Chapter 59
Chapter 59
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: Freshman Orientation
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💬 Group Chat #184 — Ha Si-woo But man, when Jun-woo stepped up back then, it really blew off some steam. — Seo Sae-rom Yeah, should I pass on what you just said to that senior at tomorrow's OT? — Ha Si-woo Why are you like this, Sae-rom;;;;; — Seo Sae-rom ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ — Kim A-ri ㅎㅎ But will that senior really show up...? — Yang Jun-hyuk If he shows, I'll sacrifice myself and be the second Lee Jun-woo. — Kim A-ri You're no second Jun-woo without a second Seo-ah, Jun-hyuk; — Yang Jun-hyuk You can be. — System Yang Jun-hyuk has left the chat. — Ha Si-woo How many times has Jun-hyuk left already? Seeing my classmates messing around in the group chat, I couldn't help but chuckle.
I'd put on a brave face in front of Jun-woo, but after that mess with the pufferfish senior (Jun-woo's words for him), I'd been a little worried about nasty comments popping up. Instead, everyone seemed to like it, and my mind eased a bit.
The saying that the best way to bring a group together is a common enemy came to mind—we even started talking casually right after he left.
Everyone must have felt it too, right?
That if Jun-woo hadn't stepped up, that senior's arrows might've turned on them.
That it could've turned into the worst OT ever.
Of course, no one knew yet if it'd be the worst or not, but they probably figured Jun-woo would step up again if it came to that.
I hoped nothing like that would happen...
Unaware of my worries, the man at the center of it all was right now saying,
"No, Kim Seung-hyun, are you even human?"
"No way 11 deaths makes sense? Even the neighbor's dog Ppippi could avoid 11 deaths if I taught it QWER."
Did he have to start every sentence with "no"?
Whatever had gone down in the game with Kim Seung-hyun and Park Jae-hwan, Jun-woo was spamming "no" in frustration.
I was sitting face-to-face on Jun-woo's lap.
My head resting on his broad shoulder, arms stretched back around his neck as I peered at his phone.
I hadn't known what this position was called before, but lately I'd learned it was the "facing sitting position."
I knew it was one of those sex positions where our whole bodies touched, but it was my favorite—whether in daily life or... when we made love.
His warmth seeped into me everywhere, and we could touch or kiss wherever, whenever we wanted.
Especially since he'd kept up workouts since last summer, his gains were now obvious even over his clothes.
Unlike my slim arms and legs, his were so sturdy that touching them drew gasps of admiration—his arms, his thighs.
Unlike my soft, squishy chest, his pecs were already broad but now even broader and firmer.
His chiseled abs, sharp even at my fingertips.
Admiring his body like that, or sneaking my hand under his clothes to fondle, made time fly by unnoticed.
Of course, if we stayed like this too long or I teased him, he'd get this troubled look because... down there wouldn't settle and it'd ache. But whenever I slumped silently into him, he'd always hug me with a smile.
"Aigoo, you damn guys..."
Did he lose?
I turned my head slightly, and there it was: the word "defeat" on the screen.
Sorry as I was for Jun-woo, win or lose, it was all good to me.
Because,
"You were bored, right, Seo-ah?"
Every time a game ended, he'd hug me tight like he was sorry for ignoring me.
Eye contact, checking in on me.
"Mhm, no. I was watching the group chat."
"Group chat? Lemme see... Jun-hyuk left again."
He'd struggled with gaming in this position at first, but since I insisted, he'd gotten used to it.
Adjusting so I wouldn't be uncomfortable—lifting me with an "up you go"—every time I felt his heart wanting to indulge my every whim, I smiled.
That adorable side of him tickled my lower belly.
"Hey, I'm gonna step out and prep for OT. You damn guys."
Jun-woo was shutting down the game, saying bye to Kim Seung-hyun and Park Jae-hwan. I could hear their responses—probably their usual warm banter—when one line rang especially loud in my ear.
"Hey, any cute girls in your school's group chat? If there are, get friendly and intro 'em to me..."
"Park Jae-hwan."
The voice from my mouth was chillingly cold—I could hardly believe it was mine.
But I couldn't hold back. Even if it was a joke.
What? Jun-woo getting friendly with another girl? A cute one, no less?
"I-I gotta go, urgent stuff."
"Y-yeah, fu-, hey, me too. Catch ya later, Lee Jun-woo."
Ding-dong-ding-dong.
"Jun-woo-ya, they gone?"
"...Yeah. Both said urgent business?"
"Can't we make Park Jae-hwan come back?"
"Let's give him one pass."
His hand patted my butt like he was telling me to chill, an awkward smile on his face.
...Was I a baby?
That babying tone melted my anger away.
Yeah, Jun-woo wasn't at fault.
"Jun-woo-ya."
"Yeah?"
"If a girl talks to you?"
"I don't know Korean."
"If a girl asks you to carry something?"
"I'm too weak..."
"If a girl asks for your number?"
"Silently flash our profile pic."
"Hehe. Love you, Jun-woo-ya."
He wouldn't actually do that.
But picking exactly the answers I wanted was so lovable—I had to kiss him.
💬 #185 Phew.
I survived.
Park Jae-hwan, the useless bastard who does nothing for my life.
