But on Dangerous Days, Can't We Just Do It from Behind?
Thanks to Baek Harin's so-called consideration—which wasn't really consideration at all—I got off work at the café a little earlier than scheduled. Of course, with a certain lump of annoyance glued to my side. Hanjiu, you creepy bastard.
"Your sister said you looked pretty all dolled up, so go have fun or whatever!" It felt like a massive misunderstanding had piled up, but since she was letting me leave early, I didn't feel like refusing. I just changed out of my shirt and stepped out from behind the counter.
"So, where we going?"
"Beats me. Anywhere you wanna go?"
"You know I hate crowds."
Hanjiu let out a snicker at my words. It pissed me off so much that I kicked his thigh and snapped, "But you're the one who suddenly shows up at our café!"
"Nah, I was just walking by, got hot, and popped in. Why you freaking out?"
"Yeah, right."
Grinning slyly, Hanjiu continued, "For real though, I didn't know you'd be here. Weren't you supposed to work Thursdays?"
"See? You even know my schedule. You came yesterday just to mess with me."
"Mess with you? Nah, just came to check it out."
Now he wasn't even pretending to hide it.
"Since you seem to know everything, that girl with the brown bob? One of the girls you hang with."
"Seo Dayeon?"
"Dunno her name. Anyway, she said you switched to tomorrow's shift and asked me to look after you after."
You're dead, Seo Dayeon. This time, I won't let it slide so easily.
Anyway... revenge aside, what the hell am I supposed to do with this guy now?
"Hey, wanna hit up a PC bang?"
Hanjiu shook his head side to side at my suggestion.
"Seriously, with that face, a PC bang? That's why I can't get used to it."
"Then what? I got all dressed up, so maybe some fancy dinner?"
"Forget that. Just follow me. I know a spot."
"Hey, hey! Wait up!"
Suddenly, Hanjiu's thick, calloused hand wrapped around my wrist. The pull was pretty forceful. I didn't want to whine about it hurting in front of him, so I gritted my teeth and scrambled to match his pace.
T-this bastard. Why's he in such a hurry!
"S-slow down! Hngh. Match my stride!"
We entered some unfamiliar building, caught our breath in the elevator, and arrived at...
"This is the prime spot, they say."
He released my wrist and looked at me smugly. Rubbing my throbbing wrist, I finally took in our surroundings.
We were on the rooftop of the Apple Plaza building, right in front of the main stadium. Under the deepening purple twilight sky, a few early birds had already claimed spots. Couples leaned against the railing, shoulders touching as they gazed down at the stadium below.
These are all couples...
Hanjiu nodded toward an empty spot at the railing. Guess he wants to go watch like them. I followed without a word.
We were just fuck buddies exchanging conveniences—no sticky romance—so unlike the couples nearby, we kept a bit of distance as we settled into the empty space.
The vast stadium stretched out below in a single panoramic view. The distance meant we couldn't make out faces on stage clearly, but whatever. My brain wasn't flooded with female hormones enough to ogle guys' faces. Better than down there smelling strangers' sweat while they suffer. Plus, there was a huge screen set up.
If I really wanted to know what they looked like, I could just look there.
"Hey, how'd you even know about this place?"
"A hyung from my basketball club told me."
"Club? You do that kinda stuff?"
"Kinda happened."
He said it casually, but I could see a hint of pride cracking through his stoic face.
"Come out sometime."
"With this body?" I pulled up my sleeve under the T-shirt and flexed hard. "These arms couldn't even throw a basketball properly. Too heavy."
Snow-white, scrawny arms without a trace of muscle. And the wrist he'd grabbed was flushed red, like it'd been shackled.
Nothing like the me from three years ago, scrapping in the paint for box-outs with this guy.
"Yeah, you'd probably have to shoot two-handed like a fag."
"Fag? Watch your mouth—"
A roar of cheers drowned out my retort. What was that? Ending fairy or something? Anyway, the screen by the stage showed pretty boys striking poses tailored to the vibe.
So their name is...
"Hey, you know their name?"
Hanjiu stared at me in shock.
"You don't know them?"
Our chat paused. He clicked his tongue and shook his head.
"Objet. They're hot right now."
"The fuck is that, you weeb."
"Weeb? Every real fan knows 'em. Even I, a guy, do."
