Tuesday | December 26th, 2023 | 4:53 PM
"Your order number is 49," I said as I ripped out the printing receipt and handed it over to the lady standing at the register.
"Thank you," the lady smiled, taking the paper and stepping aside.
"Of course," I grinned, dipping my head down and looking at Ningning and Karina, both of them working around each other to fill out the drink orders. The boba shop was finally busy, the shop filled with friends and family coming in for the holiday break.
"Order 42, one large green tea, 50% sweetness, and less ice," Karina read out the drink ticket and set the cup down on the counter while she waited for the customer to come pick it up.
The day was a little chaotic, and I had to work harder to keep up, but it was a nice kind of chaos. It was busy, and there were plenty of customers, and we were working hard. But, it was the type of busy where you were so occupied, and time flew by fast.
I liked this type of busy. Definitely beat the days where the clock felt like it was ticking slowly, and every minute dragged on forever. Chungha was back in the kitchen, making food and filling out meal orders while Ningning, Karina, and I worked on the floor, taking drink orders and serving drinks.
The bell above the entrance rang, and I looked over. Three new customers entered, a young couple and their child, walking together. I put on a smile and greeted them, "Hello, how can I help you?"
I was helping the new customers when Karina leaned in behind me, her lips by my ear and her hands on my shoulders. "Hey, when you finish with them. Can you come help Ningning? I think she's getting overwhelmed. She looks stressed." I gave Karina a subtle nod, and her hands lifted from my shoulders, and she went back to filling out orders.
"Your total is $23.45," I announced to the couple, and the father stepped forward and handed over a credit card. I swiped his card and handed it back. My fingers drummed against the counter while the printer pushed out their receipt, "Your order number is 50. It should be ready shortly."
"Thanks," the man said, tucking his wallet into his pocket and taking the paper. His wife and child moved over to the waiting area, and the two of them sat down. Their daughter was bouncing on the chair, excited. After clearing the line, I let out a breath and took a glance over at the drinks station.
Karina was right, Ningning looked like she was moving slow and unsure of what to do next. I moved around the counter and headed over to her side. Without saying a word, I glanced at the tickets she was working on and snatched up a cup and started working on the drinks.
She shot me a small look and a nod, "Thanks."
"Of course," I hummed, flashing her a quick smile. It didn't take long before we fell into a comfortable rhythm, even with little bumps and mistakes, the two of us worked well together, and eventually, we were back on track.
Ningning had a bit of a learning curve and struggled with the process. She had a hard time multitasking and mixing the drinks correctly, and she would accidentally switch up the order tickets out of order.
She was still new, so it was to be expected, but I didn't mind helping her, especially since Karina was always there as support, and the two of us worked well together and covered her.
After some time, the pace of the customers died down, and it became less hectic, and more manageable. We had a good flow going, and the three of us were working around each other well. The customers had slowed down, and the shop was mostly empty, save for a few regulars sitting at the tables, typing away on their laptops.
I poked my head into the kitchen, which was an absolute mess. If there was a part of the job I wish I never get during a rush like that, it would be the kitchen. Working by yourself as orders flooded in, your sense of cleanliness gets thrown out the window as you start leaving dirty utensils and open containers everywhere, and you can't bother to clean up as the orders pile up.
Chungha's face was red, and her hair was sticking to her forehead, "You good?"
There was another thing. With all the cooking surfaces around you, it gets absurdly hot in the back. I could just feel the heat hit me as I walked inside. "I'm great," she said, a forced smile on her face. She was sitting on a little box close to the ground, fanning herself with her apron as sweat trickled down her neck. Her shirt was stained, and her arms were covered in sauces and food crumbs.
Her head was tilted back as she breathed, and her chest rose and fell. She looked absolutely drained, and tired. And, kind of, erotic. Not that I was looking at her chest, but the way her shirt was clinging to her body, and her face was flushed, her hair a mess. Fuck, it look like she just got finished getting roughed up.
I couldn't look away, and it wasn't like she was stopping me. Her closed eyes told me she didn't even realize how long I was staring at her. It was like watching a car crash, and the blood was rushing through my veins, the tips of my ears turning pink, and a blush creeping up onto my cheeks.
"Uh," I mumbled, my mouth dry, "You need help cleaning?"
"Hm," she hummed, her eyes fluttering open, and her gaze meeting mine. "Please," she breathed, a tiny smile tugging on the edges of her lips. I was a little lost in her stare, and the world was still. Her sharp gaze felt heavy, and her dark eyes were intense. I didn't know if it was the exhaustion, but the way she was looking at me was so fucking attractive.
"Sure," I nodded, swallowing, the sound thick. I forced myself to tear my gaze away from her and focus on the trays piling up by the sink. I couldn't waste any more time. There was a lot of dishes to do. I started the tap and began washing the load, my fingers slipping under the scalding water.
It was the type of pain that made me bite the inside of my cheek, but it wasn't bad. The feeling kept me distracted, and the thoughts swirling around my brain weren't about Chungha. They weren't about her and the way she looked so disheveled and messy, her face and her body so lewd, her breathing deep, and her legs parted, her shirt tight around her chest.
Fuck.
I couldn't get the thoughts out of my head, and the way her lips were parted, and the way her eyes were half-lidded, and her eyelashes were so long. She had been working so hard, and the way she looked was making my dick throb.
No.
Fuck, I couldn't.
We were at work.
This was not the place.
My brain was telling me to calm the fuck down and to get a grip. This wasn't the time nor the place. Now wasn't the time to be thinking with the lower half of my body. I splashed hot water onto my face and hissed, the burn jolting me awake. I couldn't let Chungha see me like this.
"Shit," I grumbled, running a hand through my hair, and a sigh slipping out. "Focus," I whispered. While Chungha took care of the occasional food order, I moved around the kitchen and cleaned up the counters and surfaces, keeping her station tidy for her. As I finished up the last few dirty dishes, Chungha slipped out from the kitchen and came up beside me.
"Thank god, the rush is over," she muttered, grabbing the rag off the counter and wiping her hands, "I'm beat."
"You okay," I asked, my hands still submerged in the sink.
"Yeah," she nodded, leaning against the counter and giving me a once over. She smiled and tilted her head, "Are you? You look a little flushed."
"Oh, no, I'm good," I replied, flashing her a smile.
"Okay," she hummed, raising a brow, a smirk on her lips. "You seem a little stressed. Let's not make you stress any further." She left my side and disappeared to the front of the cafe.
My jaw clenched, and my shoulders tensed. Fuck, was I being obvious? Was it written all over my face? C'mon, Minjae. Get your shit together.
