Mesugaki and Booze
"Ha, ha... Is this a win or what...?"
I'd just woken up like usual, showered, and was getting ready for work. My company was pretty chill, though, so I had a ton of time left. Figured I'd head out early, grab some breakfast, and kill two birds with one stone.
I wonder if Jaejun's up by now?
Imagining him clutching his head and groaning from last night's booze made him seem kinda cute.
Hmm... His wallet was pretty empty yesterday. If I offer to buy breakfast, he'll love it, right?
Yesterday was the perfect chance to mess with Jaejun all I wanted, but I held back. Couldn't risk a lifetime of happiness for a quick thrill. I'm no ice queen—hell yeah I wanted to—but for the future, I had to endure. A little pain now for eternal bliss. That's my mantra from school days, buried in books. It got me into a big corp back then; it'll work now too.
Start friendly, check on her well-being. She just read it, so reply soon.
Huh? Kinda cold response. Hungover bad, dragging this morning?
Sweet enough. I'm Korea's sweet big-sis type—in short, a total han-nyeo, Park Jaeyeon. He'll bite; loves food, no way he says no.
Turning it down? C'mon... I make decent cash; most guys wouldn't. Jaejun's not your typical dude, huh?
"Don't turn it down... This should work."
Hoping he'd accept my kindness, I sent a thoughtful reply. Jaejun's too nice for his own good. Normally, he'd just tag along, chow down, say "yum" and call it a day—win-win.
His icy words hit like a truck—head spinning, dizzy. What? Did I do something weird yesterday? I walked him home... slipped a hand in his pocket, kissed his sleeping lips. That's it, right? Wait, is that the problem? But he was out cold.
Cold sweat down my back.
Was he awake when I kissed him? Sneaking a smooch wasn't enough—groped that hard spot in his pocket too? If he reported that, I'd be dragged off by some posun auntie already. Sexual harassment charge? Nah... Jaejun wouldn't rat me out.
Rape? I just kissed and bounced... Misunderstanding something? Simple words, but my brain kicked into overdrive—serious shit. Spinning scenarios, plotting the smoothest fix.
Aha, just guessing? Not sure, then.
Seeing him accuse based on shaky info? Solution clicked. Lipstick was an oopsie, clothes got loose carrying him—boom, done. Never saw him naked, never belly-to-belly.
"Cute... So he's been trembling, thinking I raped him this whole time?"
Adorable. Like raising a hamster. And now, his mistake makes him feel guilty toward me. If I'd groped him drunk, he'd see me as the predator. But now? Sorry sis who got falsely accused. Skipped the yas yesterday, and boom—pure love route unlocked, no booze needed.
Explained it all; no reply from Jaejun.
"If you miss someone~ you'll meet someday!"
Phone rang. Unknown number—Jaejun's? We're streamer-viewer; he had my digits, not vice versa.
"If it's him... save it quick~ Hello? Jaejun?"
"N-Nuna...! D-Did you really not... jump me yesterday?"
"Hmm... Check the sheets or trash yet?"
Silence. Didn't even verify properly... So pure. Made me feel good knowing I stole his first kiss.
"Jaejun? Hey? Nothing to say? I'm hurt..."
"Sorry, nuna...! I'm so sorry! Bowing on the floor right now!"
Still... apology needs compensation. I got mentally scarred as the rapist too.
"Ahem... Wanna grab food with me?"
"Food?"
"Nuna's got no friends, so... you'll join, right?"
"Of course! Gotta!"
Legal meal now. Won't easily say no to future invites—today's guilt trip ensures it. Slowly, ever so slowly, get him hooked on my favors. Can't live without me.
Savory delusions as I head to his place. Close to mine—lucky.
"Hurry... hurry... Done!"
Not picking cute clothes—just the least ratty ones. Cheap stuff stretches fast... Earn big, buy quality first.
Ten minutes post-call. Head out, wait outside.
I went hard, but food settles it... Best nuna ever. Gotta repay her someday.
"Jaejun, where you off to?"
"Ah..."
Snuck out quiet, but there she was—Choi Jaehee, waiting. Book instead of smokes today. Sweating buckets in the sun—what for?
"So, where?"
"Grabbing food with a friend."
"Girl?"
"Yeah."
Her prying grated. Why butt into my life? Pretending to read, but eyes on my legs, gut. Gross.
That morning's rape-panic revulsion—now from her. Kinda get why fems whined about "gaze rape" back home. Beyond scanning—sticky stare bugs me.
"Gonna head out~."
"Wasn't waiting for you? Chat a bit longer."
"Why?"
"Bored."
What a piece of work. Instinct screamed: stay away. Hate being alone with her.
"Jaehee nuna's too boring; don't wanna hang."
"Huh? What?"
"One more time: nuna's dull, always leering like a perv~."
Stress boiled over—mesugaki mode slipped out. I control it usually, but bad vibes trigger it. Uncomfy, but refreshing.
"Heojep~ perv lady~."
"You, what'd you just say to nuna...!"
She raises a fist, steps close.
"Jaejun?"
Familiar voice from behind—teasing Jaehee to vent, perfect timing.
"Jaeyeon nuna!"
"Hm? Jaejun?"
Hid behind Jaeyeon nuna.
Dumb bitch. Can't take Jaeyeon nuna? Size diff obvious—pffft.
Covering my mouth, giggling behind her. Ultimate shield: Sa-chuk Nureongi complete.