Tight Fits and Stolen Panties
Jina's voice had dropped even lower than before, to the point where it felt downright icy. Even Ji-yeon, who seemed tough against the cold, must have struggled to endure it—her beautiful body, wrapped in a crop top and leggings, shuddered for a moment. I could guess why. It had to be because of the woman standing steadfast behind me.
"What, sis? You're here?"
"Yeah, finish it up quick."
Pretending not to notice Jina's change, I casually turned my head toward her—and that's when I saw it. The moment our eyes met, Jina's sharp, blade-like gaze softened instantly, folding like melting snow.
Wait, her eyes aren't smiling at all...
Who knows. Karma for peeking, I guess. Anyway, Jina waved her hand at me after our eyes met, as if telling me to ignore her and just hurry up with what I was doing. Without a word, I fixed my gaze back on the forms. At the edge of my vision, I caught Ji-yeon's legs trembling precariously, like a rabbit facing a tiger. What the hell had she done to provoke that reaction? Cursed her out with looks and lips, maybe?
Savoring my surging curiosity, I neatly filled out the rest. Then I handed them to Ji-yeon, who was fidgeting anxiously in place.
"Here you go."
"Y-yes, yes..."
"Alright, take care of this for me, Ji-yeon?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
It's getting more intriguing by the second. What exactly did she do in that short time to instill such rigid discipline?
"Uh, about the registration fee..."
"Forget it. What registration fee? I'll show you around the facilities, so let's go change first."
"But still..."
"Drop it. Sis took care of everything. Just follow me and don't get lost."
"I'm not a kid."
"Sure you're not. Want me to hold your hand? Aww."
She'd said no need to bring workout clothes, and there was good reason. True to its flashy facilities, the gym provided uniforms to all registered members. Usually, these were shared, steamy sauna-like outfits, but here they gave individual ones per person. Wonder if they even turn a profit like this—but hey, if they can pull it off, more power to them.
I took the handed uniform to change. But guessing the size by feel turned out to be a mistake.
Shit...
Everything else fit fine, but the crotch was tight. Insanely so. Like wearing perfectly fitted pants with your arm shoved inside. It was so uncomfortable I took them right off again. No way I could exercise—or even walk properly—like this.
Heading to the door to inform Jina, who was probably guarding outside to keep anyone from entering, I called out.
"Sis."
I cracked the door open and peeked my face through. Jina, eyes wide, guarding under the "Staff Changing Room" sign, turned her head toward me.
"Yeah? What's up? Problem?"
"Uh... the clothes don't fit."
"Don't fit? No way..."
Muttering that, she tilted her head. Then she asked me.
"Where's it tight?"
Does this woman even realize what she just asked me?
No way she does.
That's how she stays so oblivious. So I kindly informed her.
"Uh... down there."
"Down there? Where's 'down there'?"
She muttered about how I expected her to know from vague "there"s—but it cut off abruptly. She'd finally realized "there" meant right there, and her actions froze like a bluescreen in her brain.
Her face flushed beet red, like it might explode. Trying to hide it from me, maybe? She whipped her head sideways.
"...One size up?"
I answered honestly.
"Uh... might still be too small..."
I swear I heard a gulp, like she swallowed hard. Not just my imagination.
"...I'll get it. Lock the door."
"Yeah, thanks."
A two-size-up might make the waist baggy instead, but I could tie it with a drawstring. Better a loose waist than a crushed groin.
As instructed, I locked the door tight and waited. Soon, a knock-knock came. Opening it, a hand slipped in with the new uniform dangling from it. I took it, slipped it on, folded my old clothes neatly, stashed them in an empty locker, and left the changing room.
Of course, not forgetting to place my panties right on top first. That way, they'd be the first thing visible when opening the locker.
"Wait. I'll change quick and be out."
Saying that, Jina slipped into the changing room I'd just used. Watching her back, I smirked faintly.
Will she...
Look? Hard to say for sure. But one thing was certain: Jina's mind must be a whirlwind right now. From before we left, the ride here, and just moments ago—too much to ignore.
