Zero Dates (2)
I don’t believe in fate. After all, even my mom and dad, who seemed like they were made for each other, turned out not to be. So instead, I believe in chance.
“Eek…”
Being sent on an errand by that nasty landlord and running into that man from yesterday was all just chance.
“Did you come to buy coffee?”
“Eek, uh… Oppa?”
“I asked if you came to buy coffee. Here.”
“…Ah, yes. I came to buy coffee.”
“I ran out of beans.”
“Aha…”
Acting like we’d completely forgotten yesterday’s secret rendezvous, we exchanged polite greetings over the scent of coffee.
“Did the landlord send you on an errand again?”
“Ah, yes. How did you guess?”
“You ordered two cups.”
We sat in the chairs and chatted like we’d known each other for years.
“…”
Holding a coffee in one hand, I walked away with quick steps while he slowly followed behind me.
“Eek, um, Oppa…?”
We passed the entrance side by side and naturally got into the same elevator.
“What?”
“…Nothing.”
The moment we were alone, he switched to casual speech and casually wrapped an arm around my waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“…Mm. Oppa, isn’t there a CCTV here…?”
“If you hide yourself up like that, no one can identify you.”
“Wow, the way you say that makes it sound like you’ve done this before. It’s kind of scary…?”
“I used to be someone who got caught on camera too.”
“…So this angle is fine, then?”
“No, they’ll probably see.”
“…You pervert.”
His hand slowly slid down from my waist to my thigh, stroking my pale skin without permission.
“Everything else about this place is great, but the elevator takes too damn long. It’s annoying.”
“…But the night view is nice because it’s a high floor, isn’t it?”
“It’s only nice at night. During the day it’s nothing special.”
“Hmm…”
No matter how much I hid my face, my snow-white skin and hair couldn’t be concealed. Even if someone else entered, he looked like he wouldn’t let me go.
“…But after what you did to my sister yesterday, is it okay for you to do this to me?”
“What do you mean by ‘this’?”
“This. …What you’re doing right now.”
Even while knowing he wouldn’t let go, his palm that had been stroking my thigh slid up to my butt.
“…Is this the only kind of panties you have?”
“They’re really cool and comfortable… You should try wearing them too, Oppa. They’re surprisingly nice.”
“They don’t suit her.”
“Why? …Wouldn’t they suit her even better since she’s more lewd than me?”
“…Because she’s not a perverted little bitch like you. Normal ones suit her better.”
…While pouring vulgar words into my ear, he squeezed my plump butt tightly.
“…Hehe, if you grab me that hard, I might end up screaming.”
“A girl who can scream like that sure had no problem filming that video.”
“But you deleted it, Oppa.”
“If I ask you to film it again, you will, won’t you?”
“…Hmph, I don’t like your attitude… Hey, I never said you could take my panties off, you know?”
“I’m just taking back what I lent you yesterday.”
With practiced ease, he undid the thin knot, letting the flimsy panties dangle down in a place where anyone could walk in at any moment, turning me into a slut.
“Juhyuk Oppa, you’re a real perverted molester. I even gave you my panties with your cum on them as a gift yesterday, but it’s still not enough?”
“I threw them away. It’d be troublesome if she found them.”
“Wow… If you sold those to my fans, you could’ve made millions.”
“Who would buy panties with some random guy’s cum on them?”
“But someone would buy them, right…? Oppa, do you know how many Instagram followers I have?”
“What, a million?”
“Nah. It’s way more than a million. It hasn’t been up that long, but… Out of those few million, how many do you think are more depraved perverts than you?”
“Even if there are any, they’d be less perverted than you.”
“Ah, you caught me…”
Startled by that bold act, I wished his thick fingers stroking my butt would touch an even more ticklish spot.
“…But I’m busy. As much as I’d love to, I don’t have time to play with you, Oppa.”
“A busy girl going out for coffee without panties?”
“Aww, today’s my last day off~ …If my sister Haeun wasn’t home, it’d be different.”
To cover up yesterday’s thrilling sense of defeat, I kept provoking the grim-faced Oppa.
