Each Their Own Disgust
Time slipped past, and the clock pushed well past midnight.
The last trains had already stopped running, and Yoonsoo showed no sign of wanting to go home, still pouring himself drink after drink.
The living room reeked of mixed soju and beer, the alcohol thick in the air, tangled with the sour smell of sweat from the stifling midsummer heat.
Seojin had pressed herself against the wall, as if trying to put as much distance as she could between herself and the others.
When is he going to leave…
Yoonsoo's gaze kept finding her, and it felt as though those eyes were stripping past her T-shirt, peeling down to the bare skin beneath.
Seojin, next time… with us too… yeah? You understand, right? I'm just curious.
His mocking words kept looping through her ears like a hallucination she couldn't shake.
Between that unpleasant stare and the phantom of his voice, Seojin kept wishing he would just go home already.
But all that accumulated were the empty bottles Taehyun and Yoonsoo kept producing between them.
Both men looked thoroughly drunk now—rambling, faces flushed red. Their mouths twisted; their expressions twisted.
And twisting right along with them were Seojin's legs. Every time Yoonsoo's foul gaze landed on her, her legs crossed tighter, and her body only seemed to grow hotter.
Worse still was the wetness she kept feeling between her thighs—unpleasant, insistent, impossible to ignore.
"I'll just stay a little longer, then head home."
The sound of his voice saying he would stay a little longer sent a chill crawling over Seojin's skin.
Why? Why? Why is he doing this?
But while Seojin wanted him gone, Taehyun's attitude was entirely different.
"Yeah… sure. Stay a bit longer, then go."
Huh? Why?
Seojin resented Taehyun for failing to read her heart. Still, she answered as if everything were fine.
"Th-that's fine, then."
There was nothing else she could do. But she kept wishing he would leave.
And so the idle talk dragged on.
Then Yoonsoo stepped away to the bathroom for a moment. Only Seojin and Taehyun remained in the living room.
Taehyun's cheeks were scarlet, his face heavy with drink. Seojin propped her chin on her hand at the table and asked him,
"So when are you going to send Yoonsoo home?"
"…I don't know… I… I don't know."
"You'll send him home tonight, right? It's just… already so late…"
Seojin mumbled her complaint at him. Seeing her like that, Taehyun smiled and answered,
"Just a little longer… and he'll… he'll go, right?"
Drunk, he stumbled over the words.
"Don't worry too much… he'll grab a taxi and head home soon."
Taehyun was trying to comfort her, but he clearly hadn't caught on to what she truly felt. Seojin swallowed a sigh.
Just then, Yoonsoo returned to his seat. And in that same moment, Taehyun—apparently needing the bathroom himself—headed straight for it.
Yoonsoo didn't go back to where he had been sitting. He came and sat down right beside Seojin.
"Seojin, what are you doing all alone?"
"No… they both went to the bathroom, so I was just sitting here. Haha…"
She offered an awkward laugh, trying to slip free of the moment. Yoonsoo stared straight at her with a sly, predatory look.
"…Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Just… I'm bored… and curious."
"C-curious about what…?"
"Well… everything, really. For example—how the swapping went."
Yoonsoo smiled darkly. The sight of it made Seojin's skin crawl.
"…That kind of thing…"
"How was it? I want to know."
He pressed the question on her. Seojin could never tell this man what she truly felt. It was humiliating—and even if she did speak, something ugly about the prospect made her stomach turn.
"…I don't really know. It was just… whatever."
"Why don't you know?"
He was relentless. Like a snake hunting, he kept demanding an answer from her. Cold sweat kept running down Seojin's body.
When is he coming back…
She wanted Taehyun to hurry back and end this.
"I just… don't really know."
"Really? I see."
Yoonsoo fiddled with his phone for a moment—and then a sound came from it.
"Haa… haang…"
A moan. Seojin jolted in shock. She recognized it at once as her own.
"Sorry… I was just watching something earlier in the bathroom…"
Seojin stared at him. His expression never changed as he kept handling his phone.
"Ah… right…"
She tried to take it at face value, but the moment crashed over her as pure shame.
No way…
The thought hit her that Yoonsoo might have been watching a video of her. It lasted only an instant, but her heart plummeted and then slammed back up into her throat.
Seojin's face flushed as red as if she were blackout drunk.
God… he's disgusting…
Then Taehyun came back from the bathroom. His eyes took in Seojin and Yoonsoo sitting close together.
"What are you two doing like that?"
He asked with open curiosity.
"Nothing. Just trying to talk with Seojin a little."
Taehyun made a place for himself across from them and sat down. He was about to drink again when it happened.
Yoonsoo's hand moved toward Seojin's leg. Before she could even scream, the hand was on her—stroking her thigh. She was wearing shorts, of all things, so every brush of his fingers registered all the more clearly.
…No… why… why is he… is he insane?
She shoved his hand away as naturally as she could, but it came right back to her leg.
The fact that her husband's closest friend was touching her thigh hit Seojin with a shame so sharp it felt like it might drive her mad. She refused him—and still Yoonsoo came for her.
