Chapter 95: Woo-jin's Taste
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 95: Woo-jin's Taste
“Hurry uuuup!”
Watching Yoo Ah-rin flailing on the sofa like a pouting child, I felt something surging up from deep within my chest.
How should I even describe this?
There were words coming to mind, but I didn't want to settle for something simple, yet anything I could think of felt too weak to express the intensity of it.
I’d never really felt like I lacked a vocabulary in my life.
But in this moment, I was actually starting to have doubts about my mastery of the Korean language.
“I, I’m just…!”
“Just? Just what?”
As I stood there awkwardly, stammering, Yoo Ah-rin let out a snicker.
“My body is burning up.”
The moment I said that, Yoo Ah-rin, still lying down, slyly pulled up her shirt a little.
The sight of her pale, white navel only served to further overheat my already boiling brain.
“Is our Woo-jini’s body hot? Are you getting all excited looking at your Noona?”
“Can I have a second to organize exactly what this emotion is inside me?”
“...W-wait a second.”
When I spoke while trembling violently with exaggerated intensity, Yoo Ah-rin seemed flustered and slowly sat up on the sofa.
“Y-you’re not actually turned on, are you?”
“Be quiet! I’m picking my words!”
My head was so hot that I shouted back at her urgently. She began to pull her clothes back together and look at me warily for no reason, but I just took a deep breath and sifted through my thoughts. Eventually, I gave up.
“Is there a word more violent than ‘kill’?”
“...”
“What? Excited? Yeah, I’m excited. I’m so excited I don't know what to imagine to make sure you die the most cruel and painful death possible.”
“...”
“It’s such a shame that my vocabulary is so limited that I can’t think of anything worse than saying I want to kill you.”
“...”
“I told Seo Ye-rin the same thing once. You should be grateful to your parents. If you hadn't learned Taekwondo as a kid, you would have died by my hands right here.”
“...Thank you, Mom and Dad.”
I don't know how I could be this furious. Honestly, I could have let the fact that she tricked me into coming over slide.
But the moment she started pestering me to go make her ramyeon, it felt like the thread of my sanity just snapped.
It was like a primary schooler throwing jabs at me and acting tough, saying, “Hey, you loser, I’m the boss of my class, let’s go.”
“Phew, I didn't know you’d get that mad.”
Scratching her head, Yoo Ah-rin glanced at me and spoke.
“Don't be mad. Just go make some Neoguri. Don't whisk the egg, and make the noodles firm.”
“...”
“Do you want me to tell you where the ramyeon is?”
“One of us dies today. Call the police.”
As I rolled up my sleeves and approached, she giggled and immediately spread her legs toward me.
“I’ve been watching Ju-jitsu on Neutube lately, you know? Fighting from the ground is an advantage for me.”
It was a posture I’d seen often in Ju-jitsu, but seeing it in person was… a bit suggestive.
“Advantage, my ass. You’re dead, Yoo Ah-rin.”
The moment I lunged at her, she quickly hooked her legs around my neck, grabbed one of my arms, and went for an armbar.
I didn't know the technical name, but she was dangling from my arm with surprisingly good form.
However, since it was her first time trying it for real, the technique wasn't applied properly.
Besides, Yoo Ah-rin was light, and I was a healthy young man who had been home training for a whole month.
“Hyaaah!”
I put strength into both arms and lifted the dangling Yoo Ah-rin into the air. Startled, she squeezed my arm with her thighs, struggling not to fall.
“W-wait! Stop! Stop! Okay! I’m sorry! Put me down!”
“Shut up! Prepare to fall to your death.”
“Hey! Oppa! Master! Wait! I’m really in trouble! Don't do it!”
“Are you going to make the ramyeon?!”
“I’ll even put in eggs and green onions!”
I really wanted to slam her into the floor, but since she promised to make the ramyeon, I decided to just toss her onto the sofa.
The sofa was soft, so I went to drop her, but in that instant—
“Ugh!”
The strength left my waist, my body tilted forward, and I collapsed right on top of her.
“...”
“...”
It was a delicate situation.
Yoo Ah-rin, looking up at me with a flushed face, fidgeted for a moment before punching me in the ribs.
“Gah!”
“How many adult videos have you watched to try a move like this on me?!”
“It’s bad enough I got hit and bad enough I’m being told to cook ramyeon at your house, but the fact that you think I was making a move to seduce you is the most unfair thing in the world!”
“Shut up!”
Even as I rolled around on the floor in pain, I made sure to get my word in. Yoo Ah-rin huffed and puffed as she stomped off to the kitchen.
Anyway, thanks to that, I was left alone to pull myself together, and soon after, I started eating the ramyeon she brought out.
Usually, if something like that happened—the kind of thing you’d see in a romantic comedy—the standard development would be for both people to be shy, avoid eye contact, or blush.
“Look at the way this guy uses his chopsticks. Do you realize you just took a whole pack’s worth in one bite?”
“Why are you being so stingy? It’s my house, my ramyeon, and I’m the one who cooked it. Do I really have to hear that from you?”
“Hey, you should treat your guests properly. Right now, you’re single-handedly ruining your family’s image…!”