Once I finished with all of the dishes, I pulled the plug and watched as the water swirled down the drain, the bubbles fading. I took a moment to breathe, letting the cool air fill my lungs. It helped clear the fog in my brain, and I felt a little calmer and my body was no longer in heat.
I slipped the rag off the edge of the sink and dried off my hands. I wiped down the surface around the sink and set it aside. Once everything was cleaned and put away, I gave the kitchen one last look before leaving.
Dude, what the fuck.
The first thing I saw was Ningning's midriff, and I couldn't help but pause, my jaw falling a little slack. She was holding out her shirt as she used a rag to wipe some stain on it. The smooth, pale skin of her stomach was on display, and my mouth was dry, and my pants were starting to feel a little tighter.
There was a slight pause, and she looked up, our gazes locking.
"Sorry," she squeaked, dropping her shirt. Her face flushed a dark shade of red, and her gaze fell, and she turned away, her arms dropping to her side. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and ducked her head, and I was stunned for a second.
Fuck.
She was cute. So was her tummy. Nope, nope, cut those thoughts out.
"No, it's fine," I quickly reassured, stepping forward. She looked up at me, and our eyes met again, her expression was shy. Karina and Chungha were by the front counter, the two of them in their own state of recovery from the afternoon rush.
"And that's why we wear aprons," Karina sighed, patting Ningning's back. Ningning looked up and glanced at her coworker, her eyes warm, "But, I don't want to look ugly."
"It's either that or food on your uniform," Chungha interjected.
"Well, I didn't want the drink on my shirt, and then it just happened," Ningning whined, her lower lip pouting.
"It's alright," Chungha shrugged, shaking her head. She was resting her head on her hand, and her hair was loose, and it spilled over her shoulders, and she looked relaxed, and at ease.
"Mhm," Karina hummed, reaching over and ruffling Ningning's hair.
"Hey," Ningning yelped, jumping a little and batting Karina's hands away, "Not the hair." I took that moment their attention was off of me to calm myself down. My heart was still beating a little too fast, and my head was still a little fuzzy, but I was good. Hopefully.
"But, anyways, I'm surprised we had a rush. We haven't had a rush like that since forever," Karina said, tilting her head and glancing over her shoulder at me. I shook my head and chuckled, "I was shocked too."
"Me too," Chungha said, "I haven't seen a crowd like that here. Usually, it's the quiet, college students with their laptops. Today was a mix, though. But, still."
"That's probably because there are a bunch of students home for break," Karina suggested.
"Or people visiting family and friends," Ningning added.
"Well, no matter what the reason is. The rush was nice," I said, stretching my arms over my head.
"Say that for yourself, you didn't have to slave away in the back," Chungha scoffed, giving me a small look.
"That was the most stressed I've been in a long time," Ningning sighed, her eyes fluttering shut, and her shoulders drooping.
"You think that's bad. Imagine having to work the front and the back," Karina mumbled, shaking her head, "Which we had to do before you joined us. That's why we are thankful for your aunt hiring you for our shifts."
"You're welcome," Ningning beamed, the ends of her mouth curving upwards. Chungha lightly laughed and ruffled Ningning's hair again. "Don't get a big head, you just got here," she said, a playful lilt in her voice.
Ningning huffed and stuck her tongue out at Chungha, who grinned and reached over and pinched her cheeks. "So cute," she teased. She turned back towards me and Karina, "But guess what."
"What," Karina asked, leaning her back against the counter and facing Chungha.
"I'm moving out of my apartment, and into a new place," she announced, her lips turning up into a smile, her eyes bright. My eyes widened, "Woah, really? That's great!"
"Congrats, Chungha," Karina cheered.
"Yay," Ningning said, clapping her hands together.
"When did you decide this?" I asked.
"Well, I've been wanting to get out of my apartment complex, but I haven't found a new place. And then, yesterday, I was talking with a friend, and they mentioned they knew of a new apartment complex nearby, and the rent was cheap. I was able to contact the owner, and they accepted my application. So, in a month or so when my lease is up, I'll be moving," Chungha said, taking a moment to catch her breath.
"So, where is it at?" Karina inquired, a curious look on her face.
"The new complex is a ten minute drive, maybe a little less. It's not that far from here, actually," Chungha replied.
"Oh, so I can come bother you whenever, and I can even visit," Karina beamed, the light in her eyes sparkling. Chungha rolled her eyes and let out a soft chuckle, "No! But, if you wanted to come over for dinner, and hang out, that would be okay."
"Of course, we would love to visit," Karina said, nodding her head.
"And I would love to visit as well," Ningning said, smiling.
"Actually, when I officially move in, we should have a housewarming party, or something. A get together," Chungha offered, looking at us.
"Yeah, definitely," I agreed, grinning.
"For sure," Karina added, her smile widening.
"Oh, I'm down," Ningning chimed.
"That would be great," Chungha said, her eyes shining, "I'll even invite some of my other friends. It'll be like a crossover of sorts."
"Crossover," Ningning repeated, "What are we, fanfiction characters?"
"No, you're just a dork," Chungha snorted, the corner of her eyes crinkling. Ningning huffed, her expression a mix of playfulness and annoyance, "You're mean."
"Awe," Chungha cooed, reaching over and pulling Ningning into her embrace, the smaller girl's head falling into her chest, her fingers brushing through Ningning's hair, "You know I'm only joking. Don't pout." Karina and I watched the scene play out, amused expressions on both our faces.
"Anyways, we are finally done with the rush, and we can take a moment and relax," Karina suggested.
"Finally," Chungha let out a sigh, "I am going to die. My body is dying."
"That sounds extreme," I laughed, "Why don't you take a rest and let us finish cleaning for now, as congrats for finding a new place."
"God bless you, Minjae. You are an angel sent from the heavens above," Chungha cooed, clasping her hands together. The sarcasm and sass were dripping from her words, and a small laugh slipped out, "Yeah, alright. Whatever."
"Alright, I'll leave it to you, Mr. Angel," she winked, pushing herself off the counter. She spun on her heel and disappeared into the kitchen. Ningning and Karina both glanced at me, and we all exchanged a knowing look before looking out towards the packed tables, the room filled with customers, and their conversations.
We cleaned the area around us, making sure we looked presentable and put together for incoming customers. As we were wrapping up, the bell above the entrance rang and the door swung open. My head perked up, and my mouth opened, ready to greet the new customer, but I quickly paused, the words stuck in my throat.
Chaewon smiled at me as she held the door open for her friends, the group of girls came trailing behind her. Sakura, Yunjin, Eunchae, Kazuha, and even Minji had come along with her. Their presence was totally unexpected. Just Chaewon by herself would’ve taken me off guard.
