Chapter 328: First Love's Farewell
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 328: First Love's Farewell
A familiar ceiling came into view.
The male dormitory.
Specifically, my room.
At the sound of voices, I closed my eyes again.
"Whoa, what is this? Why does he have stuff like this?"
"There’s even more than last time."
"Woo-jini organizes his folders so neatly. I usually just cram everything in anywhere."
"Now that you mention it, you're right. Wow, look at this guy. He started by dividing them into Eastern and Western, and then categorized them by specific acts."
"…Is this even possible on a laptop's storage?"
"Isn't it because he has a high-end laptop? He’s loaded!"
"There’s probably no one else who uses being the youngest son of Uju Group as wastefully as this guy. If it were me, I’d be traveling the world right now."
"But it looks like he actually studies? He made a spreadsheet in Excel here."
"I-seo, I think that’s an adult video checklist."
"Fuck, why is it so detailed?"
"Why is he so sincere about things like this…?"
"Whoa! Look at this! Eastern, Swimsuit, Orgy. When I check these, it filters them perfectly!"
"Wow, I’m losing all respect for him. Can I go hit him one more time?"
"If you hit him more than that, he’ll die!"
"Sigh, should I just delete it all? Don't we kind of have the right to delete stuff like this?"
"Hehe, I-seo. What kind of relationship do we have that gives us that right?"
"Don't you laugh, Seo Ye-rin."
"Fuck it, just delete it. What’s this? Why does he even have a seven-person orgy? Where does this bastard even find this shit?"
"Ah, that’s a product code Woo-jini recommended to me a long time ago."
"…You even got porn recommendations from him?"
"I got the recommendation back when we only knew each other anonymously. It brings back memories."
"Whatever, fuck it. I’m deleting it, okay? Ugh, even deleting this takes forever."
"But is it really okay to delete it?"
"Why wouldn't it be?"
"Delete it. There’s too much."
"No, think about it. The fact that Woo-jini has so many videos means he collected and used them diligently, right?"
"Imagining that guy with his face buried in his laptop collecting porn makes me lose all respect for him."
"…I feel sick."
"You two might not know, but a man’s sexual desire is resolved once it’s released, right? Once he ejaculates, it’s over!"
"Not for that guy."
"He ate too many good things when he was a kid."
"But if all the videos disappear, his outlet is gone. Where do you think that desire will go?"
"…."
"…."
"Should I be more blunt? I think Woo-jini’s dick is going to be pointed at us."
"…."
"…."
"Can you handle that?"
Clatter!
"Re-restore it! Quickly! Fuck, how do you restore this?!"
"Just go to the Recycle Bin. Go to the Recycle Bin and restore it first!"
"No, I emptied the Recycle Bin while listening to what Seo Ye-rin was saying!"
"Why would you empty it, you idiot!"
"You told me to delete it too!"
"Ahem. Now, everyone, pay attention."
"What!"
"What is it now?"
"I can restore it. I accidentally deleted something once before and managed to bring it back."
"Ooh."
"Ye-rin…!"
"Therefore, I shall reinstall Kim Woo-jin’s sexual outlet!"
Tap, tap, tap.
Tap, tap, tap.
Tap, tap, tap.
"Uh-oh."
Tap, tap, tap.
Tap, tap, tap.
Tap, tap, tap.
"Hmm."
"Why? Is there a problem?"
"You’re doing it right, aren't you, Ye-rin?"
"W-well, first of all…."
"Don't stall!"
"I’m starting to get scared of Kim Woo-jin lying on that bed."
"I didn't delete it, okay?"
"This bitch is cutting ties already?!"
"Why! You said you could restore it!"
"Haha, it’s not working? I don't know that much about computers, so I’m not sure why it’s failing."
"…."
"…."
"Can I head out now? I think the manager nuna is calling me."
"You said you had nothing to do today!"
"That’s why I tried to seduce Kim Woo-jin into going to a hotel earlier!"
"Let go! You guys deleted it! Why are you doing this to—ack! My, my chest hurts! Don't pull!"
"Fuck, what is this?! The texture is insane!"
"Why the sudden sexual harassment…?"
"Waaaaah! Woo-jina! The breasts that belong only to you have been defiled!"
"…Hey, should we just bolt?"
"That’s not a bad idea."
"I’m staying here and telling him everything!"
"That traitorous bitch."
"Phew, for now, how about we go grab some coffee and think about it?"
"Ah, I’ll take a caffè latte."
"We’re all going together to buy it, you wench."
"Let’s just go for now."
Creak.
"But is Woo-jini dead? How hard did you hit him?"
"…He deserved it."
"Man, but the more I think about it, that crazy bas—."
Thud.
The door closed.
I slowly opened my eyes again.
The corners of my eyes were slightly damp.
When I touched them with my fingertips, I realized they were tears.
I barely swallowed the sob that threatened to burst out. The breath that escaped me was bitter, steeped in the unique sorrow and soul of the Korean people.
"F-fuck…."
I’m twenty-one years old; I don't cry just because some porn got deleted.
But this couldn't be dismissed as just some videos being erased.
This was a breakup.
