Chapter 8: Who's the New Girl?

Sunday | October 8th, 2023 | 10:11 PM

I fervently dried my hair with a towel as I stepped out of the shower, trying to shake off the wetness. I just got home from the recreational center, sweaty and exhausted after working out and playing volleyball with some of the goobers. Although not surprised, Seulgi wasn't home, most likely out with Minhyuk. Not feeling the need to put on clothes, I simply wrapped the towel around my waist and walked out of the bathroom, shutting off the lights and casting my entire room into darkness.

Cautiously, I walked around my room until I reached my desk on the other side of the room. Feeling around, I managed to flip the switch to my desk light and illuminated a small part of the room with warm lighting, casting looming shadows on the wall. I sighed and slumped down into my chair, leaning forward and resting my head on the cold wood surface.

"Hmm, I could just do it tomorrow," I grumbled. My legs were sore and my body felt totally relaxed from the hot shower. The last thing I wanted to do right now is sit down at my desk and work on homework. My fingers blindly reached for my laptop, flipping it open and waiting for it to load up to my bright screensaver. I squinted and rubbed my eyes as they tried to adjust to the screen.

My fingers aimlessly tapped on the trackpad as instead of moving to my school's portal, I navigated to the browser, scrolling through my bookmarks. I opened up Youtube and started watching random videos, anything that could help kill the boredom and distract myself. After a couple videos, I found myself looking through the recommended section, which was mostly filled with music, and some gaming and sports channels.

I sat and watched a few more videos before realizing I didn't really care about them, they were a way to pass time. My mind began to wander and think of my friends. My eyes shifted to my bed and the dark space underneath. Despite getting discovered by Nakyung, I've yet to move the hiding spot of my panties collection.

With a huff, I rolled away from the desk, my wheels screeching a little bit as the chair rolled across the floor. I kneeled on the ground and reached underneath the bed frame, blindly reaching around and patting the cold floor, looking for the shoebox. The corners of the box met my fingertips and I dragged it out, the bottom scraping against the floor.

"Alright," I groaned, standing up from the ground and placing the box onto my desk. I flipped the lid open, revealing the stash of stolen underwear, carelessly thrown together in a wad. I picked up the pile and separated the pairs, laying them out flat on the table and admiring the variety of colors and fabrics. My makeshift labels were still in tact, each one carefully labeled with the girls' name, including the most recent addition, Joy's thong.

I organized it, arranging them by date of acquisition. Joy's pink thong was placed at the end of the line and the black lace thong, the very first pair I had taken, was the closest to me. I picked up Bae Joohyun's purple panty, remembering the lucky chance that had started it all. As I brought it up to my nose, her scent had faded and only left a ghost of her smell. It had been quite a while since then, and the underwear no longer smelled like her.

"Oh well, they can't stay fresh forever," I muttered.

My eyes shifted back and forth, eyeing the different pairs. My thoughts had begun to be plagued with images of me fucking each one of my current victims, their faces screwed in ecstasy. It's not like I was planning to actually do it, I could never, but a guy can dream, can't he? I thought about who I wanted to add to the collection next, the one after Joy.

Tzuyu? Hmm, I'd imagine she'd have some bland, cotton undies, just your standard underwear, not particularly sexy. Sana, though? Now, there's an interesting choice. She definitely had the right ass for a thong. Oh, Jennie or Xiaoting would be hot as well, I'd imagine. They'd probably have some expensive ass, lacy underwear that they could afford, and they'd wear matching bras as well.

"Damn, the possibilities are endless," I sighed, rubbing my eyes. I felt my growing erection press up against the fabric of my towel, threatening to escape. My hands absentmindedly moved to the hem, and without any hesitation, I removed the towel and tossed it to the ground, fully exposing my naked body.

I grabbed a random pair off my desk, it just so happened to be Joy's "FUCK ME" thong. I lifted the thong to my nose and breathed in deeply, even if there was a hint of Joy's musk, it was completely masked by me and Nakyung's mixed cum. My face flushed at the memory of us fucking, and my hand began stroking the shaft of my hardening penis.

"Oh, shit," I gasped, remembering the tight feeling of her pussy wrapped around my dick. My mind wandered to the other girls I had thought of earlier, imagining their faces in Joy's place.

"Mmm, Tzuyu. Yes," I mumbled, closing my eyes. "God, that would feel amazing. Your cute ass would be mine." I wrapped the thong around the tip of my dick, using it to cover and rub my slit.

