Oppa, I Did Wrong (2)
"Seoyeoni's asleep right now."
"W-what...?"
"Seoyeoni's sleeping. It's not what you're thinking, so don't worry. Can I come over to your place now?"
"What do you...?"
"I'm on my way."
After that shocking statement came nothing but cryptic words. Hyeonwoo was coming to our apartment? Then what about Seoyeoni...? No, more than that—why was Seoyeoni sleeping over at Hyeonwoo's place? What did he mean it wasn't what I was thinking...? My head was filled with question marks.
"Hyung, I'm here."
Hyeonwoo arrived faster than I expected. He showed up with a faint smile. I had a million questions.
"Hey. What the hell...? Where's Seoyeoni right now?"
"You freaked out, huh? Can I crash at your place tonight?"
"Crash...? Cut the crap. What happened? Where's Seoyeoni?"
"I told you, she's sleeping. At my place."
He didn't even finish his sentence before flopping onto the bed like he owned the place. My heart felt like it was going to explode, but Hyeonwoo was totally chill. I was dying of frustration.
"Hey, Park Hyeonwoo. Spit it out straight."
"Weren't you prepared for this? I said I'd go all the way."
"What...?"
"Haha. Just kidding, kidding. You're so scared you can't even take a joke."
"You bastard, there's a time and place for jokes..."
"Yeah, you're right. Joking about this is going too far."
Hyeonwoo sat up from where he'd been lying and perched on the edge of the bed.
"You heard we got caught in the rain, right? We were soaked to the bone."
"Yeah..."
"I was gonna dry her hair and send her off, but we ended up having a drink."
"A drink...? Just the two of you? At your place?"
"Yeah, just a can of beer."
Drinking without a word to me... My stomach churned, but I let it slide for now.
"Then we were chatting about this and that..."
"..."
"She got sleepy and just passed out. Dead to the world."
"She just... fell asleep?"
"Must've been all relaxed. Not as big a deal as you thought, right?"
Was this guy messing with me, or was it real? He seemed serious enough that it didn't feel like a lie... but I couldn't believe it. How could she just fall asleep like that? It wasn't like one beer got her drunk.
"Is this for real?"
"Totally real! Anyway, I put Seoyeoni to bed like that, and I had nowhere to crash, so here I am."
"..."
Fine, even if I conceded a hundred times... I needed to confirm the most important part again.
"Nothing else...?"
"Nothing else what?"
Hyeonwoo asked, pretending not to know even though he totally did. That smug grin pissed me off. Every expression on his face made my heart race, then sink, calm down, then pound painfully again.
"Fuck... you know what I mean."
"Whoa, hyung! Cursing already~?"
"Wouldn't you?"
"I looked it up, and netorare guys supposedly love this stuff. Not you, though?"
Netorare guys... It disgusted me, but yeah, I was excited too. I'd been trying to hide the bulge in my pants since earlier, but covering it awkwardly just drew attention.
"Whoa... it's real."
"..."
"I don't get it. If it were me, I'd wanna rip 'em apart. Why does this turn you on?"
Shame washed over me at his musing mutter.
"Well, at least I feel less guilty now."
"...Cut the bullshit. So nothing else happened?"
"Nope. Didn't lay a finger on her. Gotta be sober for that. Not my thing otherwise."
Hyeonwoo shrugged. Didn't seem like a lie this time either. I had no idea what to think. What did it mean for a girlfriend to crash at her boyfriend's friend's place? Was it an invitation to do whatever? Or was she just that exhausted? With trust and certainty turning into this, it was driving me insane.
"Anyway, that's how it went. What now, hyung?"
I was just clutching my head in silence when Hyeonwoo prodded casually.
"What...?"
"Seoyeoni."
Fuck... I didn't know. I didn't know her feelings, or even what I wanted.
My dick, engorged with blood, was starting to hurt.
"I don't know, fuck if I know."
"You're turned on, right? By that netorare thing."
He pressed again, like he wanted confirmation. It felt like he already knew, but I couldn't admit it. I just cradled my head in silence.
"Hyung. Here's what we do. Hear what Seoyeoni says tomorrow."
"..."
"She might apologize, say it never happened, or whatever. She'll say something, right?"
He had a point. I didn't know what she was thinking yet. She'd definitely say something when she woke up—excuse, lie, whatever.
"Even though we're close now, I still don't fully get her. Maybe she sees me as too comfortable, like family."
"Ah..."
"You know that vibe when a girl's horny? That subtle flirting. She didn't have it."
Hyeonwoo smacked his lips like he was disappointed.
"Anyway. We'll know tomorrow from what she says."
"Y-yeah..."
"If she's honest with you, you're still good. If she hides it or lies, her time's almost up. You get that, right?"
Unlike me, who felt like puking, Hyeonwoo seemed relaxed. Like it didn't matter either way.
"Seeing it for real is wild, though. I wasn't sure if you were for real."
Hyeonwoo glanced at my pants.
"You really get off on this? Your girlfriend getting stolen?"
