Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Jack Daniel's Nightmare
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I slowly laid out the idea I'd come up with for Yi Ju-ha.
But even as I talked, something felt off.
Thinking about it, why the hell was I even telling her this?
This was her job to figure out, so why was I brainstorming ideas and spelling them out...?
Suddenly, reality hit me mid-sentence, but I finished explaining anyway.
Was it because I was grateful she'd covered my debt?
Or maybe because I didn't want her hounding me about poker and telling me to earn it off?
Or just pity for her being broke and whining about it?
I had no idea.
Maybe this nosy meddling was total loser behavior...
Or maybe I'd been playing Texas Hold'em too long and lost my mind...
Anyway, lately on OnlyFans, violent stuff was trending.
But I wasn't about to get violent myself, so maybe the reverse—you treating me roughly—would go over big.
You can't just film randomly without thought; it needs some unique flair...
"Hm..."
Yi Ju-ha's reaction was lukewarm.
Was it because her first video had bombed so hard?
Hard to tell if she'd lost interest or if the poker thing had killed her motivation—it was ambiguous.
...Did I butt in for nothing?
"Ah—whatever."
I'd forgotten.
These delinquents had zero attention span.
They'd get hyped at first, bursting with excitement, then suddenly fizzle out and slump.
What should we do!? What should we do!? turns into Ah, fuck, too annoying... let's just smoke.
If the video had blown up from the start, maybe...
But the shitty views had probably tanked her interest right away.
That's why she'd gone back to poker.
"Ah, but I said I'd send one more video... ah—."
Send more?
Oh... probably told that senior who edits for her to shoot and send another one.
But with no money coming in, she looked super annoyed now.
"This is such a pain..."
Yi Ju-ha sprawled out again, staring at her phone.
She was the picture of apathy...
This was always the issue hanging with delinquents. They just wasted time doing nothing.
If they at least played games at a PC bang, it'd be fun, but no—just chain-smoking and scrolling their phones all day.
I guess I'd subconsciously warmed up to her a bit since she covered my debt.
But this was how they always were...
Tsk.
Reality was crashing down on me too.
I had to play-act getting beat up, and who the hell wants that?
Sigh.
I leaned against the wall and sipped my beer.
Just kill time and bail before the last train cuts off.
"Hey—why."
That's when Yi Ju-ha answered a call while lying down.
What? This bad vibe?
"Home? Yeah. Nearby? Whatever, come over."
What the fuck?
Who's coming?
I panicked and focused on the call.
"Dunno, there's an extra pillow or whatever.
Ah, whatever, annoying—do what you want."
Yi Ju-ha hung up casually and went back to YouTube.
Wh... who's coming over?
"Who's coming?"
"Friend. Too lazy to go home, crashing here."
What?
If it's a friend, it's gotta be a delinquent buddy.
No point sticking around. I quietly grabbed my bag.
"Guess I'll head out?"
"Where you going, fuck."
"?"
What... the hell.
No filming, no poker—why...?
"You gotta teach me Texas Hold'em."
"It's... a pain, you said."
"It's a pain now. Might not be later."
"What."
It was nearly 11 p.m.—when did she plan to learn?
I glanced at the clock in confusion, and Yi Ju-ha yawned as she spoke.
"Crash here. You got nothing to do at home anyway."
Like hell I don't! Games galore!
"Still, home..."
"No way, fuck. Can't go."
Pure stubborn bullshit.
Back in high school, it was endless don't go home nagging...
But then we'd eventually scatter since we were outside. Now with her own place, she was straight-up making me stay over.
"Wake up tomorrow in a good mood, play one hand nice and proper. Listen to the lecture too. How's that?"
...You bitch. She called me over for this from the start.
I'd planned to dip after hitting minus 50k in my account, but she wasn't letting me go till I made plus.
This devil woman...!
Ding-dong.
Then came banging on the front door.
"Hey, Yi Ju-ha. I'm here."
"Go open it."
Why me?! You're the homeowner!
Ignoring that, Yi Ju-ha showed zero intention of moving, just staring at her phone.
Ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong!
Fuck... I'm the idiot for coming...
Tears in my eyes, I headed to the door.
Fuck, please not the supermodel delinquent. Heart pounding, I opened it.
"Huh?"
A girl with bleached yellow hair stood there.
Narrow, slitted eyes, cocky attitude, thin jacket slung over her shoulders. Short shorts and Adidas slippers.
Fuck, total delinquent...
"Wrong place?"
"Nah, this is Yi Ju-ha's..."
"?"
I opened the door wide, and she came in with a what the face.
Like, why's some dude here?
"You made it?"
"Brought booze. But who's this?"
Her speech was rough from the jump. She pegged me as a total loser right away—straight-up objectifying.
Yi Ju-ha didn't even look up.
"My pet dog."
"You psycho lol."