"Oh, shit," I muttered, increasing my pace.

"Sana, your pretty little pussy, I can't wait to taste it," I whined.

"Aghh," I moaned, leaning forward and resting my head on top of the desk, breathing heavily.

"Jennie, Xiaoting. Please. Please." My voice was desperate, pleading. My dick was twitching, aching for release. More and more, even my past victims were making their way into my head. Imagining them sitting at the edge of my bed, their legs spread open, inviting me, asking me to please them.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck!" My body shook, and my penis pulsated. White cum oozed from the tiny thong, soaking up in the fibers. My already sore legs wobbled a bit as I recovered from my orgasm, the euphoric feeling fading away. I threw Joy's panties back into the shoebox, noticing my palm a bit sticky.

"Shit," I murmured, using a pair of Seulgi's underwear to clean it off, dropping that off into the box as well. As I stared down at my desk, at the spread of underwear and the careless wads sitting in the box, a tired breath dropped from my nostrils.

"This isn't normal, man," I said, shaking my head as reality began to hit. "What am I doing?" I was disgusted, a deep feeling of shame washed over me. My dick was still hanging out, flaccid, but I couldn't bring myself to give a single shit.

"You're a fucking creep," I whispered. I got to work cleaning my desk, picking up the various panties and stuffing them back into the shoebox, as those words played on repeat in my head.

"You're a fucking creep. You're a fucking creep."

What normal person has a collection of stolen panties? What normal person fantasizes about fucking their friends, even using of some of their panties while they jack off? I definitely was not normal.

I dropped the box onto the floor and kicked it underneath the bed with my foot, making sure it was pushed far back, away from plain sight. I fell backwards onto my bed, dropping my arm over my eyes and letting out a deep breath. I laid there, motionless for a couple minutes, my mind racing.

I know what I'm doing is wrong. Hell, I literally scaled someone's house just to break into their room for some underwear. But, god damn, did I love the thrill. Oh, and the panties? I would've never thought I can get so turned on by them. I could probably buy a pack of panties from the supermarket, but they're no fun.

It was the backstory behind them, the fact that they belonged to some of the prettiest or hottest girls that I know. It was the forbidden aspect that made them so appealing, knowing that it belonged to one of them, and now it's mine. The thought of taking their underwear right from under their noses, the fear of getting caught, the thrill of possibly being spotted, it made my head spin and heart pound. I rolled over, facing the wall and closed my eyes.

"Well, I guess we'll have to see where this goes, then."

Monday | October 9th, 2023 | 12:52 PM

“Haha, that motherfucker Haechan was lit as hell,” Jinho wheezed. Five of us were lounging in the common area of the university library, which was essentially a large room filled with study tables and chairs. We were huddled together at a corner, away from the other students so we didn’t disturb them. Altogether, it was me, Jinho, Haechan, Yeji and Wooyoung chilling with each other during our off periods.

Jinho and Yeji sat next to each other, sharing a chair. The two of them were laughing hysterically, clutching their stomachs as Jinho told the story of the party.

"What a fucking lightweight," Haechan groaned. He sat across from Jinho and Yeji, leaning back into his chair. His eyes were closed and his face was scrunched up, almost like he was wincing from the pain.

"Oh my god, you have no idea. You should've seen it," Yeji said, still giggling. "I was trying to get Jinho's attention and all I saw was Haechan knocked out on the dining table like," she leaned forward and put her forehead down onto the table. "He was like this, and snoring," Yeji lifted her head up and started mimicking a loud snore.

"Fuck, don't tell me Saerom saw." Haechan groaned even louder, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Dude, everyone did. Even Jennie and Xiaoting did, they were taking pictures. Watch you get posted on their Instagram stories and everyone sees how lightweight you are" Wooyoung said.

Haechan threw his head back and let out a long, frustrated sigh. "Fuck me," he groaned, looking up at the ceiling. I couldn't help but laugh a little at his misfortune.

"That reminds me, what's the deal with you and Saerom," I asked. "Are you interested in her or what?" I feel like the answer was obvious but it can't hurt to ask, right?

Haechan looked back down at me, and the corner of his mouth pulled back in a lazy smirk. "Dude, she's a total babe. Did you see her at the party? She's so fucking fine," He gawked.

