The Next-Door Childhood Friend's Room Is Easier to See Than You Think.
The Next-Door Childhood Friend's Room Is Easier to See Than You Think.
My name is Park Jae-i. Twenty years old. Korea University freshman.
It's only been a short while since I started college, and right now, I'm waiting for someone.
"Park Jae-i~! Jae-i~"
"...! Hey, Yoon Ha-ri. You're always late these days? I oughta just ditch you."
"ㅋㅋㅋ Sorry, sorry. Is our Jae-i mad? Muah muah muah."
"Hey, fuck. Cut it out!"
The name of this girl who starts bickering with me the second we meet is Yoon Ha-ri.
She's my lifelong connection, the childhood friend I've known since kindergarten, and the object of my secret crush.
"Hey, Jae-i. Ha-ri. You guys always leaving me out? That's not fair."
"Oh, yeah, Ji-ho. No way."
This big, chubby pig's name is Seo Ji-ho.
He's a high school classmate of mine and Ha-ri's.
The three of us became friends in high school, stuck together every day, and built our bond that way.
Ji-ho might be a bit slow, but he's a loyal guy with a good heart.
Yoon Ha-ri, sharp as a tack in everything—whether it's studies, sports, or art, never missing first place, the perfect woman.
And me, Park Jae-i, stuck in the middle with an in-between position that's neither here nor there.
"See ya, catch you tomorrow."
"Yeah~ Text me~"
Our routine is pretty much always the same.
After lectures end, we meet up and head home together.
On the way, we grab snacks and coffee, chat up a storm, and sometimes catch a movie or hit up a PC bang for some gaming.
Then Ji-ho, who lives farthest, heads off first, leaving me and Ha-ri to go home alone together.
"Jae-i, what're you doing for summer break? Wanna go on a trip? How about Geoje Island?"
"What? A trip with you? You're nuts. Even so, just the two of us? Nah."
"ㅋㅋㅋ What're you saying. Who said just you and me? Why leave out Ji-ho? Now I see you're a perv."
"This is for real...!;;"
Before I know it, we're bantering like idiots and suddenly home.
Ha-ri and I live right next door. Open the windows, and we can see straight into each other's places. Like, 3 meters at most?
"Hey, perv. Don't even think about peeking. Nighty-night. ㅋㅋㅋ"
"What're you on about, you brat...! Can't see shit anyway 'cause of the tinting? Quit yapping and go to bed!"
Once we're home, we always open our windows and chat.
The distance is so close that even normal talking carries our voices perfectly.
"Jae-iii~ Sing me a song~ Pleeease?"
"Shut up. I'm sleeping. Lock your door and crash."
"Tch, no fair. Nighty~ ㅋㅋㅋㅋ"
/tak/
We close our windows like that, and before you know it, the thick darkness of night settles in.
.....And that's when my time begins.
/druruk../
I crack open my bedroom window and peer outside.
That window of hers, pitch-black with heavy tinting so you can't see inside......or so Ha-ri thinks. But it's not like that at all.
The tinting on these old windows peeled off ages ago.
But Ha-ri, who only ever opens the one good window, has no clue.
/tak/
I turn off my room light. Now my side is pitch black. Ha-ri can't see me for shit.
/dung.. dung.. dung../
I hold my breath quietly and look into Ha-ri's room.
Just your standard girl's room, nothing special. Ha-ri's lying on the bed in her clothes, staring at her phone.
Watching NerTube? Or texting someone? I'm dying to know what she's doing on that phone.
I quietly watch Ha-ri's face as she blankly stares at her phone.
Sharp but big eyes. Perky nose. Skin white as snow. A body with just the right curves.
'....Damn, she's fucking gorgeous all over again...'
When did she grow up like this?
In my memories, she's that snot-nosed kid sucking on candy with me, but you can't find a trace of that now.
I was just watching her gaze at her phone, and bam—30 minutes gone.
Didn't do a damn thing, but time flies like this. Is just staring at Ha-ri's face this much fun?
Another 20 minutes later. Finally, Ha-ri gets up from the bed.
"....!"
Plain jeans and a light green T-shirt.
Even from behind, that pretty waistline, and her ass peeking through the jeans—fucking mouthwatering.
"Huk.. huk..."
My breathing gets heavy without me realizing.
Normally, wearing the friend mask, I can't ogle her like a perv, but this time? I can devour every inch of her body with my lewd gaze to my heart's content.
/dalkgrak../
"....! (flinch)"
Even from the back, that's her unzipping—hands coming together like that.
/seureuk../
Sure enough, Ha-ri unzips and slides her pants down.
Black panties and that ass. Smooth thighs and calves.
That ass... I wanna knead it. Fuck... this forbidden thrill.
"Huk.. huk.."
I naturally strip off my pants and pull down my underwear too.
/beolteok/
My dick, already rock-hard.
I slowly grip it and start jerking off.
/kkeukjeok.. kkeukjeok../
Ha-ri scratches her ass over her panties while looking at her phone.
