Chapter 193
It's not some girl fetish or anything, but the sound of the pen gliding over the tablet is seriously satisfying. It feels just like listening to ASMR. And it's not just my ears—my eyes are feasting too, so time flies by.
Lee Seo-yeon and Yuna unnie, who were excitedly teasing us earlier, have gone completely quiet watching Yoo Seol-ah's illustration progress. In fact, only Yoo Seol-ah speaks up now and then, asking questions here and there.
"Unnie, wasn't there some kind of pattern on the arm? Or was it the shoulder?"
"Seol-ah, your memory is insane... It's the regular army officers' emblem. You remember? Want me to draw it for you?"
"Yeah, thanks. I remember it's a star, but..."
Yoo Seol-ah boasts a ghostly talent for visual recall. Hearing that jogs my memory too—the patterns I'd glimpsed near the front lines during occasional returns. Something about magic engravings.
"I'll draw it right now."
With confident flair, Yuna unnie shares her screen, fires up Paint, and gets to work. It's not too intricate, so the result comes quick.
"...I think this is it?"
"...Thanks, unnie."
"Seol-ah, just curse me out instead... Drawing with a mouse ain't easy, you know."
"No, really, it helped me nail it perfectly."
Yoo Seol-ah offers belated thanks, but the slight delay has Yuna unnie on the verge of tears.
...Even with a mouse, it shows she's not much of an artist. But Yoo Seol-ah gets it spot-on and immediately adds the engraving to the shoulder area.
It's basically a red pentagram, broader than her usual sharp stars. The protruding parts shimmer with red light. Seeing it brings it all back for me too.
"...So that's what unnie drew?"
"Seo-yeon, where do you live?"
Lee Seo-yeon blurts out her inner thoughts, then cracks up at Yuna unnie's gritted-teeth tone.
She keeps laughing, so Yuna unnie escalates.
"Ah, right, Fine Life Apartments."
"Kyaaah!"
Yuna unnie sounds ready to storm over, and soon we hear Lee Seo-yeon frantically waving her hands off through the headset. Good thing you need a keycard to even enter—Lee Seo-yeon sure knows how to play along.
"No, seriously, sorry unnie. I suck at drawing too. Blame Seol-ah."
"...Why me all of a sudden?"
Lee Seo-yeon tries redirecting the target. Yoo Seol-ah looks rightfully indignant, but surprisingly, Yuna unnie buys it.
"But Seol-ah draws so damn well, it makes mine look worse. How'd you catch it right away when it's such a mess?"
Yuna unnie can't hold back her laughter either once they compare side-by-side. It's pretty wild seeing kindergarten doodles evolve into a polished emblem.
"Unnie, don't you ever have to go to work?"
"I do sometimes, but the staff handles tarot readings fine without me. I just fill in when needed, or for owner duties."
Yuna unnie only steps in for staff shortages or big days. Gotta be a reason she's the boss.
Lee Seo-yeon chimes in excitedly.
"Wanna come hang at my place then, unnie? If you're free."
"For real? Can I?"
"Yeah. Weekends have been boring anyway. Even the cats only show up when they're bored..."
"Cats too? I'm coming right now."
The deal's sealed in under 30 seconds. Yoo Seol-ah, who hadn't paused her pen once since starting, finally sets it down.
"I'll come too."
"Whoa, I kept begging you weekly and you ghosted. I've been lonely."
"That was... a bit ago since the last time at Lee Seo-yeon's."
As Yoo Seol-ah hesitates, Lee Seo-yeon smirks and answers for her.
"Newlyweds gotta have their alone time, right?"
"......"
No denial means she hit the mark.
"Club sleepover then?"
"Yeah. Last time was pure fun, but we've got stuff to do this round."
With a solid excuse locked in, Yoo Seol-ah mashes save and closes the program. Her eyes sparkle with anticipation—sleepover has real pull.
"I'll bring my tablet."
"Cool. Want me to move your PC?"
"Nah, got my pad for that."
She vanishes briefly and returns dragging a midsize travel suitcase.
"Can we head out now?"
"Sure, anytime. Just having you around means the most. Things feel cold without that human touch..."
As an ex-solo liver, I get the loneliness of empty spaces—especially huge ones. Having been there, I know her place outclasses most resorts or hotels. Expectations rising.
"Doyun coming too?"
"...Gotta ask."
Lee Seo-yeon, suddenly less bold, dips out. Yoo Seol-ah's eyes gleam like she scored a point.