"Ugh, gross," Yeji muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, I'm just saying it as it is," Haechan chuckled, holding his hands up. Wooyoung leaned forward, "If y'all start talking, then I must be doing something wrong."

"Haha, yeah. Ain't no way, Haechan could pull a girl like that. She sounds smarter than you, she's really pretty, basically everything you aren't," Jinho added, laughing with Wooyoung as they teased him.

"Okay, fuck both of you guys," Haechan scoffed. I checked the time on my phone and decided to call it here, "Alright, I'm about to head to class."

"Already?" Yeji pouted, grabbing her bag and checking her phone as well. "I'll see you later babe," she smiled, kissing Jinho before slinging her bag over her shoulder. "See ya," Jinho grinned, giving her a playful slap on the ass as she walked away. Wooyoung silently waved at us.

"Later guys, see you around," Haechan lazily raised a hand and waved. Together, Yeji and I started walking away from the three guys and across the common area towards the exit. Yeji wasn't in my class, she just happened to also have a lecture at the same time as me.

"Ugh, I don't want to go to class. I have this big lab project due, and I don't know if we're getting anything new today or not. My partner's probably not going to show up too, it's a fucking hassle," Yeji whined.

"Awww, good luck, that sucks," I cooed, patting her on the back. Yeji's head dropped and she groaned, "You're not helping, Minjae."

"Okay, okay," I chuckled, holding my hands up. "Sorry."

"Yeah, I'll get through it somehow. So how was the party? I didn't really get to ask you earlier." Yeji asked, turning her head towards me.

""It was fun, definitely a good time. It was nice to see a lot of people having a good time as well. And of course, seeing all my friends and hanging out with them. But the party was pretty wild, huh?" I replied.

"Totally, I heard that some freshman got drunk and threw up on the lawn," Yeji giggled.

"Seriously? How did Joy react when she found out?" I asked in awe.

"When she texted us in the girls' groupchat, she said that the cleaners will deal with it,'' Yeji rolled her eyes. "She's so lucky her family can afford a team of people to just wipe up a mess, and even keep it hush hush from her family.

"Hmm, definitely," I said, "I wonder what else happened after we left."

"No clue, but I bet it was fun. Too bad I wasn't feeling too social to stay longer," Yeji shrugged her shoulders. We continued walking, albeit slower than usual as we both seemed reluctant to go to our classes. “Well, are you excited for intramurals? Our first game is in two weeks,” Yeji inquired, changing the subject.

I let out a dry laugh, “Definitely, we’ve been having good sessions at practice. Our communication could still use a bit of fine-tuning, but other than that we’re set.”

Yeji hummed as she grinned, “We also got to get around Haechan’s receiving, I swear it’s a gamble when the ball comes to him.”

“Haha, yup. For now, we should just stay on our toes and expect to play an unorthodox pass from Haechan if it comes to it.” I advised. Although Yeji and Tzuyu played volleyball for their teams back when they were in high school, I took it upon our team to be the “captain” despite my lack of experience.

Playing volleyball was super fun when we first started last year, but since the guys barely played, it was a major struggle for us to win games. I spent a good amount of my free time watching volleyball videos and learning how to better myself at the game.

The girls felt it was only right for me to call the shots after learning about how much work I put into playing, which was fair enough but I tried not to let it get to my head. 

We had reached the exit of the library soon enough, passing up the Starbucks that I often get my daily caffeine fix from whenever I'm on campus. My eyes were curiously looking towards the open café by chance and landed on this girl who was sitting by herself at a small table.

She had straight, black hair that was slightly messy, as if she had just woke up. The girl had cat-like eyes and a small button nose, her facial features were soft. She was wearing a hoodie with the strings pulled out and was intently locked in on her laptop, her fingers dancing away on the keyboard. Her face was focused, her mouth was pursed. A pair of earbuds was plugged in, connected to her laptop and her foot tapping to the rhythm. 

I just couldn't stop looking at her. My eyes were fixated, drinking her up. I had no idea why, but I felt an immense attraction to her. I don't think I've felt this way about a girl since Seulgi. I just wanted to walk over to her and try to talk to her, even if I didn't know what to say. I felt the corners of my mouth curl upwards and a familiar warmth bloom inside my chest. My heartbeat started picking up, thumping wildly.

"You go on ahead, Yeji." I stopped and looked at her.

