Hyeji's Tearful Truce and Jiyeong's Midnight Intrusion
After all that happened, she's touching me again? Long story short, Jo Ayoung failed.
Clink. Clink.
The only sound at the dinner table was the faint clatter of dishes.
For our house, this dinner was unusually quiet.
"……."
Everyone was glancing at Song Jiyeong, holding their breath, moving their hands carefully.
Fortunately, she didn't seem interested in making a big scene.
Even after the others arrived, she neither exploded in anger nor spilled the beans about what happened with Ayoung—just quietly ate her meal.
But she was radiating fury like crazy.
"Hey, what happened?"
Kang Yena whispered in my ear.
Her acting this cautious was proof things were serious.
Song Jiyeong shot her a sharp glare as she leaned toward me.
She seemed pissed at every moment I interacted with any girl.
"…I'll tell you later."
That was all I said for now.
Then I stretched my foot under the table and nudged Jo Ayoung's leg.
Handle it yourself. What the hell is this?
She looked up at me.
Rare expression for her—full-on pouty face.
She'd tried her best, but it hadn't worked.
Scolding Jo Ayoung with that look on her face felt kinda cruel.
"Wuung. Why's the vibe like this? Jiyeong, did Eunseong and Ayoungi do something wrong?"
And then there was the one person who couldn't stand this atmosphere.
Jeong Hyeji went straight for the direct approach.
That's my Hyeji. You're the only one.
Song Jiyeong ignored her, picking up some kimchi with her chopsticks.
"What? Jiyeong's ignoring me!"
Hyeji stared at her in shock.
And then... she unleashed her ultimate weapon.
"Euuu... Wuuwuu…."
Tears welled up in her eyes in an instant.
Her head was a flower field—unshakable in most situations—but when it came to friendships, she had the glassiest mentality in the world.
Ignored, she immediately burst into tears, clinging to Song Jiyeong to express her hurt.
"Jiyeong hates me. I did something wrong, Jiyeong, wuuwuu. Don't hate me."
Tears streaming down, she latched onto Song Jiyeong's arm.
Song Jiyeong must've realized she couldn't just brush this off, so she answered quietly.
"It's not because of you, so don't cry."
"Then why? Is it Eunseong and Jiyeong? Right? Don't fight. Friends shouldn't fight."
"…We didn't fight."
"Then make up! Shake hands, hug, and say you love each other! Okay?"
What kind of kindergarten solution was this?
The emotional rift wasn't resolved—how would a forced hug fix anything?
But Hyeji in this state was unstoppable.
Already a tear-soaked mess, she wouldn't let go until she saw us all buddy-buddy right in front of her.
Crying, whining, nagging with those eyes until she witnessed the scene she wanted—that was Hyeji in full menhera meltdown mode.
And Song Jiyeong was one of the very few who bent to Hyeji like this.
Song Jiyeong's personal cheat key, for real.
She turned to Jo Ayoung with a helpless look and apologized.
"Jo Ayoung. Sorry for snapping earlier."
"No, no, I'm the one who's sorry for hiding it. I'll tell you everything honestly in the room later. Okay?"
Song Jiyeong shifted her gaze to Hyeji.
"Happy now?"
"Yeah, friends should always get along."
Seeing Hyeji's satisfied face, Song Jiyeong set down her spoon and stood up.
"Wait, Jiyeong."
Hyeji grabbed her.
Song Jiyeong turned back with a questioning look.
"What? We made up."
"No, not with Eunseong."
Song Jiyeong glared at me.
Way sharper than when she'd apologized to Ayoung.
Most of her grudge was aimed at me, unfairly.
"…He's not a friend. Just a shuttle."
"That's not okay. What era is this? Hurry up and make up."
It stung that even Hyeji didn't deny my shuttle days.
"That's gonna be tough."
"Then... I'll make you. Follow my lead."
Hyeji stood up, came to my side, and hugged my head tight.
Soft sensation against my cheek.
"Eunseong, I love you~ Like this."
"…The line's weird. Why not 'sorry'?"
Song Jiyeong looked at me with contempt.
Why me? I didn't ask for this.
"This makes all these fluffy feelings bubble up from your heart. Makes you wanna hug tight and shower with affection, right?"
Hyeji kept hugging me, swaying side to side, smothering my head in her chest.
Yeah. Feels good. Positive vibes toward Hyeji surging.
"See? Even Eunseong's smiling."
"…Just kill me."
"Whyy! Eunseong's sweet, so no need to worry."
"Do you even know what he did?"
Silence fell at Song Jiyeong's words.
Even Jo Ayoung couldn't hide her expression—face gone pale.
This was heading straight to full exposure.
I wanted to avoid that at all costs.
"Hold on, Hyeji."
I pulled my head from her plush chest.
The warm softness vanished, leaving a brief pang of regret—but not the time.
"I'll talk to Jiyeong. We'll be buddies again, so just wait a bit."
"Wuung. Okay. If Eunseong says so, I'll trust you."
When did she start trusting me this much?
Was this really the same girl who exposed my embarrassing secret just days ago?
Anyway, thanks to Hyeji, the house tension eased a little.
"Me, with you? Ha. Bullshit."
Song Jiyeong spat that and headed to the air purifier.
Weeeeeeng——
I stood up too, hearing the purifier scream louder than usual.
"Figure it out yourselves. I hate this gloomy vibe. If it really doesn't work, tell me."
Kang Yena murmured after quietly watching.
Yeah, I'll try my best, and if it fails, go to her. She'd fix it somehow.
Knowing she had my back eased my mind a bit.
