#60. Dead Drunk
#60. Dead Drunk
Following Oppa's instructions, I slowly started taking off my clothes layer by layer.
"L-Like this?"
After stripping off my leggings and hoodie, the only thing covering my bare skin was black underwear.
"Get on your stomach."
Oppa's expression as he said that to me was... incredibly...
I obediently climbed onto the bed and got on my stomach, following his command.
Oppa's large hand slid down my lower back...
Smack!
Oppa suddenly smacked my ass with his palm without any warning.
"Hnng...!"
The sudden rush of pain made a groan slip out of my mouth on its own.
"Beg for... forgiveness...?"
Oppa murmured in a voice that was just barely audible to me.
"If it were you."
Smack!
"Would you"
Smack!
"Eut...!"
My legs wobbled, unable to withstand the pain.
"Forgive this?!"
It was behavior that definitely resembled Lee Jin-seong somewhere...
But right now, Oppa was a bit...
...scary.
The previous time he'd spanked me for messing up, it had excited me so much, but this time it wasn't excitement so much as...
When I lifted my palm to touch my ass, I could feel my skin tingling and shivering from the stinging sensation.
"Haa... haa..."
Oppa was breathing heavily, his face flushed, like he couldn't control his emotions.
Oppa came a little closer to me and...
This time, he gently caressed my ass.
Like stroking a cat taking a nap...
"Sorry."
This guy.
He'd clearly drunk way too much—his personality was flipping back and forth right in front of my eyes.
"Did it hurt...? I'm sorry..."
Suddenly, with a voice on the verge of tears, Oppa pulled me into a tight hug.
"No... I'm fine..."
I was the one who'd come to apologize...
Oppa hugged me even tighter.
Ugh... booze smell.
But compared to the Oppa who'd been wildly smacking my ass just moments ago, this Oppa felt way more reassuring.
"When I get a girlfriend... I really wanted to treat her so well..."
His tongue was slurring; he couldn't even pronounce properly.
"I really fucking wanted to date so prettily, you know..."
"Then do it. Date me, Oppa."
I grabbed his hand tightly.
When I looked up at his face, I could see all sorts of emotions jumbled together messily.
Angry but sorry, hating it but liking it—what a mess, something like that...
"But you're really a fucking bitch."
Out-of-nowhere profanity.
But I understood why he was like this.
"I know."
"You know...? You know...?"
The two of us, kneeling face-to-face on the bed.
Oppa suddenly got pissed at my saying I knew, and shoved me down.
"Then you must know I fucking like a bitch like you too?"
Oppa climbed on top of me as I flopped powerlessly onto the bed.
Grinning like a wolf eyeing a rabbit, Oppa then...
Chuuup.
Like a scene from a vampire movie, a vivid red mark started forming on my neck.
"O-Oppa, wait a sec...!"
Hey. Lee Min-ho. I still gotta go to school tomorrow...!
But there was no way I could handle the strength of a drunk adult man.
Oppa's lips pressed against my skin, making lewd sucking sounds.
And I couldn't resist at all; I had to accept him leaving marks all over my body.
Nape. Collarbone. Breasts.
Red marks started covering my white skin here and there.
I knew there'd be a total disaster tomorrow morning, but I deliberately didn't resist too fiercely.
Because I saw this whole sequence as Oppa's way of venting the emotions bottled up inside him.
And plus, with these marks left behind, maybe tomorrow when Oppa woke up sober, he'd take my crime into consideration—a little bit of that calculation was mixed in too.
How long had we been like that?
Oppa's tongue movements stopped at some point, and soon only his soft breathing filled the room.
"...Asleep?"
Oppa, face buried in my chest.
Like he'd never pounced on me like a beast, he seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
I quietly pushed Oppa's body aside and started cleaning his room.
The leftover delivery food could be eaten tomorrow, so into the fridge...
Soju bottles to recycling...
I wiped down the table, folded it into the corner, let out a deep sigh, and headed to the bathroom.
Sure enough, around my neck...
How many of these are there...?
There were so many red marks scattered around that Band-Aids wouldn't cut it.