"Huh, what do you mean? You don't have class?" She asked, turning towards me. I could feel her stare, but I was still distracted by the mystery girl. "I'm gonna take a quick stop to Starbucks, see you later?"

"Um, alright, see you at practice." Yeji slowly nodded, confused by my sudden change in plans. "Yep," I quickly said, turning away from her. I started walking towards the Starbucks. I purposely walked past her table, making sure to give her a glance, and then turned and waited in the short line for the barista. I peeked from the corner of my eye, trying not to make it obvious that I was looking at her.

She was still there, focused on her laptop, oblivious to me. It was like she was fully absorbed in her own world, separated from everything and everyone around her.

I felt the warmth grow even stronger, my body was burning up. I couldn't believe what I was doing, standing in the Starbucks, waiting for my turn in line just so I can talk to a girl.

"What the fuck am I doing?" I muttered under my breath. I had no game plan, nothing to say to her. All I had was the desire to meet her, to at least talk to her. My thoughts were cut short as the line moved up. With periodic glances behind, I eventually ordered once I got to the counter and got my drink.

This was it, I've committed this far to the bit. I had some sort of psuedo-confidence coursing through my body as I approached her table, clutching my drink in my hand. She's just another person. I could talk to her, I'm not bad at talking to people. A deep breath left my body as my mind tried to severely cope with the situation.

"Hi, are you busy?" I asked, trying my best to keep calm.

She looked up from her screen and locked eyes with me. My breath hitched a little. She had the most gorgeous set of brown eyes I have ever seen. It was the type of warm brown eyes that you would just find yourself lost in, almost like pools of chocolate.

colate.

"What, sorry? Are you talking to me?" The girl replied.

"Y-Yeah," I stammered. I cleared my throat and tried my best to remain cool. "Are you busy? Can I sit here?" I motioned towards the empty seat in front of her.

"Um, sure, yeah," she said, looking around the café. She seemed to be confused. I didn't blame her, a random guy just approached her and asked if he could sit even though there were a couple chairs that could've been used.

"Cool, thanks." I nodded and sat down. I placed my drink onto the table and leaned back, looking around the café and acting as casual as possible. My eyes moved towards her, spotting her fingers fidgeting around. The situation was awkward enough already, but we were both sitting there and not saying a word.

"I hope I'm not bothering you. You just looked kinda lonely sitting here all by yourself," I said, looking into her eyes. I could tell she was a little uncomfortable and the last thing I wanted was to make it worse. Just take it slow, don't seem too forward.

"Uh, yeah, you're not," the girl responded.

"Cool," I smiled. There was another awkward silence. I had no idea where to take this, the girl didn't seem interested in talking. Her eyes were fixed on the table, refusing to look at me. It was a struggle to maintain the conversation and keep things going, so I had no choice but to try and push on.

"My name's Hwang Minjae, you can just call me Minjae." I introduced, stretching my arm forward. Her eyes studied my hand for a split second, before meeting mine. A small, shy smile crept on her face as she reached forward and shook my hand.

"Kang Haerin," she said. Her voice was quiet and sweet.

"It's nice to meet you, Kang Haerin," I beamed, "So, um, what are you working on?" I asked, leaning forward.

"Oh, um, just homework. Nothing important," she replied.

"Oh yeah? What class is it for?" I said, tilting my head a little. Haerin looked hesitant, almost like she was contemplating whether or not she should tell me.

"It's just a study packet for chem," she said, finally.

"Ah, sounds like a hassle." I said.

"It's okay," she smiled softly. The conversation came to a standstill again. From what I gathered with the limited information, Haerin didn't seem the type of girl to easily open up to people, or perhaps it was just because she was sitting with a stranger who came up to her and wanted to chat. I would consider myself a bit of an introvert, but Haerin was basically the definition.

I could sense she was starting to relax a bit though, but I couldn't figure out a way to break the ice and get her to warm up to me. My eyes scanned her face, taking in her delicate features. Haerin was absolutely stunning. Her lips were pink and full, her teeth were white and shiny. She had a light complexion, but it complimented her dark hair and brown eyes.

"You know, if you need help with chemistry, I passed it last semester," I threw out, hoping it would somehow stick somewhere into a conversation. "If you want, I can try and help you with your homework."