"Chae, what are you doing all the way down here?" I asked Chaewon as she approached the counter, her hands sliding into the pockets of her coat.
"Well, we were visiting Kazuha and Minji for the break and we were in the mood for boba, so here we are," she said, giving me a soft smile.
"Ah, is that so?"
"Mhm," Chaewon hummed, tilting her head.
"We didn't expect the place to be so busy, though," Sakura mentioned, coming up beside her while looking around her.
"Yeah, there was a rush just a bit ago. Things are a little slow now, though," I replied, a chuckle slipping out, "You're lucky you weren't here a little earlier. It was pretty hectic."
"Oh, really," Yunjin perked up, a playful grin on her lips.
"Yeah," I nodded, "But, don't worry, since you guys are the only ones ordering now, your drinks shouldn't take too long." Yunjin had stepped up to the counter, while the girls behind her were taking a look at the menu.
"Hi, Minjae," she said, leaning against the counter and flashing me a charming smile, her teeth glinting in the light, "Haven't seen you in a while."
"Hello, Yunjin. Been a while. How have you been," I greeted, tapping the screen and getting ready to enter the drink order.
"Been alright. Nothing interesting. Just school then break," she shrugged, "You know how it is."
"Yup, I feel you," I chuckled, "So, what will it be?"
"Hm," she hummed, pausing to think. Behind her, the rest of the girls had already formed a line and were waiting for their turn. Chaewon was standing in the back, her face turned to the menu hanging on the wall. She was a bit too far for me to see her face, and she was on the shorter side of her friends so she was partially blocked by the rest.
"A lychee milk tea. Half ice and 50% sweetness. Add a scoop of mango pudding. Oh, and strawberry," Yunjin said, smiling and nodding.
"Anything else," I asked, glancing at her. She was looking down at the screen but her orange hair was falling over her shoulder and framing her face. "No, that'll be all," she grinned, lifting her gaze. It was a simple look, but she just exuded confidence, her aura and energy were so cool.
"Gotcha, total will be $7.50."
"Perfect, thank you," she said, handing me her card. As I swiped her card, I bit down on my lip and tried not to stare. But, it was hard not to. Yunjin was gorgeous, and her personality was fun. It was the perfect combination. She was a total package, and her looks were the cherry on top.
"Here, and here is your receipt. Your order will be right out," I said, giving her a nod. Why am I having these thoughts? Right now, out of all times too.
"Thanks, Minjae," she said, flashing me a smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling. Her fingers curled around the paper, and she took a step to the side. Behind her, Sakura walked up to the counter, a grin on her face, "Hello, Minjae."
"Hey, Sakura," I said, my fingers dancing across the screen and starting up a new order. The Japanese girl rested her forearms against the edge of the counter, and she looked up at me, her chin tilted, and her gaze warm, "How's work going?"
"Eh, it's a job. What can you do?"
She giggled and drummed her fingers on the counter, "Can I just get a brown sugar boba with ice, regular sugar, and half tapioca?" My eyes seemed to linger on her longer than usual. Jeez, what the hell. I blinked, my brows furrowing, and a confused frown forming on my face.
"Yeah, no problem. Will that be all," I asked, shaking off the feeling.
"Nope, that'll be all," she said, sliding her wallet from her pocket. I tapped her order into the computer, "Your total will be $8.25."
"Here," she hummed, handing me her card. I took it from her hand and once again, my eyes fell upon her and I froze. Fuck. I knew exactly why I was suddenly so distracted. She looked so hot. It was a simple outfit, really. Black jeans and a plain white crop top, her leather jacket, and a pair of Doc Martens. Her hair was a bit of a mess, the long, brown locks were tied into a ponytail, and the ends were frayed.
That crop top hugged her chest, making aware of the perky tits she had on her. Her torso was slender and toned, her abs slightly defined, and her small waist was accentuated by her tight jeans. She was so petite but her body was proportioned well, and she was so utterly hot.
"Thanks," I mumbled, taking her card and handing her the receipt, "Your order will be out soon."
"No problem, Minjae," she sang, taking her card and stuffing the receipt into her wallet. As she walked off, I felt a weird sensation in my gut, and a shiver ran down my spine. I couldn't believe I was getting turned on by her. I was at work. This was not the place to have this sort of reaction.
Fuck, I can just feel the tightness of my erection pressing against my jeans, and it was starting to become uncomfortable. Luckily, I had an apron on but still, having these thoughts, especially with my girlfriend at the end of the line. What the fuck is going on with me?
"Hi, Minjae," Eunchae chirped, walking up to the counter. I pressed my hips against the counter, in hopes of hiding my growing arousal. The girl in front of me had a smile on her face, her eyes bright, and a hint of curiosity and playfulness in her gaze. She was wearing a cute sweater that almost covered up the shorts she was wearing.
Fuck. Her tall, smooth legs were bare, and I couldn't stop staring at them. They looked so good, and they were so pale, and her thighs were just...wow. It was a bit hard to focus on anything else. I squeezed my dick against the counter just a bit tighter, trying to flood my head with anything else but horny thoughts.
"Eunchae. Been a while. How have you been?" I pushed out a breath, forcing a smile.
"I've been good. Just finished my first semester. But, it's been tough," she replied, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, "But, besides that, nothing much has happened."
"Ah, I see. Well, glad you're doing well. Also, did you cut your hair?"
"Yeah," she beamed, a small blush dusting her cheeks. Her long hair was no more, and it was chopped into a messy wolf cut. The edges of her hair curled, framing her face. "It suits you. It looks good," I complimented, trying to give out innocent compliments, hoping to get rid of these dirty thoughts.
The short hairstyle was a lot more mature than her previous, long style, and the bluntness made her face look a little sharper and her eyes were a little bigger, her cheekbones a bit more prominent.
She was cute, and pretty, geez.
"I'm surprised you noticed," she hummed, her lashes fluttering, and the corner of her lips curving up.
"How could I not? It's a big change."
"Right," she nodded, "So, anyways, what would you recommend? I don't know what I want." I caught myself looking at her legs again and coughed, "Hmm, I'd recommend taro."
"Okay, gotcha. Can I get a taro milk tea then? Regular sugar and 75% ice."
"Yup," I nodded, tapping her order in, "Total will be $7.50."
"Here," she said, handing me a $10 bill, "Keep the change."
"Yup, sure," I forced my head down at the register to avoid getting any more glances at her smooth, supple legs. My dick was twitching, and I knew I couldn't keep doing this. Minjae, fucking get a hold of yourself. What's happening to me?
"Here's your receipt. Your order will be right up," I managed, a sigh of relief slipping out. She smiled, taking the paper, and taking a step to the side, revealing Kazuha and Minji who walked up to the counter together.
