Chapter 60
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: Reunion (5)
-----------------------------------------------------------------
“Should I just die?”
Ha Yoon buried her head in the sofa and muttered blankly.
She still felt floaty from the booze, her head spinning, but it wasn't so bad that she couldn't think straight anymore. It was just that her mood had plummeted, depressive thoughts bubbling up.
But there was no helping it. She remembered the embarrassing spectacle she'd put on while drunk. Twerking her breasts and ass to follow that rabbit dance, or crawling around the hall on all fours with Han Seol-ah riding her back.
In her memories, she was struggling but grinning like an idiot. She had no idea what was so funny, but everyone else had laughed at the sight. She didn't remember everything, but those two bits alone were enough to make her want to die.
After wallowing in the sofa like that for a while, she felt a sharp sting on her butt from a slap. Normally, she'd have screamed and teared up, but right now, the pain just sparked irritation first.
“Why'd you hit me...?”
“Whoa, check out how frosty she got now that the drug's worn off.”
Han Seol-ah covered her mouth and widened her eyes like she was shocked. But Ha Yoon knew it was just teasing, so she let out a breath and pushed herself upright.
“Ugh...”
Her head throbbed like it might split open. Come to think of it, they'd said wine hits hard with hangovers.
She clutched her head and groaned for a good while before Han Seol-ah's earlier words suddenly popped back into her mind.
Ha Yoon stared at her in disbelief.
“Drug...?”
“Why act surprised now? You've done trainer duty here—you know they use drugs.”
She did know. Clearing out the sprawled trainees after a party was the trainers' job. Some of them had been stumbling around high as kites.
But she'd seen what those drugged trainees were like for hours after, so Ha Yoon frantically patted down her arms, searching for needle marks. Nothing.
Han Seol-ah burst out laughing at the sight.
“We haven't gone that far yet, so relax. What we used was super light and common stuff.”
She couldn't wrap her head around how any drug could be “common,” but since her mind was still sharp, it didn't seem like a lie. If it'd been the heavy stuff, she wouldn't even be coherent—just babbling nonsense.
Ha Yoon gazed at her in lingering fear, and Han Seol-ah giggled as she pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Not the near-empty one from her fuzzy memories, but a fresh pack stuffed with twenty.
Ha Yoon shot her a puzzled look, and Han Seol-ah stuck one between her lips.
“These are just regular smokes. You said you puffed 'em a lot, so I got curious.”
She lit up, took a deep drag, and exhaled. Smiling with her eyes, she told Ha Yoon,
“So this is the taste, huh? Not really my thing.”
Suuup—whoosh. The smoke blasted straight into Ha Yoon's face.
Her eyes stung, the acrid scent invading her nostrils, but somehow, the gloom eased up a little. Maybe because it was familiar? Who knew.
“Here, take it.”
“Huh?”
While she was mulling that over, the cigarette pack came flying her way. Nineteen left—basically brand new. Staring at it in confusion, she saw Han Seol-ah laugh like she'd just caught her own slip-up.
“Forgot the lighter. Grab this too.”
“...I don't get why you're giving me these.”
“It's a gift. After this party's over, we'll nominate you next month or whatever.”
Ha Yoon caught the tossed lighter and asked, and Han Seol-ah stubbed out her smoke in the ashtray.
“It's an order. Next time we meet, make sure at least three are left.”
“...Why three?”
“'Cause you'll smoke 'em with Master and me then, duh. Oh, go ahead and light one up now if you want. It's break time.”
Break time? Ha Yoon glanced around. No more classical music playing, the hall dimmer than before, and a few people missing.
Plus those faint moans drifting in... Yeah, she could guess what was going down.
How much time had passed, anyway? She shot Han Seol-ah a quizzical look.
“How long was I out?”
“Dunno, five hours maybe? No clocks in the hall—that's the rule for these gatherings.”
“F-five hours?”
Way more than she'd thought—Ha Yoon stuttered. The last clear memory only covered about an hour, and now it was several times that. No wonder she was stunned.
While Ha Yoon reeled, Han Seol-ah grinned like something had just clicked.
“So, who's Seon-ah?”
“Wh-who?”
“Kim Seon-ah. The one you were bawling for—'Seon-ah, Seon-ah'?”
Ha Yoon's face turned beet red.
'I cried? For Kim Seon-ah?'
No way. Sure, she'd been leaning on Kim Seon-ah lately and gotten tons of help, but she wasn't so deep in that she'd cry for her.
