Relationships (6)
"Um, Teacher? Ah, no. It’s not that I want to do it again or anything. It’s just that I think I twisted my ankle a little earlier. No, no. You don’t need to assign a friend to help me. I can go by myself. It’s not like it’s completely sprained, it just stings a little every time I walk. Yes. I’ll come right back here after the treatment. …. …Uh, I’m just asking in case, but what if there are other people in the infirmary right now? If I have to wait, the timing might get a bit awkward… …Ah. Yes, yes. Thank you. Teacher."
The treatment was over. The current patient was a man who had come in wearing rags that looked like a shredded gym uniform, as if he’d been beaten up in a group assault somewhere. What was immediately visible were bruises all over his back and shoulders, along with lacerations and contusions. Well, I suppose he must have been training hard somewhere. Honestly, I had no interest in it. If he were a regular person, I would have told him, "You should have gone to a funeral home instead of here," and sent him off with a smile after some trivial small talk.
The treatment was over. The current patient was a female student who had come to the infirmary with a swollen right arm, as if the bone in her wrist had cracked. Her face wasn't bad. In other words, it wasn't particularly good either. I wasn't sure about her figure. Whether she liked wearing oversized clothes or there was some other reason, the pink-lined gym uniform was wrinkled and crumpled, hiding her body. I stared at her for a long time, wondering if she might be one of the promising future heroes, but perhaps that was burdensome. I could only see her flinching and avoiding my eyes. She wasn't a face I remembered. In summary: Rejected.
After finishing the treatment, I sent her off with a smile, just like the one before.
"Thank you…."
"No problem. It’s my job."
After that, various people came and went from the infirmary. A male student who thankfully just exchanged light greetings and left without a word after getting treated. A female student who knocked on the infirmary door with an injury that made me think, *You came for just this?* And even a teacher who wasn't a student, claiming they got hurt during class. I greeted them all with a smile and sent them back with a smile.
Of course, it wasn't because I had some saintly thought like, *I love healing someone who's hurt.*
One: Proper image making.
Two: …Because it reduces the probability of being interrupted by nuisances. It feels good.
"Come in."
Knock, knock. As I closed my laptop at the sound of the knocking, a familiar face peeked halfway through the crack of the infirmary door. Pure white hair, completely different from her sister's. But the more I looked, the more I saw the exact same deep green eyes as her sister. Lee Jiyoon, staring straight at me with those pretty eyes. After engaging in a staring contest for a while, she started looking around the inside of the infirmary instead of walking in.
…I don't know. Her actions are strangely cute. Maybe it's because they're sisters, but I feel like I see Lee Hayoon overlapping with her.
"What are you doing there? Aren't you coming in?"
"…Is there… no one else?"
"No one. And why does that matter? You said you wanted me to treat your headache, right?"
"…."
Actually, it *does* matter. If there were people around, I couldn't do strange things with you. But having sex as soon as we meet, or telling you to get lost because I'm satisfied—that's the same as how I used to treat the practice *onaholes*. I did that with them because there was no need to waste my emotions on them. But you... you have to be treated specially. So you don't break easily. So you can break down step by step. Specially.
"Not wearing your school uniform today?"
"…Have you never seen a gym uniform before? You said a lot of patients come to the infirmary. There’s no way you haven’t seen one until now."
"It’s not that I’ve never seen one. It just suits you well."
"……."
"Ah, did you wear it once before? …Or was it Hayoon-noona who wore it…."
"…Forget it, you idiot."
I had been sitting with my chin in my hand, acting annoying, but when I grinned at the curse word from Lee Jiyoon—which I felt like I hadn't heard in a while—she slipped through the door and closed it carefully. Judging by the sound, it didn't seem like she locked it completely. If she had come here with the full intention of doing it, she would have either locked the door openly or quietly so I wouldn't notice. It seems she didn't have that much in mind. Still, she must think it’s not right for strange noises to be heard from a locked infirmary. …Unlike you, your sister used to make plenty of cute noises while having sex in here. Ah. If I drop a hint about this later after we progress further, maybe she’ll start by locking the door as soon as she comes in next time.