"...Hey."
"Just curious. I seriously don't get it. How can you do that to your own girlfriend? When Seoyeoni likes you so much."
Self-loathing surged at his mocking words. I wanted to tell him to shut up, that it wasn't like that, but my mouth wouldn't move.
"Whatever. It's your kink, I respect it."
It felt like he was looking down on me—not just as older/younger bro, but man to man. I was losing.
"Hyungnim. Want me to tell you something even hotter? Looks like it'll get you going."
Hyeonwoo grinned, staring into my eyes like he wanted to see if I was aroused.
"Seoyeoni's sleeping in my clothes right now."
"What...?"
"She showered at my place too. Stark naked."
"..."
"For real."
"Oppa... say something, please...?"
"..."
"I... I don't know. Something must've happened..."
Hyeonwoo left early morning for some errand. Soon after, Seoyeoni showed up, her face pale as a ghost. Trembling, unable to meet my eyes, she babbled excuses in a teary voice.
Sorting through her rambling, it went like this:
Sudden downpour—they got drenched before they could find shelter. Hyeonwoo suggested drying her hair at his place. She was grateful, but her wet clothes felt gross. As she was about to tough it out and leave, he suggested showering—the wet clothes could go in the air dresser to dry quick, and she could borrow his until then. Looking back, it sounded ridiculous, but it seemed like a great idea at the time...
After the shower, waiting for clothes to dry, they had a drink. Body all fresh, place comfortably cool, post-workout beer making her drowsy. Then... no memory. She woke up still at his place. That's how it happened.
A few things bugged me, but it wasn't totally implausible. If she truly thought nothing of Hyeonwoo, saw him as just comfy... maybe.
She even echoed what he'd said. She thought of him too casually. He taught her workouts, helped with stuff, always fun. Felt like having a cousin oppa. They'd tease roughly but he'd look out for her sweetly. Thinking of him as cousin oppa melted her guard; he was just comfy and fun. She hadn't even realized how weird it was.
"Why won't you say anything? I'm sorry, oppa... I must've lost my mind..."
"..."
"Huh? I did wrong... Hah, I really went crazy..."
Seoyeoni still couldn't look at me, trembling as she kept apologizing. She seemed genuinely sorry, at a loss... Not acting. Her sincerity was so raw it left me flustered instead.
Yeah, whatever... A one-night slip-up. If she was that comfy, truly felt nothing, didn't even think it was weird—possible. My lingering doubts eased; I felt relieved.
"I swear I won't do it again! I'll text back right away, tell you everywhere I go, and Hyeonwoo oppa... I won't see him anymore. I got too casual. Even for your sake, I shouldn't have..."
"..."
"I'll switch gyms too. Sorry to him about yesterday, but... whatever, I'm cutting him off. Deleting his number."
Now I knew exactly how she saw Hyeonwoo, what she'd been thinking all those meetings. No need for anxiety or suspicion—only me for her. Her teary voice and face screamed it.
Happy... yeah, definitely happy... So what was this regret...?
Deep down, regret stirred. Like it wasn't what I'd hoped for.
Before she came, this morning, I'd been wildly aroused. Erection wouldn't quit; precum kept leaking no matter how much I wiped. But now... nothing. No reaction, no excitement. Just regret and disappointment.
"Come here."
"O-oppa...?"
"Come here, I said."
"Hic, sob... Waaah...! Oppa, I'm sorry! I did wrong..."
Seoyeoni burst into tears and hugged me. As I shook off the bitter regret to comfort her, a huge, glaring wrongness hit me.
Softness, squishiness, warmth—all the same... but holding her, I felt it clearly.
"Eek...! Hic! O-oppa???"
"..."
Something snapped, and I shoved Seoyeoni onto the bed. I roughly stripped off her T-shirt and pants. Nose buried in her underwear-clad body, I sniffed—from hair to face, neck, shoulders, collarbone, breasts, stomach. Thighs, inner thighs. Deeper: panties and the slit peeking below.
Hoped not, but same here. My silent dick swelled explosively again.
"Haa..."
Hyeonwoo's scent saturated Seoyeoni's soft skin. Like they'd felt each other all night, bodies pressed, mingled. Stark and pungent, yet she was oblivious—it drove me mad.
"O-oppa? Why all of a sudden...?"
Her still-teary voice sounded lewd somehow. Like she'd moaned and wailed all night.
Seoyeoni, who'd spent the night at Hyeonwoo's. Cuddling in his arms, acting cute. Taking his cock, spilling slutty moans... So much his scent soaked in, all night long...
Imagination in my head was nothing compared to this. I'd never felt anything like it. I... I just couldn't...
"Go ahead and sleep over."
"What...? No! I won't ever do that again!"
"No, no, it's fine to sleep over. What I mean is... you can do it."
Seoyeoni looked up at me, eyes wide, totally lost.
"Do it? What does that mean...?"
"Seoyeoni."
"Yeah...?"
"I want you to. With Hyeonwoo."