"Minjae," Kazuha greeted, a soft smile on her face. Minji echoed her roommate, her expression warm.
"Hey, Kazuha and Minji. Been a while." I tried to stay still, but I couldn't help but shuffle, a strange heat rushing to my head, and a weird buzz filling my veins. I couldn't even look up at them, preferring to stare at the order screen. If I did look at them, I'm sure my thoughts would come up with a way to make my pants any tighter.
"How did you do on Professor Taeyeon's exam?" Minji asked, her voice a bit deeper and raspier than usual.
"Not so good, I kind of bombed it," I sighed, my shoulders drooping, "What about you guys?"
"I did well on it," Minji replied, her tone gentle and a hint of pride.
"Me too," Kazuha added, the smile evident in her voice.
"Nice," I said, biting down on my lower lip and squeezing my dick against the edge of the counter. The girls were quiet for a moment before Kazuha cleared her throat, "Can we have two green teas, regular sugar, half ice and no tapioca."
"Sure," I nodded, quickly entering the orders and avoiding eye contact.
"Is that all," I asked, my voice coming out a little strained
"Yes," Kazuha answered.
"Yeah, thanks," Minji said.
"15." On the edge of my vision, I saw movement and glanced up. Minji had reached into her back pocket, her shirt lifting, and her exposed hip. My gaze landed on her, and I couldn't help but gawk, the fabric of her leggings hugged her thighs and hips. Kazuha, who was standing next to her, sported a pair of black bike shorts, and they looked so good on her, and her ass and thighs were amazing, and-
I couldn't breathe. My head conjured up a brief image of Kazuha and Minji in lewd positions, with me admiring their backsides and fit bodies, and the thought made my cock twitch. I let out a shuddering breath and quickly averted my eyes, looking back at the order screen, "Uh, here." I held out the receipt for them to grab so I didn't have to look at them again.
"Thanks," Minji said, a small chuckle slipping out, a note of amusement in her voice.
"Yeah, thanks. Hope the rush hasn't killed you," Kazuha said, a bit of humor in her tone.
"Not yet," I breathed out, letting out a light laugh. They both took the receipt and headed to the side. There was only Chaewon left. She came forward and rested her arms against the edge, and gave me a warm, soft smile, "Minjae."
"Chaewon." The sigh of relief I let out was unintentional and got her attention. She tilted her head and gave me a look, the corners of her eyes crinkling and her brow raising, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine," I chuckled, a nervousness in my tone, "Just a bit tired. And busy."
"Aww, I'm sorry. We didn't mean to bother you. I hope our order won't take too long," she said, her tone a little apologetic. I looked up at her, a softness and gentleness in her gaze. Why was she the apologetic one? I should be the one sorry. I spent the better part of this shift getting horny and lusting over girls, some of them even including her own friends.
"Oh, no, don't apologize. You're not bothering me. I just-you know how it is," I trailed off, my fingers dancing along the keys. Was I surprised? My girlfriend had to be the hottest out of her friends. Her arms were toned, her waist was small, and her thighs were slim. Her skin was smooth, and her features were pretty, and her hair was long and glossy. Her oversized, grey, knit sweater was baggy on her, and it was slouchy and hanging off one of her shoulders, revealing the strap of her black bralette.
But c'mon, it wasn't fair. She's always going to be perfect in my eyes. She was beautiful and she had such a sweet, caring personality. I really didn't deserve her. Especially when I've been having dirty thoughts about her friends, and thinking about how hot they were. I'm trash and I'm losing it.
"I know how it is," Chaewon shrugged, smiling and nodding. She reached up and tucked her hair behind her ears, "So, what should I get?"
"I'll leave it to you. But, since everyone is getting tea, do you want something a bit different?"
"Oh," her lips parted, her eyebrows lifting, and the corners of her eyes wrinkled, "Hmm, okay. What are you suggesting?"
"Do you want to try a slush? Mango slush is popular here," I said, glancing over at the menu on the wall. Chaewon turned around and looked up, humming and pursing her lips, "Slush?"
"Yeah, a mango or strawberry slush would be good," I replied, giving her a nod.
"Sounds nice," she said, a smile pulling at the ends of her lips.
"Then, would you like to try a large strawberry slush, regular sugar," I suggested, looking over at her.
"Mhm, sounds good."
"Anything else," I asked, typing the rest of the order into the computer.
"Nope," she shook her head.
"Alright," I said, reaching in my back pocket and pulling out my wallet to pay for her order. Chaewon gasped and tried to slap at my hand from over the counter, "Stop it, Minjae."
"Just shut up, let me," I chuckled, tapping my card against the screen.
"Ugh, you're so annoying," she groaned, her hands covering her face.
"I know, I'm terrible. But, oh well."
"I hate you," she chuckled, leaning in a bit over the counter. I closed the gap and let Chaewon give me a peck on the lips, a light smile on my face. "Your order will be up soon."
"Yeah, okay. You're the best," she sighed, stepping away from the counter and going off to the side. I watched Chaewon join her friends and she wrapped her arms around Kazuha, resting her chin on her shoulder, and chatting away with the other girls.
You're the best. Her words rang through my head, and a sense of guilt settled in the pit of my stomach. How could I say the same? When she had no idea the sort of thoughts I was having about her friends.
My mind flashed to the sight of the girls at the counter. Each of them had their own appeal towards my dick in their own way.
They all looked so damn hot.
I felt disgusted.
And ashamed.
But, it didn't stop my dick from reacting. I can't understand why I was thinking this way. It wasn't like the girls were showing that much skin or were trying to flirt. No. They weren't trying anything. It's me, I'm the problem. Why am I this way? It felt like there was a mini Nakyung parasite living in my head, and it was controlling me.
I pushed myself off the counter and moved towards the drinks station, finding a way to remove myself from those thoughts by helping out with doing their drinks with Karina and Ningning.
"You were right, Chaewon is super pretty," Karina whispered, handing me a large cup for Minji's drink. I looked up at the girl, and gave her a nod, "She is."
"We saw that little kiss, Minjae," Ningning said, leaning in, and her eyes glinting. "It was cute. You two look good together."
"Thanks, Ningning," I muttered, giving her a small smile.
"You're so cute," Karina grinned, shaking her head.
"Shut up," I laughed, looking down at the cup and filling it up.
"I'm serious," Karina insisted, turning to the side and bumping my shoulder, "Remember, I wanted to see you in a relationship. I'm happy for you."
"Thank you," I swallowed, feeling a weird pang of guilt, and an awkwardness. Please, just, hold back on the compliments. Right now, I'm not deserving of it.
