Who Could Have Known It Would Match This Well?
I had only just taken that card when I was ready to buy every single thing in this store.
But the moment I started wandering around, I realized how many things didn’t suit me at all.
If something didn’t suit me, it would simply end up stuffed away in the back of my closet.
I wasn’t about to sell the lot of them as used goods, and I wasn’t crazy about money anyway.
So in the end, I only bought two sets of coordinated outfits—the watch that actually fit me and the two ensembles Hajin Eonni helped me pick out.
“Does that really cover everything?”
“Yes, this is more than enough.”
“I could buy more.”
“Nothing else looked good on me, so my eyes just slid right past them.”
After shopping with Eonni’s card for a while, I found myself wondering how someone had managed to accumulate that much money.
If Hajin Eonni had saved up a fortune during the time I’d been on hiatus, that meant she’d done it in just two years.
Could a college student really gather fifty billion won in two years?
“Eonni, how did you end up with so much money?”
“I just started doing some stock trading.”
“Fifty billion won from stocks?”
“Yeah, of course I had some capital to start. It wasn’t like I climbed out of nothing.”
“I see.”
That meant Hajin Eonni came from a silver-spoon family.
“You’re a silver-spoon Eonni after all.”
“I’m not a silver-spoon. Just a family that’s doing pretty well.”
“That’s what silver-spoon means, Eonni.”
“I’ve never once thought of myself as a silver-spoon.”
If there was no self-awareness, then her family had to be even wealthier than I’d guessed.
“Eonni, how much pocket money did your parents give you that you could spend it like this?”
“I didn’t use the pocket money to buy stocks.”
“Really?”
“That part’s a secret. Once you’re closer to me, I’ll tell you.”
Eonni gently stroked my hair and stopped talking about it.
It was clear she hadn’t made the money through anything illegal, so there was no reason for me to keep digging.
“Jaehee, let’s go check out the underwear section.”
“Okay, sure.”
I followed Eonni into the underwear store, and we both toured the racks while she watched from behind with a smile.
“Um, what’s your taste like, Jjaehee?”
“My taste?”
I picked out a set of plain white underwear with simple designs.
“This one.”
“I see you like it. Next time you should wear this with a skirt.”
“Eonni, clothes are supposed to cover up underwear, not show them off.”
“You’ve adapted really fast to me, Jaehee.”
“I’d rather not, but I already learned my lesson.”
Eonni skipped the bra from the set I’d chosen and just tossed the panties into the basket. She also only picked panties that matched her own taste.
“Eonni, you never even look at the bras?”
“Yeah, why would I bother with something I can’t wear?”
“Feeling it on your skin is like eating something that’s too spicy, right?”
“Similar. Sometimes it’s so bad I even get nauseous and throw up.”
I’d heard stories about people like that, but it was still amazing to see one standing right in front of me.
If her body rejected bras that strongly, there was no need to think she was weird for not wearing them.
She just wore nipple pasties instead.
“I’m definitely buying this.”
“It’s so sexy.”
“I hate when the panty line shows, so I love T-panties.”
Why did I suddenly have to learn the underwear tastes of an Eonni I’d only met two days ago?
After leaving the underwear section, we finished exploring the luxury floors on the first level.
Every luxury brand in the store knew Eonni’s presence and didn’t even glance at us as we tried on pieces.
Thanks to that, I tried everything from elegant designer clothes to the most bizarre designs.
“Shopping is fun. This has been the most fun shopping ever.”
“Maybe because you tried on expensive clothes first. It’s like a new experience.”
“Yeah, I guess so. So what should we do now?”
“Let’s go to karaoke. You told me about karaoke, and I really want to go.”
“Sure.”
We loaded up the back seat with plenty of shopping bags and headed into the city.
During the drive, Eonni dropped a few bombshells that left me flustered.
“Jjaehee, Eonni dreamed about you last night.”
“Eh… really…?”
Why was she bringing up dreams just to make me remember something I’d almost forgotten?
“What did you do in the dream?”
“I kissed you.”
“What?!”
In my own dream I’d kissed her intensely and lewdly.
So did that mean… shared dreaming? Had shared dreaming actually been real from the start?
“Bam! Just kidding. I was just playing with you. Clean and wholesome.”
“Ah, really? Good thing…”
“Why? Like you’ve had a dream where you kissed Eonni?”
“I—I couldn’t have…”
“Oh? You really did? How was the kiss? Did you put your tongue in? Or peck?”
Even though I’d denied it, she kept digging for details like she’d gotten a positive answer.
Of course I couldn’t answer questions about what happened in the dream.
Just the kiss would have been embarrassing enough to die from, but she was asking if we’d gone all the way to sex.
“Eh, Eonni! Ah, watch out! Watch out!!!”
“Oh my.”
-BWOONG! BWOONG! BWOONG! BWOONG!
Because Eonni hadn’t been looking at the road while she interrogated me, we almost had a crash.
“Huff… hah… Focus on driving!”
“Sorry, Jaehee. Eonni got way too excited.”
“We really were about to die.”
I wiped the cold sweat from my heart and finally calmed down.
It had been terrifying, but changing the topic had been a good thing.
“Jaehee, do you have any interest in dating?”
“Eonni, you know? I haven’t told anyone yet, but I’m in college.”
“Middle school, high school, college? Wow, you’re on the les course!”
To me, those words felt downright violent.
I stared at her with narrowed eyes while listening with suspicion, and her wide grin shrank into a shy, dog-like tail-tuck expression.
“It’s just a joke. Relax your face. Do you hate sexual minorities?”
“If I hated them, Eonni would hate me too. I don’t care. As long as I love and like someone, their gender doesn’t matter.”
