Long Time No See – Basement Heat
Jeong Su-jeong and I packed up some vegetable gopchang and a few bottles of soju from a nearby market and headed back to the Yeonnam-dong mansion. Buzzing with excitement about our day off tomorrow, Su-jeong looked ready to bolt straight up to the second-floor bedroom, but I opened the heavy basement door in the corner of the first-floor living room.
"Huh? The basement? Whoa, awesome. That's right, I haven't checked it out yet."
"Starting tomorrow, the interior team comes in and guts the whole place. This empty concrete ruin vibe is our last chance, so how about a casual noraebang-style drink down here?"
At my suggestion, Su-jeong's eyes went wide before she clapped her hands like a kid, beaming.
"No way, that's genius! I love that street stall vibe!"
We ripped open some boxes and plopped down in the middle of the empty 100-pyeong basement. Under the soft sensor lights, the cold gray concrete walls blended strangely well with the greasy aroma of vegetable gopchang. The clink of our soju glasses echoed pleasantly through the vast emptiness.
"Kkuu... this vibe is insane. Cheers, oppa!"
Su-jeong downed her shot, chewed on the gopchang, and kept letting out gasps of delight. That's what I loved about hanging with Su-jeong or Ji-hye—this easy comfort. I watched her fondly and emptied my glass.
As the alcohol kicked in, we swapped stories from our old hoebang days, laughing our asses off. Gossip about asshole customers, kitchen auntie tales—you name it. Mid-rant, Su-jeong suddenly set down her chopsticks and looked at me.
"Oh yeah, oppa. Remember Lee Sol unnie?"
"Lee Sol?"
A tiny girl immediately flashed in my mind. She'd worked under me full-time in the kitchen and hall long before Ji-hye, Ji-hee, or Su-jeong started part-timing.
Was she even 148cm? She looked so loli you'd swear she was my niece. Twin tails, no less. Straight-up screaming "I'm a total loli!" What stood out most was her rough-and-tumble personality, rougher than any guy's. She'd trail after me yelling "Hyung! Hyung!" instead of manager or oppa. Two years older than Su-jeong, one year older than Ji-hye and Ji-hee. But looks-wise, she seemed the baby of the group—yet the actual oldest of the four.
"Sol? Of course I remember. We gamed together all the time and pounded drinks. Why bring her up out of nowhere?"
"I got in touch with unnie a few days ago! She's doing internet broadcasts now."
"Broadcasts? Her?"
"Yeah! Some hako-bang gaming streamer. She set up a VTuber character and streams games? Still swears like a sailor, hilarious as hell."
"Whoa, VTuber? That's a riot."
"We were messaging, and your name came up. She was like, 'What’s hyung up to? Still stuck in the abyss tier?'"
"Abyss... damn. I haven't gamed in forever! That little shit."
I could picture the tiny brat cackling.
"Whoa... she still calls me hyung? She's 29 now. Should be married off."
"Hehe, people don't change that easy! She asked for your number, so I said I'd check with you first. Cool if I give it?"
Weird. As I'd gotten older and more jaded, I'd cut ties with almost everyone. But she still remembered me. Of course she would. Sol, still her bright, no-filter self as a hako-bang streamer. Hearing about this no-strings, rapid-fire buddy after so long made me chuckle despite myself.
"Yeah, give it. Been ages since I heard that little one's voice. Should be fun."
"Nah, just give me your number. I'll call her."
Su-jeong opened her phone and recited it. I punched it into mine and stared at the screen. First contact in four or five years. A shard of my pathetic past. I hit call before saving it.
The ringing echoed off the cold concrete walls.
After three rings, a familiar yet distant voice came through.
[Hello?]
Still that high, babyish voice. A hint of wariness.
"Who else? Your old manager who pounded draft beers with you after closing."
Silence on the line. Then a gasp and a shriek that pierced my ear.
[Holy shit! Hyung?! No fucking way, it's Han Siwoo?!]
"Mouth still filthy. 29 years old and still 'hyung, hyung'?"
[This is fucking nuts! Hyung, it's been forever!!!! I was gonna hit you up first, but that bitch Su-jeong said she'd ask you, so I waited! How many years, man?!]
How does that tiny body produce that volume? Her high energy had my lips twitching.
"Years? Try over four since you stiffed me on drinks and ghosted. What's up these days? Hako-bang streamer, huh."
[Fuck, hako? Harsh much. I got a solid hundred viewers now? Slap up a VTuber avatar and suck otaku cash—pure bliss. Hyung flush these days? Come to my stream, drop some chairman dono?]
"Hahaha. Delusional. Streaming with that kid face raw would suck. VTuber fits perfect. Text me your link. I'll check it—if it's good, I'll toss some superchat."
[Classy as ever, manager. You with Su-jeong now?]
"Yeah, just us pounding drinks. I'll hit you up later—we'll all grab heavy ones soon. My treat on meat, like old times."
[Deal! Fuck yeah! So pumped. See your face soon, hyung! Hit my stream!]
"Yeah. Hanging up."
I tossed the phone on the floor. Felt like chatting with a buddy from hours ago—no awkwardness. Sol had that weird talent for putting people at ease. The sudden camaraderie had me grinning like an idiot as I lifted my glass, but the air shifted.
