Friends Don't Do This

Thud.

“Ugh—so boring.”

It was the tail end of the department get-together.

I had been hiding in a corner seat because I was struggling to keep up with the energy, when Jo Iseo came over and sat at my table.

“Why? Keep having fun.”

“It’s the same old talk every single time. ‘A is dating B,’ ‘But C likes A,’ talking about people who aren’t even here. It’s so tiresome, so tiresome.”

Her eyes were half-glazed.

Even in the dim lighting, I could tell her cheeks were flushed red.

She must have had quite a bit to drink.

“Still, I doubt there’s anyone who’d talk trash about you.”

“Hey. Don’t talk like you don’t know.”

Iseo shook her lips and leaned her upper body toward me.

She got so close so suddenly that I almost jumped back, but I pretended not to notice and turned my gaze to my glass.

She must know how pretty she is, so why does she always get this close to me without any sense of boundaries?

“Why do you think I bothered to come out here, even though I’m annoyed to death? Why?!”

Iseo pushed her appetizer plate away, rested her chin on her hand, and pointed a finger at me with a languid motion.

“It’s not because I don’t want people talking about me, you naive idiot.”

Then, she settled back into her seat and leaned against the backrest.

She wasn’t entirely wrong. From the start of the semester, the other girls were busy keeping her in check, and they definitely must have been bad-mouthing her behind her back among themselves.

“I joined your group because I hated those girls, but now I’ve become a total social outcast again. *Sigh*…”

“What happened this time?”

“A month ago, it was Lee Jeonghyeok. Last week, it was Choi Siheon. And today, Do Gihwan called me out saying he wanted to go buy ice cream and then…”

She clasped her hands together, made a ‘Phew—’ sound like air escaping, and spread her fingers again.

“And just like that, they all left.”

“Again?”

Those bastards. When we were drinking among ourselves, whenever Jo Iseo’s name came up, they’d blather on about how ‘she lives in a different world than us’ or ‘don’t reach for what you can’t have.’ They must have gone and confessed in secret again.

“So now! All I have left is our Yujun, that’s what this means!”

Then she giggled and hiccuped with a dazed expression.

I wonder if she really doesn’t know, or if she just doesn’t want to know. How could she possibly have no feelings for me?

“Being pretty is a crime, a crime!”

Still, I had no intention of saying it out loud. The moment I crossed the line, even while drunk, we wouldn’t even be able to remain friends.

“Stop talking nonsense and just eat this.”

And, before I knew it, I was satisfied with this level of distance, too.

Maybe this was better, for all I knew.

“Class rep! Find a place for the second round, execute!”

The atmosphere was just starting to wind down.

“Ugh, why is the floor moving, damn it.”

Iseo stood up and stumbled.

With as many followers as she has, there’d be someone to take her to her studio apartment.

Just as I was about to call someone over,

“Hey, Park Yujun. You aren’t planning on ditching me and running off, are you?”

Iseo grabbed my wrist.

“No… I’ve always hated crowded places anyway…”

“Oh, I agree. Let’s go somewhere quiet.”

She wrapped her arm around mine and leaned her shoulder against me.

Squish.

“……!”

Because of that, her chest was pressed against my arm. What touched me first was the bra pad, but the flesh spilling out from it was felt softly against my skin.

‘What was the second verse again, damn it…. The autumn sky? Above Namsan?’

A dilemma of a golden opportunity.

Should I focus on this sensation a little more, or should I desperately try to think of something else to hold it in? My head was spinning.

“Q-quiet, you say. There are so many people…”

“No. Let’s go just the two of us, just us.”

“……?”

We ate the same snacks and drank the same alcohol, so why does she smell like flowers? My heart was racing, and I was worried she might hear it.

“Why…? Do you hate it…?”

There it is, her finishing move. Looking up at me with those subtly moist eyes, making a pitiful face.

“…… Fine, let’s go.”

…… Like she said, I’m the only friend she has left.

It’d be a bit much to turn her down here.

“Cheeeers—!”

The beer joint we snuck into.

Maybe it was because of the night breeze while we walked, but Jo Iseo was smiling with a perfectly sober face as she raised her glass.