"Admit it, he's the real VIP, right?"
"Nooo!"
Not many chances to casually invite folks over... ding—Lee Seo-yeon bails the call entirely.
We're not just extras, but yeah, snagging Doyun hyung was probably part of the plan.
"You'll love it, unnie. It's amazing."
"Yeah. Packing quick."
Call ends, and Yoo Seol-ah grabs a carrier and heads to the dressing room.
"...We can pack together here, right?"
"Sure."
Last time at Lee Seo-yeon's, we weren't even living together. Sharing a suitcase now feels all domestic—like family.
"Sleepover means PJs too."
She flings open drawers, picking clothes, then slams one shut in a panic.
"Didn't see."
"Then don't say anything!"
I preempted the question, but yeah, that was off. We see undies daily and share baths often, but airing the drawer feels intimate. Her flushed huffing is kinda cute, so I can't resist.
"When'd you get the strappy ones..."
"Waaah!"
...Ouch, took a hit.
Never caught her in straps yet, but she has 'em. Her cat panties are cute over sexy, though.
Ears red, Yoo Seol-ah goes silent. Suddenly airborne, I land bewildered on the bed. She shuts the dressing room door and starts packing.
"...Fine. Your stuff on the other side."
One-nighter means quick picks. Most toiletries are already at Lee Seo-yeon's anyway.
"Seo-yeon unnie went to pick someone up."
"Taxi then?"
"Yeah, with luggage."
Public transit sucks with suitcases. Yoo Seol-ah scans the place, then fetches a lidded carrier box.
"Shabu's coming too."
"Playdate with friends after ages."
Shabu's eyes sparkle inside—bet Yoo Seol-ah asked him direct. Cat telepathy perks.
All checked: we're good. Her original owner's pad means short cab ride.
Yuna unnie and Lee Seo-yeon greet us warmly on arrival.
"...You pay rent?"
Her go-to question. Knowing the place value, it's fair curiosity.
"Over two mil, but just one night—80k from you, unnie!"
Lee Seo-yeon's cheeky grin freezes Yuna unnie. Wild seeing someone match Yoo Seol-ah's reactions.
"...Kidding. I invited you—should be treating."
"I'd pay to crash here once."
"Come anytime. I'll cook."
I can homemake decently, but Lee Seo-yeon levels up past that. She denies it, but her tastes differ.
"Oppa around lunch. Let's head in."
Through the still-grand halls with Lee Seo-yeon, into the place. Yuna unnie's wowing nonstop; Yoo Seol-ah, round two, claims the living room table pronto.
"One-illust-a-day goal, so parking here. View's killer—inspo central."
"Cool. Guiding unnie quick."
I stick for more art-watching, sofa-bound. Location swap? No diff—once she starts, her focus is unreal. Yoo Seol-ah doesn't utter a word till Yuna unnie returns, then snaps her head up.
"Unnie, super important favor."
"Huh? W-what?"
Her earnest vibe startles Yuna unnie. Yoo Seol-ah grabs both hands, pleading.
"Can I draw your hair secret two-tone? It'll be canon forever."
"...Sure?"
...That's your big ask?
Rest of us are stunned. Saintess-quick, Lee Seo-yeon recovers first.
"...The inner color diff?"
"Yeah. IRL tough, but it'd suit you perfectly."
"...You got a hair fetish or what?"
"Not a fetish!"
Ignoring doubting Lee Seo-yeon, Yoo Seol-ah restarts hair shading from scratch. No hesitation despite hating revisions.
Her hands blur godlike. Eyes reddening—pulling mana? Artists hit unstoppable zones sometimes. I get it.
"...Heh heh."
How much time passes? Midway, Lee Seo-yeon mirrors her pad to the TV—we're on big screen now.
Yoo Seol-ah drops the pen with a creepy giggle; we're speechless.
Always knew it, but Yoo Seol-ah's nuts. Captures Yuna unnie's vibe perfectly, yet screams her style. Quality defies the short time. Tweak and it's upload-ready for her account.
"...Man, wanna draw the swimsuit ver."
"...S-Seol-ah?"
The subject panics at her desire-drenched tone; Yoo Seol-ah snaps back.
"Ah."
Red glow fades from her eyes. Not hair fetish—just bishoujo otaku mode? Her ideal girl vision unleashed skills and thirst.
"...J-Joking."
"......"
Total lie. Drop that on a mystery new account as #AstrologerRuwen #Swimsuit fanart? No one'd bat an eye.