The Two Women's Worst First Impressions
"You're here? ...Huh?"
"What's up?"
It was Yun Seolah standing outside the door, not Bae Na-eun. Kinda threw me off.
She's not the type to come looking for me unless I call her first. What the hell?
"You got someone coming over?"
"Uh? Yeah, yeah. A friend was gonna drop by."
"Even a loser like you has friends, huh. You didn't blackmail this one into hanging out, did you?"
Why the hell come to my place just to talk shit?
I was used to it by now, so it didn't faze me much.
"What brings you here? Yena's... oh, right, kindergarten."
"...Here."
She handed me the plastic bag she was holding.
I peeked inside. A few containers of side dishes.
"What's this? For me to eat?"
"Made a few side dishes. Guys like you just order takeout or slap something together 'cause you're too lazy, right?"
"Yeah, pretty much, but why...?"
"Eating nothing but junk will make you sick later. You're about to be a dad—shouldn't you start taking care of yourself now? Can't go burdening your kid with hospital visits."
Didn't expect her to think that far ahead.
I knew it already, but damn, she's dead serious about this.
What'll she do when she finds out there's no pregnancy? Throw a fit about wasting side dishes on a beast like me? Can't wait.
"Tell me when you finish it. I'll make more."
"Thanks, I'll dig in. How's your body holding up, by the way?"
"Fine. Early stage, so no issues."
Of course not—there's nothing in there.
"...Never thought you'd ask about that. Worried as the kid's mom, huh?"
Huh? Just made small talk.
"Uh... y-yeah, sure."
"They say guys change when they become dads. You're gonna have to keep seeing me anyway 'cause of the baby, so it'd be nice if you fixed that pervert side of yours."
She's got her own twisted logic going, but hey, it probably helps her navigate this harsh world.
"I'll head out. Still not great if people see us together."
She left without waiting for my reply.
Was she being nice or cold? Starting to get confusing.
Whatever. Free side dishes are like an oasis in the desert for a guy living alone.
I mentally shouted jackpot at the unexpected haul and headed back to the living room.
"Hmhmhm~ ♬"
On the way to Im Jinhyuk's place.
Bae Na-eun was already buzzing with excitement at the thought of messing with him, humming a little tune.
Her hands were loaded with snacks from the convenience store.
And she was decked out in an outfit guaranteed to snag his eyes.
'Gonna troll him hard today! Oh man, already cracking up.'
"...Huh?"
Giggling as she entered the apartment complex, Bae Na-eun's gaze shifted to someone.
A beauty that'd make any girl jealous.
It was Yun Seolah, stepping out of Im Jinhyuk's place after finishing her business.
'What the? Why's she that pretty? Some celeb?'
Even Bae Na-eun, who knew most idols inside out, was racking her brain—had she missed a new face? The visuals were unreal.
But it wasn't just the face grabbing attention.
'Body's insane. How do her tits get that big?'
She was confident in her own waist and hips—thanks to steady workouts and effort.
But massive breasts? That was a genetic gift, reserved for the blessed few. No gym could touch it.
Sure, she had blessed volume herself, just a smidge less than Yun Seolah's. Still, seeing that unattainable level right there sparked pointless jealousy.
'Look at that outfit—just a tee and jeans. Bet she's that confident in her curves. And that haughty expression? No idea her personality, but vibe-wise, we wouldn't click.'
Muttering to herself inwardly, she kept walking.
As the other woman got closer, she hastily looked away.
'Almost made eye contact! Hurry to Lim Jjin-hyuk's.'
That's what Bae Na-eun thought as she passed by, but truth was, Yun Seolah had sneakily eyed her coming from the opposite direction too.
'That girl who just passed—college student? Super pretty... Dresses so well too.'
Clueless about makeup or looks maintenance herself, Yun Seolah felt oddly intimidated after just a glance.
Lucky her habit of frowning when alone kept it from showing.
'But isn't that outfit a bit too slutty for outside? I stick to plain stuff like this to avoid attention.'
Her self-proclaimed "plain" look had properly triggered the other girl, but Yun Seolah had no way of knowing.
'Exposing on purpose to soak up stares? Gotta make sure Yena doesn't grow up like that.'
The two women crossed paths, each leaving a sour first impression.
But Na-eun soon forgot all about it, reached her destination, and hit the doorbell.
"Hooah! Finally back!"
Bae Na-eun burst into the living room like it was her own house.
Ignoring my dumbfounded look, she beelined for the fridge.
"Whoa, what! So much food! Then why'd you tell me to buy snacks?"
"'Cause you scarf everything down, and it wasn't enough."
"Your attitude's so annoying. Fine, I'll eat it all? ...Huh? New side dish containers? Some auntie drop by?"
"No thought it might be from a girlfriend?"
"As if a loser like you has one. I'd buy it if you blackmailed a girl for it."
I flinched at "blackmail" but played it cool.
"Mom made 'em. Why're you here today anyway? More rolling around?"
"Duh. What else would bring me here?"
She stuffed her snacks into the fridge and shelves, then spun around with that answer.
The momentum made her tits bounce like water balloons...
"Hey. You just checked out my tits again, didn't you?"
Damn. Swore I wouldn't this time, but slipped up.
"Nah? Didn't look."
"Liar. You totally did."
"I-I saw your clothes, not tits. Aren't you embarrassed dressing like that?"