I continued, enjoying the pleasant imagination.
"Don't just stand there, sit here."
"……."
There was no reply, so I worried she might be offended, but fortunately, when I gently pushed the chair in front of me, she walked over and sat down. She usually felt like a cat, but between peeking through the door earlier and being so obedient today, she felt a bit like Lee Hayoon. Should I call her a dog-cat? Of course, she doesn't wag her tail like Lee Hayoon, but I like this too. The way someone who usually acts prickly moves so actively.
If this weren't the infirmary, I might have seen her begging me to wash up quickly, or crying out like a kitten to just take off her clothes without washing. …Or perhaps I might have seen her silently taking off the condom I’d painstakingly put on, after glancing at me. It’s a little disappointing.
"So, what brings you here today, student Lee Jiyoon?"
"…A headache. You know that."
"…Really?"
"…."
"Does your head hurt? Right now?"
"…."
When I asked with a grin, Lee Jiyoon wrinkled her brow even more. Because I burst into laughter while making eye contact with her, I got a 'Jiyoon-kick' to the shin. Of course, there’s a low probability that it really hurts. But if she had really beaten those low odds, wouldn't a response like, "Then would it be fake, you idiot?" have popped out when I asked if it was real? But since she was busy fidgeting with her fingers without a word even after I asked again… I missed her immature, child-like expression of affection. I playfully closed the distance.
"Looks like you wanted to skip class with me, Lee Jiyoon."
Even though I already knew everything. Even though *you* were the one who made the excuse of a 'headache' via KakaoTalk first. I pulled the chair and bumped my shoe tips against Jiyoon’s.
"But what do I do? I get paid to work here."
"…."
"If I get fired from here, are you going to raise me?"
"You have so much money, though…. Damn it…."
"That’s a prejudice. A prejudice. Do you think all healers are rich? You saw me living in a studio apartment yesterday, right?"
"Yesterday…."
Since the opportunity arose, I mentioned yesterday's events for no reason and stared straight at Lee Jiyoon with a blooming smile. What kind of expression would you make? If it were the Jiyoon I usually knew, I’d think… she would just get angry, saying she was embarrassed for no reason. Then, in what way would it be fun to play with you? Should I see your reaction by just hugging you without a word? Or should I see your reaction by mentioning the bad things we did yesterday one by one?
Lee Jiyoon, whom I was looking at with such thoughts, was:
"……."
Just red. She was avoiding my gaze with her cheeks dyed red. As if she were remembering what happened last night.
"Jiyoon-ah."
"…What."
"Your face is incredibly red. Right now."
"W-what do you want me to do…."
Lee Jiyoon, who had only been fidgeting with her fingers until now, pulled her right hand up to her chest. Then, she grabbed the zipper of the gym uniform dangling under her chin and pulled it up to cover her face. …Even so, all she could cover was her lower jaw, so her cheeks and ears were all visible. Really, the way she acts today is exactly like her sister. It’s driving me crazy.
"…Hey, Seo, Seo Woojin."
"Why?"
Maybe it would be better if I went and locked the door right now. While I was tapping my fingers on the desk, contemplating, Lee Jiyoon, who was still clutching her zipper, spoke up cautiously.
"…Yesterday. You know."
"Yeah."
It was a voice much more subdued than usual. A voice that didn't feel like the cold or blunt impressions I felt when dealing with Lee Jiyoon. …Just the fact that Lee Jiyoon was mumbling in front of me with a flushed face, just that alone was enough to make blood rush to my cock little by little.
"We… did it, right? We… a lot."
"Yeah."
"A lot…, that, a lot…. ……When we had…. sex."
"…."
"The things you said to me. Do you remember?"
"It’s not like we were incredibly drunk, so why wouldn't I remember?"
"Then, that…."
Lee Jiyoon's voice, which had been flowing out little by little, cut off for a moment. And then, one word. Staring blankly at my face, she loosened the gym uniform that had become stiff from covering her lips and asked the question.
"…Do you. Like me?"
*****
"…Do you. Like me?"
