The One Who’s Tried Pranks Does Them Best
I’d heard the saying before: the one who’s tried pranks does them best. Since both of us were new to dating, not much seemed to have changed from before. We still talked like usual and spent time together without any awkwardness. The only real difference was… skinship, I guess? Ever since the confession, our very first meeting had already escalated to a rather sticky kiss. Was that a big deal? Anyway, right now, I was once again engaged in a different kind of skinship with my noona.
“…Noona.”
“Yeah? What is it?”
She had her chin resting on my shoulder and answered with pure innocence. We’d been sitting on the sofa, but she’d naturally slipped behind me and wrapped her arms around me. It wasn’t just that the back hug felt good—there was a slight problem.
“Um…”
Even through our clothes, I could feel the soft, plush sensation. Unlike when she held me lightly, it was now vividly clear.
“…”
I couldn’t bring myself to say that her chest was pressing against my back, so I simply lowered my head. It was embarrassing, but it also felt good.
“What’s wrong?”
“…It’s nothing. Isn’t it uncomfortable for you?”
“Not at all. Do you hate it?”
This time, she pressed herself against me even more deliberately. She seemed to be enjoying it, so I decided I might as well enjoy it too.
“…No.”
“Hehe. Yeonwoo, do you know why you’re so cute?”
“What is it?”
This was something I was genuinely curious about. I felt like I heard it once a day, but since I didn’t know the reason, I had no comeback.
—Fuuu~
Instead of answering, she blew gently into my ear.
“…!”
Goosebumps erupted all over my body and I stiffened slightly. She’d only blown on my ear, yet it felt like she’d traced her hand across my entire body.
“Your reactions are just too cute… Your face looks red right now, doesn’t it?”
“…”
When I glanced at her eyes for a moment, they were clearly filled with desire. The way she traced her fingers across her own lips was downright seductive.
To be honest… or maybe I should just say it plainly. I was simply reacting without any pretense.
“You don’t have to fix it. I tease you because I want to see those reactions. Yeonwoo, you have a really nice body, you know?”
Her hands, which had been gently caressing my body, moved to my stomach.
“…Well, I do work out without skipping days.”
I thought it was pretty average. Maybe some light muscle definition?
“For someone who says that, it feels way better than average?”
“It’s not that great. Do you work out, Noona?”
“I do it whenever I have time. I take care of my health… and I maintain the kind of figure you like.”
“…”
“Don’t you like it?”
At her words, my gaze unconsciously drifted downward. ‘…How could anyone dislike this body?’ If someone asked whether I liked her figure or not, there was only one answer.
“…No. I like it.”
No matter how many times I looked, her body was unreal.
“I like yours too.”
“…”
Even though I was the one constantly being teased and hugged by her, I loved this happy time so much. I reached out and took the hand that was wandering across my stomach.
“Yeonwoo, what do you want to do for our next date?”
“Next date?”
“Yeah. Is there anything you want to do?”
“Going to see the flowers sounds nice.”
“It is about that time.”
Spring was approaching—the season when flowers bloom and fall.
“When it gets a little warmer, want to go camping or something?”
“Camping? Wouldn’t that be difficult?”
“Then glamping?”
“Let’s talk about it later.”
—Chu
Her spending habits seemed expensive, and if I said that, she’d probably offer to pay again, so I lightly kissed her on the cheek.
“Okay.”
She smiled brightly and let it slide. Noona’s weakness was skinship. It was a weakness only I knew about, and only I could exploit. Though honestly, it wasn’t so much a weakness as her simply liking skinship so much that she gave in.
“Do you get hot and cold easily?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Then when it gets warmer, want to go to the beach?”
“The beach sounds good.”
Did that mean I’d get to see her in a swimsuit?
“Next time we go shopping, let’s buy swimsuits too.”
“Okay.”
Just imagining it was nice. As we continued talking, a particular sofa caught my eye.
“By the way, Noona. What’s that?”
“Which one?”
“That sofa over there.”
My finger pointed at the slightly large sofa placed by the window. It was an unusual size—big enough for two people to sit on comfortably.
“Ah, that’s a rocking chair.”
“A rocking chair?”
“Yeah. Want to try sitting on it?”
“Can I?”
“As much as you want.”
Feeling a bit of regret as her arms released me, I walked over and sat down on the rocking chair.
“Whoa.”
The supreme comfort and the way my body sank in deeply. A rocking chair was perfect for healing. It had that unspoken aura of being expensive.
“This is really nice.”
“Is it?”
“Yes. It’s comfortable and feels great.”
Before I knew it, Hari noona had approached and sat on the armrest, looking at me with warm eyes. It seemed like two people could sit together just fine.
