[Baek Seoyeon Has Few Friends]
“Ugh. Su-a-chan, you’re a much bigger lightweight than I thought. Judging by your looks, I figured you could chug straight vodka all night and be totally fine, but how are you already passed out after not even three bottles of soju? If you’d shown even a hint of it on your face, I would’ve cut you off sooner… and you don’t even seem to know your own limit….”
“Su-ah… Su-ah.”
“Ugh….”
Did she really never drink a drop of alcohol in middle or high school? I shook Han Su-a’s shoulder, thinking to myself that it had been a long time since I’d had to play babysitter. But all I got in return was some cute, incoherent babbling that didn’t match her intimidating reputation at all. I pondered what to do, then headed to the counter to settle the bill. Thank goodness I didn’t pick an expensive place just because I trusted Su-a-chan. Seriously.
“…….”
Maybe it was because I’d been watching from a table far away. I’d already confirmed that the gazes I kept feeling from the surrounding tables were just the sexual desires of other men who’d had a bit too much to drink. *Sigh.* I let out a deflating breath and approached Su-a before those guys could try anything stupid to get a feel of those breasts. I don’t know why they’re all the same. Even at the manga cafe earlier today, there was some pervert acting like a passerby while peeking into our room. *Pfft….* Thinking about it that way, Seo Woojin, who didn’t even rape me after I lied to get his attention—but instead just dumped me—feels a bit strange….
Is he actually gay? But then again, he seems to have screwed Su-a-chan plenty, so that makes me resentful too…. I don’t think I’m lacking anything compared to her, except maybe height and money…. I heard Japanese girls are popular in Korea, though….
I wondered if I was a bit tipsy myself as I had these useless thoughts, picking at the remaining butter-grilled squid while trying to wake Su-a-chan up.
“If you don’t wake up, I’m going to touch your chest…?”
“I’m awake….”
“No, no, I mean get up from your seat.”
“…Just a little longer….”
I think I’ve heard “just a little longer” about five times now. It’s true that her squirming around like this is a hundred times better than her throwing some bizarre drunken tantrum, but I didn’t want to wait around here until late at night. If I were as desperate to screw Su-a-chan as Seo Woojin is, that would be one thing, but I want to go home and play with my massage machine. …Anyway.
How am I supposed to get this girl home? I like alcohol, but I don’t like dealing with drunks.
“Su-ah. Can you walk?”
“I can walk….”
“I shouldn’t have asked. You clearly can’t.”
“Ugh….”
“Ugh. Should I just have you wrap your arms around the back of my neck…?”
Come to think of it, when I drank with Seo Woojin last time, I was the one who passed out first and had to be carried. I recalled that memory from around December, when it was even colder than now, and struggled to support Su-a-chan. I put her phone in my handbag just in case she dropped it while holding onto it.
“…Hmm….”
But my outfit, which I’d carefully chosen—not that I have any lingering feelings, mind you, but I do plan on finding a man who’s better at sex, has a bigger dick, is more handsome, and is a bigger piece of shit than him someday—was holding me back. Specifically, the ‘heels’ I was wearing for my height, which barely hits 160cm even on a good day.
“…I shouldn’t have worn these. Ugh….”
I wasn’t used to heels, so my feet were already killing me from just walking around a little… and now I had to support Su-a-chan’s body on top of that. It was hell.
“*Haa….*”
I just needed to get her into a taxi. I opened the taxi app and walked out to the main road, asking Su-a-chan various questions to confirm things.
“You don’t know your address?”
“Yeah….”
“How can you not know your home address…?”
“I don’t really have a reason to use it…. I know the way there, sort of….”
“How do you know the way? Have you been around here before? Then tell the taxi driver….”
“That’s just…. If I focus on my sense of smell for a second….”
“…Sense of smell?”
“Yeah….”
“Are you a dog? Huh? Are you a dog?”
“Ugh….”
She doesn’t even know the address of the studio apartment she lives in. When I asked her to try and remember the name of the building, she just tilted her head. When I asked if there were any famous buildings nearby, she just tilted her head again and muttered, “I don’t know….”
And using that mutant-type sense of smell to find her way home? That only works if you’re walking; it’s useless once you’re in a car. Besides, it’s hard enough because of the exhaust fumes on the road, and compared to a real animal’s sense of smell, her performance is lacking anyway. Even if it were possible, the taxi driver would be incredibly annoyed. *Haa….* There’s no way she has a delivery app installed on her phone, either. In that case, I should just contact Seo Woojin, who would definitely know the address….
“…….”
If I contacted him, he’d probably misunderstand and think I got Su-a-chan drunk just to meet him like this….