“That’s a really good thing to say. Maybe we can go to a queer parade together someday?”
“Eh… I’ll think about it. Now that you mention it, our school has a queer club.”
“Eeng?! Really? What an open-minded school.”
“I don’t know what they do, but I heard they have a decent number of members.”
While we talked, we arrived at the public parking lot in the city center.
We stepped out of the car and naturally took each other’s hands, walking in step.
“You don’t like holding hands?”
“Normally you ask before you hold hands, right? I don’t mind. We can hold hands.”
“Right. We can even kiss, and then go to a motel…”
“Eonni?”
“Yeah, sorry. My mouth is running away with me.”
I quickly swallowed my words and quietly entered the coin karaoke room.
“How long are you planning to stay?”
“How long do you usually go for?”
“If we came together, an hour.”
“Then let’s do an hour.”
Because I went to coin karaoke often, my wallet always held cash.
When we walked into the empty room, I paid the hourly rate in one go and grabbed the microphone.
At that moment, Eonni hit the remote to reserve the song.
“You like singing, Eonni?”
“I don’t like or dislike it, but I felt like blasting some songs for the first time in a while.”
When someone says they want to blast songs, it means they have some singing ability.
I’d naturally assumed that someone with Eonni’s looks and money would have idol-level singing skills.
But.
“Jjaeunhaaaaaan! Female voice!”
No, what kind of voice was that?
I never imagined it would be an actual blast like that.
Even the song selection was tailored to blasting.
The next scene was even more shocking.
Eonni whipped off her sunglasses and outer jacket.
“Aaaaaaaaah!!!”
She screamed at the top of her lungs and launched into an energetic headbang.
It was an absolute plot twist.
An Eonni who was prettier than any celebrity, and now she was blasting and headbanging too?
I had no choice but to get interested.
“Whew… that was fun.”
“Wow… Eonni, you’re seriously crazy!”
I clapped not because I was impressed by her singing skill, but because of her insanely passionate performance.
“How was it, Eonni? Did you sing…?”
[Please try a little harder!]
She sounded like she was about to ask confidently if I sang well, but the karaoke machine already displayed a 55 and delivered a death sentence.
“… Did you not remove the points?”
“Ah, right. I did. Eonni, karaoke isn’t about singing skill. It’s about how well you enjoy it.”
“Did Eonni enjoy it?”
“Yes! If enjoying it is the score, then it was a real 100 points!”
Thanks to Eonni’s performance, I also went all out, shaking my body and head wildly and enjoying myself to the fullest.
“Whoa! Jjaehee is having a blast!”
“Eonni, right now! Shake with me, shake it!”
“Jjoa!!!”
We matched the rhythm and shook together, and an hour flew by like ten minutes.
“It was really fun, Eonni! I can’t enjoy it this much even when I go with friends!”
“That’s good. Ah, but my head hurts. I shook too hard.”
“Bam! Actually, I do too. We really shook the whole hour.”
“If it was fun, that’s all that matters, right?”
“That’s right!”
After properly playing together, I felt closer to Eonni than ever and didn’t want to leave her side for even a second.
I never imagined I could feel this joy from such an unfamiliar experience, let alone from the familiar.
“I’m hungry.”
“Me too.”
“Should we go eat dinner?”
“Yes, let’s.”
Before dinner, we went to the bathroom at the karaoke room and fixed each other’s messy hair together.
“Puhup! If someone saw us, they’d think we came in after drinking all night.”
“Right. This is called post-drinking tension.”
“We match up better than I thought.”
“That’s right! I’ve never played this fun before, so it’s even better!”
The dopamine from the karaoke didn’t fade easily.
We kept talking about how much fun it was until we arrived at the restaurant Eonni had chosen.
“So Eonni and I… huh? Here?”
“Yeah, this is it.”
The restaurant Eonni had brought me to was a very upscale omakase place.
“Usually you have to make a reservation for places like this.”
“It’s a place run by someone I know, so it’s fine. Let’s go in.”
When we entered, a chef with a full Japanese cooking aura was already there.
“Hello, uncle.”
“Welcome.”
“Hello.”
“Welcome. You must be Hajin’s friend.”
“Ah, yes. We had a great time playing and came to eat. You can speak casually with me too.”
We sat at the table right in front of the chef. When I looked back now, there wasn’t a single other person in the entire place.
“Eonni, there’s no one else here?”
“Yeah, I told the uncle I like quiet when I eat.”
“Really?”
“I said I was paying for a ten-person omakase meal, so of course he’d give us the whole place.”
How much did a ten-person omakase meal cost?
“Now that I think about it, I never asked. Do you like seafood, Jjaehee?”
“Yes, I love it! More than meat.”
“Well brought. Uncle, I’ll have the most expensive one.”
“Understood.”
While the chef worked in front of us, Eonni’s fingers traced slowly up the back of my hand.
“Your hands are pretty, Jaehee?”
“These? They’re ugly because I’ve been working out for a long time and have a ton of calluses.”
“That’s why I think they’re pretty. It means you worked hard.”
It was the kind of praise I’d never heard before, so my lips curved up in delight.
“Now that I think about it, you’re my girlfriend, right, Jaehee?”
The chef asked about our relationship while preparing the food.
Eonni’s lips shot straight up as if they were about to split.
“Yeah, that’s… right…”
“No.”
“Eeng? If we had that much fun, I should at least kiss you once.”
“That’s not true.”
Where did she plan to take this naturally?
“Then let’s really kiss?”
“Uncle, sorry, but can I borrow this knife?”
“Sorry, let me put my mouth in.”
Anyway, pink hair is unpredictable.