“Noona. Sit with me.”
It was less sitting and more like half-lying down.
“Okay.”
Instead of sitting in the remaining space beside me, she naturally settled right on top of my thighs.
“Why?”
“…Nothing. Lean on me. Don’t sit so stiffly.”
“Alright.”
She rested her head against my chest and leaned back at an angle. It was strange how, even though she was completely relying on me, I didn’t feel her weight at all.
“Noona, you’re really light. Like a feather.”
“Really? Then hug me a lot.”
“I will.”
The way she rubbed her head against my chest and acted spoiled was incredibly cute.
“Is it uncomfortable?”
“It feels amazing.”
The way she smiled so purely and bashfully was also too cute. Seeing this side of her—the one who usually teased me so much—sparked a new desire in my heart.
“Noona, you’re really cute.”
The desire to tease her back. I gently wrapped my arms around her waist as she leaned against me.
“Me?”
She went even further, freeing one of my hands and interlocking our fingers.
“Yes. You’re like a baby kitten.”
The way her eyes curved and how she expressed affection made her look exactly like a cat.
“Really?”
“Yes. You’re adorable.”
Without thinking, I stroked her hair once, and she seemed to like it.
“Keep doing it.”
“Huh? Okay.”
With one hand holding hers and the other continuously stroking her hair.
“Noona, you’re acting spoiled too?”
“Only for you.”
“…”
When she smiled with her eyes like that, my heart—which had been quiet all day—began racing again. I wondered when I would ever get used to her seduction and this pounding heartbeat.
I liked closing my eyes in this calm atmosphere. It was just a habit. So while rocking the chair, I rested my head on her shoulder and closed my eyes for a moment.
“Noona, I’m so happy.”
“Hm?”
“I love being like this with you.”
At my sudden words, I heard Hari noona let out a soft laugh.
“Me too.”
At some point, it was no longer me stroking her hair—it was her stroking mine. I nuzzled into her hand because it felt so good, and then—
—Chu
I lifted my head slightly and pressed my lips to her cheek for a longer kiss.
—Click!
“…Huh?”
At the sound of a camera shutter, I opened my eyes to see that Noona had just taken a photo of that exact moment.
“N-Noona?”
“Yeah. Yeonwoo, can I use this as my profile picture?”
“What?”
The photo on her phone captured everything—from her sitting on my lap, our interlocked fingers, my arm around her waist, to me kissing her cheek. Her natural expression and the V-sign she was making made it obvious she had planned to take the picture all along.
“We didn’t have any photos of just the two of us, so I took one. What do you think?”
“Still… using that as your profile picture seems a bit much…”
I had my eyes closed in the photo, but it was still incredibly embarrassing.
“Can’t we take a different one…?”
There was no need for it to be that specific photo. I could pose better and make a better expression right now.
“But I really like this one… Is that not okay?”
She looked at me with wide eyes, as if rejecting her would genuinely hurt her feelings. How could I say no?
“…Do whatever you want.”
“Really? Okay.”
She lifted her phone as if to show me and opened her messaging app. When she scrolled, I caught a glimpse of her friend count—it looked like four digits. Must have been my imagination…?
In an instant, she changed her profile picture and then sent the photo to me.
“…You want me to change mine too?”
“Yeah. Let’s do it together.”
“…Alright.”
It was already too late to refuse. And aside from the embarrassment, it wasn’t that bad.
“…But Noona, you use social media too?”
I didn’t really use SNS except for simple messaging or calls, but I saw the app when she was scrolling through her screen and asked.
“I do use it. Oh, should I post it?”
“No! That’s not what I meant—I was just curious…”
Whether she heard me or not, she showed me her phone and opened her SNS.
“One million? One million followers?”
This time I saw it clearly. She had over a million followers. I knew just how enormous that number was.
“I’m not posting it here. I’ll put it on my personal account. Only my close friends follow that one.”
“…Okay.”
It was embarrassing, but there was also a strange, mixed feeling knowing that this would let people know I was dating Hari noona. ‘…Even her close friends account has three-digit followers.’ I felt like I was going to die of embarrassment.
“Done.”
She clicked a button, and within minutes, notifications started pouring in. When I glanced over, there were already comments and messages asking who it was. I quickly changed my own profile picture too and put my phone away.
“Yeonwoo.”
“Yes, Noona.”
“I love you.”
All my feelings of embarrassment vanished like a candle in the wind at her single confession.
“I love you too.”
They say even a thief learns from experience, but after trying to tease her a little, I ended up getting completely crushed. The one who’s tried pranks really does do them best.