“My Roommates And I Were Playing Monopoly And Suddenly, One Of Them Lets Me Fuck Her Ass To Pay The Rent! Will My Other Roommate Be Okay With Us Fucking Right In Front Of Her?"
“Come ooooon, oppa! It’ll be quick, I promise!” Yerim said while dragging you to the photo booth.
“With this much stuff?” you said while holding up three plastic bags containing food and drinks for dinner tonight.
“Don’t worry about it! Just a few pictures and then we’ll be on our way home alright? Please, oppa? Pretty pleeeeease?” Yerim insisted, showing her puppy eyes while holding onto your right arm.
Goodness, she’s so cute!
You sighed. “Last stop, then we’re heading home."
Yerim squealed with delight. You both then entered the photo booth, her hands dragging you along by your arm. Yerim’s impatience caught up with you before you could even put the plastic bags down. She quickly inserted some coins into the machine and pressed the shutter button.
"Get ready to take your photo!”
“Woah hold on—"
"Say cheese!”
Yerim’s heartful laughter resonated across the quiet street. It’s been about ten minutes and still, she couldn’t stop busting a gut over your face in the pictures you both took earlier at the photo booth.
“Are you done Yerim?” you asked, blatantly annoyed by her playfulness.
The dark brown-haired girl who was holding her belly began to calm down, before bursting out in another series of giggles once again.
“Sorry, sorry, I just can’t get over how funny you looked in these photos oppa!” Yerim reminded you of the photos you both took just a little while ago.
They turned out great in her eyes, but not in yours. Yerim had different expressions and poses, while you looked silly in a few photos due to the sudden rush. One picture that cracks Yerim up was where you were just a blurry thing behind her.
“Well, if someone cared to wait for a little bit, then the pictures would turn out good!” you exclaimed.
“Hehehe, sorry oppa! I just wanted to make it quick. Besides, Jinsol unnie’s probably waiting for us at home.”
You looked at your wristwatch. “Oof, yeah, it’s already ten. Let’s hurry then, we don’t want the tiger to show its fangs again!"
Yerim giggled. "That was unnie’s fault! She didn’t tell me about waking her up for class yesterday! You see, I-”
As Yerim continued defending herself about what happened the morning before, you both eventually arrived at your shared apartment after a few turns. Inside the apartment, Yerim then cheekily hopped on each staircase, leading up to the third floor. You tried catching up to her, but you’re not taking the risk of potentially dropping the dinner for tonight — it was all on you as well.
The doorbell rang a couple of times, startling Jinsol who was watching a variety show on the TV. After clumsily falling off the couch because of the shock, Jinsol rushed towards the door to open it.
“Unnie!” Yerim shrieked out like she hadn’t seen Jinsol for days.
“Jeez, you’re so loud! You were only out for two hours!”
“And that’s enough for me to miss you!“ Yerim instantly hugged Jinsol who had a mix of concerned and disgusted looks on her face.
"Bro, that’s cringe,” Jinsol answered, but quickly returned the hug.
You went inside the apartment quietly, unnoticed by the two lovebirds. You gave a low sigh after seeing the mess in the living room caused by the woman who was still stuck in Yerim’s embrace. Jinsol loves building and playing around with Gundam figurines, but you’re not a big fan of how many of the small parts are scattered around the house after she’s done with them. Even after you have countlessly stepped onto them and screamed out in pain, you never really complained about it to Jinsol since you knew that she wouldn’t listen.
That is the truth of living in this apartment with these two — Choi Yerim and Jung Jinsol. One is an enthusiastic and extremely extroverted girl with no shame, and another one is a quiet, dorky, and yet chaotic girl who was possibly a man in her past life. At the very least, your apartment doesn’t feel too quiet with these two hanging around.
After cleaning a bit of Jinsol’s work on the table, you put down the plastic bags and got out the four boxes of food, three canned beer, and a box of two strawberry cake slices.
“Stop getting onto my back, you’re heavy!” Jinsol exclaimed.
Yerim whined, “Ah, you’re so mean unnie!"
Both of them made their way to the living room with Yerim clinging onto Jinsol like glue, hugging her by the waist. Once you opened a box with tteokbokki inside, the smell disseminated into the air, making everyone in the living room drool. Jinsol didn’t waste anymore time as she jumped over the couch and sat down on the floor. Yerim joined in soon after, sitting beside Jinsol and grabbed a drink.
“Sheeeesh, this is a lot!” Jinsol exclaimed. “Can we even finish this? And cakes? Seriously?”
“What’s wrong with them, unnie?” Yerim asked. “I’ve been craving a cake for days! They’re also perfect for desserts!”
“Well, you better finish it! The fridge is already full from your yogurts and jellies. Can’t even store that beef tripe that I got from my mom yesterday.” Jinsol complained.
“You could just have a few to make more space, I don’t mind! I can buy more!”
“I could, if the yogurts weren’t coconut flavor-”
You stopped the argument by letting Jinsol smell the box that you held in front of her face, the smell that she knew all too well — chicken feet. “Will this shut you up?”
Jinsol gasped and grabbed the box off of your hand. “For me?! You actually got it?!”
“As a thank you for helping me with my thesis the other day.”
"Bro, I said it was nothing, really. Thanks anyways!”
As everybody has their own set of meals, the three of you — mainly Yerim and Jinsol, enjoy the late dinner. It doesn’t hurt to treat them once in a while, so you feel just as happy as they are. Not to mention, it’s been a while too since all of you spent some time together in the house. Balancing work and study is already hard enough, and as cold as you were, you definitely don’t want to add social life to the list.
“Oh yeah, can I borrow your notes from account class oppa? I forgot to jot down a few things.” Yerim said in a muffled voice — her mouth was filled with food inside.
“Later, I haven’t finished filtering it."
Jinsol looked confused. "The fuck? You filter your notes?” she asked, emphasizing the word ‘filter’ with her fingers.
“It means making the notes more readable for me.”
“Mhm, that’s why I like borrowing his notes! It’s soooo much easier to read than Professor Haseul’s slides!” Yerim butted in the conversation, her mouth still full with food.
“Wow, dude. I really gotta learn some stuff from you. Can I have a bit of yours?” Jinsol points to your food with her chopsticks.
“Help yourself, noona. I already ate a bit before this.” Jinsol already took half of your kimbap before you even finished talking.
“With a certain… professor perhaps?” Yerim teased you and took a sip of her drink, grinning from ear to ear.
“Hey, I thought we were done with that!” you groaned.
“Doesn’t help when you’re the only male student that has ever been asked out by the hot and gorgeous Ms. Saerom herself!"
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