Lucky Pervert Moment, But the Guilt Overwhelms – The Shock of My Unknown Toothbrush Cup
For a moment, I was thrown off by the existence of my own toothbrush cup that even I hadn't known about, but right next to it were two more cups stacked up. The moment I saw them, I understood everything.
"Oh, there's my sister's too?"
"You'll both be coming over often anyway."
"Right, right. Of course we will. Every time I come, she gives me snacks and stuff."
"Yeah. I'll stock up plenty."
Yeah, that's right. Our house has a dedicated toothbrush for Harang too. Since she'd come over to our place to hang out just as much as we'd drop by here, this made perfect sense. Pushing aside whatever mix of relief and disappointment that was, I washed my hands and stepped out of the bathroom. While washing up, I'd finally let go of the hand she'd been holding—and honestly, that part I regretted.
That slightly cool sensation had felt so damn good.
"Alright~ So, what can I help with? Anything to move...? Nah, nothing left to move, right?"
They must've called a moving service for the actual relocation, so all the boxes were already here. I'd even heard some stuff had been brought over in advance. There were just a few unpacked boxes stacked in one corner of the one-room apartment—that was it. Harang, who always pursued minimalism, didn't have much luggage to begin with. The boxes were probably mostly clothes anyway.
Sure enough, a few garments were spilling out from the top box, and honestly, they looked like underwear, so my eyes drifted over without thinking. I snapped my gaze away in one second flat, though.
My interest in Harang's underwear was overflowing, but I couldn't act on ulterior motives when I'd come to help, and I sure as hell didn't want her seeing me as some pervert. Well, truth be told, all guys are perverts to some degree, so it's unavoidable.
But seriously, what the hell am I doing?
"Is there anything I can help with?"
"……."
"...Nuna?"
"Yeah. There isn't."
"Nuna...!"
I was speechless at how she pondered for a sec and then coolly admitted it. If that's the case, why'd you call me...? I'm thrilled and grateful you did, but I ditched my plans to come over!
It wasn't enough to make me mad, but it did feel a bit absurd. A touch of emptiness, maybe. I considered teasing her with a playful complaint.
"Sorry."
But when Harang turned to me and calmly apologized, I couldn't even joke about it. Honestly, I wasn't sure if there'd ever come a day in my life when I could give her tough love. Her face peeking through those long bangs glowed on its own. No way I could casually mouth off while looking at that.
"It's fine. Might as well hang out since I'm here. Let's grab food together."
"I'll treat you to something tasty for lunch."
"Can it be expensive?"
"Sure."
"Nice~ But you're gonna unpack, right? Really nothing I can help with?"
At my double-check, she started pondering again. After a moment, she glanced back and forth between the neatly folded clothes on the floor and the stacked boxes in the corner, then beckoned me over.
"Let's sort these together."
"Got it. What do I do?"
"Change out of those first. Jeans must be uncomfortable."
"Me? I don't have anything to change into."
"Hold on."
She stood, opened the wall closet, and pulled out a pair of black shorts. She'd already organized a ton before I got here.
"Wear these."
"What? Not yours, I hope."
"Yours. You only wear shorts at home."
"You bought these for me?"
"Yeah. Keep 'em here and wear them whenever you come."
"……."
"What?"
"Nah... thanks. Seriously, thank you."
Stay calm, stay calm. It wasn't the first time she'd bought me clothes. Nothing special about it. She'd just gotten them anticipating my frequent visits.
Still, the resignation and stubbornness I'd clung to for years felt like it was getting utterly shattered in a single day.
Anyway, accepting her kindness, I stood to change into the shorts. She turned slightly and said,
"Go ahead and change. I'll be organizing."
"...Okay."
I'd planned to go to the bathroom, but that meant just swap 'em right here quick...? I watched her casually pull clothes from the box for a bit, then figured I was the idiot making a fuss when she wasn't bothered—so I just changed fast. Takes ten seconds, no big deal.
After switching to shorts and even peeling off my socks, neatly setting the jeans aside, I felt way more comfortable in my cooled-down lower half and settled next to her.
"I'll hang these on hangers, so put 'em in the closet."
"On it~"
And with that, we dove into her unpacking. I'd neatly hang outerwear in the closet, and for anything else, I'd place it where she directed. Stuff she could've done solo, but this way she didn't have to run around as much—had to be a little easier.
"What about your family? They didn't help?"
"They're all at work. No need anyway."
"Makes sense. You really don't have much stuff. Kitchen stuff was moved ahead last time, right?"