"No problem," Karina said, her lips curling into a grin.
"This one is done," I slid Minji's drink over to Ningning, "What else?"
"This," Karina pointed at a receipt, which I recognized as Chaewon's order. I picked up a new cup and filled it with the mango slices, then topped it with a little bit of syrup and as well as a cup of ice. Bringing it over to the blender, I started it up, and blended the ice and fruit together.
Ningning came by and took the drink from me, lidding it for me using our machine and setting it on a tray where the other drink orders were.
"I'll get this one," I offered, picking up the tray, and moving towards the register. The girls looked at me coming and crowded the pick up area, ready to get their drinks.
"Here, your drinks are ready," I announced, setting the tray down on the counter. I handed out the green teas to Minji and Kazuha, the taro milk tea to Eunchae, the brown sugar milk tea to Sakura, the lychee milk tea to Yunjin, and then the last cup was Chaewon's mango slush.
"Thanks, babe," Chaewon sang, reaching out and taking her cup. My body grew a little warmer, and I had a faint smile on my face. She turned to her friends and said, "C'mon, we should head back now."
"Enjoy yourself, guys. Have a nice day," I called out, waving them goodbye.
"You too, Minjae," Minji hummed, a gentle smile on her face.
"See ya, Minjae," Eunchae waved, grinning at me.
"Bye," Yunjin called, waving.
"See you later," Kazuha smiled, waving her fingers.
"Later," Sakura said, nodding at me.
"Don't work too hard, okay?" Chaewon chirped, giving me a little smile.
"I'll try not to. Drive safe, Chae."
"I will. I'll text you when I get home tonight," she assured, her eyes softening.
"Okay. Be careful," I reminded her, my lips pulling up a bit more.
"Gotcha. See ya," Chaewon replied, walking away. The girls followed behind her and filed out the door, each of them looking back and giving me a wave before heading off.
"Minjae," Karina sang, catching my attention.
"Hmm," I responded, turning around and meeting the girl's gaze.
"Your girlfriend is very sweet," she hummed, her eyes glinting.
"I'm a lucky one," I shook my head, letting out a short, dry chuckle, "Don't know what she sees in me."
"You're a good person," Karina shrugged, a smile on her lips.
"Right," I nodded, swallowing. If you knew the things that were going through my head, you wouldn't think that. "Sure. Thanks," I replied, feeling a sense of discomfort. Underneath my apron was the growing bulge, and the sensation was irritating me, and it was only making the situation worse.
"Mind watching the front for now, I need to use it," I gestured to the back.
"Yup, no problem," Karina nodded.
"Thanks," I gave her a quick smile before slipping off, hurrying towards the staff bathroom.
Once inside, I quickly locked the door, and pulled the toilet seat down and sat down. The bulge in my pants was noticeable and the fabric was tight, and the discomfort was starting to hurt a bit. I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting out a breath, and my thoughts went back to the sight of the girls' skin-tight clothing and exposed legs.
The way they had their hair and makeup, the smiles on their faces. Each one of them was gorgeous. Eunchae, with her sweet voice and bright smile. Minji, with her calm and quiet nature, and the gentle aura she had. Yunjin, with-
C'mon man, this is not helping.
I let out a sigh and rubbed at my forehead, the shame and guilt starting to weigh on me. This is fucking stupid. I'm stupid. But, the images just kept flashing in my head, and it wasn't doing anything good. It was making the situation worse. My pants were feeling tighter and tighter, and the discomfort was growing.
A part of me thought about just doing it. Just pulling down my pants, freeing myself, and jacking off to the thought of the girls. It's not like I hadn't done it before. Shit, I do it at home whenever I'm in the mood. But why, why am I having these types of thoughts when I'm supposed to be normal?
No normal person thinks about their girlfriend's friends in this way. And, it's not like the girls were doing anything. It's me, my mind. My filthy, horny mind.
I felt like I was infected with something. A lust bug. Maybe even a perverted curse. It was like I had Nakyung whispering in my head, telling me what to think, how to think, what to want, and how to feel.
"Fuck," I grunted, reaching up and grabbing onto my hair. I tugged at the strands, a little bit of pain flaring. It was counter-intuitive but I pulled out my phone and started dialing for help.
I held the phone to my ear and waited as it rang, the anxiety and embarrassment starting to pile up. The ringing stopped, and there was a click.
"Hey, Minjae. What's up," Nakyung greeted. Hearing her voice made the hairs on my neck stand, and the heat rose in my head.
"I can't-," I started, a bit of panic and frustration building, "I need-." What's happening? My breathing is getting caught in my chest, and the thoughts are swirling. I could feel the muscle fibers in my hands contracting and relaxing. It was like my eyes couldn't focus on a single point and it kept shifting around no matter how much I tried to control it.
"Calm down. What's going on?" I could hear the concern in her tone, but her voice was like a little bee that flew by, barely registering.
"I don't-it's," I struggled, unable to come up with the words, "There's something wrong."
"Okay, take a deep breath. Relax. Tell me what's going on."
I sucked in a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds, and slowly releasing. In, out. I could hear the thumping of my heart, the rush of blood. It's like there was a weight crushing my rib cage and lungs, making it a bit harder to breathe. Should I just hang up right now? Would that be better?
"Minjae," Nakyung's voice cut through the chaos. My thumb hovered over the end button, but I hesitated, "Are you still there?"
Nakyung. You know, before she revealed herself to be such a sneak freak, she was my best friend. She has always been there for me, especially when I was at my lowest with my parents' situation and shit. I could trust her with everything, and she was the only person who understood what was happening to me and even though she was a bit weird and pushy, she's always been a comfort.
"Yeah, I'm here," I croaked. I leaned my head down between my knees and breathed, focusing on her voice.
"Take another breath," she ordered, and I did as I was told, listening to her soothing voice.
"Do you feel better?"
"I don't-," I trailed off, my head spinning, "Nakyung, I think-I think I'm sick."
"Sick?"
"Something's wrong with me."
"Okay, slow down. Start from the beginning," she instructed, her voice calm and soothing. She does her job well, my body trying and slowly easing up. I could feel the tension leaving my shoulders and my chest expanding a bit more, and I could take deeper breaths.
"I, uh, I'm horny," I admitted, swallowing and clearing my throat.
"And, what's the problem with that," Nakyung asked, a hint of amusement in her tone.
"It's serious," I hissed, rubbing my hands across my thighs.
"Alright, relax. It's not that serious," she laughed, the sound a bit muffled, "What's wrong, why are you acting like this?"
"Because, Nakyung. I'm supposed to be-," I paused, a lump forming in my throat, and my head was heavy.
"Supposed to be what, Minjae?"