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“Drink in moderation. You’ll get drunk again.”

“What are you saying? With my tolerance, I could wipe out all the alcohol over there and still not get drunk.”

Jo Iseo, you foxy thing….

To think that her stumbling earlier was all an act.

“Ah—! This is good—!”

But even knowing that, I have no choice but to be fooled. Because she’s pretty. It’s my fault for being born a man.

While we were sharing trivial talk, the narrow table was soon filled with empty beer bottles.

“But Yujun, how come you still don’t have any good news? You look decent enough.”

Iseo said as she set down her empty beer glass.

“You’re the same way.”

“Pfft, are you comparing yourself to me? If I feel like it, I can just pick someone and take them.”

It was annoying, but I couldn’t refute it.

“Hmm, first, pull your bangs up a bit.”

Jo Iseo placed her palm on my forehead and ruffled my bangs.

“Ah, stop it. You’ll mess it up.”

“Mess it up? What, wait, you actually styled this?”

“…….”

I thought I’d dressed up decently.

“And your clothes! If you don’t know how to wear them, just stick to the basics. Tone-on-tone. Tone-in-tone. Personal color!”

That nagging of hers.

Instead of saying I didn’t want to hear it, I picked at my ear.

“Sigh, I wonder if he’ll ever get married at this rate.”

Iseo clicked her tongue as if I were pathetic and filled my beer glass.

“Look at yourself before you talk.”

I said, glancing at her outfit.

A white short-sleeved shirt with a stretched-out neck.

Short dolphin shorts.

If her face were different, it would just be the outfit of a local unemployed person.

“Me? My studio is right in front of us.”

“Mine is the same.”

“There’s no one to look good for anyway, so what does it matter.”

That remark bothered me strangely. Since we’ve spent so much time together, I didn’t see Iseo only as a woman, but maybe it was a man’s pride.

“What the, why are they like that?”

Just then, Iseo pointed to another table with her eyes.

“……?”

A pair of man and woman who looked like a couple were kissing. And very intensely at that.

The man’s hand was on the woman’s chest, and the woman’s hand was busy moving over the man’s crotch.

“In a public place, what the…”

I was speechless and looked around, but for some reason, no one else but us seemed to care.

‘Am I the weird one…? Is this the usual atmosphere for bars in the university district…?’

Right. The owner will handle it. I didn’t want to get involved and end up exhausted.

“But you know.”

Iseo said, tilting her head slightly.

With a somewhat suspicious look in her eyes.

“Are you… still a virgin?”

Her voice trailed off stickily.

It was something I couldn’t imagine from the usual Jo Iseo.

“W-what did you say…?”

I must have misheard. I thought it was the devil living inside me, but.

“No, you haven’t had a girlfriend the whole time. Doesn’t that mean you’ve never had sex?”

I had heard it correctly.

Is this what it means to be speechless? I couldn’t open my mouth.

Was my common sense too old-fashioned? Can we talk about this much since we’re friends before being man and woman? My head was a mess.

“…… Why are ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you asking something like that all of a sudden. Just drink.”

It was the best answer I could come up with after much deliberation.

Swish.

“I didn’t ask you anything difficult, did I?”

But Iseo approached me even more blatantly.

“……?”

Under the table, warmth was transmitted between my legs.

Iseo’s foot had approached the edge of my chair.

“…… So what if I am.”

“Aww, our Yujun. You’re a baby, a baby!”

Jo Iseo laughed as she pretended to pinch my cheek.

“Y-you’re the same way…!”

“What does that matter? Like I said earlier, I can just pick anyone and eat them if I want to—.”

Just as I was trying to ignore it and fill her glass,

Crash!

A loud noise.

Where I turned my head…

“Haa, honey…. Everyone is watching….”

“So? Do you hate it?”

“No……. I love it so much…. Hurry, okay? Hurry—.”

That couple from earlier had fallen to the floor and were openly fondling each other’s bodies.

“You’re so pretty…. Want to go do it once?”

“What are you saying. Now? Are you good at it?”

“Want me to show you?”

On the other side, some guy was hitting on a girl with words that didn’t make sense.

