Club Orgy (1)
I wished Sunday would hurry up and arrive, but even tomorrow dragged on without flowing as quickly as I'd like. That's just how life is.
Sitting here with my high school buddies, the ones I don't want to see approach too fast—shit, they come crawling over in an instant. The ones I do want to see? They take forever to show up, crawling along at a snail's pace.
"Well, if we party hard enough, tomorrow'll fly by too, right?"
I let out a deep sigh and eyed the guys sitting across from me.
"Honestly, Sunday kinda sucks, doesn't it?"
"'Cause Monday's right after? Fucking sucks."
"Ah, shit. Midterms next week. This is gonna suck if we party too hard."
These assholes only listen to their own blabber and tune out everyone else—just like back in high school. Life's easier when you're with people who get you, and these guys rank pretty high on that list. Of course, being alone is still the best.
"Fine. If you're just gonna whine about how much it sucks, go home and jerk off instead."
"You don't jerk off?"
"Nah, next one's a handjob."
Watching them laugh their asses off, cracking jokes like that, made me want to smack each one right across the jaw.
"So why Sunday, anyway?"
"A girl?"
"A girl?"
Just like how I was a total Yoonah stan not long ago, these guys were the same. Birds of a feather and all that. No matter the topic, it always circled back to girls.
"Yeah, a girl."
"Fuck, is she hot?"
"How far'd you get?"
"You fuck her?"
If they knew who the girl was, they'd probably keel over dead. These idiots had been my fellow Yoonah fangirls—and fanboying partners. Hell, Jeong Usik over there was still deep in his Yoonah phase, as far as I knew.
"She's insanely hot."
"Pics?"
Showing them pics of Yoonah wouldn't convince them anyway, and I didn't have any real ones. We'd met up once and fucked, sure, but having photos from that would've been weirder. Our relationship turning out like this was already a miracle.
"Nah, dude."
"Yeah, right~ We don't buy it~"
"Probably off to meet some auntie."
"Think whatever you want."
Sitting in a café with these dudes, slurping smoothies—it felt pretty damn weird. Wasn't this supposed to be a spot for scoping out hot girls and soaking in the vibe?
The smoothies were tasty, though.
"So what're we doing today?"
"PC bang first?"
"Or grab some drinks."
"How 'bout soju? Soju?"
I gave a thumbs-up and slow-clapped at the guys suggesting soju in this getup.
"I've had this place I wanna check out forever. Wanna hit it today?"
Jeong Usik—the one still stanning Yoonah hard—piped up, and we all shot him bored looks.
"Club. I've always wanted to go to a club before we get too old. Let's do it."
"...? For real...?"
No matter how you sliced it, our outfits screamed "just rolled out of bed after coffee." Club clothes? Not even close.
"You psycho, we'll change and meet back up at the club."
"Ah, shit~ Do we really gotta go that far~?"
"Club's not some big deal. You go, drop cash on overpriced booze, dance like an idiot, get shot down by girls, then trudge home. What's the point?"
That was my line, but my eyes were gleaming different now. I straightened my clothes, and one guy was even googling club outfits right there at the table.
"It's 3, so prep by 6 and meet at Hongdae. Cool?"
"Cool."
"Cool."
"Cool."
Of course, I wanted to hit a club too. Rocking some flashy getup, checking out those sexy club girls... and yeah, wondering what it'd feel like to bang one. Or more.
I chugged the rest of my drink and stood up.
"Don't show up looking like hicks or I'll ditch you. Do you."
"Bullshit. You do you~"
"Yeah, you~"
We traded backslaps and headed home.
It was kinda funny—we'd barely been out an hour. House was just a 10-minute walk. On the way, I pulled out my phone and searched club outfits like everyone else. Total stud vibes popped up, way flashier than anything in my closet.
"Ah, damn. Don't got shit like this... Wait, didn't that thug asshole have something?"
The clothes I'd stripped off that massive bully dude flashed in my mind. Hate to admit it, but...
That prick had style. Pricey shit too.
"Okay~ Decision made!"
Humming to myself, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. I'd barely washed up since meeting the guys—PC bang or bar life. First things first: bathroom for a full scrub, body and soul.
I even filled the tub I never used, playing it fancy for once.
"Club, huh. Kinda hyped."
Truth was, I was stupid excited. Dying to go, but I played it cool. Starting with a full bubble bath? Yeah...
"A tub in a tiny one-room? What luxury is this?"
Sure, the rent stung a bit, but it was fine. Totally worth it.