She's Far Too Good for Me (2)
As the video played on my screen, memories of the past flashed by like a panorama. My first meeting with Yu-na noona. It dated back to my days as a green college freshman—no, wait, I was a third-year student then, and she was in her fourth year. We majored in different fields and were different years ahead, so the only reason we crossed paths was that elective course whose name I can barely recall. On the last day of registration, I scraped together a spot in this unpopular class. Little did I know it would upend my entire life.
On the first day of class, I huddled in the back row like a shrinking violet. Shy as I was, mingling with strangers felt worse than death. I just wanted to quietly attend, snag the credits, and graduate.
That's when it happened. The classroom door swung open, and she walked in. Backlit by the sunlight, she looked like a painting come to life. Long, luscious light brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, her pale skin glowing transparently under the lights. But what truly captivated me was her mature, glamorous figure. Full, elegant breasts rising gracefully over a form-fitting knit top, a slender waist cinched tight, and the dizzying curve of her hips straining against her tight jeans. Just sharing the same space made my breath catch in my throat.
Whoa... she's insane. The words slipped out unbidden.
She scanned the room once, then strode straight to the seat beside me without hesitation. Thud, thud, thud. Her footsteps echoed like my pounding heartbeat.
"Is this seat taken?"
Her voice was soft and velvety. Frozen stiff, I ducked my head and barely managed, "Uh, n-no..."
As she sat, a faint floral scent brushed my nose. I was losing my mind. Throughout the lecture, not a word from the professor registered. Every nerve in my body zeroed in on her.
Weeks passed like that. I remained a pathetic loner who couldn't muster a single word to her.
Then came the day we had to form groups for a project. Predictably, I ended up alone, stranded. Damn, I'm screwed... gotta do it all by myself? I hung my head in despair when someone tapped my desk.
"Hey, if you haven't picked a group yet... wanna team up with me?"
I looked up, and there stood an angel. Yu-na noona, smiling at me so kindly. The beauty mark under her eye and her plump lips formed a smile that was utterly devastating.
"M-me?"
"Yeah. If you're okay with it, let's do it together."
Everything changed after that day. Noona always looked out for me first. During group work, she'd stay late into the night, patiently teaching me whatever stumped me. She'd check if I'd eaten, how I'd get home—caring about every little thing. Her tenderness pulled me in helplessly.
Noona wasn't just beautiful. Her heart was even kinder. She couldn't pass by an injured stray cat without helping. She'd empty her pockets to buy a drink for an old lady picking up trash. A living saint, Mary incarnate.
And yet... this perfect woman...
The face of the woman laughing in the arms of strangers on the screen overlapped with the gentle noona in my memories. No. It can't be. Something's wrong. No way. The Yu-na noona I knew, the one I loved—she'd never be in a video like that.
I replayed the video in my mind. Yeah, on second thought, the vibe was all wrong. The woman had flashy tattoos all over her arms and back. Her smile was similar, but that gaze, those moves—they were far from noona's demure gentleness. Too... decadent, too slutty.
Yeah, it's not her!
I concluded. Look-alikes are common. Makeup tech these days makes pretty girls look alike anyway. Just a uncanny resemblance, nothing more.
That eased my mind a bit. Though the nagging doubt didn't fully vanish. That beauty mark under her eye, though... it was spot-on.
"Not eating, Mr. Kim Do-hyun?"
Team Leader Park Ji-eun's voice from the bathroom entrance jolted me. I shoved my phone into my pocket in a panic.
"Oh, y-yes! I was just about to."
"What's with the face? You sick?"
"No! Just... tired, I guess."
I forced a smile and cracked open the pig's feet box. Steaming jokbal and savory buckwheat noodles—a combo I'd normally cheer for. But today, it tasted bitter.
"Eat up. Gotta have strength for tomorrow."
She picked up a hefty piece with her chopsticks and placed it on my plate. Uncharacteristically sweet of her. I just gave an awkward nod.
"Thank you, Team Leader..."
Our uneasy dinner began. She tossed in work talk now and then, instructions for tomorrow. I mechanically replied, "Yes, got it," while chewing. No flavor registered. My head kept flashing between the video woman and noona's face.
Even after deciding it wasn't her, it gnawed at me. What if... just what if it really was? Her working holiday past... I knew next to nothing about it.
No, stop it! I shook my head fiercely. The woman I loved was the purest, kindest Yu-na noona waiting at home. Believe that. Forget the video, the look-alike.
"Mr. Kim, you listening?"
"Huh? Y-yes! I am."
"What're you thinking about? You look spaced out."
"Sorry. Just really tired..."
She furrowed her brow, her cold gaze snapping me alert. This was in front of the team leader. No time for distractions. I crammed the rest of the jokbal in, trying to liven things up.
......
I punched in the door code and stepped inside. Warm air and the aroma of home-cooked food enveloped me—in stark contrast to the office's chill sterility. Tension melted away, fatigue crashing in.
"Welcome home, honey?"
Noona emerged from the kitchen, beaming as she approached. In a comfy cotton dress, her long hair pinned up in a bun. Bare-faced, yet dazzlingly beautiful.
"You worked hard today."
She took my bag and gently patted my weary back. That warmth nearly brought tears.
"Y-yeah... noona..."
I buried myself in her embrace. Her soft, plush breasts cradled my face, her familiar, comforting scent teasing my nose. Ah, this is it. This is my Yu-na noona. So warm, so kind. Yeah, that video couldn't be her. No way.
I was certain. This embrace's warmth, the scent, her comforting touch—this was real. That sleazy woman online was just a stranger who looked like her.
I hugged her tighter. Doubting this peace, this happiness—I felt pathetic.
"Aww, my poor husband had a rough day. Eaten yet? I can heat up some braised short ribs if not. It'll be quick."
She stroked my back tenderly.
Ah... short ribs. Guilt hit me again.
"I'm good, noona. Had jokbal with the team leader."
"Really? Good. I was worried you'd starve after such a late night."
She caressed my cheek, sighing in relief. That pure concern in her eyes melted the last scraps of doubt like snow.
"Go wash up quick. You must be beat."
"Yeah."
I showered in the bathroom, hot water washing away the day's exhaustion—and the ugly video's afterimage plaguing my mind. Refreshed, I stepped out.
The room's mood had shifted. Main lights off, only the bedside lamp glowing softly. And there, on the bed's edge, sat noona waiting.
She'd changed into a thin silk slip that hugged her voluptuous breasts and tiny waist perfectly.
"Honey..."
Her voice was lower, huskier than before. She rose slowly, approaching. With each step, her sensual curves swayed hypnotically in the lamplight.
Standing before me, she brushed my damp hair back, whispering,
"Come here... quick."
Her plump lips parted in sweet temptation. I swallowed hard. Against this woman, resistance was futile.