The basement went quiet. Su-jeong, who'd been raving about the stall vibe while munching, now just poked at the cold gopchang with wooden chopsticks. No bright smile—lips pursed, glaring at the floor.
Huh...
"What? Lips about to scrape the floor."
"Wasn't jealous."
Sullen reply. I chuckled and lit a cig.
"Bull. You're stabbing holes in the gopchang. Jealous of Sol?"
She flinched, slammed her chopsticks down, poured soju, and slammed a shot. "Kkuu." Cheeks flushed, she looked up at me.
Adorable.
"Yeah, jealous. Feels weird."
"Why? The superchat joke? We rake in billions—you know that."
"Not about money, oppa."
Su-jeong hugged her knees and sighed softly. Her long lashes trembled under the sensor light.
"I get it logically—oppa banging other women for streams, tormenting them, all that hardcore shit. I'm part of your system, your accomplice. Knew from the start you couldn't be mine alone."
Her calm confession hung low off the concrete walls.
"But... seeing you chat so casually with another girl, laughing easy, totally disarmed... Guess I'm just a girl after all. Why does normal intimacy sting more than work sex?"
She smiled bitterly and bonked her head.
"Act all cool, but jealous inside. I'm the worst. Sorry, oppa—I swore no jealousy. Just... love you too much."
My perfectly tamed ally. Diving into money and pleasure's abyss, reveling in depravity. But now, whining over gopchang, she was just a fragile twenty-something craving full love from the guy she adored.
That contradiction. Deep in corruption, yet craving everyday affection—her honesty scratched my sanity just right. Hot blood rushed south, heavy ache surging.
Fucking cute. Raw lust boiled up from my gut.
"Cute as hell, Jeong Su-jeong. C'mere."
From my box seat, I yanked her wrist. She yelped and collapsed into my lap. I wrapped her waist, settling her astride me.
"O-oppa...?"
Her eyes went wide. I gripped her chin and claimed her lips.
"Mmph, mm...!"
Gopchang spice, booze bitterness, her sweet saliva mingled. Light kiss turned sloppy deep fast. Her tongue wrapped mine instinctively. Breathless, I slipped a hand under her thin tank top. Hot, soft skin against the basement chill filled my palm.
"Haa... oppa, why so sudden..."
Lips parted; she panted, eyes hazy.
"You got me hard."
"Me?"
"That jealousy. Fucking adorable and hot."
Her neck flushed crimson. I cupped her cheeks, stopping her shy dodge.
"Off-stream, you're just a pretty girl. Jealousy's fine—no big deal. Don't beat yourself up."
Her clear eyes quivered, welling up.
"Oppa... you're a pro at driving people crazy."
She threw her arms around my neck, kissing me desperate and tender—like craving full love, confirming mine. I stroked her nape and pulled back slow.
"Floor's gonna be brutal. Head upstairs?"
"No... hold me here. Wanna do it here."
She nuzzled my chest, whining.
"Concrete sex—first time."
"Hehe... yeah. Fucking on concrete floor—total first."
Sensor light slid over her pale skin. I knelt over her, hiking up her tank's hem.
She raised her arms to help; creamy shoulders and delicate collarbone bared. Unhooked her bra—perky tits swelled free. I buried my face in her soft cleavage, inhaling deep. Her faint scent tickled my nose.
"Haang... oppa..."
Tongue flicked her nipple; she moaned sweet, fingers in my hair. Sucked gentle, rolled it. She arched, lost in pleasure.
"Schlurp... my Su-jeong. Delicious."
"Hng... your eyes so tender... melting... fuck... you do this to Ji-hye unnie or Ji-hee unnie...?"
"Nah. Haven't fucked them like this yet."
"Wha?"
"Cute."
Yanked pants and panties off—dripping slit glistened. Zipped down, freed my cock. Spread her thighs around my waist.
"Going in slow."
"Yeah... haa..."
Squelch—hot, tight walls gripped seamless. Pure, full union sharing heat.
"Aa... oppa... hng... so warm..."
Bottomed out; she gasped, clutching my shoulders. Gripped her hips, slow rhythm. Slap, slap. Sticky flesh smacks filled the silence.
"Haa... ngh, aa, right there... oppa, hng."
Her half-lidded eyes locked on me. No cameras, no VVIP stares—just us.
"Su-jeong."
"Yess... haa, aa!"
"Laugh with other girls or not. Right now, it's you."
Happy smile bloomed. Legs locked my waist, sticky moans nasal.
"I know... ahn! This gaze just for me, hng, this tenderness... all mine... aa!"
Bent to pepper her forehead, nose, lips with soft kisses.
"All yours? Tough. But you're sweetest now."
"Tch..."
Tempo ramped. Perfect mutual bliss speed.
"Haa... Su-jeong. Cumming."
"Aa... inside, hng... oppa, warm, inside... aaaang!"
Peak hit; I crushed her hips, flooding deep with hot waves. She climaxed, trembling, face in my neck, long sweet cry.
Post-creampie, we stayed linked, panting, sharing warmth. Fingered sweat from her brow, whispered in her ear.
"Love you."
She beamed, smacking a kiss on my neck.
"Me too. Love you most in the world, Siwoo oppa."
Can't love just one with all these women. But it's real. Our bond's straight, so love flows. In the cold, raw 100-pyeong concrete void, our night deepened warmer than ever.