Honey-sweet.

Baek Dojun’s face was painted with confusion.

He clearly hadn’t expected this at all.

‘Well… the real Seong Chanyeong would never say something like this.’

Understanding his complicated feelings, I waited for his response.

After what felt like ages—like a scholar struggling over an unsolvable problem—he finally spoke.

“…You’re really going to break off the engagement?
You?”

“I told you, I am.”

With no hesitation in my answer, he looked at me in disbelief.

“Why? What’s the reason?”

“I told you. I don’t like you anymore.”

“Since when did you ever like me?

You were the one who chose me as your fiancé because you didn’t like me from the start.”

His voice was sharp as frost, and my body instinctively tensed.

He was angry.

I messed up.

‘Of course I know—because of the original story—that Seong Chanyeong had a twisted love-hate relationship with him.’

But Baek Dojun had no way of knowing that.

So to him, everything I said just sounded like a lie meant to mock him.

“Don’t try to brush this off with a half-baked lie, Seong Chanyeong.

Tell me. What’s the real reason you want to break off the engagement?

Or are you even serious about it?”

The faint scent of sandalwood in the air grew stronger—and bitter.

It was Baek Dojun’s Alpha pheromones.

They were intensifying to a threatening level.

In this world, there were drugs that could completely suppress rut and heat cycles, and people were trained from a young age to control their pheromones.

But when emotions ran high, it couldn’t be helped—pheromones would surge like this.

And if someone got caught in those pheromones and lost control…

An accident was inevitable.

For someone like Seong Chanyeong—a recessive Omega—it was even worse.

There was no way to withstand the oppressive pheromones of an Alpha like Baek Dojun.

My head spun.

My body stiffened.

And before I knew it, I cursed.

“f*ck…”

This bastard—he’s doing this on purpose, isn’t he?

“What?”

I wanted to tell him to suppress his pheromones—but I couldn’t.

To the outside world, Seong Chanyeong was a Beta.

‘Baek Dojun knows… but I can’t expose it myself.’

There was no reason to reveal a weakness and get trapped because of it.

I had already set everything in motion to leave for the countryside.

I couldn’t get stuck here.

Forcing myself to steady my breathing, I gritted my teeth and spoke.

“I understand exactly what you think of me, Baek Dojun.
You must’ve been dying to show your fangs all this time.”

“If you’re planning to use this to threaten me again—”

“Just shut up for a second.

If I wanted to threaten you, I wouldn’t have called you out to a place like this.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Exactly what I said.

I called you here because I want to break off the engagement.
There’s no other meaning.”

So get rid of those damn pheromones already, you bastard.

I hadn’t even started eating, and my appetite was already gone.

It felt like I was suffocating.

And because I couldn’t even show it, the pain doubled.

“E-Excuse me… your food is here…”

Right on cue, the staff entered with the dishes—only to freeze, their faces turning pale from Baek Dojun’s overwhelming pheromones.

Even so—

I didn’t want to leave without eating.

‘Out of all the places Seong Chanyeong frequented, this one suits my taste the most.’

Honestly, the best part of possessing him was this—

I could eat amazing food whenever I wanted.

Before heading off to farm life, I wanted to take full advantage of that.

“Come in.”

At my words, the staff rushed in at lightning speed, placed the dishes neatly, and practically fled.

Food or not, Baek Dojun continued, frowning.

“How am I supposed to believe—”

“Let’s eat first and talk.
If you’re still uneasy, then look at this.”

Let me eat, damn it.

Haven’t you ever heard the saying—give even someone you hate a rice cake?

I shoved an envelope toward him.

“What’s this?”

“A written agreement.”