Han Yejin 1
The aunties had all left, but after the incident earlier I couldn’t face my mom without dying of embarrassment, so I headed out a little early under the excuse that I was going to my part-time job. On weekdays I worked at a hof downtown; on weekends I went snowboarding. School would be on winter break after this week, so I had some breathing room.
I climbed out of the subway station and started toward the pub. The café where I’d met Ju Eunjin last Friday came into view. We’d chosen it because it was close to my job. Fuck…
“That bitch Ju Eunjin…”
She’d sat across from me Friday evening, smiling brightly while we drank coffee and beer. Yet the very next morning she was getting railed by that other guy.
“You should’ve gone and fucked her too.”
“How am I supposed to sleep with a girl who already has a man?”
“This idiot really doesn’t know shit about women.”
“It sounds weird when a dick says it doesn’t know dick about something.”
“Anyway, that’s why you keep chasing after those pure, fragile types. Just stick it in first—whether she has a man or not.”
“In the end you’re the one who benefits, you bastard.”
“Don’t you benefit too? Moron…”
“Ugh… It’s still my dick, though. You’re not the one who has to deal with the aftermath.”
“What aftermath? Stick it in, and if you like her, just date her.”
“Haah. I can’t talk to you.”
Even though it was winter, the women walking through the city were dressed to kill. Fur coats with bottoms that barely existed, skin-tight leggings, skin-tight jeans paired with boots. My eyes were spinning.
‘They really know how to dress…’
They all claimed it was for themselves, but damn, they looked sexy. I was jealous of people born with that kind of genetic lottery ticket. My face wasn’t bad, but I had zero fashion sense and had never once dressed stylishly.
‘Would things improve if I got a girlfriend with good fashion sense?’
“Fashion sense my ass. Go make some fuck-buddies instead.”
“A fuck-buddy? To a romantic like me? Aren’t men supposed to meet someone, fall in love, and get married?”
“Bullshit. You should sleep with as many women as possible, and keep doing it even after you’re married. Is your head stuffed with Confucian classics or something?”
“Confucian classics?”
“Kids these days really don’t study. You don’t even know the Four Books and Three Classics? How the hell did a guy like you get into the philosophy department?”
“I got in because I did well on the CSAT. What are you going on about ancient texts for?”
“Never mind, never mind. What’s the point of talking to you? All you do is jerk off every day…”
“You wanna die?”
“What, you gonna castrate me? Go ahead and try.”
“Fuck… Why does my own dick talk so well?”
By the time I finished arguing with myself, I had reached the store. I opened the door and greeted everyone loudly—the traditional way to announce my arrival.
“Hello!”
“Hey, you’re early.”
“Oh, hyung’s here?”
“Oppa, you’re here?”
There were four part-timers at our place: a returning student hyung, two younger guys, and one girl. The girl’s name was Han Yejin. She was twenty, worked at a waxing shop during the day, and did shifts here at night. She had quite a few tattoos and piercings. I wasn’t particularly interested, but the returning student hyung was crazy about her. He kept warning the rest of us not to hit on her. Of course, none of the three of us were interested. The two younger guys both had girlfriends, and I… well, as I already said, I was into the pure, innocent type.
Still, I didn’t understand why someone who worked at a waxing salon dressed so provocatively. Even in the middle of winter she wore deeply plunging tops, and sometimes she came without a bra so her nipples would poke through. On top of that, her breasts were nicely sized and sat high and firm even without support, which made them even more noticeable. Honestly, there were times I wanted to touch them.
“Hey… If I could just rub my face on those tits once, I think I could die happy.”
‘This bastard… Sometimes I feel like we really are the same person.’
“We are the same person. Of course our tastes would be similar.”
‘Still, she’s not my type, so calm down.’
“Girls like her are absolute beasts in bed. I know what I’m talking about.”
“That’s funny. Your experience is my experience, so how can you say that when you don’t even know?”
“My eye for women is about a thousand times better than yours. You’re a total beginner. If it weren’t for me you’d stay a virgin your whole life.”
“I do have experience, you know. Plenty of it…”
“That’s only because Miran-noona fell for me at first sight. I look impressive, so you get to reap all the benefits.”