Lame excuse, but not total bullshit.
That getup clashed hard with Confucian values.
Crop top, right? Straps so thin they blended with her bra, deep neckline flashing cleavage.
Looking down from above, you might see nipple—had to worry.
"What? Not sexy?"
Bae Na-eun grinned mischievously and thrust her chest out proudly.
Those pale, mostly exposed mounds stole my gaze again before I knew it.
"..."
"Hah! Caught you looking again?! Can't hold back even after getting busted? God, you're such a perv, lmao!"
"Shut it."
"Hey, you should be grateful. Who else shows this to you? Heh, hahaha!"
She's loving this.
Had my suspicions, but now confirmed.
She's flashing on purpose, getting off on my reactions?
Let's see her laugh tonight.
"Anyway, I texted properly before coming today. You haven't changed the door code yet, right?"
"Nah, already did."
"You what?! Ugh, why! I was gonna scare you while you slept again!"
"You said you'd change it if I found Nutube."
"Huh? You did?"
Before answering, I pulled up the Nutube channel on my phone and showed her.
"This it?"
"Whoa, what? You actually found it? Thought it was impossible. Epic!"
Weird.
Expected her to freak out, but nope.
"Views are nuts, right? Told ya it's popping off."
"Yeah, but the content's kinda... off, no?"
"Huh? What?"
"It's all bashing guys."
"That's what gets the views and comments."
Figured as much. Zero guilt over the videos.
"Comments are just fights though?"
"So what. They fight there, forget outside."
Clueless as ever.
No idea how her vids poison views on men.
Or fuel the country's insane censorship.
"So that's why you changed the code?"
"Yeah. Text ahead if you're coming."
"Tch. Fine."
And so, I ended up watching movies and dramas I never cared about with this shameless girl.
Biding my time, when the plot dragged, I turned to her munching snacks.
"Hey. You believe in ghosts?"
"Huh? Random. No scary stories—kills the vibe."
"Do ya or not."
"I-I guess? Too many unexplainable things otherwise...?"
Voice shrinking over nothing.
She flipped out during that last movie too. Really scared of ghosts.
"Then watch out."
"Whaaat? Why! What's that supposed to mean?!"
She yelped, spooked, voice pitching up.
I dropped mine low on purpose.
"Heard from a friend—ghosts evolved. Show up different now."
"H-how?"
"Possess stuff we're used to."
"U-used to? Gulp! Like what...?"
"Phones, computers—electronics we use daily."
"Phones?!"
Her eyes went full moon, staring at her phone nearby.
Great reactions.
"You know ghosts target the weak-willed or believers more. That's why I'm warning ya."
"Is that r-real? You made it up! Say you did—now!"
"Heard it from a friend. Real or fake? Dunno."
"Shit... what now! You creeped me out!"
"Such a scaredy-cat. Used to have that belly fat too."
"What?!"
"Scared it'll show? Stop believing then."
"Ugh, now it's bugging me. What do? So annoying. Why say that crap?!"
Her freaking out felt like payback for earlier. Satisfying.
After, she kept asking if it was real, googling—zero focus on the movie, just anxious.
Time eased it though. By leaving time, her face was lighter.
"Stretch! Ngh... Ah! Whew. Gotta go! Couldn't focus 'cause some perv kept peeking."
Blame me when it's the ghost talk?
"Coming tomorrow! I'll text ahead—AC on like today. Got it?"
"Yeah. Later."
"Huh? Tomorrow, not later. Anyway, bye!"
Sigh. Alone at last.
House this quiet? So peaceful.
Normally I'd want it forever, but not tonight.
Wished for deep night, this quiet shattered again.
"Sora."
Yes, Master.
"Bae Na-eun heading home?"
Yes. Waiting at the bus stop.
"Good. Get ready. Start around 11."
Click. ...Click, click.
'Perfect. Next video on this article.'
Bookmarked the internet article link and shut down the computer.
Back from Im Jinhyuk's around dinner, sourced video material, then post-late dinner more sourcing—suddenly 11 PM.
Daily routine done, Bae Na-eun stretched in front of the powered-off PC, feeling refreshed.
"Nghhh... Haa!"
'Teasing Lim Jjin-hyuk was fun today. His dumb face—why so hilarious?'
Anyone'd call her silly, but she kept giggling solo.
But her smile soured to annoyance quick.
'Ugh, there it is again. Why'd he bring up ghosts?'
"...... Hm. All good."
Nerves tingling, she stared at the monitor forever, then nodded.
Believed in ghosts, but possession in electronics? Ridiculous.
With that, she stood from the chair and turned away.
'...What? Wasn't the monitor on just now?'
Weird vibe hit. Bae Na-eun whipped back.
'Off proper. Duh, PC's shut down—monitor can't light up. Musta misseen.'
But as she turned to go...
'...... Again!'
Chill up her spine.
Double same illusion in seconds? Possible?
Grip.
Fists clenched against unknown unease.
But not enough to stop the shakes.
'What the hell! My imagination? Or is the monitor turning on/off by itself?!'
The more she pondered, dread swelled.
Only fix: check the source.
Mustered courage, faced the monitor again.
'...... Off. Totally seeing things?'
Black screen confirmed with both eyes, but anxiety lingered.
Felt like that icky vibe would return if she looked away.
Stuck frozen in place.