I pondered what to wear for a while, but flipping it around, didn't this mean Oppa wanted to leave marks on my body that badly? Maybe this was proof our relationship still had the green light.
Whew... Should I head home?
No.
If I left now, the Oppa who woke up might hole up in his studio again.
It looked kinda cramped...
Oppa lying awkwardly in the middle.
A bed big enough for one but too small for two—awkward size.
I shoved Oppa as hard as I could to stick him to the wall side.
For all my effort, he barely moved 10cm.
I just slipped in beside Oppa and pulled up the blanket.
It was a bit tight, sure, but with our bodies pressed right up against each other, he wouldn't roll off.
Was it because I'd been so tense?
The moment I lay down, drowsiness came crashing over me.
Minho Oppa's warmth made my eyelids even heavier.
Tomorrow, I gotta apologize properly for sure...
My eyes slowly drifted shut.
Excessively cozy sunlight.
My eyes hurt from the glaring brightness.
Ah... Guess I forgot to close the curtains...
What the hell, this girl.
Why's she here?
I rubbed my eyes, thinking I was seeing things in my sleep.
But no matter what, Na-eun in her underwear wasn't disappearing from in front of me.
Had I developed trauma making me hallucinate?
This fucking sucks.
Out of spite, I suddenly grabbed her breast hard.
An overly realistic squishy sensation.
Just to confirm, I kneaded her breast a bit more.
"Hnng."
Was it because I touched her? Or just someone bumping her in her sleep?
Something like a moan slipped from Na-eun's mouth.
I turned my head to scope out the situation and spotted my leggings and gray hoodie neatly folded on the desk.
Looks like she actually came here last night.
But for some reason, I had zero memory after she arrived.
My last memory was chugging straight soju in front of the monitor while checking comments on the post with our video...
I vaguely remembered ordering delivery too...
I tried hard to recall, and fragmented memories surfaced like broken film strips, one scene at a time.
Apologizing Na-eun.
Me smacking her ass.
And me staring intensely at something...
I tried piecing together the puzzle of memories and reconstructing them.
"...You're up?"
Na-eun slowly started sitting up, eyes half-closed.
"...What happened to your neck."
I hadn't fully woken up earlier so I didn't check properly, but Na-eun's neck and chest area were covered in vivid red marks here and there.
"Ah... This... Oppa did..."
Na-eun blushed and pulled the blanket up higher.
She must've thought I was the one who sucked them on like crazy.
"Haa..."
Lee Min-ho. You fucking idiot.
I grabbed my phone and checked the time.
[12:03]
[5 missed calls]
Reinforced Concrete Class is self-canceled, huh.
I took a moment to calm my head and asked Na-eun about last night.
"I was drunk so I don't remember well, but what'd you come here for yesterday."
"That's... because Oppa..."
Na-eun pulled the blanket up to cover her mouth.
"I was worried..."
A girlfriend rushing over in the middle of the night because she was worried about her boyfriend.
On the surface, it's romantic, touching even...
Without a word, I pressed the spacebar on the computer keyboard.
The monitor, in sleep mode since I hadn't turned it off, started replaying our video.
[How can you do that to a person? You eat and that's it?]
"What are you gonna do about this."
Na-eun hung her head.
"I'm sorry..."
"This... doesn't seem like something that ends with just 'sorry,' Na-eun."
It was real.
Sure, I slept in and skipped class today, but even if I'd gone, it wouldn't have been pretty.
Everyone's probably framing me as the eat-and-dump guy, sprinkling silent flavor enhancers and ripping me to shreds.
"Haa... Maybe taking a leave of absence is the answer..."
No good ideas came to mind.
If I went to school like this, I'd seriously go insane...
"No! We can just explain!"
Na-eun threw off the blanket, jumped up, and grabbed my hand tight.
"Hey. Would... explaining even make a difference?"
This was sincere.
If I don't explain, I'm just trash eat-and-dump guy as is.
If I post an explanation like 'We're actually a couple and it was a joke~' people would think I'm forcing things with Na-eun because of the video...
"Oppa. Can you hear out my plan just once?"
Na-eun's eyes were brimming with confidence.
"Let me make up for my mistake."
Why is it...
Her confident look only makes me more anxious.