After dinner, Yena smartly dragged Hyeji to her room.
Leaving me, Jo Ayoung, and Song Jiyeong in the living room.
A three-way standoff.
Mission: untangle the misunderstanding and move things forward.
Not much of a misunderstanding, really.
"So, is Jo Ayoung telling the truth?"
I glanced at Jo Ayoung as Song Jiyeong spoke.
How much had she said?
Jo Ayoung just nodded quietly.
What does that mean? We're not the eye-contact soulmate type.
Leaving it to me?
"Yeah, she wanted to see it, so I showed her."
"…She begged on her knees to touch it once?"
"…."
I looked at Jo Ayoung again.
She was rubbing her hands together like praying.
This perv bitch acting all high and mighty.
"That... isn't exactly wrong."
She did kneel and beg to touch—but hey, not a total lie.
"Haa—"
Song Jiyeong let out a long sigh.
She habitually went for her vape, then remembered the purifier was far and pocketed it.
Because of Ayoung? She'd smoked in front of me fine.
"This is insane. Since when?"
"Huh? After Hyeji said that... thing the other day."
"No, fuck. I figured that much."
Then?
I tilted my head, confused, and she grimaced like she'd seen something gross before continuing.
"Since when have you seen us that way?"
What?
That way? Like, sexually?
Since when? From the first time I saw you seven years ago? Or when I started living with Yena two years back?
Her unexpected question left me gaping blankly at her.
"Loser. You definitely didn't have those feelings for us, right?"
"What? I'm not gay—how could I not?"
"No, fuck, then how'd you live with us for two years without showing it once?"
Even Jo Ayoung gawked at her.
Right? I'm not the weird one?
What the hell is she saying?
"Why'd you think that? Maybe I showed it more than I thought."
"Yeah, the chupdeok showed it tons."
"Fuck, no way."
Song Jiyeong finally couldn't hold back and lit her vape.
Suuuuuuck.
She inhaled so deeply it mirrored her turmoil.
Fuuuuu. "Two years thinking of us sexually... and never once laid a hand?"
"Touching without permission's a crime."
"Fuck, don't all guys do that? Get horny and pound like animals."
I couldn't follow this conversation at all.
What kind of creature did she think men were?
Rapists who force themselves on housemates when aroused?
"How could I do that to you guys? I just handled it solo."
"Yeah, Jiyeong. Eunseong's not like that."
Jo Ayoung was so shocked she defended me by name.
First time in six years knowing her.
That showed how earth-shattering this was.
"……."
Song Jiyeong just vaped in silence.
Her dazed eyes screamed massive shock.
In her mind, men were beasts committing sex crimes when horny, and she figured me and Ayoung's thing was me forcing or threatening her?
Is that why she hated men so much?
This was 21st-century sex ed in Korea...?
"Songzzi... are you, like."
Jo Ayoung recovered from the shock and gently voiced what I couldn't.
Yeah, ask if she's an idiot. She'd blow up if I did.
"A virgin?"
Of course, our crazy bitch wasn't that easy.
Is that what you ask now?
She stared at Jo Ayoung in disbelief.
Jo Ayoung, sensing the weird turn, twinkled her sulky eyes back to playful mischief.
"…Fuck off, who're you calling virgin."
She scowled hard and took a deep drag on her vape.
So frantic the juice burned out—coil sizzling.
Why'd she even dignify that crap?
Forgot for a sec amid her tough act—she was just a middle-school hardhead too.
Her face flushed red, not matching her angry expression.
"Uh-huh, got it. So hating men was all fake, and you've got tons of experience?"
"Shut up with the bullshit. Pissing me off. Anyway, got it. Fuck around or whatever—just don't let the others find out!"
As Jo Ayoung sidled up slyly, Song Jiyeong bolted up and dashed to her room.
The storm passed anticlimactically.
My brain couldn't process what just happened.
"Hehe~ This got fun. Whatcha think?"
"…Head hurts. No clue what's going on."
"What else? Our man-hating ice princess Songzzi's actually a zero-sex-knowledge virgin. Like some chupdeok doujin where she falls for you hard, right?"
Jo Ayoung grinned, summing it up gleefully as she stood.
"This is gonna be hilarious. Wonder how Songzzi'll react to your extra-large monster cock? Can't wait~"
Looked like Song Jiyeong had a weakness exposed to Jo Ayoung.
Again—don't piss her off most. Her new-toy face was terrifying.
***
Conveniently, no work shift that day.
Rehashing the brutal dinner chaos till late, I sighed in relief and finally slept.
Maybe because of it—I had a nightmare.
Song Jiyeong tossing me out, Yena raging, Hyeji crying and throwing a fit.
I wandered the streets alone, kicked from home.
Wait, why me? It's my house.
So unfair.
"Hey, chupdeok, isn't this great?"
I was in a motel, getting a handjob from Jo Ayoung.
Compared to last dream, dialogue and expressions leveled up big time.
Sensation on my dick felt way weaker, though.
Jo Ayoung's skills weren't this meh. Was my brain failing to recreate real memories?
Feeling off, I tossed and turned awake.
"Mm."
Rustle.
The sound from below gave me déjà vu.
No way. After all that, sneaking in to touch again?
How dick-obsessed is this girl?
I flung the blanket off—a small scream.
"Kyaa."
Not Jo Ayoung's voice.
In the dark, gripping my dick with a flushed face...
The one who'd shocked me into nightmares.
"F-fuck, why'd you wake up, asshole."
"…Song Jiyeong?"
Why the hell are you here?