The Sickly Transmigrator Hides the Fact that He Became a Puppy - Chapter 3.1
‘But wait, our school’s color is red, and this is gray.’
The difference in color left him confused.
Being held by someone as tall as Han Joon made Yi Hyeon feel like he was flying in an airplane. He started wriggling his feet, silently asking to be let down. That’s when their eyes met. Yi Hyeon, more startled by this than by the sensation of floating, couldn’t help but let out a scream.
“Yip!”
The person holding Yi Hyeon wasn’t anyone else but Han Joon.
The difference in the uniform color was due to Yi Hyeon’s transformed eyes as a dog. It was already shocking enough to wake up as a puppy after a traffic accident, but the fact that his guardian was Han Joon made it even harder for Yi Hyeon to process everything.
As if that weren’t enough, Han Joon suddenly leaned in as if to kiss him. Yi Hyeon strained his neck and bent his body backward in protest, his small paws flailing pitifully.
‘Please don’t! Stop it!’
“Woof!”
Ignoring Yi Hyeon’s desperate plea, Han Joon’s lips eventually touched the top of his head. The unfamiliar, soft sensation made Yi Hyeon’s fur bristle.
‘I said stop!’
“Woof!”
Unable to hold back any longer, Yi Hyeon forcefully swiped his paw. The moment he did, he felt his sharp nails catch on something.
A low groan followed immediately after.
Left alone on the soft bed, Yi Hyeon realized something.
He might not know how he ended up in a puppy’s body, but one thing was clear—he’d left a mark on Han Joon’s previously flawless skin.
‘Ugh, this is driving me crazy.’
The image of the red, clear scratch across Han Joon’s neck wouldn’t leave Yi Hyeon’s mind.
‘He’s going to be mad, isn’t he? Of course, he will. With his personality, Han Joon won’t let this go.’
Yi Hyeon paced back and forth on the soft blanket, his tiny paws no bigger than thumbtacks leaving little prints. Just as the guilt began to suffocate him, the door clicked open.
Startled by the sound, Yi Hyeon plopped down on the spot. A feather from the duvet floated through the air and landed on his black nose.
After what felt like ages, Han Joon reappeared, a peach-colored bandage carelessly stuck to his neck.
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If this were a dream, I’d wake up, right?
Even if it were reality, I should return to my original body after some time, right? Holding onto these fragile hopes, Yi Hyeon watched as they slowly crumbled. When he opened his eyes, he was still a dog. Worse, he had woken up on Han Joon’s bed, sharing his pillow.
‘Ugh!’
Panicking, Yi Hyeon bolted upright. As he tried to flee, he noticed the bandage dangling from Han Joon’s neck, about to fall off. He froze in his tracks.
Filled with guilt at the sight of the red scratch on Han Joon’s smooth, pale skin, Yi Hyeon turned his little paws around and approached Han Joon’s face.
Waving his front paws hesitantly in front of Han Joon’s peacefully sleeping face, Yi Hyeon nudged the bandage on Han Joon’s neck with his nose, tapping it back into place.
Satisfied after seeing the bandage firmly reattached, Yi Hyeon grinned. But then, an uncontrollable itch surged through him, causing his lower belly to tingle.
‘C-crazy!’
In a rush, Yi Hyeon dashed down the doggy stairs and stood by the door, pushing against it with all his might.
There was no way it would open.
Next, he tried slipping his nails into the small gap under the door and accidentally scratched it with a sharp noise. He was startled but reassured himself that the distance between the bed and the door was far enough that Han Joon wouldn’t hear.
But Yi Hyeon was wrong.
“Louie?”
Han Joon’s deep voice, still slightly hoarse from sleep, made Yi Hyeon internally sigh and squeeze his eyes shut.
“What are you doing over there?”
Han Joon ruffled his tousled hair as he sat up in bed. The sunlight streaming through the large windows made his face shine even more than usual.
Yi Hyeon quickly lay on his fluffy rear, trying to cover the scratch marks he’d made on the door with his body, while looking up at Han Joon as if nothing had happened.
For a while, Han Joon silently gazed down at the fluffy ball sitting at his feet before letting out a chuckle.
“Is it because you know it’s the weekend and want to go for a walk? Is my Louie some kind of genius dog?”
Han Joon mistook Yi Hyeon’s desperate urge to relieve himself for wanting a walk and lifted him up.
“But not now. Maybe after breakfast.”
‘No! I need to go right now! I won’t make it!’