And a breakup with my first love, at that.
"Ai, Yua, Arina—."
The faces of the actresses I loved flickered through my mind one by one. The memories of those nights when I was indebted to them were like falling stars.
They shone truly beautifully.
But in the end, they fell.
However, falling didn't mean it was meaningless.
Because the emptiness only added more value to the brilliance.
In a person's life, that’s what a beautiful parting was.
Of course, just because a parting was beautiful didn't mean there was no sadness.
Rather, because it was beautiful, the lingering attachment was even stronger.
Because memories had accumulated, the breakup carried weight.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
I didn't even want to see the tears that rolled down my face and reached my ears.
Since we had never met in person, couldn't our love be considered even more sincere?
Since nothing remained to commemorate the memories, the emotions in my heart would eventually turn into a void.
The small flowers made of tissues, the evidence of my affection, had already been swept away by the current.
I was afraid that one day, even today’s emotions and the memories of those women might become nothing more than a trivial story to tell over drinks.
'If it was going to end like this.'
I should have treated them with more care.
I should have listened to their voices more patiently.
I felt foolish for having mindlessly skipped forward in time, chasing only simple pleasure.
Because I couldn't wait a mere ten seconds.
Those moments when I flicked through with my fingers.
The fact that despite loving them this much, I knew nothing about them except their names.
Even though they had been introducing themselves so earnestly from the very first meeting.
The fact that I had ignored all of that and possessed and used them only for a moment’s pleasure.
I was overcome with unbearable regret.
My fingers trembled.
I bit my lip hard and tried to suppress the self-reproach by taking deep breaths.
'I shouldn't regret it.'
That would only stain our beautiful memories with ugliness.
I will keep moving forward without stopping.
We might meet again.
Or we might part forever, remaining only in memory.
Whatever the result, I will continue to navigate the vast world known as the internet.
And as I move forward, suddenly, one day.
That day.
The sun might be shining brightly.
It might be raining.
The sky might be blue without a single cloud.
Or perhaps it will be snowing.
At any time.
If we meet again.
I will greet them happily and gift them white flowers made of tissues, heavy with the scent of chestnut blossoms.
And I will let them drift away on the flowing water.
Hoping the flowers reach them.
Creak.
"But aren't we coming back a bit too casually?"
"Anyone watching would think this is a female dormitory."
"I heard plenty of other girls come here too! People on the Bamboo Forest were complaining, telling others not to bring their boyfriends to the dorms!"
"Wasn't that a call-out post targeting that bastard?"
"Pfft! Probably."
"What the."
Yoo Ah-rin, who had approached me, lightly touched the corner of my eye. I hurriedly covered my eyes with my arm, but.
"Hey, are you crying? Why are you crying?"
"What, is Kim Woo-jin awake?"
"Woo-jina! I thought you were dead!"
It seemed I had already been caught crying.
"I’m not crying!"
This isn't tears; it’s a parting.
That’s why they’re just falling down.
The three of them realized something was serious.
"What’s wrong? What happened?"
Usually, Choi I-seo took the lead in these situations, so she patted my shoulder and asked.
"I said it’s nothing!"
"There’s no way. Did we hit you too hard? Is it because of that?"
"Don't belittle the value of my tears with something like that!"
"Then what is it? If it’s something we can help with, we will."
"Then just leave me alone! Give me time to accept this parting!"
"Parting? What are you talking about?"
"What is actually wrong with this guy?"
Choi I-seo and Yoo Ah-rin had no clue, but.
Seo Ye-rin’s eyes widened as she covered her mouth.
"D-don't tell me he heard us deleting the porn?!"
"Guh!"
I bit my lip, unable to answer. When someone hits the nail on the head, you surprisingly find yourself unable to say anything, left only to wallow in sorrow.
"Fuck, just because of that?"
"Why does Woo-jin always make the person worrying about him feel like a loser?"
Those girls had just said something that should never be uttered.
"Are you kidding me?! You just open someone else's laptop and delete their porn? Are you the Communist Party? Fuck, what are you going to do about this! Do you know how many years I spent collecting that!"
"…."
"…."
"Do you know what you’ve just done? A man asks for his hard drive to be destroyed even when he’s dying!"
In short.
"It means he worries about his porn even when his life is at stake! Porn being deleted is something that should never happen unless I’m leaving this world!"
It meant it held a value similar to life itself.
"Ahem, w-well, it does seem like we did something very wrong."
"I think this is the first time I’ve seen Woo-jini cry."
Yoo Ah-rin and Choi I-seo’s expressions darkened as they finally grasped the gravity of the situation.
"Then it’s simple!"
Seo Ye-rin, who had been watching from a distance a step behind, smiled and offered a solution.
"You guys just have to film the porn Woo-jini is going to watch!"
Like Zhuge Liang expounding the Tripartite Division of the World, Seo Ye-rin shouted while reaching out her hand.
Yoo Ah-rin and Choi I-seo frowned, wondering what kind of bullshit this was, but.
"Really…?"
A bright smile spread across my face.
What did it matter if some porn got deleted?
It’s not like I was the one actually doing it anyway.