#24_Same Bed, Different Dreams 1
Seohyun finally wrapped up her shoot and arrived home late at night. She'd assumed Nayae would already be asleep, but as she unlocked the door, quick pattering footsteps echoed from the other side. Ever since getting tangled up with Yuchan, something off always made her body freeze first. Seohyun cautiously opened the front door.
"Welcome home?"
There stood Nayae in her going-out clothes, beaming with a bright smile. It was already past 11 p.m.—where could she be headed? No way Yuchan called her over, right? An inexplicable anxiety surged through her, and Seohyun scanned the rooms beyond Nayae's back, corner by corner.
"What are you doing? Come in already!"
"No, I just... wondered what was up."
Nayae's sweet, coaxing voice left Seohyun flustered. Lately, Nayae's attitude had softened from outright hostility to something like tolerable coexistence, but greeting her like this upon returning home was a whole other level. Nayae had been thoroughly brainwashed by Yuchan, and she'd always eyed Seohyun sharply—the one taking the brunt of his sexual assaults in her place. Because of that, Seohyun had struggled to gauge the distance between them, enduring plenty of torment.
"You feeling worn out right now?"
"Huh? No, same as always."
The moment Seohyun crossed the threshold, Nayae grabbed her arm and asked. It was like a puppy greeting its owner after a long day out. Bursting with excitement, Nayae dashed off somewhere. Before Seohyun could follow, she was back, looking like she'd leave skid marks on the floor if this were a cartoon.
"Ta-da!"
"What's this?"
What Nayae held was the bag she usually packed for her early-morning swims—stuffed with goggles, swimsuits, toiletries, and the like. Yuchan had mentioned Nayae wanting to hit the pool together tomorrow. Does she think past midnight counts as tomorrow? Suspicion crept in alongside the thought. No matter how much she trusted and cared for Nayae as a friend, this overnight shift in behavior felt too abrupt.
As Seohyun hesitated, Nayae threw her arms wide and pulled her into a hug, resting her chin on Seohyun's chest and gazing up with sparkling eyes.
"Seohyun, I'm really sorry for everything up till now. I just thought you were trying to steal Teacher from me."
It was the kind of flailing panic that made her want to freak out, but Seohyun held her tongue. Yuchan was probably listening to every word. Better to play it safe and observe a bit more before acting out.
"But then I realized Teacher's just so charismatic, and it's natural for you as a woman to feel that way. You're my friend, after all. Instead of fighting fair for his love, I've just been awful to you."
The logic was off somewhere, but Seohyun got the point: Nayae still wanted to get along with her.
"I've made you feel so neglected all this time, haven't I?"
Nayae hugged her tight again, crumbling into her. Her weak grip didn't feel suffocating. Instead, Nayae's slender body pressed fully against her, warmth seeping through everywhere.
"Really, I'm truly sorry."
"No, no. Don't do that—lift your head, Nayae."
Nayae released her from the embrace and bowed at a perfect ninety degrees in apology. It felt overly formal for same-age friends, so Seohyun patted her shoulders and pulled her upright. Nayae wasn't fully in her right mind, but the reduced hostility was progress. At least she wouldn't feel like she was sitting on pins and needles at home for a while.
"So, as my apology, how about we go to the pool together?"
"They open this late?"
Seohyun had never heard of a 24-hour pool. Going with Nayae tugged at her interest. Still a bit uneasy, but building memories and strengthening their friendship seemed worthwhile.
"Yeah, the one near KINTEX that I go to— the 50-meter freestyle lanes run 24/7."
"I don't have a swimsuit, though..."
"Don't worry. I prepared one here!"
As the realization hit Seohyun with dismay, Nayae jumped in eagerly. She'd checked Seohyun's model profile on the agency site for the size—to surprise her. Typical model student thoroughness. If it weren't Nayae, it'd be straight-up creepy.
"Let's be real close from now on. I'll do better."
Nayae's warm smile, treating her like a true friend, felt so novel it nearly brought tears to Seohyun's eyes.
2. Seohyun was stunned by the sight of the pool they reached by taxi. She should've caught on when Nayae mentioned 24-hour operations. It wasn't just a standalone pool; it was part of a city-run citizens' sports complex. There were two pools—first and second—but only the first ran round-the-clock. The second was reservation-only for athletes' training, per Nayae's explanation. Adult admission was a flat 8,000 won day or night.
After getting tickets from the machine, Seohyun trailed Nayae, glancing around.
"Lots of people even at night?"
"Hmm~ Not sure, I haven't been in a while, but weekdays are usually empty. Just our date, then."