My guess was spot on. Jina was in extreme turmoil right now. Memories kept clouding her mind no matter how she tried to push them away.
Before we left. The sensation during the drive. And Yuhan's words just now—they chained together, dizzying her thoughts.
That's why her gaze kept drifting to the locker I'd used. Even when she first entered, while changing—it happened. And she despised herself for it.
Yuhan was her little brother. Others might say even long-time housemates are still strangers, but not to her.
Yet here she was, thinking these things about him. She felt utter contempt for herself, bile rising in her throat.
You're fucking crazy, Yoo Ji-na...
Maybe she really needed to find a guy, like everyone said. She'd handled urges by overworking, claiming no time or focus—but lately, her libido surged beyond that.
These weird thoughts... definitely because of it. Release the buildup, and it'd get better. No more ridiculous ideas.
Yeah, that's it.
Still, she felt a twinge of injustice. If Yuhan weren't so careless, she wouldn't be tormented like this. He was too defenseless.
Men have less desire than women, but not zero—they masturbate too. But which guy in the world does it without locking the door?
Her own fault for not knocking, sure—but if he'd just locked it properly, nothing would've happened.
Justifying herself like that, now she worried about Yuhan. So careless, what if he got hurt out there?
Good thing she saw him as family. Otherwise, she'd think he was seducing her on purpose. Hell, she might've lost it and pounced right—
Her thoughts hit that point, and Jina slammed her head into the locker.
Thud—!
The changing room echoed deafeningly, but she had no time to care.
He's my brother. Yuhan's my little brother.
Repeating that in her mind kept her busy enough. Shaking off the nagging thoughts, she decided: she needed to warn Yuhan. Keep being that careless in front of others, and he'd get into real trouble.
He was that oblivious. Recall the desk scene—no clue a woman was ogling him, just focused on forms. She'd intervened; otherwise, it'd continue. Or worse, blinded by his looks, something more.
That bitch...
A vicious grind escaped Jina's teeth. She had no idea the emotion churning inside was closer to jealousy than anger.
While Jina drowned in turmoil, what was Yuhan doing?
Ooh... damn...
Gawking at the women passing by.
Impressive...
They said celebs and models flock here, and it showed. The women around had extraordinary looks and bodies—like every beauty in Korea gathered here. And their revealing outfits? Eye candy galore.
Same for me. Even doing nothing, stares poured in from all sides. But no outright gawking—they pretended to pass by, sneaking glances.
Perfect excuse: a water cooler nearby my spot. Sip on the way there, glance back on return.
They mostly eye...
The face first. Then arms, exposed collarbones, down to the legs mostly. Not surprising—I expected attention.
One surprise: no one approached boldly. At least one might flirt, but they just blushed from afar.
Is this the cliff flower effect or whatever?
I even locked eyes with some standouts peeking—no change. They flushed crimson and bolted.
Tsk tsk... no confidence at all...
How do they survive cutthroat showbiz like this? Now's your chance!
I lamented inwardly, but got it. Flirt with a guy in an industry hotspot? Get caught, rumors fly, maybe headlines. Reporters prowl too.
Absorbing all those stares—
Thud—!
"Ow, fuck..."
A massive bang from Jina's changing room.
"...Scared the shit outta me."
Nearly cursed aloud, but mindful of eyes, I pivoted quick. What the hell happens inside to make that noise? Tripped changing and cracked her head?
I knocked. "You okay?" No answer. Worry crept up.
For real...
Something happen? The door flew open right then. Jina emerged, bangs down covering her forehead—unlike before.
"...Sis, you good?"
"Yeah, no biggie."
Brushing it off, she rolled her eyes, scanning surroundings. She shot warning glares at my eager peepers. Then...
"Haa—"
A deep sigh, and she shrugged off her windbreaker, draping it over me—the same one that'd been on her. Loose on her, perfect on me. Had to be—same torso and arms fit just right.
Thus wrapped in her jacket as a shield, Jina...
Ziiiip—
Pulled the zipper all the way up. To the top.