Truth be told, I wasn't totally clueless. Seeing them big on screen jogged my memory. Last year at cram school, one of my dorm sisters was obsessed with that boy group. That skinny guy holding the mic now—bleached hair threw me off, but he was her ultimate bias.
Hiding ragged breaths, the light talk with the crowd wrapped up, and the next song kicked in. Unlike the intense dance track before, an acoustic slow tempo fit for an early summer evening filled the air.
To that melody, even I and Hanjiu stopped talking, staring blankly down at the stadium.
Definitely the kind of looks girls go for. They're handsome, sure.
As the sweet sounds played, a thought hit me. Keeping my eyes fixed below, I grumbled curtly, "Hey, Hanjiu. If you confess right now, I'll kill you."
"What the hell, you crazy bitch."
"I thought about it real hard. When a guy brings a girl to a spot like this, the intent's obvious."
"True that."
Unlike calling me a crazy bitch, he admitted it flatly. Of course, knowing what I really was, he wouldn't actually confess.
"Song's good."
With that, talk died again. We stood side by side for a while, humming along wordlessly.
The silence wasn't awkward. We weren't that kind of couple.
Passing the gentle build-up, the sound swelled toward the highlight.
"By the way, no sex tonight."
"Why?"
This time, he whipped his head around fast. From that look, he'd been planning to fuck me, if not confess.
"You bastard! You brought me here for this?"
"Good's good, right? You said girls need the mood."
He chuckled. But unlike the smile lingering on his lips, his gaze was thick, sticky—predator locking on prey. Pure male instinct.
The melody softened past the highlight. Under the purple sky. In this vibe. With that look...
Ah... damn it, here we go again.
If I were a normal girl, I'd have fallen for it. Not showing it, but... Hanjiu's decent-looking, great body. A few girls around me had asked about him.
Sucks for him, though. No matter how he stared, no matter the romantic setup...
His target wasn't normal. I clicked my tongue, stepping away from the pheromone-spewing stud.
Stay close, and I'd end up raw-dogged without even fucking.
"Nope. They say all men are thieves, and it's true."
As soon as I spoke, he closed the gap I'd made.
Cool evening breeze mixed with fading melody and thick woody cologne tickled my nose.
"So, you hate it?"
His fierce eyes made me look away involuntarily.
I didn't... hate it. If split into hate or like, it was like.
Bodies don't lie. Men or women. Women don't show it like men, but my nipples were stiff against the bra lining with every breath. Panties were getting wet inside my black slacks.
But.
"Even so, no dice tonight."
"Why? No plans after, right?"
"Nah, it's not that... um..."
His intense gaze shifted to confusion. He must think it's weird I'm rejecting this hard.
Should I just tell him? Too much info? Or he's holding back more than usual, from how clingy he is.
Ugh... After a beat, I sighed softly and lifted my lips.
"It's a dangerous day today."
"Dangerous day?"
Caught off guard, he blinked blankly. Unlike earlier when his stare alone could've knocked me up, that innocent look showed he was still a kid.
"Yeah. Timing's iffy. Probably ovulation today or tomorrow."
So, no contact, but this mood alone makes my lower belly tingle and panties soak? Not 'cause I'm some fallen bitch! Blame the hormones!
The gentle outro melody faded out.
Glancing over, Hanjiu was still staring at my face.
"What're you looking at?"
Finally, he stirred.
"Nah, just... kinda amazed."
"What's amazing now, my ball-bro?"
"Hearing words like 'dangerous day' and 'ovulation' from you. Makes me think you're really Song Yujeong, a girl."
I'm sick of that line. I clicked my tongue. "Cut it out. You said that last time after seeing the pads on my bathroom shelf."
"No, it's 'cause your vibe and habits are still the same as when you were a guy."
He shook his head. I gave my ball-bro some sincere advice.
"So go snag a decent girl. We can't keep this up forever."
"For real?"
"My friends...? Nah, not them. Want me to hook you up with an acquaintance? Girls know best."
"Pass. Who needs girls when I gotta do military first."
Military. Military.
Those two words shut my snarky mouth. I'd forgotten, being so distant from it now.
Yeah, after freshman year, enlistment's the standard path. Probably passed physical—fit body like his screams active duty, grade 1.
Right, till he goes, I can take care of—
"But on a dangerous day, can't we just do it from behind?"
"Die. Just fucking die, you psycho! Fall off this roof right now!"