"Yeah. While cleaning."
Chatting idly like that, we focused on sorting for about thirty minutes, and soon only one small box remained. Man, I'd expected a mess since she'd just moved in today, but compared to the spacious one-room, her stuff was so minimal that it was already way neater than my own room.
Alright, knock out that last box and take a break. I'm dying to sleep—maybe crash for a bit.
"I'll handle this one myself."
"Huh? Isn't that the last? Let me help so we can finish quick and chill together."
"It's my underwear. Wanna help?"
"I'll rest first then! Good luck, Nuna!"
Underwear's a bit much! With that, no boxes left. She immediately flattened the empties, hauled them outside, and did a quick sweep of the crumbs and dust. I hadn't done jack, but her move was pretty much done. Full-option place, so no appliances brought over. Minus kitchenware, her stuff was 90% clothes and books.
After cleaning, we ordered chicken. I'd joked about something pricey, but with my freeloading track record, my conscience wouldn't let me push it.
Got here around ten, chicken for lunch, and boom—already 2 p.m. By the time I brushed with the toothbrush she'd prepped for me, my fatigue peaked. No joke, I could pass out the second my eyes closed.
"Wanna nap a bit?"
She must've seen how wiped I was and suggested it. Felt weird crashing for a nap after coming to help without doing much, but no way I could make it home in this state. So, rubbing my sleepy eyes, I took her up on it.
"Sorry... stayed up almost all night gaming... I'll just crash on the floor for a bit."
"I'll lay out a blanket."
"Just a pillow's fine..."
"Floor's too hard. Wait."
In my extreme drowsiness, I sat there blankly as she pulled out a blanket, pillow, and a black t-shirt.
"Put this on."
"...Don't tell me this is mine too?"
"Yeah."
"......Thanks."
Her nonstop gifts and the traces of my stuff everywhere left me too drained to react. Just gotta make her birthday special this year—way more than usual. She always blocks me from doing anything nice, buying only for herself.
I stripped off my hoodie, slipped the t-shirt over my undershirt, and lay down obediently on the blanket. It felt incredibly soft and warm, like it was infused with her scent. Wait—could this be her blanket? Smells just like her...
"……."
Eh, whatever. Sleep first. I'm exhausted.
"Sleep well."
-How many hours had passed? No time to think—I bolted upright the instant I opened my eyes. Still groggy and wanting more sleep, but my brain and body remembered I was in Harang's place. Propping up my torso, I checked the time: 6 p.m.
Relieved I hadn't overslept too bad, I turned to look for her. It was a one-room, so if she was home, she'd be visible. No sign at first glance, but I heard faint movement from the bathroom.
She's in there, huh... Whew. Woke up at a weird time—body's so stiff. Still sleepy as hell... I'll crash more at home.
I shook my head to wake up a bit and got up.
"Nngh...!"
Then, stretching languidly while standing—
-Click.
The bathroom door opened. My head naturally turned that way.
Thinking I'd chat with her a bit more before heading home.
But the sight through the half-open door—
"...Ah."
"……."
-SLAM!
Not in the jeans and tee I'd seen before.
"Uwaaaaaah!!!"
-Thud!
A towel wrapped around her hair, barely covering her body with the one in her hand—otherwise, not a stitch on.
"......Gyeol. Mind turning around for a sec?"
"T-Tell me when you're done! I'll just stay like this! Sorry, Nuna!"
"Okay."
She was naked. Realizing that, I dropped to the floor and buried my face in the blanket. She shut the door quick, but I was too panicked to notice.
Crazy, she was showering!! Never even crossed my mind!!
Perfect timing for me to wake up—she must've finished already, no water running, and earlier scan showed nothing messy. When I or my sister shower, clothes litter the bathroom floor. I'd avoid even glancing when Harang showered at our place. So it never occurred to me.
Plus, with me here? Nah.
Thinking about it, her personality—she'd neatly store shed clothes before showering and prep her change-out outfit perfectly. Probably set somewhere near the bathroom, but I hadn't checked closely in my daze!
Wondered why she didn't at least slip on underwear inside, but no good spot. Tiny cabinet, probably full and small.
Even as close friends, seeing her like that(?)—I felt guilt worthy of kowtowing, while her pristine white skin haunted my mind.
Key spots were covered, and I'd slammed my head down the instant I registered, but no excuse.
-Step, step.
Curled up, I heard her emerge again, dressing or tidying towels. About five minutes passed like that.
"Gyeol."
She called my name.