“*…Sigh….*”
I let out a deep sigh and called the man who was probably busy working or doing something pointless right now. If I’d been wearing comfortable shoes, I could have carried her on my back, but my feet were hurting too much to support her alone. I didn’t want to do anything that would draw attention, so I figured I needed some help.
“…….”
…Well, while I’m at it. If something beneficial to me happens, even better.
213… What is this?
“Seoyeon-chan…. Ah, right. You said you hated that. Seoyeon. Hi.”
“…….”
“Did you come from working out? Jogging? Ah, did I interrupt your workout routine… or something?”
“…I was on my way home after finishing. Anyway, what is it? Why did you say it was an emergency and tell me to come quickly?”
“As you can see!”
“I’m asking because I don’t know even after seeing it. You crazy…, no. Hmm.”
Crazy bitch. I try to be as careful as possible with my words in public, but why do I want to curse so badly whenever I see her? I swallowed the profanity that was about to spill out automatically and met the gaze of the orange eyes looking at me blankly.
“…….”
Han Su-a. In the past, my only impression of her was vaguely that she was a conglomerate’s daughter and Yozora’s target, but now she’s a girl who first comes to mind as Seo Woojin’s sex partner…. Because she was sitting on a roadside bench that I doubted was properly maintained, with a drunken Han Su-a sitting next to Yozora.
“…Hello.”
“…Ah, yes.”
The thick intoxication was palpable even in that short greeting. And if I focused even slightly on my sense of smell, I could feel the strong scent of alcohol. …As for the culprit, it was obvious without even looking. Yozora, sitting right next to her, grinning with her eyes curved into crescents. She must have been refilling Han Su-a’s glass every time it was empty. Just like she’d done to me a few times.
“Yozora, what on earth did you get her so drunk for?”
“Ahaha…. Actually, I didn’t intend to get her that drunk….”
“You didn’t. Right.”
“She kept drinking everything I poured and toasted with, so I got excited and… I thought she was just good at drinking, you know….”
“*Haa….*”
“And she looks like she can drink well anyway. Su-a-chan.”
She certainly has that impression, but isn’t it a bit wrong to judge people solely by their appearance? I empathized with Han Su-a for a moment, having experienced all sorts of misunderstandings just because I’m a Gumiho. Then, I heard a voice from the quiet Han Su-a, sounding as if she’d realized something. “The… Student Council President… who read something during the freshman orientation…?”
“…Yes. That’s right.”
“…Aha.”
“…….”
Of course, the conversation cut off before it could even reach two sentences, just like before. Even if she’s drunk, she has the capacity to retrace her memories, but it seems difficult for her to have a long conversation with someone.
“Anyway, as you can see, it’s an emergency because there’s no one to take my cute Su-a-chan home.”
“…What kind of bullshit is that? You can just take her home yourself.”
“Nope. She doesn’t know her address, so I can’t call a taxi, and I have to walk because she has to find her way by smell.”
“And you want me to do that?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“That’s something you could do yourself, not necessarily me….”
“I can’t even if I want to. Today, I am…. Ta-da~ I’m wearing heels~”
“…….”
The thought that “emergency” was indeed bullshit passed by quickly. In fact, I’d expected it to be nothing from the start. Just that she was probably fighting with a drunk person over something trivial?
“Did you wear heels instead of slippers to meet a friend?”
“Something like that? I’ve been drinking like a total bum lately…. Anyway, my feet hurt, so I can’t walk anymore.”
“…So, if I help you take Han Su-a to her house, that’s it?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“*…Haa….*”
At least she knows roughly what she looks like. Then why did she go to the bar in a t-shirt and slippers like usual when she was drinking with me? That thought crossed my mind, but I grumbled only to myself because it felt petty to say it out loud.
“You’ve been listening well lately, so you can do at least this much, right?”
“…I got it, so go quickly. My head already hurts from talking to you for a few minutes.”
“I can’t go until the taxi comes, you idiot. If your head hurts, take Su-a-chan and go first. She probably lives around the academy, so it won’t be that far.”
“…….”
If it’s around the academy, I’d arrive in about 10 minutes if I walked from here. Even considering her sluggishness from being drunk, 30 minutes should be enough. I’d arrive home a little late, but… whatever. It’s not like I have anything urgent to do. However, I let out a sigh loud enough for Yozora to hear because she was so annoying for not wanting to lose a single word, then I pulled the zipper of the jumper I was wearing up to my mouth and held out my hand to Han Su-a.
“…Which way should we go? Student Su-a.”