“Anyway, I’ll contact you when I have time, okay? …Don’t you want to see what an idol’s house looks like, Oppa?”
“…Well, the place right above is also an idol’s house.”
“Aww, Jia’s place is just for sleeping, it’s boring… Compared to that, our house is super fun, you know? We have stage outfits, and even sponsored items from variety shows…”
“Sounds fun.”
“The TV is huge too, so if we turn on a broadcast channel, my face might even show up. …How about it?”
“Well, when I turned on the TV earlier, your face did come on.”
“…Did you jerk off while watching?”
“You were dressed like a kid, so it wasn’t arousing.”
“Ahaha… That’s what makes it hot, you dummy.”
Completely smitten with my sister Haeun’s mature charm, I tried my best to reel in Juhyuk Oppa, who treated me like an idiot.
“Ah, we’re here. …Sorry, but could you let go? I have to deliver the coffee.”
“…”
Still pretending to be calm, but with a hint of reluctance in his eyes, we stared at each other for a long time. All of it was chance. Pure chance. Meeting such a trashy person only after crossing the ocean was proof that there was no fate between us.
“…Yeah. See you later. When I have time.”
“…Okay.”
…If there had been any fate, he wouldn’t have been sent to sit next to me in middle school. Instead of those stupid, ugly, short, bucktoothed buzz cuts, he would’ve protected me from those crazy girls. Of course…
“…Ah, I didn’t delete this…”
Just like the secret meeting we both cherished yesterday, it would’ve ended up horribly broken. Still…
“…If you’re going to send something like that again, at least don’t drop this on the floor. Seriously.”
Even that kind of youth would’ve been nice. …Even a youth where I’m left alone in a dead-end hallway, hurriedly putting my panties back on. It probably would’ve been fun. But if that had happened, I wouldn’t have become an idol… Maybe this is better? An popular idol is way more attractive than some middle or high school girl, after all. …Up until last year, I had both. Ah, what a waste. It would’ve been nice if we’d met a little earlier. Just a day later than my sister Haeun, though.
***
Dinner eaten outside after a long time. My friends chattered about how delicious it was and ate heartily, but to me it tasted like a waste of money. Plus, it was loaded with cheese and way too many carbs. Eating something like this would definitely make me gain weight. That bastard used to whisper in my ear whenever he was bored that no matter how much I exercised, I could never lose what I ate.
“…I’m home.”
I stepped into the house alone after a long time. Unlike the bright entrance where the lights turned on automatically, the hallway was pitch black. I usually walked around with the lights off anyway, but even the light leaking from the living room was nowhere to be seen.
…He said he had plans, so he must’ve really gone out.
“…”
I moved into the dark living room and flicked on the fluorescent light. The living room, which had always been fairly clean, had become pathologically spotless at some point. Seeing the remote control placed perfectly at a right angle on the table somehow put me in a bad mood.
…After doing all sorts of dirty things to me, what’s with the cleanliness obsession? He should try holding cum in his own mouth. See how fishy and disgusting it is. When he violates me with his dick, he covers my mouth until I can’t breathe… After forcing me to suck it, he never tries to kiss me. Only after rinsing and gargling does he pounce again to dirty the mouth I just cleaned. …What a piece of trash. He has no sense of limits.
“Haa…”
Even if that annoying roommate was irritating, I needed to know when he’d be back, so I let out a deep sigh and made a call. This used to be my house where I lived alone, but after almost three weeks, being alone again felt strangely unfamiliar. Or maybe it meant I’d gotten used to living with that trash.
Eating the breakfast he made, being dragged to the gym at lunch and worked to the bone, strumming the guitar in front of him in the evening… and barely surviving his persistent advances at night. A life worse than a pet that gets roughly woken up and violated when exhausted.