So casual and natural. How is that even sexy...?
"Huk..! Huk..! Huk..!"
Pre-cum's already leaking.
You could laugh at me spying on my friend and jerking off, but right now, zero guilt.
Lust is owning my brain.
"....Euk..!"
She tugs at her top. Is she... taking off her shirt?
/dungdung dungdung/
Heart pounding like mad.
/...hulleong../
"Huk...!"
Shirt off, black bra revealed.
And as she turns, my heart goes fucking wild.
Those thick tits bulging over the bra. So white and perfect.
That indifferent expression just makes it hotter.
No way—is she taking off her underwear too? Can I see Ha-ri's bare tits? Her pussy too..?
/tuk/
"Huk..! Huk..!"
Ugh..! She unhooked the bra.
That smooth back skin...!
A glimpse of tit mound past her arm. If she just turns... turns around...
"Euk...!!"
/jjiik jjiik/
That's when I cum without warning.
Thick semen splatters onto the bed sheet.
"Ah, fuck...! Didn't lay down tissue...! Huk..! Huk..! Huh?"
In my shock, I wipe up the cum and hurry to the window, but Ha-ri's already gone.
"....Gone to wash up, I guess...."
One good nut calms me down a bit.
Can't just stare at Ha-ri's room forever.
No, can't keep secretly peeking and jerking off to Ha-ri like this forever.
This weekend... yeah. Confess this weekend.
.
.
-Pojangmacha.
"Drink up, drink!"
"Yeah, fuck..! Let's drink.. drink up!"
Early evening, 6 PM. Me and Ji-ho already downed three bottles of soju.
I don't get drunk easy.
Tense about confessing this weekend?
I spilled my frustrated feelings to Ji-ho.
"Ha.. fuck... What if she rejects me? Won't even be friends anymore...."
"Dude, ㅋㅋㅋ. You like Ha-ri that much? Been friends since kids—don't you not see her as a girl?"
"Tell me about it... Fuck, at some point she turned into a woman, now she's a goddess. Ji-ho, cheer me on, man. I really.. really wanna make it work."
"ㅋㅋㅋ Alright, dude. Give it a shot."
Ji-ho's encouragement fired me up.
Yeah, I'm decent enough.
Not like I'm ugly or anything.
Do it. Tomorrow..! Confess tomorrow.
That's when Ha-ri suddenly walks into the pojangmacha.
"What're you two doing. Ugh, already hammered."
"(startled) Yoon Ha-ri? How'd you know we were here..?"
"Ji-ho told me? You guys are mean. Drinking without me?"
"No way~ Ha-ri. Drink up. ㅋㅋㅋ"
Ji-ho smoothly calms the sulky Ha-ri.
/dungdung dung/
'Cause of tomorrow's confession? The booze?
Ha-ri looks extra pretty today.
Barely holding back the feelings from spilling out in a drunken confession.
'Yeah.. tomorrow... tomorrow... End this ambiguous relationship....!'
I steel myself and chug.
'Tomorrow... definitely... confess....'
/teolseok/
I pass out right there, and after that, nothing.
.
.
.
/uksin.. uksin../
"Ahh.. my head... where am I...."
Skull-splitting hangover.
I drag myself up and check the clock.
Midnight. Fuck.. passed out for 6 hours?
This is my room. When'd I get here?
Gulping water from the fridge brings me back a bit.
/duribun duribun/
'...Everyone bounced? When'd I get to my room?'
I light a cig and open the window. Ha-ri's room still lit up.
'...Guess I got blackout drunk alone. ㅋㅋㅋ Was pretty nervous, huh.'
I chuckle to myself and puff away.
Cool night air hits my face, refreshing, waking me up.
'..Ahh, bed time. Gotta sleep solid for tomorrow's confession event..'
I scratch my head and flop back into bed.
Comfy bed and lingering booze make my vision spin.
'Ah... head spinning... just sleep...'
As I drift off in a haze, a familiar voice comes from outside the window.
"How'd you even get in..? Outsiders aren't allowed..!"
"There's ways~ Couldn't wait to see you~ ㅋㅋㅋ"
"Nooo~! Get out quick..! ;;"
"......!"
I bolt upright on reflex.
"What're you gonna do for real...!"
"Won't get caught, don't worry. C'mere, lemme hug you. ㅋㅋㅋ"
"What~ ㅋㅋ Don't~ ㅋㅋㅋ"
"You're too pretty. Muah muah muah muah."
"Eek! ㅋㅋㅋ I said nooo~"
Two super familiar voices flirting like crazy.
What...? Those voices are definitely.. definitely.... Ha-ri and Ji-ho.
Yoon Ha-ri. 20 years old.
Korea University freshman Art College top scholarship student.
Height: 164. Weight 52.
Hobbies: Running. Yoga. Playing instruments.
Dating experience: None.
Sex experience: None.
Childhood friend of Han Jae-i and elite among elites who's never missed first place in anything since childhood.