"…."
"You were the one who said it first when we were having s…ex. If you liked me too…."
Thump. Thump. Thump.
I pressed my wrist hard against my heart, which seemed to be saying, *I’m just going to burst*, and spoke.
Do you like me? The words themselves aren't particularly strange. It’s just…, I don't know…. It’s just a phrase to confirm the other person's feelings. It’s something someone who’s frustrated in a ticklish 'some' relationship might blurt out first, or something you might say after going out to meet someone alone because they asked, before they can launch into a long speech.
However.
If the other person is your sister's boyfriend.
The meaning changes slightly. Furthermore, if you’re already in a relationship where you’ve had plenty of sex with that person behind your sister's back.
The meaning becomes a bit dangerous.
"Yeah. I like you."
"…."
And if that person confesses that they like their girlfriend's younger sister.
Ah, it was a misunderstanding…. A futile conclusion like that is impossible. Damn it…. It meant you like sex, sex…. A foolish, nonsensical excuse like that is also impossible. Y-you never said that? …Ah, it’s okay. I thought I misheard too…. A wishy-washy deflection like that is also impossible. The meaning is too dangerous for any of that.
"In the first place, there’s no way I’d have sex with a woman I don't like, you idiot."
"Ah. A-ah…."
However, perhaps the fresh atmosphere from earlier was better than having that dangerous conversation seriously. Seo Woojin, still wearing a playful smile, poked my forehead with his index finger and spoke.
"I already had a crush on you to begin with, but you seduced me with your strange tricks, saying you’d teach me how to have sex, so I ended up getting seduced. Are you happy now?"
"T-tricks, you say…. I didn't exactly do it with that intention…."
"You tied your hair up, imitated Hayoon-noona, wore her clothes, and gave me a *sumata* with your thighs—if that’s not a trick, what is, you idiot? Plus, you even sucked my cock carefully, saying it was 'saliva application'."
"That’s because you kept acting like a virgin in front of my sister, so it was frustrating…!"
"So because it was frustrating, you gave your virginity to your sister's boyfriend?"
"…."
"Didn't you have feelings for me too?"
"…."
Seeing a strong denial as an affirmation is a logic full of forced reasoning, but long silences are usually an affirmation. I’m not saying that based on psychological experiment results or anything…. It’s just that I’ve had that happen a lot in my life…. For example, a situation like this. Yes.
"*Sigh*…. Never mind. It’s not like you’ve only lied once or twice. You’ve been full of lies from then until now."
"…."
"If you’re too embarrassed to answer directly, put your hand here. If it’s Yes, your right hand. If it’s No, your left hand."
"…Where should I put it…."
"Right in front of you. I’ve already held my hand out."
"…Ah."
When I returned my gaze, which had been scanning every corner of the infirmary out of embarrassment, back to its place, I finally saw Seo Woojin holding his hand out to me. …But I don't know. I know this is one of the natural postures, but the way he held his hand out with his palm facing up… doesn't it feel exactly like he’s treating a puppy, not a person? Putting my hand on this obediently is a bit…. It’s not great. A pervert like Lee Hayoon might actually like this, but for a normal woman, the first thing she feels is resistance.
"…Seo Woojin."
"Yeah."
"Right hand is Yes? …Is that right?"
"Yeah. If you want to change it, tell me. I don't care if your left hand is Yes."
"You idiot. Why would I change that…."
…Let’s endure it. This isn't a big deal, it’s just a coincidence. Seo Woojin probably didn't hold it out with that intention either. Hmm, hmm. I pushed away the dirty thoughts that kept popping up—perhaps because I’d been masturbating too much lately—and slowly started to move my right hand, which had been tightly clutching the gym uniform zipper.
That was when it happened.
"Um…."
"Ah, Noona."
"…!"
"W-when you say Noona…. …Ah, it was Jiyoon…."
"…."
It was when my sister, who was covered in sweat from whatever she had been doing until just now, appeared without even knocking. It was right then that I, who had been hesitating, immediately withdrew my right hand that had briefly touched Seo Woojin’s hand.