...Probably. Drugged haze, spotty memories—she couldn't be sure. And yeah, the TS had made her more emotional overall, so Han Seol-ah's words carried some weight.
Still, Ha Yoon shook her head like she was denying it hard.
“...No way that happened.”
“Not teasing—you really did it. So, spill: who's Kim Seon-ah?”
“Just... an academy intake buddy.”
“Intake buddies get close, sure. I was tight with mine. So, you two hook up?”
“...Pardon?”
Han Seol-ah tossed it out so casually that Ha Yoon could only gape back. But she didn't let up.
“That reaction says you haven't yet. Makes sense—it's only been a week or so. Not that far along, huh?”
“No, wait... why even assume...?”
“...? You were a trainer—you know how it is. Trainees banging each other.”
Yeah, she knew. It looked like lesbian stuff on the surface, but these were ex-guys.
Stunning beauties everywhere now—horny as hell was only natural, body swap or not.
But Ha Yoon couldn't connect that to why it'd be her and Kim Seon-ah specifically. As she floundered, Han Seol-ah nodded like it clicked.
“Now that I think about it, you weren't much of a trainer—just a trainee-body fiend, right? No wonder you wouldn't know.”
“What?”
“Trainees hooking up, I mean. Intake buddies usually do it. Not always, but mostly.”
“R-right...”
Not info she cared to know. Ha Yoon mumbled awkwardly, and Han Seol-ah looped back.
“So, really haven't, huh?”
“Of course...”
The word stuck in her throat. A memory flashed—Kim Seon-ah hugging her from behind, helping her get off. Ha Yoon hesitated.
'Does that count as sex?'
Nah. Sex meant bodies meshed together—that was just one-sided.
But girl-on-girl might be different, right? While she mulled, Han Seol-ah snickered.
“Something's bugging you, but you're not sure?”
“N-no, it's not...”
“Keep it simple: did you two rub? Or just hand stuff?”
“...Hand stuff.”
“Then not sex. Just some intense skinship.”
“That so?”
Han Seol-ah's cut-and-dry verdict had Ha Yoon tilting her head too. Made sense—Jin Si-won was always yapping about rubbing, after all.
As she thought that, Han Seol-ah sidled up, threw an arm around her shoulders, and leaned in close.
“So that means little Ha Yoon hasn't fucked any girls yet?”
“...By your metric, yeah.”
Some bad vibe prickled her, but she answered carefully. Han Seol-ah grinned.
“Guess that makes me your first then. Nice to be ya.”
“First what, that's...”
“Don't play coy. You think we'd come this far just to chat?”
The hand stroking her collarbone felt way too suggestive. Ha Yoon shivered as it trailed up her nape, mumbling,
“Not... but...”
“Party's not over. Hell, it's just getting started.”
The classy affair with classical tunes and polite chatter was done.
But the night was young. Real VIP servicing kicked off proper after dark.
“Look at me.”
Ha Yoon couldn't resist the hand gripping her chin and turning her face. Han Seol-ah gazed into those full-bloom cherry blossom eyes while stroking her under-eye with her other hand.
'Pretty. Stupid pretty.'
Back when they met, she'd threatened to gouge 'em out to scare her, but staring now, she half-wondered if she should ask Woo Shin-hyung to do it for real.
Of course, they'd look different gouged out.
Maybe skip the gouging. Han Seol-ah leaned in closer, thinking that.
“Hic!”
Ha Yoon squeezed her eyes shut at the sudden nearness.
Han Seol-ah ignored the fear and planted a kiss on her eyelid. Rubbed her lips over the tightly shut eye, then left her mark on that sharp nose bridge.
Cheek, jaw, nape... Ha Yoon's body quivered as the lips trailed slowly downward. But Han Seol-ah had no plans to get down to business here.
She pecked her cheek again and eyed Ha Yoon with greedy shine. Eyes still clamped shut, trembling like a cornered bunny—so damn cute.
She wanted to snatch her up, turn her into a slave who only had eyes for her... But Han Seol-ah was owned too, so no dice.
“Already getting frisky?”
“Ah, Master!”
Han Seol-ah paused her smooch-fest when Woo Shin-hyung came back. With the lips finally off her face, Ha Yoon cautiously cracked her eyes and let out a sneaky sigh of relief.
Way too soon for that. The bulge straining his pants was right there. Ignoring her darkening expression, Woo Shin-hyung said,
“Room's ready. Wanna head over?”
“Hell yeah! You good with that, Ha Yoon?”
“...Sure.”
Ha Yoon forced a smile and nodded.