“What, you want me to call my mom? They’re on a trip to Japan right now, want me to put her on the phone? Should I call the boss out?”
“Why would you bother your parents while they’re enjoying their trip… Hey! You took the whole egg yolk for yourself?!”
“I’m gonna mix it into the broth on my plate!”
Without a shred of that youthful romance, we spent the time bickering over who got to eat more ramyeon until the clock had ticked right past.
After a satisfying meal and finishing the dishes, I walked back into the living room to see Yoo Ah-rin putting on her coat.
“What, are you seeing me out?”
I thought she was coming to say goodbye since I was leaving.
“What are you talking about? I’m going to the convenience store.”
“Right, what was I even expecting.”
I clicked my tongue and stepped outside.
“Hey, but what do you do about the people who post weird pics on the Bamboo Forest in the middle of the night?”
“What else? You just block them the next day. When those pics go up, the other kids post asking why they haven't been deleted yet, right? Then just delete them without looking. That’s a pro tip.”
“Oh, so I let the kids deal with it and I don't have to see the disgusting pics myself?”
“Exactly. That’s why I sometimes intentionally react late. The people who posted the disgusting pics see it first and go crazy wondering why it’s not being deleted.”
“That is a top-tier tip.”
Yoo Ah-rin nodded with her hands in her coat pockets. Feeling like I’d taught her another lesson as a manager, I shrugged my shoulders proudly. Seeing that, Yoo Ah-rin immediately slapped them down with her palm.
Before we knew it, we arrived in front of the convenience store.
“Wait here a sec.”
Leaving me behind as I was about to head off, Yoo Ah-rin went inside. She came back out a moment later holding a Chocomong and a Hershey Choco Milk.
“Here.”
Unexpectedly, she handed me the Chocomong.
“What? That one’s mine.”
When I pointed at the Hershey’s, Yoo Ah-rin tossed the Chocomong against my chest and quickly stuck a straw into the Hershey’s and started drinking.
“I’m craving this today.”
“Whatever.”
“Try the Chocomong. It’s good.”
“Well, since you bought it, I’ll enjoy it.”
I started drinking the Chocomong and was about to head off when Yoo Ah-rin started pitter-pattering along behind me.
“...Where are you going?”
I wondered where she was off to now, but she sidled up next to me and muttered.
“The PC Bang.”
“Why?”
“Aren't you going there to do more of your assignment?”
“...I mean, yeah.”
“Let’s go together. I’m bored being home alone anyway. I’ve always wanted to try staying up all night at a PC Bang.”
Well, there was no reason to send her away if she wanted to come. I just accepted it, but then Yoo Ah-rin held out her Hershey’s with a frown.
“Hey, this tastes bad. Let’s swap.”
“I told you to just drink what you usually have.”
“We can just swap the straws. Hurry.”
With a sigh, I held out my Chocomong. We swapped straws and headed toward the PC Bang, sipping our respective chocolate milks.
I walked in cautiously, wondering if Chan-woo might be working part-time while I was out, but I almost tripped because I was pushed from behind.
“I almost cracked my head open because of you!”
“Ugh, would Chan-woo even be here? He’s on the full shift starting tomorrow, you think he’d come in tonight?”
“...It’s even more annoying because you’re right.”
I looked around to find a seat again. I’d chosen to come back to make as much progress as possible while I was on a roll with the editing.
But now that I was actually at the PC Bang, having finished most of today’s quota, I wondered if I really needed to do more.
“Maybe I’ll just watch some webtoons.”
“You said you were doing an assignment. Hurry up and find a seat.”
“Haaaah.”
After letting out a deep sigh, I rolled my head around to stretch.
Once I’d steeled my resolve, I started heading toward a corner seat.
‘Wait, someone took our spot.’
In the seat where Yoo Ah-rin and I had been sitting, there was a person wearing a black hoodie with the hood up and a headset on.
The silhouette looked familiar, so I crept closer. It was Seo Ye-rin, her face completely bundled up.
“What is she doing here?”
“Wait, is that Ye-rin?”
She seemed so intensely focused on her game that she couldn't hear us through the headset.
As I was pondering what kind of prank to pull, Yoo Ah-rin dashed forward and covered Seo Ye-rin’s eyes from behind the chair.
“Guess who!”
“Huh? Wh-what?!”
Unable to hear anything and suddenly losing her vision, a panicked Seo Ye-rin frantically reached out with her hands, but I snatched them out of the air.
“Eek?!”
Seo Ye-rin let out a strange noise. She flailed around in a panic while we giggled, enjoying the show.
If there had been one more person, we could have even filmed this.
“A-Alba-nim! I-I can’t see…!”
“Hup!”
Since I could easily overpower someone with Seo Ye-rin’s strength with one hand, I pinned both her wrists with one hand and covered her mouth with the other.
With her mouth muffled, Seo Ye-rin tried everything to escape and ended up biting my hand.
“Ow! You got spit on me!”
Startled, I pulled my hand away, and Seo Ye-rin shouted with a bright smile.
“Ah, it’s the taste of Woo-jin!”
“...The taste of Woo-jin?”
Yoo Ah-rin stared at her, wondering what on earth that meant, but I was so speechless I couldn't even find the words to respond.