I had nothing to say to that. When I thought about it, he was right. It was true that Miran-noona had gone crazy after seeing my cock by chance. Anyway, Yejin definitely stood out, and because she looked a little easy, there were always customers who flirted with her. Some even came specifically to see her. The owner seemed to like it; more customers meant more money. He probably thought the place had that old-school Hooters vibe.
But when I arrived today, it looked like she had skipped the bra again. And from the way she greeted me, her expression was dark.
“What’s wrong? Why do you look like that?”
“It’s nothing. I’m just… yeah. Haha.”
The hof, which opened at seven, usually hit its peak around ten. Customers flooded in and orders poured down like rain. I could feel every male customer’s eyes glued to Yejin’s chest.
“That girl Yejin…”
“Yeah?”
“She’s insanely hot. Totally my type.”
“Bullshit. She’s not my type.”
“Try to seduce her.”
“I don’t even get hard when I look at girls like her.”
“Bullshit. You’re already hard, dumbass.”
I looked down. My pants were pitched like a tent.
“Ha. Fuck, stop it already.”
“It’s instinct. I can’t help it.”
‘I can’t work like this. Just hold on a minute, you crazy bastard.’
Suddenly a commotion broke out in the hall. Yejin started fidgeting uncomfortably.
“Mister, stop staring. Why do you keep looking at me like that?”
The returning student hyung’s voice rang out.
“What? What am I looking at?”
“You’re staring at the part-timer’s chest.”
“What… Come on, when did I stare at her chest?”
“Act your age. What the hell are you doing?”
“What? This is making me lose my appetite. What kind of way is this to treat a customer?”
The owner came running out in a panic. He bowed at a perfect ninety degrees and poured out apologies.
“We’ll give you more side dishes on the house, so please enjoy and stay. Haha.”
He forced the disgruntled customer back into his seat, then dragged the returning student hyung outside. Yejin stood beside me looking flustered, so I asked carefully.
“Why is hyung acting like that? Did something happen?”
“…Oppa, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“Do all men think a woman belongs to them after they sleep with her once?”
“Of course. What kind of question is that…”
“No way. Women have their own sex lives. You can’t think like that just because you slept together once.”
“Sigh. The truth is… I got drunk with that oppa last week and ended up sleeping with him.”
‘Whoa? No way. I kind of figured something like that might have happened.’
“See? While you were hesitating, other guys were already eating. Don’t you know Bernard Shaw’s epitaph? ‘I knew this would happen if I kept dithering.’ That’s you, dumbass.”
‘Just shut up for a second.’
“Men are creatures that…”
I wanted to give her some solemn, brotherly advice, so I lowered my voice as much as possible.
“They instinctively develop a sense of ownership over women. Don’t get swept up in that. Just live according to your own standards. It’s your life in the end. You shouldn’t show too many openings.”
Standing shoulder to shoulder with Yejin, I spoke while looking straight ahead, trying to sound as cool as possible. She was probably thinking, ‘So this is what he’s really like?’ in surprise. At the end I turned to her with a benevolent smile and asked, “Understand?”
But Yejin’s gaze wasn’t on my eyes. It was fixed somewhere much lower.
‘Huh?’
When I looked down, I saw that I had reached maximum erection. The apron in front of me was sticking out ridiculously high. I was so shocked that the words flew out of my mouth.
“What the…?”
It was standing so tall I could hardly believe it myself. Our eyes met. Her expression seemed to say, All men are the same.
‘You fucking traitorous dick…’
“It’s instinct, man. We have to follow our instincts. But hey, this Yejin girl seems to like you.”
“What nonsense is that? Look at her eyes.”
“She’s looking at you like she wants to devour you.”
“You’re hilarious. I’m screwed, you bastard. This is all your fault.”
“Oppa…”
“Yeah?”
I turned around with an awkward laugh.
“After we close, want to grab a drink?”
‘A drink?!!’
“Yes! Say yes right now! This is definitely a signal. Jackpot!!!”
“Uh… sure, why not?”
“Then I’ll send you the address by text. Come to the front of our shop after work. It’s not far from here.”
“Yeah, got it. See you later.”
I was dazed. Why? A drink? With me? I was clearly the studious type; I didn’t think I was her style at all. Even the returning student hyung, despite being a “student,” had that bad-boy look and seemed like a better match for her. So why me?
The owner must have just sent the hyung back inside, because he came in alone. The customers’ eyes were still glued to Yejin’s chest, and the owner looked pleased.