Why the fuck am I your pet dog!!!
At least she didn't say bread shuttle?
I shut the door and awkwardly sat nearby.
Ignoring me, the girl stripped off her jacket like it was her place and flopped onto the bed.
...Fuck, this is chaos. What even is this situation?
"Can I smoke?"
"No."
"It's my Lil'."
"Smoke in the bathroom."
"Gonna smoke here."
"Wanna die?"
...They're tight.
Ignoring Yi Ju-ha's curses, the girl puffed away on her Lil'.
Puff. Soon the room reeked of vape.
Fuck... wanna go home...
"Hey, let's drink. Bought it for this."
"What'd you get?"
"Jack Daniel's and somaek."
"Jack Daniel's?"
Jack Daniel's what?
The girl hopped up and unpacked her convenience store bag.
Out came booze bottles I'd never seen.
Th... that's Jack Daniel's? Fuck, what is that.
Fancy bottles I'd never laid eyes on, plus soju and beer spilling out.
Snacks and hot bars for grub.
"..."
Oh, and now I saw—a tattoo on her ankle.
Wh... what's that design?
"Hey, you drinking?"
M-Me?
Scared shitless, I shook my head. N-No, I'm good.
"Not drinking?"
"Bought it—eat up, Yi Jun-hyeong."
"Uh... yeah."
The girl hummed as she set up a little table with snacks and booze.
Jack Daniel's? Looks like it'd fuck you up bad.
Yi Ju-ha finally stirred, yawning.
"How much you hold? Yi Jun-hyeong."
"Me? Not sure..."
I remembered soju one bottle was fine.
But never tried more...
Started feeling off after one, so I stopped.
"Test it tonight."
Huh?
Why here?
"Looks tasty~."
The girl filled a cup with ice and handed it to me.
Then poured what she called Jack Daniel's generously.
...The smell... ain't right? Feels more dangerous than first soju whiff.
"Never had it?"
She grinned mischievously.
Her stomach's gonna get holes tonight~.
...Why holes in the stomach?
"Cheers!"
Ignoring my daze, they clinked glasses.
I fumbled to join.
I... I'll be fine tonight, right?
Grraaah! My throat! My throat! My esophagus!
Jack Daniel's was okay.
Burned going down, but the flavor was decent—not deadly.
But the next one—Johnny Walker or whatever—torched my gut on contact.
From throat to esophagus to stomach, I felt every inch!!! Didn't wanna feel it!!!
"Grraaah...!"
Some total loser noise escaped me.
They burst out laughing.
"Puhaha!"
"This guy's reactions are hilarious."
W... Water!
I chugged water desperately.
No! It ain't going away! I can still feel my stomach's exact spot!
"Hey, just do beer. Reactions are gold."
"Nah, he don't know how. I'll mix it."
My head's spinning hard...
Wh... why drink this shit, fuck...
I took Yi Ju-ha's mix. Seemed lighter colored than before...
"Try it. Should be milder?"
...Really?
Normally I'd suspect and pass,
but booze buzz had me half-shotgunning it unconsciously.
And,
"Grrraaah!"
"ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ"
"Ah fuck ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ"
Save me!
Even harsher, more brutal burn hit my gut.
What'd you mix! What'd you mix!
"What'd you put in?"
"Walker and soju lol."
"ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ"
Yi Ju-ha laughed till she nearly passed out, lighting a cig.
"Ah, fuck, I did the same first time—hilarious."
"For real, my abs hurt."
Save the loser...
I chugged water nonstop to barely calm down.
Stuffing snacks didn't help...
"Grooo... "
Misery... losers suffer...
Just a few shots, and my head lolled against the wall.
Giggling echoed, but no strength to fight. Stop messing with me...
"But seriously, what's this guy's deal? Him?"
"Yeah lol."
"Whoa, fuck, epic."
Wh... what're they talking about.
Can't cling to consciousness. Barely drank, why so sleepy?
"Dick big?"
"Above average?"
"Whoa, epic."
Wh... rating me right in front...?
Maybe the full shots? Didn't sip much, but head's fogging up.
More water just makes it worse.
"How much'd it sell for?"
"20k, fuck."
"Flopped."
Consciousness fading.
No fuck, can't sleep...
Who knows what they'll do if I pass out...
"But this guy's a Texas Hold'em beast. Pro level."
"How good?"
"Pulls 300k a day."
"For real?"
...
...
"Play offline Hold'em? More money there."
"Offline?"
"Yeah. Bro plays there, rakes it in."
"For real?"
Consciousness slipping.
Hey, his eyes closing?
Let him sleep. Got stuff tomorrow anyway.
What stuff?
Hold'em lesson.
Should I learn too?
Do what you want.
...
Consciousness fully drifting.
Last sensation: gut burning...
Fucking Jack Daniel's... fucking Walker...