The Sickly Transmigrator Hides the Fact that He Became a Puppy - Chapter 6.1
The dog clenched the toy in its jaws and shook its head aggressively, as though it were actually hunting.
The bee toy, fluffy and round, was ripped to shreds by the sharp teeth, scattering stuffing everywhere. Watching the cotton fly around, Yi Hyeon felt a shiver run down his spine. And his feeling wasn’t wrong.
Not long after, complaints came in about the couple’s complete neglect of their dog. The staff had no choice but to ask them to leave.
“We’ve received complaints from other tables.”
Though no bites had occurred yet, the dog was known for its biting, while the couple sat engrossed in their phones, barely paying attention. Their dog had knocked down and stepped on other dogs, destroyed every toy in sight, and even tried to scavenge food from other tables. Yet the owners didn’t spare it a single glance.
Eventually, the presence of the unruly dog drove most of the other customers out of the café, leaving behind only the dogs there for care. Fearing that a serious incident was inevitable, the manager decided to intervene.
“I’m sorry, but as their guardian, it’s your responsibility to ensure basic care for your pet…” “Yeah, yeah.”
The couple replied dismissively, not even looking at the employee.
“I’m serious.”
As the staff continued to insist on their departure, the couple finally began to lose their patience, growing indignant as if they were the victims.
“Then you should’ve told us to leave before we ordered coffee! Who’s going to leave after paying?”
“We informed you before entry that aggressive behavior could lead to restricted access. You said your dog wasn’t aggressive, but it’s shown aggressive behavior several times now.”
“I mean, I bought expensive coffee so our dog can come here to play. Why are you telling me to take care of him? Isn’t it the staff’s job?”
“Staff members are also at risk of getting bitten. We’re just trying to prevent an incident before it happens, so we’d appreciate your understanding. And as mentioned earlier, we’ll fully refund your payment.”
“Refund? Are we beggars? Our dog doesn’t bite!”
The man’s booming voice, thick with irritation, made other patrons scowl.
“Charging four thousand won for terrible coffee, then kicking us out after ten minutes—what kind of business is this?”
“We apologize, but these are our rules to prevent accidents. We’ll issue a full refund as stated earlier.”
“Am I a beggar? Am I doing this for money? It feels disgusting!”
Even during the argument with the manager, they left their dog unattended.
The neglected dog sat hunched in a corner, its eyes glinting dangerously as it watched the other dogs dart around.
It looked less like it was observing and more like it was choosing a target. Yi Hyeon couldn’t take his eyes off it.
“Gosh, some people just lack basic manners. Let’s go home, Minnie,”
The last remaining customer, rising from her seat, spoke, calling to her dog.
A small, black, bean-like dog looked up with bright eyes, dropped the toy it was holding, and trotted happily toward its owner.
Accidents always happen in a flash.
“Grrrr, woof!”
In an instant, the couple’s dog, which had been crouched low, used its momentum to lunge at the little black dog.
Yi Hyeon, who’d been watching intently, darted forward to intercept it, barking loudly to alert the staff. Yet even then, the aggressive dog didn’t stop; it opened its jaws wide, aiming for Yi Hyeon’s neck.
“Oh my god!”
“Aaaah!”
It was a reckless move.
After all, Yi Hyeon was still just a young dog, with a small body. Just as he wondered if he’d end up injured in Louie’s body, he felt a familiar warmth encircle him completely.
He smelled a gentle, familiar scent, and, feeling no pain, he broke free of his fear and cautiously opened his eyes.
He was astonished by what he saw.
It was Han Joon, holding him tightly with a shocked expression on his face. In that moment, Yi Hyeon’s large, round eyes filled with tears, and the tension drained from his legs. His heart was pounding wildly, and a tingling sensation spread throughout his body.
“Are you okay? You’re not hurt, right?”
Han Joon’s voice trembled as he spoke, and Yi Hyeon, on the verge of tears, nodded.
But then he noticed something horrifying—Han Joon’s arm was in the couple’s dog’s jaws, blood trickling from where the sharp fangs had sunk into his pale skin.
“Woof! Woof!”
‘Han Joon!’