“…Pfft. Calling me ‘Student Su-a’ makes you sound like an old man. I’m a junior by two years, so why don’t you just drop the formalities?”
“Keep your mouth shut. You.”
“So you were friends….”
“No. It’s too far to call us friends, and it’s a bit too close to just say we’re acquaintances. How could I be friends with someone like Yozora?”
“Uh…. I’m friends with Yozora….”
“…I’m a third-year, and she’s a first-year. That’s what I meant.”
“Aha…. …Ah, but how did you drop the formalities…? It’s not a 1-year difference, it’s a 2-year difference….”
“A 2-year difference…?”
“Yes. …Because you’re a third-year, and I’m a first-year….”
“Ah, I, I, I never asked her to. She’s Japanese-style, so she just dropped the formalities on her own.”
“Hmm…. That’s strange…. Is there something like that in Japan….”
“…….”
I thought she was shy…, but maybe it was because she was sweetly drunk. Or maybe this is her true self. Han Su-a was a person who talked more than I thought. Among other things, she was a person who asked a lot of random questions. She suddenly said my blue-white hair was pretty, so I thought it was an awkward compliment to break the ice, but then she suddenly asked what perfume I used, saying it wasn’t shampoo smell but perfume smell that was good. Personally, it’s a type I slightly dislike. That’s because I’ve been suffering for a year because of a certain second-year male student who treats the student council room sofa like his own, and it’s still ongoing. But just because of that, I can’t tell a stranger I don’t know well to stop asking questions, can I? Above all, if it’s Han Su-a,
“Ah, I got a call…. Ma’am….”
“…….”
“Yes, I’m in front of my house now…. I drank with a friend…. Ehehe….”
As the eldest daughter of the Hanseol Group, she’s not someone who would be a loss to build a connection with. I thought it would be good to at least get to know her through today’s events. I drew a rough picture of the future and followed Han Su-a’s directions, turning right around the building. After walking for about 5 minutes,
“If you turn left here, my house comes out…. Hehe….”
Even I, who doesn’t have much confidence in my sense of smell, could feel it roughly, so it seemed we had almost arrived. I felt like the building just a few steps away was Han Su-a’s….
“…….”
“…….”
It seemed to be her house. A visitor was waiting in front of it.
“Oh? Teacher…?”
Seo Woojin.
“You said you were busy until tomorrow…. What are you doing here…?”
“I saw your KakaoTalk earlier and you seemed very drunk, so I came. If you hadn’t ignored my text, I wouldn’t have had to ask the lady at your house where you went.”
“…Ah. You’re really here…. I’m sorry….”
“Forget it. I saw with my own eyes that you’re fine.”
The man Yozora still keeps in her heart while pretending not to care. The man who had a relationship with Han Su-a while seeing Yozora. By my standards, a piece of trash.
“…Did you bring her here?”
“…Yes.”
“How come? I assumed you were drinking with Yozora.”
“It’s a long story…. It’s true that I drank with Yozora, and she said she couldn’t walk because she wore heels today, so I supported her.”
“Heels? Yozora?”
I was looking at such a man from a distance where I could easily reach him if I just stretched out my arm, but as expected, I felt nothing. It was the same as when I deliberately tried to talk to him while running along the riverbank last time. Because Gumiho are erotic. All 8 previous Gumiho recorded in history, whether male or female, without exception, loved erotic things. I stood in front of Seo Woojin with that thought, but I felt nothing.
“…She says her feet hurt and never wears heels, even if she dies.”
“…….”
“Anyway, thank you. …It seems you live your life being swayed by Yozora too.”
“…Forget it.”
Han Su-a, who doesn’t seem to have any intention of hiding what kind of relationship they have, perhaps because she’s drunk. Seo Woojin, who seems to have thought I’d know anyway, naturally takes her from me and pulls her into his arms with one arm. Even though he talks to her affectionately, as if conscious of Han Su-a next to him, unlike his usual indifferent attitude when they are alone. I felt nothing. A reasonably handsome man. I could feel that much of an impression, but… I couldn’t bring myself to have a shameful reaction like Yozora, who is crazy about sexual desire, even if I tried to bring it out myself. As Yozora said, maybe there’s a Gumiho-only radar. Something like, if I stand in front of a man with a big dick and who is good at sex, my heart will tremble and I’ll want to seduce him. Something like that. But looking at the results, it seemed impossible to find a man of Yozora’s taste in that way.
“…I’ll be going now. It’s late.”
Well, it was a natural thing. The idea that a Gumiho is necessarily more erotic than an ordinary person is just their own sex fantasy that perverts talk about among themselves.
“…….”
…I did a stupid thing. Truly.