She Was a Double-Edged Sword
My girlfriend has a girlfriend. The churning in my stomach with the messy sentences added makes me feel an unbearable nausea.
Phone.
The object that lingers hazily in my foggy memories from the hazy recollections. Isn't it the most essential item that modern people can't live without?
My head, which had been staring at the table, slowly begins to turn towards Heejin. Holding back the churning, I barely open my mouth.
“... Give it to me.”
“W-what? I'm not that kind of person! Why would I believe that woman in the first place? I don't trust her?”
Heejin looks surprised at my words, and that expression is enough to ignite the fire of my suspicion. The churning in my stomach from moments ago now feels like my whole body is burning. My insides are hot. If I swallow fire, is this what it feels like? The inner voice screaming not to suspect her keeps ringing in my head, but that was already in the background.
“No, unnie. In the first place, the woman we met at the beginning...”
I couldn't bear to watch her falter in panic any longer. It felt like my rationality was about to snap. Before rationality breaks, I shout at Heejin, half-beside myself with rage.
“Give me the phone! I asked for it! Why aren't you giving it! If you're so confident, give me the phone!!!!!!”
My loud voice reaches the eardrums and I scream until my ears ring with tinnitus. The noisy surroundings start to quiet down, swallowed by my enraged voice. The surrounding gazes turn towards us.
But I feel nothing. In my vision, red with rage, one woman was enough to fill it, and even if the surroundings were noisy, I wouldn't have heard it in my current state.
When rationality is lost, the vision naturally narrows and surroundings become inaudible.
“... Haa...”
A beautiful girl with a flushed face shouting at the woman she thinks is her lover to give her the phone. No matter how stubborn she is, she probably had no choice in this situation, and she pulls the phone from her back pocket.
“Here. Here. Go ahead and check. But if nothing comes up, then when that happens, unnie, you'll be the one checking it with your own hands.”
She also seems angry, and her hand throwing the phone at me is sharp. Of course, this isn't important in this situation.
I awkwardly tap the phone she threw and turn it on. Her phone has no lock screen. As if there's nothing to hide. For a moment, her blackmail flashes through my mind.
... I hesitated a little at her blackmail, but the thought that checking it would make my heart feel at ease pushes my gesture forward without hesitation.
When I open the phone screen, the contact in the bottom right catches my eye.
To calm my tense heart, I press the contact, but unlike my expectation, her contacts are completely empty, making my heart ache.
1. Kim Manager
2. Double
I don't know what expression I'm making, but it's clear my eyes are trembling uncontrollably. Because her phone starts leaving afterimages and appears as 2~3.
... Well, I couldn't change the contact name without being suspected.
I call the person named Kim Manager. The fact that this is quite rude is a word I don't need right now.
Turu turu, turu turu.
The signal doesn't ring more than three times. From beyond the phone, a male voice comes out without doubt.
“Yes! Boss! Oh my, what's this~ Calling me first~”
A pathetic voice that would look servile without seeing the face. I don't answer and immediately hang up.
Next is the woman with "Double" written. Before pressing, my face is reflected on the phone screen beyond the screen. It's a precarious look as if pushed to the brink. Before I knew it, I even thought it would be better if this woman was Heejin's girlfriend.
Whether to press or not. If I stop here and ask Heejin for forgiveness, she won't punish me, right? She loves me. Anyway, there was a female number in the contacts. She has her fault too.
As I'm making strange self-justifications while rambling, Heejin approaches me.
She must be forgiving me after all. I look at her intently, expecting it. She reaches her hand towards the phone.
“Uh, y-yes! T-take it! Take it, Heejin.”
At this moment, I thought it was now or never, and I politely offer the phone with both hands, but she doesn't take it. She raises her fingertip and presses the number saved as 'Double'.
Turu turu... turu turu... turu turu... turu turu...
The other side doesn't answer. The signal keeps coming, but the other side doesn't answer.
“Heh heh. Ah, it's really funny.”
Yes. Because 'Double' was the woman in front of me. The signal rings from her back pocket. The woman who, knowing this, unnecessarily pulls out the phone and places it on the table. The phone saved as 'Bully' comes into view.
'Double' answers the call.
Actually, liar~ How much ass-kissing my little brother did for you, and you're doubting this?
Why do I know why her contact is saved as 'Double'. My mind wanders far away, and my mind becomes hazy. I can't even sit straight, my body leans forward and I slam my face on the table.
“Uh... ah...”
I want to curse a bucketful, but the shock is so huge that words don't come out. It feels like I have a clog in my throat. I can't lift my face from the table because I have no face to look at Heejin.
“Ah, it was fun. I'll go now~ If there's a chance, see you later~”
Is this the end of the business? The Double shakes her butt and stands up. How can she leave so easily? She ruins my life, this good atmosphere?
The woman's footsteps as light as feathers give me a huge sense of deprivation on top of the mental shock I already received.
“...... Food is ready...”
Whether the timing is good or bad, food starts coming out at this moment. Whether the staff knows the current situation or reads some strange atmosphere, the employee quickly sets up the food and flees from the seat.
“..............”
“..............”
I feel like sitting on a cushion of thorns. Rather than eating curses or getting slapped on the cheek, she just spreads the meat of the steamed chicken that came out as a side dish.
“Here, unnie. Open your mouth.”
“Th... sorry...”
“Let's talk about that later and first, open your mouth. Are you not going to eat?”
“Uh, y-yes.... I, I'll eat...”
I wanted to finish my fault a little by getting scolded first, but she seems to have nothing to say. The gaze she looks at me with disappointment is so painful it's horrific.
The silent atmosphere where it's hard to even breathe. In between, she puts the meat she spreads into my mouth without care.
“Here, eat some too...”
“It's fine. My appetite is gone because of who.”
My appetite being gone is the same for me, but I can't tell her the truth. Even if I try to call her with a word full of aegyo, the only response is her frowning her eyebrows.
I don't know if the meat goes into my mouth or nose. I just hope this uncomfortable meal ends quickly.
While feeling the frustrated feeling of the eaten food piling in my stomach, after pushing the last piece of meat she spread into my stomach, she stands up from the seat as if there's no more business here and extends her hand to me. I quickly grab the hand she extended.
Because I had thought up to that point that she would leave me alone here and go up alone, the hand she extended is like a lifeline falling from the sky.
She sits in my arms to embrace me, and I lift her hips to make it easier for her to lift my body, providing my hips. Because she kept feeding me meat, it seems like I ate three times more than usual, but wouldn't she think I'm heavy... Negative thoughts don't leave my mind.
... This is all because of that Double.
I cautiously roll my eyes around, but there's no sign she's burdened by me, which is fortunate in misfortune.
“.... Hey, look over there, are you a chaebol person...?”
“... Even chaebol people probably don't walk like that...?”
If I have to pick the hot topic person in this restaurant right now, it's me. I've caused a ruckus. My appearance being carried by a peer woman again focuses people's attention on me, but I no longer feel ashamed or shameful feelings.
I am grateful to her. I didn't know that being able to hold her would be so precious. Now that I know, is it fortunate?