#89. Change
#89. Change
Just three days left until the Design Deadline.
All the exams were somehow over and done with.
I didn't even have time to cheer about the fact that the exams were finished.
"Hey. Hwi-min-ah. Got any 75?"
I had no idea something like this even existed before I got into the architecture department, and now the fact that these words were constantly on the tip of my tongue made my heart ache.
"Here."
Hwi-min, who was deep into his Architectural Model work, rummaged through a drawer and handed me a black aluminum canister.
"Thanks."
75 spray has a vicious smell, and if it gets on the floor anywhere, it leaves ugly marks, so the rule is you have to spray it outside and come back.
With no choice, I grabbed my outer coat, put it on, and headed out.
"Huu..."
A puff of white breath came out.
Just hold on for three days. Minho, you got this.
I tried to steel myself, but the fact that it was 3 a.m. and I still couldn't go home was giving me such a fucking shitty feeling, and there was nothing I could do about it.
In one corner outside the building, I spread out a plastic sheet and shook the spray can up and down before starting to spray over the printed blueprints.
Chiiiiiik.
After checking that the spray was evenly applied, I carefully pressed the paper down onto the model material, kuuk kuuk.
I thought it'd be fine to step out for a bit, but my hands are so damn cold.
I dashed back inside the building and, to change my mood, headed over to Na-eun's spot.
"Naa~eun~jang~"
A nickname I'd never normally use, but I figured the only one who could soothe my shattered mental state was my girlfriend.
"Ah. Oppa. I told you not to call me that. You sound like a total otaku."
"Yeah. I'm an otaku. Been one since middle school."
I was clearly pissed at my own design progress, but here I was, taking it out on my girlfriend like a whiny bitch.
Na-eun, who was in the middle of cutting, gave me a look like what the hell, then motioned for me to bring a chair over and scooted slightly to the side.
"Got a lot done?"
Na-eun asked calmly.
"Finished the floor plans for now, working on the model."
"And the modeling?"
"Basics are done, just gonna add details only for the render shots and bullshit my way through."
"I see. Uuuuugh."
She stretched with a big yawn.
My girlfriend had dark circles under her eyes just as bad as mine.
"Shouldn't you at least take some supplements?"
I asked, stretching her cheek out.
"Well, well. Oppa, go look in a mirror first. Yours look twice as bad."
...Yeah, well, I've got two jobs right now.
I still hadn't assigned the illustrations for Song Han-byeol, the new character in [I Imprisoned Her].
I didn't even have the mental energy to write.
No way I'd have time to request illustrations, figure out compositions, hunt for props to include, all that.
I couldn't write the novel anywhere but home anyway, so I'd come straight here after staying up all night writing nonstop.
"Here."
She pulled something out of her bag and handed it to me.
"What is it?"
"Supplements."
"No way. You brought these for me?"
Whoa. Han Na-eun, you...!
Right then, I was really feeling like an ungrateful bastard living the good life.
"Nope. Just what I take during deadline season when I see you."
...You just had to say that. Ruined the moment.
Still, just the fact that Na-eun gave them to me had me grinning like an idiot.
A girlfriend taking care of her hardworking boyfriend with inner support... feels like pure love material, right?
Lately, I'd been feeling like my head was getting weirder and weirder.
I'd definitely thought about trying some normal, lovey-dovey dating, but Na-eun-ification or whatever you call it.
I kept discovering myself getting bolder and more extreme.
If you asked if I'd always been like this, nah, but I'd held back pretty well until now.
Fantasies are fantasies, real life is real life, I'd thought, but this fantasy-like girlfriend kept breaking down my mental defenses.
No way I'd have imagined we'd do that shit in the school Seminar Room at dawn.
Crazy bitch...
My girlfriend was a crazy bitch, but now she matched me perfectly...
"What're you waiting for? Eat it. Don't embarrass the person who gave it to you."
Lost in thought, reminiscing about our school affair the other day, Na-eun poked my side.