"Normal. I'm supposed to be normal," I said, letting out a dry laugh, "Like I get it, I'm into some weird shit, and I think that's fine, and you've accepted it. I accepted it. But, this is different. Like, this is a whole new level. There's something seriously wrong with me. It's-."
"Minjae, take a deep breath, relax," Nakyung's voice was like a soothing melody, her words sinking in, and calming me down, "I need you to explain what happened. Why do you think there's something wrong?"
I took a deep breath, trying to center myself in the moment rather than feel myself sprawl out and slip further away. "Well, it's, uh-I, I can't explain," I muttered, running my hand through my hair.
"Try. You're going to have to tell me eventually," she reasoned, her tone light.
It was quiet, save for the occasional shuffling of my feet against the bathroom tile.
"Nakyung," I grumbled, closing my eyes, and letting out a deep sigh, "I'm ridiculously horny. Like, it started when I saw my coworkers, and, they weren't doing anything crazy, just, you know, being themselves. But, somehow, I couldn't stop thinking about how hot they were. And, it was even worse when Chaewon came in with her college friends."
"College friends," she repeated.
"Yeah, and I've met them before, it wasn't like it was my first time seeing them, talking to them, hanging out with them, but I just, I couldn't help myself from looking at them differently. They looked so pretty, and my dick wouldn't shut up about it. It was just like the time where I first started stealing panties," I sighed, shaking my head.
"Mhm," she hummed, encouraging me to keep going.
"It was a fucking mess, Nakyung. I felt terrible, and guilty, and ashamed. Especially because Chaewon was right there, and she had no idea about the kind of shit I was thinking, and I just-," my words caught in my throat and the pressure in my chest grew, "I don't understand what's wrong with me."
"Okay, Minjae," Nakyung spoke softly, "Tell me why you think something is wrong with you."
"Because I'm fucking sitting in the staff bathroom with a hard-on," I said confused, my voice rising a bit.
"Yes, but, what's wrong with that," Nakyung countered, her voice patient.
"You can't be serious. What's wrong? Everything is wrong, Nakyung," I retorted, a sense of annoyance flaring, "I'm thinking about having sex with people that are not my girlfriend, and they're not just anyone, they're her friends. Chaewon's friends. My coworkers too. I used to be able to separate my lives from each other. There was Minjae, the one who everyone saw, the one that people would talk to, laugh with, hang with, that Minjae. And then, there's Minjae, the kinky guy who's obsessed with women's underwear and go above and beyond just to get a nut out. It feels as if they're mixing and I can't fucking push them apart. It's like you've infected me, and I can't get your pervy virus out of my head."
Nakyung was quiet this time, letting my words sit for a bit. Letting me have my moment.
"Okay," she said slowly, taking a deep breath.
"I'm sorry. Forget about it," I apologized, rubbing the back of my neck, "I shouldn't have bothered you."
"Minjae," Nakyung called.
"What," I sighed.
"I'm sorry, for what you're going through, but," her tone turned firm, a seriousness coating her voice, "There's nothing wrong with you."
"You're joking," I shook my head.
"I'm not," she replied, "Hear me out."
"What is there to hear," I muttered.
"Just let me finish. You're going to have to trust me. Just listen."
"Fine."
"Look, I get that you're not used to it, and it might be weird, and uncomfortable, but it's completely normal," she started, a soft sigh slipping, "Minjae, you're a young adult. You're in the middle of the hottest time of your life. You're hormonal and sexual, and everything is changing for you. That's not a bad thing, that's natural."
"Okay, fine. But, I'm not supposed to be having those thoughts about people," I insisted. "I'm supposed to be happy, with Chaewon. And, I am. But, at the same time, I feel fucking miserable, and ashamed. Guilty, like I'm betraying her somehow, but I have already been betraying her. Fuck. Since we've been back together, I've jerked off to the thought of screwing other girls, hell, me and you fucked on the winter trip while I thought of Sana Minatozaki," I said, a feeling of dread pooling in the pit of my stomach.
I'm fucking trash.
"I'm the worst," I murmured, a coldness settling.
Nakyung didn't reply immediately, the silence lingering. I was surprised to see drops of water on the floor underneath me, and it wasn't until then that I realized tears were coming out of my eyes.
"Shit," I sniffled, quickly wiping the tears away.
"Minjae, please, just listen," Nakyung's voice came. It was soft, pleading, "Please. Don't beat yourself up over this."
"How can't I," I choked out, my eyes starting to sting, "Chaewon has been so good to me, and I'm just, just fucking her over. How am I not supposed to be pissed at myself, or whatever this is? Why can't I be happy? Is it me, or-." I froze up, my eyes going wide, "I'm just like Dad, right now."
The realization made the blood run cold and my veins filled with ice.
"I'm just like him," I whispered. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, huh. Here I was, a product of a shitty marriage, and I was going to continue that trend.
"Stop," Nakyung ordered, her voice sharp, "You are not him."
"Then, why-,"
"He never loved your mom. Not a day went by where he was faithful to her. He was a selfish prick who put his own interests ahead of the people around him. He didn't give a damn about hurting anyone, or making them suffer. All that mattered was himself," she stated, her voice laced with disgust and anger.
"And, you," Nakyung spoke quietly, the words hitting me, "You love Chaewon, don't you?"
"Of course," I replied, a little bit of confidence and certainty coming through.
"Exactly," she said, "You care. You love her, and you want to make her happy. You're not your father, and you're not going to treat her like shit. Minjae, you're a good person, and you're a better man than your father."
"Yeah, but-,"
"Don't argue, just listen to what I just said. Do you believe it, or not?"
I do really like Chaewon, and I've never doubted the feeling of our relationship, but it still feels as if I've been deceiving her. Like, the fact that we got back together, and the fact that she's the one who initiated it. I couldn't believe it. Maybe, she saw something in me, and that was her way of saying something.
"I can tell that you're hesitating, so I'm going to take your silence as a yes," Nakyung replied, and I could imagine her smirking.
"Yeah, but," I tried, "Nakyung, are you not hearing me? I can't stop having these thoughts. These desires, wants, and needs. It's fucking with me. The way it feels. This isn't like any other time."
"Because, Minjae," she chuckled, her voice light and playful, "You're finally embracing the real you."
"No," I shook my head, the frustration coming back, "This isn't right."
"Why isn't it?"
"It's fucked up," I grunted.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean then? Am I fucked up," Nakyung questioned, her tone turning icy, "What's so wrong with wanting to feel good? To do things that make you feel good?"
"That's not-,"
"Not what, Minjae? That's not it? I think it is, and you're just too chicken to admit it. Too stuck on your stupid ideas about how life is supposed to be, or some shit. It's so boring," she huffed, and it sounded like a gust of wind.