Even the staff member who saw it just walked by without stopping them, as if it were nothing.

“Wh-what are you doing…”

My body froze at the absurd scene.

What kind of situation is this, am I dreaming?

Right. The situation of drinking alone with Jo Iseo was strange from the start.

“Our Yujun, what if you get dumped by your girlfriend later because you can’t have sex…?”

In the midst of this, Iseo was looking at me again with a strange expression.

“Hey, you’re drunk. Get up now…”

“Should I practice with you—?”

At that moment, my head cooled down coldly.

Because this wasn’t the Iseo I knew, the one I had thought of as my ideal type throughout my college life.

“…… Stop talking nonsense.”

“What—? Are you playing hard to get, Yujun—?”

“Friends don’t talk about things like that.”

Sexual desire.

I’m 21 ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠too, so of course I have an excessive amount of it.

I can’t tell anyone, but I’ve even imagined Iseo as the target.

But this way wasn’t what I wanted.

If sex was something this light… then I’d be such a fool for having admired it all this time.

Beeeeeep—!

Just then, alarm sounds ringing everywhere.

“Uh…?”

It wasn’t easy to understand.

Decreased judgment regarding sexual contact?

Abnormal relationship boundaries?

So that’s why those people are…?

“Let’s go now! I’m drunk—.”

Unlike me, Iseo put her phone down nonchalantly and said with a slurred tongue.

I wanted to tell her not to act rashly because of the unknown sense of crisis.

“Thanks for the meal—!”

Iseo, who had already finished paying, opened the door and gestured to me.

“…… This is driving me crazy.”

But I couldn’t let her go home alone in the middle of the night, so I ended up following her.

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Trudge, trudge.

All the way home, Iseo kept leaning on my arm and rubbing her body against me.

Unlike before, this was clearly an intentional contact.

“Umm… I’m drunk, so drunk….”

Her tongue was loose, but I couldn’t let my guard down. If anything, it was more dangerous because she seemed truly drunk.

Squeeze.

Sure enough, Iseo grabbed my hand.

Press.

She interlaced her fingers with mine and started scratching my palm with her thumb.

“…… Don’t.”

“D-d-don’t. Even though you like it—.”

Then she buried her head deeper into my chest.

I’d never seen this level of drunken behavior before.

If it were the usual Jo Iseo, she would have certainly acted in a way that wouldn’t even let her fingertips touch me.

… If she contacts me like nothing happened tomorrow, I should probably pretend I don’t know.

Because that’s what friends do.

Stumble.

“Go in. You can go the rest of the way alone from here.”

In front of Iseo’s studio.

I said, pulling away Iseo, who kept clinging to me.

“Hmm… can I go alone…?”

Iseo, who had barely fallen from my arms, turned around while stumbling.

I thought I had finally caught my breath.

Squeeeeeze.

“……!”

Iseo suddenly turned back and hugged me.

The scent of shampoo mixed with the smell of alcohol covered me.

“……Go.”

“Wh-what did you say…?”

“Go ahead and do it….”

Iseo, standing on her tiptoes, kissed my neck just like that.

When she exhaled, she tickled my neck, and when she inhaled, it was an obsessive breath that seemed to suck in my scent.

In that very position, she whispered to me.

“Put your Yujun-cock into ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my unopened virgin pussy and fuck-fuck it….”

“……?”

I tried to push her away, but the more I did, the deeper Iseo dug into my arms.

“Even if I beg and plead for you to stop, don’t ever pull out your cum-sprinkler from my pussy that’s stretched exactly to the size of Yujun’s cock, and hug me all night long until Yujun’s balls are completely empty, and ejaculate inside my womb.”

The tickling breath disappeared.

Iseo looked straight into my eyes and said.

“And once I’m all bloated with Yujun’s cock-juice…”

Iseo’s hand slid up my pants.

With her other hand, she pulled down her shirt to reveal her cleavage.

“For dessert, stick an emergency contraceptive pill on Yujun’s tongue and feed it to me with a kiss…❤︎”

In an instant, the emergency text flashed through my mind.

Iseo was no longer the Iseo I knew.