"Ah. Yeah, eating it now."
"Water here."
She handed me her pink tumbler that matched her perfectly.
Sadly, we were way past the point of getting all flustered over indirect kisses.
Even though we'd only been dating a little over a month.
Felt like we'd been together forever.
"Alright, now go back and do what you gotta do, Oppa. I need to cut this."
Na-eun picked up her cutter again, having taped a room plan to a thin basswood sheet.
"I don't wanna do it anymore, Na-eun-ah."
Hwi-min next to me would just say fuck off if I whined.
Na-eun crossed her arms and stared at me blankly.
She held the pose for a moment, then beckoned me closer.
I leaned in toward her, and suddenly she grabbed my ear and pulled it to her mouth.
I thought she was gonna whisper something, but nope.
With one hand making a screen like for a whisper, Na-eun started caressing my ear.
Chok. Jjook.
From the earlobe to the ear canal.
Her soft tongue got it wet, making lewd sounds.
I'd never cared about ASMR videos, but now I got why people seek them out.
Even that short tease had my lower half half-swollen already.
"Haa... Oppa..."
Na-eun let out a sultry moan.
Worried someone might see, I glanced sideways with one eye, but everyone was buried in their work—no one paid attention to us tucked in the corner.
"I want sex. Right? You wanna cum in Na-eun's womb."
Her whisper was straight out of an Erotic Novel.
Na-eun's palm stroked up and down my thigh.
Again... she gonna drag me off somewhere in school to fuck?
I was worried, but having tasted it, anticipation boiled in my chest.
But the second she let go of my ear, she switched back to her normal expression like nothing happened.
"You gotta meet the deadline first for what's next. Now go back and cut some more."
This is normal, yeah...
But for some reason, I was starting to resent her.
Song lyrics always have stuff like, "If you're gonna do me like this, don't be nice at all."
I finally understood those lyrics deep in my heart.
"Hu... Yeah...! I'm going...!"
With the resolve to throw a party at home once this was done, I went back to my spot.
No way I could tell Na-eun that I face-planted and passed out 30 minutes later.
Haa... Finally, the end of this semester is coming.
I checked my makeup one more time to make sure it wasn't weird and left the bathroom.
"Na-eun-ah. Your outfit right now is totally my type."
"What? So it wasn't before?"
What a ridiculous guy.
Doesn't even think about how he usually dresses.
I'd even told him over the phone last time to buy some proper clothes...
Using the "Mom bought it for me" excuse.
But looking at the clothes Oppa wore, it didn't seem like a total lie, so I couldn't criticize more.
Still, since it was deadline day, Oppa had cleaned up nice too.
Black turtleneck with a dark brown coat.
He was tall, so even if proportions weren't perfect, the clothes looked good on him.
"What number are you today?"
"I'm 5th in our class. You?"
Haa... So jealous...
5th?
After submitting the model and prints—all the deliverables—the early ones always win.
Final reviews are usually 10-15 minutes per person, but with over 50 students per grade, it takes forever.
Rough math: 500 minutes. Even starting at noon, ends at 8.
At this pace, I figured around 6 or 7 for me.
"I'm 11th in our class."
"Aigoo..."
Oppa got my sadness right away and smacked his forehead.
"I'll stick by you after my presentation's done."
"No. Go home and rest. Why wait around for me to get chewed out?"
He probably hadn't slept properly—why stick around to hear me get reamed?
And honestly, I didn't want Oppa seeing me get torn apart by the professors.
I might not show a cool side, but I really didn't want him seeing me fall apart...
"No, no. Once this is over, it's End of Semester. Happy day, right?"
Even with his exhausted face, he grinned wide at me.
"Let's celebrate together. For holding out so hard."
...Why does he look so cool?
Not looking down on me arrogantly like Lee Jin-seong, not teasing me while pulling out his dick.
Just his kind words made my heart pound.
"...Whatcha wanna eat after it's done."
I asked about dinner in a small voice.
...Guess I'm broken.