Schedules Galore (5)
“No way!!”
I shot her down flat, like there was zero chance of it happening. No matter how much she cried, I couldn't let this slide. Asking me to ship her my semen? That wasn't something anyone in their right mind would even think of.
If I leave her like this, she's bound to cause trouble. Can't have that. Coaxing and sweet-talking didn't work, so time for a different approach.
When the carrot fails, you gotta swing the stick. I steeled myself and sharpened my tone.
“Noona, why do you even wanna date me?”
She flinched hard. Han Minyeong noona's eyes went wide at the edge in my voice—though her puffy eyes didn't exactly make her look bigger.
Damn, she's still pretty. I made her that way myself, and damn if I didn't do a good job.
“W-what kinda weird question is that? Obviously 'cause I love you.”
“Doesn't feel like it.”
“Huh?!”
“I could've sworn I told you last time, and here we are again? Once is a mistake, twice is on purpose, right?”
“W-what did I do?!”
“You don't even know what you did wrong? All you do is cry!!”
Jin Haesol activated Gabulgi (S)!
“Huh? Why're you suddenly like this...”
“Why? You really have no idea?”
Noona's eyes darted around wildly. She had zero clue why I was mad. Truth was, I wasn't—but there's that saying: strike first, win.
“I was just bummed 'cause you up and left for overseas so suddenly, that's why I cried. You're mad over your noona getting a little drunk and whiny?”
“I said I wasn't mad about that! You think I'm that petty? Do you seriously not get why I'm pissed?!”
“...Uh. Sorry. My bad, all my fault.”
Stepped right on it! She hit the landmine I planted perfectly, so I flashed a triumphant grin and unleashed a torrent of nagging.
Honestly, I've always wanted to try this myself.
All those days when a perfectly fine chat would turn sour out of nowhere, and I'd hear, “You really don't know what you did wrong, oppa?” Why was I always the one taking the heat? I'd felt so wronged back then, and now I was finally getting payback. At least unlike my exes—who never explained jack—I laid out the reason crystal clear.
“You think I like heading overseas and not seeing you for ages? I'm barely holding it together, and what do you do? Throw a tantrum and cry! And on top of that, asking me to courier you semen? You think I'm going overseas to mess around? It's work!”
“S-sorry!”
Minyeong noona dropped to her knees in apology pose lightning-fast.
Oh, crap! PTSD kicking in.
I gritted my teeth, held firm, and kept up the angry act.
“And you're not telling me not to go 'cause you like me—it's 'cause you need my semen and can't have it, so you're pitching a fit. You think I don't know?”
“No!! It's not like that at all! You're misunderstanding.”
“Then why ask for a semen delivery? You were just crying about how you might never get it again. You're scared of what happens without it, so you're clinging to me! If you weren't like this, would you even be dating me?”
Of course she would. No one's dumped me since I got this face.
“Hey!! How much I love you, and you keep saying crap like that!! Cut it out. I said I was wrong.”
She was still feisty, trying for a comeback. I crossed my arms and shot her a cold glare.
“Whatever. I'm seriously gonna date kids from now on. Kids! Who in the world cries over not getting sex or semen? It's so embarrassing I can't even tell my friends or get advice!! You know that, right!?”
“Haa~”
“Did you just sigh? The one who should be sighing is me, not you!”
“Sorry. Really sorry. I've been so immature. I'll snap out of it. I really messed up.”
“You did it twice. Why should I believe you again?”
“Believe me. I won't do it anymore. Promise. I'm seriously reflecting!”
Even as she said it, I wasn't hoping my junkie noona would actually kick the addiction. If I wanted her normal, I wouldn't have given her addictive semen in the first place. Too many risks to let her go on blind faith just yet.
I made her too pretty.
Leave a knockout like that in an industry crawling with men while I'm overseas? She'd get snatched up, and I'd have no one to blame but myself.
“Fine, one more chance.”
“Gasp! Really? Thanks, Haesol! Noona'll do better from now on!”
“I'll even ship you semen. Courier.”
“I love you!!!”
She lit up at the forgiveness, then crushed me in a hug at the semen promise.
Damn, is she dating me just for the cum? Made me wanna get jealous of my own jizz.
“Ahem. But noona, while I'm gone, no messing around with other guys. Got it?”
“Duh!! You don't trust noona?”
“Nope.”
“H-Haesol?”