Nayae turned back with a grin and linked arms with her affectionately. Seeing that radiant smile made all her past efforts feel rewarded. I'm not doing this for money—I'm dirtying myself to protect my friend's smile. It offered some comfort. Without her as a shield, Nayae might've been pregnant by now.
Lights were off in the other facilities, but the building leading to the pool glowed brightly. Huge doors separated the men's and women's locker rooms and showers. The layout let you change and head straight to the pool. Stepping into the humid locker room connected to the showers, Seohyun saw it was empty save for them. Hundreds of lockers lined up, all keys dangling in open doors. Not a soul, not even a whisper.
Seohyun and Nayae exchanged glances and stifled laughs, holding their breaths in sync.
"Feels like we rented the place out today."
"First time seeing it this empty for me too."
Of course, lifeguards would be in the pool area, and probably some male members, but right now, the thrill was electric. Like entering a nighttime amusement park—smaller scale, but guest-free.
"Let's shower and change first."
"Where's my swimsuit, though?"
"You can look forward to it."
Nayae smirked at the question and began undressing. Seohyun averted her eyes quickly, picking a locker and folding her clothes neatly. Nayae knew she was a lesbian—had even mocked her for it. But Seohyun figured it was on Yuchan's orders, so no real resentment. Still, living together, she'd been careful: always grabbing clothes before showering out, averting her gaze when Nayae was naked or in underwear.
"I'll shower first, then. Take your time."
Seohyun fled to the showers. Empty there too. About fifty showerheads in a row, semi-transparent partitions separating them. She picked one in the corner, adjusting the temperature. Close to the pool, it smelled of chlorine. Warm water soon flowed, gliding smoothly over her bare skin. So much had happened, and more lay ahead, but this quiet was soothing. Her restless heart settled deep, without a ripple. Eyes closed, enveloped in the cozy warmth, Seohyun felt arms gently wrap around her from behind.
It was Nayae, sneaking up soundlessly. Naked, just like her. Most people showered in suits at pools, but Nayae found Seohyun's clueless solo shower adorable and followed suit—bare.
She rubbed her breasts against Seohyun's warmed back, arms circling her waist.
"N-Nayae...?"
Before flustered Seohyun could turn, Nayae rested her head on her back. Ragged breaths tickled her skin. Then came the whisper.
"I've been way too harsh with you till now, haven't I?"
"Ah...!"
It was too intimate, too sticky for mere friendliness. One hand traced down her sensitive waist and pubic bone; the other cupped the underside of her breast softly. Seohyun froze like a mouse before a snake, panting softly. This stimulation was utterly unlike Yuchan's brutal force. Nayae's lips kissed down her nape, tracing her spine—petal-soft touches blooming with faint smacks that made Seohyun tremble involuntarily.
"You said you liked me."
"Y-Yeah..."
"I've never seen women that way. But I know unrequited love hurts..."
Her voice dipped sadly, drawing from her own experience to empathize. Seohyun was grateful for the effort.
"I can't force myself to like you right now, but I've wronged you. This is my apology."
"Nayae, you don't have to..."
"So tonight, let me make you feel good."
Nayae's sudden gentleness—usually sharp as frost—left Seohyun unable to refuse. Inexperienced in love, she didn't notice how Nayae's demeanor twisted beyond mere kindness, how her emotions lacked logic. The sensations were too intense.
"S-Someone might come... haa!"
Nayae's tongue slithered down her back like a serpent, past the cleft, straight to her rear entrance. Grabbing Seohyun's hips and crouching, she rimmed without hesitation. Seohyun had endured all sorts of anal play—beads, bizarre vibrators, fingers, cocks—but never such tender caresses. Her trained hole tingled deep inside as the soft tongue grazed it. She kept it clean for Yuchan's demands, but her delicate heart couldn't help the thrill of taboo—her friend kissing her filthy hole.
After thoroughly teasing with her tongue, Nayae pulled back. Seohyun, lost in pleasure and holding her breath, gulped air.
"Feels good?"
"It does, but... we're outside here... someone might come..."
"So you hate it?"
"...No, that's not it..."
Feeling good was separate. Seohyun didn't hate this at all.
"No one's here now. We'd hear if anyone came."
Seohyun fell silent again at Nayae's measured words. The old Seohyun would've refused, even from Nayae. Not a bed, not even indoors—a public outdoor space ripe for exposure. But Yuchan's endless outdoor training had shattered her inhibitions. Compared to frolicking naked where anyone could appear, this—forewarned by sound—felt tame. Ironically, the chance of a stranger arriving fueled her excitement. Yuchan's exposure conditioning shone through.
"Then I'll keep going... slurp..."
Gauging Seohyun's flush with a meaningful look, Nayae resumed her maid-like service.