In Seo-ah's surprise interrogation(?), I desperately wracked my brain for answers, and luckily passed—her soft lips brushed all over my face, beaming.
Savoring the sensation, I sighed inwardly in relief.
"Jun-hyuk already bounced from the group chat and came back?"
"Mu-, yeah. It's basically routine now."
"Feels like anyone whose name starts with JH has issues."
"What're you on about..."
Seo-ah chuckled but couldn't bring herself to deny it, which made me laugh too.
"OT's tomorrow... busy week ahead. Wednesday OT, then weekend move into the new place."
"...You'll drink at night during OT, right?"
"Schedule on the site didn't list any, but probably will anyway?"
"Ugh... no confidence with soju..."
Her pretty forehead wrinkled, probably recalling her first soju taste with the gang.
"I don't love soju either. Sneak in some strawberry makgeolli?"
"......Strawberry makgeolli kinda too..."
"Why? Someone went nuts for it. Couldn't function next day."
"...You're mean."
I grinned, and she butted her forehead against my chest like I was annoying, pinching my side—couldn't help but laugh.
"Ow ow. If you can't handle soju or whatever, pass it to me. I'll be your black knight."
"You hate soju too..."
"Watching you force down something you hate bugs me more."
When Seo-ah drank strawberry makgeolli.
Or ate something tasty, that happy face she made.
I shared my unfiltered sincerity, and suddenly she ducked her head—no reply.
Why? I waited a bit, then she looked up, her eyes practically heart-shaped—
"...You just seduced me, didn't you, Jun-woo?"
"No, I meant it sincerely, what seduction..."
"Sincere? Seducing me with naughty words again."
"...What the he—"
"You seduced me."
"...Fine, I seduced you. But we gotta check the OT schedule—"
"I'll handle it later. Just stare at the ceiling and count sheep for a bit, Jun-woo-ya."
"What does that even..."
"I'll make you feel good quick?"
"Where'd you learn to say stuff like tha, mmph..."
That day, I finally got released after counting ten thousand sheep.
💬 #186 "Ouch..."
I rubbed my waist and groaned, drawing Seo-ah's gaze.
"...You hurting, Jun-woo-ya?"
"Whose fault is it I don't get a pain-free day?"
"...Yesterday I did most of the moving..."
"...Fair."
Tried teasing her, but we both blushed without scoring points and headed into the auditorium for OT. Our classmates were already gathered.
I grabbed Seo-ah's hand to go greet them, and they spotted us, waving.
"Hey, our dept's official couple's here!"
"Whoa, they look exactly like their pics."
"Holding hands is so enviable..."
Gladness and envy poured out—unsure how to respond, I picked the safe option.
"Hey, reactions say you all know already, but I'm Lee Jun-woo, and this is..."
"Jun-woo's girlfriend, Han Seo-ah. Nice to meet everyone."
"...Seo-ah-ya, no need to emphasize—no one's gonna mess with you seeing us like this... right?"
"I might've just learned something about Seo-ah...?"
"Today's intro's going as Jun-woo's friend Ha Si-woo."
"Just jealous..."
Seo Sae-rom and Kim A-ri went "ooh" with mouths agape, like they'd found something fun.
Ha Si-woo and Yang Jun-hyuk led the pack, staring at me like they might cry from envy.
They already knew from our profile pics anyway.
Like she was stamping her territory again, Seo-ah stressed she was my girlfriend, drawing surprised or admiring reactions all around.
Then belated shyness hit her—she fidgeted and hid behind my back.
"...I intro'd wrong. I'm Seo-ah's boyfriend Lee Jun-woo. Nice to meet you all."
—This ain't easy.
To ease her embarrassment, I repeated my intro word-for-word. Girls squealed "kyaa," boys went "whoa..."
...Pretty sure I heard "please" amid the whoas, but nah, hallucination.
Instead of her usual side-pinch, her shy fingers gripped my side from behind—transmitting her gratitude.
After the noisy greetings, Seo-ah drifted to the girls, me to the boys.
Their questions to me were mostly about how we got together, how long we'd been dating—Seo-ah stuff.
I got their curiosity, figured the girls were grilling her the same, so I answered.
We chatted, bonded over games and hobbies, when it hit me.
Had that pufferfish punk from the chat shown up?
Scanning the room—his face would've stood out even in a crowd—but no sign. Not here? Right then, several people took the stage at the front of the auditorium.
"Hello~ I'm Lee Da-hye, your 3rd-year Business Administration department head. I'll be running today's OT with you all. Nice to meet you~"
Among the stage folks, one stood out—blonde-dyed hair, pretty enough to spot from afar. The self-proclaimed dept head started, and seniors began intros one by one.
But I let their intros go in one ear and out the other.
My eyes were locked on one spot, unblinking.
No, the guy at the end of my gaze had spotted me too—grinning, refusing to look away.
We stared, until it was his turn.
"Ah, uh. Nice to meet ya, kids~ Class of '21, Choi Young-chul."
"Been dying to see our class of '25 friends today~~ Let's get along?"
Everyone else used polite speech, but he dropped banmal like it was natural.
Exactly like in the chat—relief washed over me.
Front and back the same, that bastard.
Ignoring the murmurs from the freshmen or the awkward looks from other seniors.
The pufferfish punk sneered at me to the end, and I figured today's OT wouldn't pass smoothly.