But what truly made her skin crawl was the wetness writhing between her own legs. Her whole body burned with humiliation, and the way that same body answered him made her feel like she was losing her mind.
Stop… stop it…
"So how was it for you back then? Watching Seojin with another guy?"
Yoonsoo asked, looking at Taehyun even as his hand kept working over Seojin's leg.
"…I was shaking. Felt like I was going to lose it…"
Yoonsoo glanced at Taehyun's trembling hands.
"That's the natural reaction, isn't it."
He said it as if it were obvious—almost as if he were laughing at him. Taehyun lifted his head to look at the two of them, and for a second it felt like his breath had stopped.
He caught a glimpse of Yoonsoo's hand on Seojin.
No… the alcohol. I mis-saw it.
He closed his eyes and opened them again—and what he had only half-seen came into focus.
Yoonsoo was touching Seojin's leg. His closest friend was violating his wife right in front of him.
From deep in Taehyun's chest, a dark excitement began to rise.
His heart hammered harder—from the liquor, from the arousal.
He wanted to shout at him to stop. But when he looked at Seojin and read the terror and shame in her eyes, he still couldn't do it.
"Hey… that…"
Stop it…
He wanted to scream it.
Seojin looked at Taehyun. Even now, she thought he would knock Yoonsoo's hand away and protect her.
At the very least, she thought he would get angry and tell him to stop.
But all Taehyun did was grip his glass, avert his eyes, and watch from the corner of his vision. In that instant, Seojin's heart dropped like a stone. The person she understood even less than Yoonsoo was her own husband.
Taehyun's mouth opened.
"Th-have a drink."
But all he could manage was to lift the glass and tip the liquor into his own mouth.
Yoonsoo read the atmosphere perfectly. His hand grew rougher. He was no longer just stroking her thigh—he was kneading between them.
Under that brazen touch, Seojin's body broke out in goosebumps as if winter had suddenly fallen over her.
Please, stop…
But even watching it happen, Taehyun only stood by. In the moment his wife was being groped, he felt his pants grow hard. He clenched the glass tighter and surrendered to the moment.
Seojin saw it. She felt it.
Why…? Why are you doing this… honey, don't tell me…?
A single tear gathered at the corner of her eye—a tear of betrayal toward her husband, and of pure shame.
"Seojin, if someone asked you to do it again—could you?"
"Do… nh… what?"
Afraid a moan might slip free, Seojin bit down hard on her lip.
"Swapping, of course. Or is there something else you want? Taehyun?"
Yoonsoo's question, as if he were savoring the whole scene. And in the middle of it, Seojin's panties only grew wetter with more of her own slick.
Please… why is this happening…
"I… I don't really know…"
"So it's not that you hate it?"
Seojin couldn't speak. Watching her, Taehyun felt his palm go slick with sweat. He wanted to clench his fist and beat the man—but he couldn't.
Just as Yoonsoo's hand pushed deeper still, he checked his watch.
"It's gotten this late already. We'll leave it here for tonight."
"Now…"
Taehyun's words wouldn't come out properly, choked by the arousal.
"You're… leaving now?"
"Yeah. Too late. I'll take a taxi."
Yoonsoo straightened his clothes and stood.
"Seojin, I had a good time. The food was great, and it was a nice evening."
He smiled at her—but even that smile felt filthy and revolting to Seojin. Yoonsoo left the house.
The moment he was gone, the strength went out of Seojin's legs and she nearly collapsed.
"You okay?"
"Mm… I'm fine. Maybe I just drank a little too much…"
"Good, then… let's clean up quick, wash up, and go to bed."
Seojin nodded, and the two of them cleaned up after the storm that had just torn through their night. Taehyun went into the bedroom, and Seojin headed for the bathroom to wash.
The moment she pulled off her panties to shower, a full-body chill ran through her.
She had felt her body respond without her consent.
But the amount of her own slick soaking the inside of her panties was far worse than she had imagined.
"No… why…"
Shame flooded her. Everything about Yoonsoo was repulsive.
Harder still to bear was the image of Taehyun.
The man who had read her face and still done nothing. The moments she had wanted to ask for help and been met only with his turning away.
That image kept circling through her mind and would not leave.
Seojin took the panties straight to the showerhead and began to rinse them. She scrubbed them under cold water, but the sticky fluid clinging to the fabric would not come clean.
Looking at that ugly trace on her own underwear, Seojin shuddered.
She wanted to deny it—but the fact that her body had answered so honestly disgusted her. She hated it. And yet, paradoxically, what she hated most was the moment her body had gone wet under Yoonsoo's gaze and his hands.
Meanwhile, while Seojin washed, Taehyun was replaying the image of Yoonsoo's hand on her leg.
He hated himself for being able to do nothing while his wife was groped by his closest friend.
It was revolting—and yet the perverse pleasure of that forbidden situation made him feel like he was losing his mind.
"Why… why…"
He put his hands to his head, sickened by how powerless he had been in that moment.
Both of them, each carrying their own disgust, brought the day to a close.