"Nakyung-."
"No, shut up. Listen. I've been trying, literally trying, for so long to get you to just come to terms with the fact that it's okay. That you don't have to hold back and feel bad, because in your deepest parts, you're a fucking creep," her words were harsh, but I knew that's not what she meant, "You've accepted it, sure, but, the minute you're faced with an uncomfortable situation, you start to second-guess yourself and think about how wrong it is. If you just stopped spending time trying to figure out what's right and wrong, and just let yourself have some fun, and enjoy the shit that makes you happy, and, you know, live a little, then, maybe you'll be less miserable."
I let her words settle. But, something just won't let me fully commit to the idea. Maybe it was because I still had the idea of my parents still on my mind. And, the last thing I want to be is a version of my dad. I'm reminded again of my father's affairs, how I was dragged in as his accomplice, how shit hit the fan when Mom found out. He never looked at me or acted the same around me after the incident.
The screaming, the arguments, the blaming, and the guilt. I was the scapegoat, the excuse. Mom hated Dad, but she hated me too. She couldn't look at me without thinking about how I helped him, how I was her biggest disappointment. And, the worst part was that Mom didn't leave, we just let the family fall apart around us, and it was miserable.
I don't want to have to deal with all of that shit again. I don't want to be Dad, or Mom. I just want to be myself, without all the bullshit. Dad didn't love Mom, that's why he cheated. Mom didn't love Dad after she found out, that's why she never forgave him.
That's not me, and that's not Chaewon. I really do love her, and it's not the same as what Dad felt. It's genuine, and, the feeling of being with her, just seeing her and knowing she's happy, that's all that matters. And to some extent, Nakyung's right about my desires and wants. It's not bad, but I've been afraid of acting on it because I've been living with the mindset that it is.
Can these two ideas co-exist? Can the two different sides of me live alongside each other?
"You there?" Nakyung's voice softened after her small rant.
"Yeah, just thinking," I murmured.
"Did it help," she asked.
"I don't-," I started, trailing off.
"Don't try and explain. Just answer."
"A little," I sighed.
"That's better than a no," she giggled, and it made a smile break across my face.
"Yeah," I chuckled.
"I can tell you're still a bit upset," Nakyung noted, a hint of sympathy in her tone, "But, that's okay. It's alright to feel like that, and you don't have to feel guilty or shameful. But, don't let that consume you. If you're happy, and your significant other is happy, then, isn't that enough? As long as no one is hurt, then, what's the problem?"
"You're right," I replied, the smile growing.
"Of course, I am," Nakyung laughed, a giddiness in her voice, "I know, I'm annoying sometimes, and I get carried away. And, I've been pushing you, a lot. But, you can't deny the results. Look, the Minjae who stole panties, he's so much happier. It's not about the underwear, it's the freedom of expressing yourself. That's all that I want."
"Freedom, huh," I repeated.
"Yes. Freedom."
I took a deep breath, the anxiety slowly melting away, and my body relaxing. It felt good to let the tension out, and my mind cleared up. It's as if I was underwater, and finally came up to the surface, and got fresh air.
"Do you feel better?"
"I think so."
"Good, because you sound like you're feeling a lot better."
"I am. Thank you." I sucked on the inside of my mouth, "I should get back to work. Before someone comes looking for me."
"Okay," she agreed, "You can always talk to me, remember that."
"Got it. Thanks, Nakyung," I replied, letting out a sigh of relief. The call ended, and the silence came. I lingered for a bit, with my phone pressed against my ear as I stared ahead at the wall in front of me.
It's fucked, the way I think, but I knew that for a while now. I was alright with it up until I started dating Chaewon, and well, it's hard. The lines get blurred, and the world has become a complicated place. There are no rules, no right or wrong. Only what makes me happy, and what makes her happy.
I can keep my perverted tendencies in check, and I can live with them. I have to. If not, I'll lose what's most important to me and I don't think I can live without Chaewon. I just need to swallow my pride and accept the fact that, yeah, I'm not the best. But, I'm not the worst either. As long as I love Chaewon more than the perversions, and the desires, then, it's alright.
I might not be faithful, but I’m still here. I’m not abandoning her. That has to count for something.
I stood up, and left the bathroom, a sense of calm and control settling in me. Walking back to the front of the cafe, I noticed that it was just a little bit emptier. There were tables that were unoccupied, and the number of people sitting with drinks were fewer than before. Ningning was wiping down some tables when she noticed me, "Took a while."
"Just had to take care of some stuff," I brushed off, walking over to the counter. I wrapped around and took over Karina's place at the register. She gave me a strange look before shaking her head.
"How're you feeling," she asked.
"I'm good," I said, flashing a quick smile, "Sorry for the inconvenience."
"You're good, dude," she grinned, patting me on the shoulder, "Don't sweat it. Everyone has their ‘I need to shit bad’ moments."
I couldn't help but chuckle, a slight warmth in my chest. Karina leaned over onto the counter and stared at Ningning, "You're still cleaning the tables? You're going slow. Pick up the pace." It was followed by a laugh and a teasing smile.
I looked over at Karina as she teased the younger girl, looking at her from the corner of my eye. I'm so used to looking directly at her, and the fact that she almost always wears an apron, so it was the first time where I noticed that her tits were very much bigger than average. Looking at her from the side, the size and shape of her breasts was more obvious.
Plus, the way she stood bent over the counter, leaning over, with her ass sticking out a bit. The leggings didn't do much to hide the fact that she had a round and supple booty. Karina was easily one of the most beautiful and hottest girls that I knew, and the fact that we were alone at the counter made it a lot harder to resist looking.
But, I had to.
It was just a small, harmless glance, nothing else.
Tuesday | December 26th, 2023 | 9:34 PM
I pressed my ID up against my dorm card reader. The green light flashed and the door clicked open. My mind was still somewhat of a blur, and the only thing that mattered was getting out of the cold. However, I was totally not expecting to see what I saw when I first opened the door to my dorm.
Seulgi was sitting on the floor, leaning up against the bottom of the couch, a pillow hugged to her chest. She had a dazed look in her eyes, and a blush was spread across her face. Her lips were parted slightly, and her hair was disheveled. The smell of alcohol and weed was heavy in the air.
"Seulgi," I said, rushing into the living room and closing the door behind me, "Are you okay?"
"Mmm," she hummed.
I crouched down in front of her, placing a hand on her shoulder. Her eyes blinked slowly, as if she was coming out of a trance, before they met mine. They widened, and a bright smile crossed her face, "Minjae."