“…Ah, why isn’t he answering…”
I should’ve been thrilled to escape that horrible routine even for a moment, but not knowing why he’d left made me anxious to the point of madness. I knew nothing about what connections that man had. Considering his personality, which was no different from a human piece of garbage, I felt much more at ease when he was with me. At least when he was around, the worst he could do was rape me. Even if he took lewd photos of me in the process, if it was just for himself to look at, it didn’t matter anymore. …But when he was out of sight like this, I broke into a cold sweat, terrified of what he might be doing beyond my view. The memory of the day he first raped me came flooding back. The bad ending I’d dreamed of that day filled my head, and the fear from back then came rushing in again.
-Ah, hello?
“Hey, Kang Juhyuk…!”
…Right before the ringing stopped, I reflexively shouted at Kang Juhyuk when he picked up. Where the hell did you go, you bastard. You said you didn’t have plans today. Not just today—ever since you barged in here.
-Ah, my ears hurt. Why?
“Where are you? Who did you go out with?”
-A senior I know. He lives nearby and said he’d buy me dinner.
“…Really?”
-Why would I lie to you?
Right on cue, a senior I knew appeared. Right on cue, plans were made. Right on cue, noisy voices could be heard.
-Ah… Juhyuk… Oppa…
A woman’s voice mixed in. I couldn’t stand the way he shamelessly expected me to believe this.
“…When are you coming back?”
-After dinner. It’ll take a while. There’s still some alcohol left.
“…Are you nearby?”
-Uh… Well. Here… Ah. That. Uh. Yeah, nearby.
…Haa. After lusting after my body every single day, it seemed like there was no such thing as fidelity when it came to that horny cock of his. Crazy bastard. The one time he said he had plans, I even canceled my shoot. There was no way that crazy bastard would skip filming just because he saw new clothes. For the first time, he stammered in front of me, yet he remained shameless to the end. That faint, thin voice he refused to explain… I was sick of it.
“…Put her on for a second. That senior.”
-What?
“Tell her you’re introducing your girlfriend and hand her the phone. You said we should act like that outside, didn’t you?”
-…Do we really have to?
…Of course. You’re just making more victims like me, you piece of trash. One of me isn’t enough, so now you’re out looking for another sacrifice. Human garbage. Serial rapist. Even those words couldn’t properly describe him, but I didn’t know any worse expressions. Who was he targeting this time? Since he’d already raped a girl with big breasts like me, maybe a small girl this time? Or since he went after an idol sister, maybe a cheerleader? He’d probably dress her in a school uniform and fuck her too. Force her to say she’s seventeen?
“Yeah. We do.”
-Then I’ll hand her the phone, so introduce yourself clearly, okay? I told her you’re my junior.
“What…?”
…After pouring out all those disgusting emotions I couldn’t even understand myself—
-Ah, yes. Hello. I’m Juhyuk’s senior, Hwang Seonghun. Are you perhaps Juhyuk’s girlfriend…?
-Ah, Oppa! Why are you introducing yourself so stiffly to your junior’s girlfriend~
“…Yes?”
A middle-aged man’s kind voice and a slightly younger woman’s voice came through the receiver.
-…Introduce yourself. Haeun.
“Ah…”
-Hey, Haeun…?
“…Over there.”
-…How many times did I tell you he’s my senior? If he’s my senior, he’s 100% a baseball senior. A player from the team I used to work for. …My dad’s team’s player.
“No, that…”
-…Stop dragging it out. You’re the one who brought it up first.
“…Ah, um. I, I’m…”
-Stop stammering.
“…I’m Seo Haeun. Kang… I mean, Juhyuk…-ssi’s girlfriend…”
-…Is that the Seo Haeun who used to work at the club? The director’s daughter?
“……Yes.”
-Wow, this is… What the…
-Hey, Senior. Isn’t your reaction a bit much?
-Ah, sorry. I was just surprised…
-Geez. A guy almost forty getting shocked over something like this? Even someone like Oppa married me, so meeting the director’s daughter at Juhyuk’s age is… well, you know. It’s possible~
To someone I clearly remembered, I had clearly introduced myself as Kang Juhyuk’s girlfriend. …Even though he hadn’t told me to, and had even tried to stop me. With my own tongue.