“Last chance. You're a bad noona obsessed with my semen, but since it's mine, we'll call it love or whatever.”
“It's really not...”
Not my ass. One mention of cum delivery and she's all “I love you.”
“No more excuses. I'm hard now, so make it up to me. Fix today's sulk too.”
The second she hugged me yelling love, I got horny as hell. Vowing to dump all my pent-up lust on her before leaving, I stripped off her top.
The night before vacation started, I spent it with Minyeong noona. First day of break, I headed to Jua noona's to help move. Jeonghwa-ssi and Jua noona insisted so hard I just held Taeyang, while they and the movers handled everything—so I wasn't beat.
Moving ate the whole day. Next, played with Taeyang till late, then finally banged Jua noona. When she crashed at dawn, Jeonghwa-ssi snuck into bed and we went at it till sunrise.
Last day, hit the beach day-trip with Ahyun and Boksun noona. Wrapping my 3-day “vacation” with a 3P, I rolled into the dorm at 3 PM next day.
It wasn't a vacation at all, so I face-planted on bed. Members looked rested—fatter, even—and were packing busily.
“Packing? Do mine too.”
“Nope.”
“Maknae~ Hyung's so tired~”
“Nope! What'd you do on break to be half-dead? Tsk tsk! Flight's at 8 PM, pack now. Don't rush last-minute and forget stuff. And don't think of making me fetch food! Mine's done, I'm eating.”
“Harsh kid! Waaah. Hyung didn't raise you like this~!!!”
“Ebeb~”
Watching Uyeon pack furiously made me antsy too, so I dragged myself up and started. Honestly, not much to pack. I crash at the girls' places every off-day, so most my stuff's there, not dorm. Clothes, maybe?
“Hyung, earthworm?”
“Wanna be.”
Three brutal days left me dead. Classic “lying here doing nothing but wanting to do even less.” I stretched, scooped floor clothes with toes, and shoved 'em in my bag.
Uyeon shook his head at me.
“Hyung, wanna swap faces? If I had yours, I'd be super diligent.”
You are diligent, dude. Just all on girls.
“Looks lazy 'cause it's not yours. Try it yourself, no biggie.”
Humans adapt. Hot face stunned at first; now? Meh.
Uyeon straight-up envied me.
“You suck at fashion. But people think you're dressed to kill. So you don't care about clothes, just crumple 'em.”
His pitiful look pissed me off, so I toed his side hard.
“Ow!”
“That's face-warp, kid. Don't envy. Envy loses.”
“Owowow! Tickles! Hyung! Mercy! Ow!”
“Looks like vacation made you forget respect for hyung. Time to remind you.”
Breathing's a chore, but fixing dongsaeng mentality? Can't resist. Tormented his side red, packed half-assed, crashed back on bed.
Ahh, yeah. Pure bliss! Lost track if I was the bed or it was me.
Weeeeeng~!!!!!!!!!
“Clear skies.”
We boarded. Overseas schedule proper starting.
“What to sing for busking?”
En route, company snuck in one more gig. Busking? Busking!—program where good singers tour home/abroad busking.
“Gotta check members, but our songs for sure.”
They picked Winpuo—our activity spot. Perfect sync.
Winpuo: Japan spot on Earth. Zao (China-like) and Winpuo: our tour spots. Unlike Earth's bad blood, here they're chill, trade heavy.
Similar history, subtle diffs.
Too busy adapting for history at first—messed up a few times. Learned basics are key. Studied hard with my killer memory; no more gaps.
Can't pull “Who's Yi Sun-sin?” disaster. Heroes here too. Ignorance = trouble.
“Hyung, what song? They'll make you sing.”
“How famous in Winpuo?”
“Pretty known, right?”
“Guess so? Memorize their hits then?”
“Ooh! Missed that! Local songs = huge cheers. Pick some!”
“Yeah?”
“Perfect, nothing else to do.”
Members dug Winpuo best-ofs. Flight boredom killer—welcome distraction.
“Know this?”
“Nah.”
“This?”
“Nope.”
“Whoa~ Real classic, bet you know!”
“...Learn today. Good track.”
“How'd this guy become singer?”
“Talent freak...”
“Agh!!!”
“That last one. Banger.”
“First time hearing it?”
“No interest in foreign songs.”
“Weird hyung. They'd think alien.”
Sadly, I am the alien.