"Hey, Seul," I chuckled, giving her a warm smile. "Are you good?"
"Fine," she answered, her voice slurred, "Just-."
"Drunk," I finished.
"Maybe," she giggled, her lips curling upwards, "You should join me. Drink a bit."
"No, I'm alright," I smiled.
"Oh," Seulgi's face fell, and her gaze broke, "Okay."
"Did you smoke also? What's up," I asked.
"Just had a moment, or two," she admitted, "Wanted to try and feel something."
"Are you sure everything is fine," I asked, concerned.
"Yeah," she said, her eyes drifting away.
"I mean, it doesn't seem like it. C'mon, let's get you to bed," My arm wrapped underneath her armpit, and I tried to help her stand up. She was being dead weight, and not helping me. "We broke up."
I paused, my body going stiff. "What," I questioned, turning to her. She was quiet, staring off.
"We broke up. Me and Minhyuk. We broke up," she stated. I dropped to the floor, getting to her level.
"Why," I questioned, a hint of urgency in my tone, "What happened?"
Seulgi let out a small sigh, her gaze distant, "I-uh, I wanted to-," her voice caught, and her mouth hung open. She was staring blankly, her lips trembling.
"Take your time," I spoke softly, taking her hand and squeezing it gently. She swallowed, and her head tilted up, eyes watering, "I told him I wanted to end it. We had an argument."
"Fuck, Seul," I sighed, my heart dropping. "I'm so sorry."
"He doesn't treat me right. He's never cared about me. I don't think he ever has," Seulgi sniffled.
"Shit, what happened," I asked, the concern growing.
"I was telling him about something, and he wasn't paying attention, and it-," her voice caught, and she sucked in a breath. "And, I told him that it wasn't fair. How, he would listen, or give a damn, when we first started dating, but, now, he-," her voice trailed off, and she squeezed her eyes shut, a few tears falling.
"He, he would make a joke, or ignore it," her words were strained, as if she was trying to hold back. "He-," her voice cracked, and a small sob came out.
"Hey, hey," I muttered, grabbing her other hand, and pulling her closer, "You can cry."
She was shaking her head, sniffling, and a few tears rolling down her face, "I didn't mean-."
"It's fine. Let it out," I reassured, pulling her closer. Her arms wrapped around my waist, and she buried her face in my neck, crying quietly. She was holding on tightly, and her tears were warm. I ran my fingers through her hair, gently.
"He didn't care," Seulgi cried. "He didn't, and it's been so long."
"Seul, please. Let me get you up," I said, a pang hitting my heart.
"No," she whined, "I want-."
"You need rest," I urged.
"But, I-," her voice was cut off, and the sobs returned. She was shaking, and her nails dug into my back, her breathing uneven.
"Let's go to bed, please," I murmured.
"No, I want to sit here. Just-just-," Seulgi begged.
"Alright," I said, the pain hitting harder. "I'll stay with you."
"Thank you," she sniffled.
I held her tighter, resting my head on hers. A few moments passed, and her sobs were the only thing that filled the air. It was an uncomfortable feeling. The fact that she was this upset hurt me. It was like I was there, experiencing her emotions, and it made my heart sink.
This is what I mean. Love. She was hurting, and the pain that she felt, it was because her piece of shit boyfriend didn't love her. I won't be biased, but yeah, I've noticed it. How his feelings have changed, how he acts, and how he talks. It's always about him, never about her. He doesn't care, or pay attention. He's a dick, and Seulgi doesn't deserve to be treated like that. I'm not going to blame him for everything. But, I'm sure, as her boyfriend, he could have at least given a damn. I would never treat Chaewon like this.
"He didn't even say sorry," she muttered, her words barely audible, "I don't know why I still care."
"It's hard, Seul. You can't help but care. That's the whole point. He should have treated you right, and you shouldn't have had to say anything. You shouldn't have to fight for his affection," I comforted.
"Yeah," Seulgi whispered, her voice trailing off. Her breathing was calming, and the sobs were minimal. I was able to loosen my grip, and pulled her off of me. Her face was stained, the tear marks still visible. She was still a bit teary eyed, and her lip was quivering.
"C'mon, let's get you to bed," I suggested, my voice gentle.
"No, please, just a little longer," she said.
"Okay, we can stay," I agreed.
She was staring into my eyes, her gaze intense, yet, there was something else there. A deep longing, an aching pain. It was as if she was begging for relief. For me. My suspicions were confirmed when she leaned forward, her lips parting, her eyes half-lidded. I could feel her breath on my skin, and her face was only inches away from mine.
It was like time froze, and I had a decision to make. The culmination of everything I told myself, Nakyung told me, it was all right in front of me. Do I choose this moment, and take her and indulge her in the relief she's craving? Or, do I stop her, and keep the balance between our friendship, and my relationship with Chaewon?
Who am I? I'm weak. I'm selfish. I'm greedy. I'm a creep. I'm a pervert. A fucker. A cheater. And, a liar.
I let Seulgi's lips crash against mine. I sat there, letting her kiss me, letting her tongue slide into my mouth. This wasn't love. She wasn't kissing me out of love. This was desperation. She was hurt, and she wanted to forget. She didn't want the pain, the emptiness. Seulgi wanted a distraction. She wanted a thrill and I was just giving her that.
I wasn't seeing this as love, and that was all that mattered. No other girl's kiss will ever amount to Chaewon's. So, Seulgi was a nice treat, a temporary high. I kissed her back, my tongue sliding against hers. I was able to get a taste of her saliva, and her tongue was wet. She tasted sweet, like fruit punch and vodka.
Her hand was placed on the back of my neck, keeping me close. She was pushing into me, and the heat from her body radiated against me. A tingling sensation grew in the pit of my stomach, and a fire began to burn. I pulled away, catching my breath. Seulgi's chest was rising and falling, and her cheeks were flushed.
"Do you want to," she whispered.
"Do you," I breathed, swallowing.
"Yes," she sighed. Once again, our lips connected.
Hmm, did I do a good job of fleshing out Minjae's character? He's not perfect, and I want to make sure that everyone is aware of that. His flaws are what makes him a compelling character, though, right? Does he feel like a real character, like is he realistically crashing out and having thoughts that makes sense if you were to be put into his shoes? I think that's my biggest thought when I write this story, I wanted a main character that can somewhat reflect off the reader and rope them into the story along with him. At the same time, I want enough of a flawed character that redeeming him will be worthwhile in the long run. I have a sense of how I want this story to end, albeit, nowhere in the near future since i have a hitlist I need to go through before I close the book on Minjae and his kinky adventures. Just a lil thought I had and felt I should share! Thanks for reading, keep it coming with the feedback! - PI