"Oh, um," Haerin paused. She glanced up at me and then back down, "That's really nice of you but you don't have to do that. I think I'm okay, thank you though." She declined politely, a small smile gracing her face. Tsk, at this point, I'm just being a nuisance, and I could tell that she wasn't interested.

I crossed my legs underneath the table and shifted around, while I looked around the cafè. I could sense her gaze on me and it felt like the temperature in the room rose a couple degrees. My hands started to sweat. I couldn't tell if she was looking at me or just glancing. My mind started running. What do I do next? Is it okay to try again or just leave it?

"Sorry," Haerin piped up, breaking the silence, "Actually, do you know anything about electron subshells? Our teacher didn't release an answer key so I don't know if I'm doing these problems right or not," she asked, her voice quiet.

"Um, well," I said, a bit taken aback. "I know what you're talking, but it's been a couple months so I might be a little rusty. Let's see," I smiled.

Haerin looked up at me and gave me a small smile, the corner of her mouth lifting a little. She passed her packet over to me, "Thank you."

"Yeah, no problem." I nodded, my smile growing. I flipped to where she said she was having trouble and tried to recall what was taught. I had to admit, it was a bit embarrassing since my brain wasn't cooperating with me. I tried not to let Haerin know that I was struggling. I really wanted make a good impression but I didn't want to give her wrong information so I sat there a bit as chemistry was slowly flowing back into my head.

Haerin played with her pencil as she stared at me, her eyes darting between my eyes and the packet. The warmth from earlier came rushing back, filling me up. I had to suppress a goofy grin as it started to become harder to control my emotions.

"You have the right idea, but I think you forgot that subshell 4s gets filled up before 3d since it has a lower energy level. Your problems are right, just these two need to get fixed," I pointed out as I turned over her packet.

"Oh, okay, thank you. That was a bit embarrassing," Haerin chuckled as she took the packet back. "I totally forgot that. Sorry, for asking you for help," she smiled, her face a bit red.

"Hey, no worries," I shrugged. "Happy to help." Haerin looked up at me, giving me a small, but warm smile before looking back down. The tension between us seemed to ease up. I felt a little bit more comfortable trying to start yet another conversation with this introvert, despite the awkwardness still lingering.

"So," I began, "What major are you?" The gold-studded question nearly every college student has used when trying to talk to someone new. It never fails, even if the answer isn't always interesting.

"Oh, I'm a Bio Pre-Med," Haerin responded, looking up at me. She seemed to pause for a bit, like she was realizing she should've asked the same thing, "How about you?"

"Oh, Bio Pre-Med! That's nice, I'm actually a Computer Science major." I grinned, feeling a little proud of myself. "I was originally going to major in Biology, but decided against it."

"Really?" She inquired. I nodded. "Yeah, I didn't like the idea of taking extra years of classes if I wanted a job." Haerin rolled her eyes, letting out a little chuckle. "Ugh, don't remind me." She groaned, a slight hint of sarcasm.

I couldn't help but smile. It was a small moment, but her little laugh was something I wanted to hear again. My body grew warmer as she looked at me. The corner of her eyes were curved upwards. She looked like a completely different person now. But my excitement was short-lived when I saw Haerin close her laptop and start putting her things away.

"You're leaving?" I asked. Haerin stopped for a second and nodded, "Yeah, I'm meeting with a friend soon." She explained. "It was nice talking to you, thank you for helping me," she said, flashing a small smile.

"Yeah, no problem. Anytime." I stood up as she did, watching her as she put her bag over her shoulder. "Wait, before you go. Can I get your number?" I blurted out, trying my best to stay calm. Talk about straight-forward.

Haerin stopped for a moment, her mouth agape. My heart sank. Oh shit, I fucked up didn't I. I couldn't help but cringe a bit. My eyes watched as her mouth closed, "My number?"

"Yeah, it'll be good to have," I yapped, "Or maybe even your social media?" I suggested, "I'd like to keep in touch, if that's alright."

Haerin thought for a moment, then pulled out her phone and opened it up, handing it to me, "Um, yeah, I don't mind." She smiled, shyly. My eyes lit up. I quickly took her phone and typed my contact info into her phone, sending a quick text message to myself so I'd have her number. "Awesome, thanks," I grinned. I handed her back her phone. Haerin's smile grew a little as she took it.

"Alright, so now I have your number too," Haerin put her phone back into her pocket and smiled.

"Nice," I grinned.

"Um, so... I'm gonna go," Haerin awkwardly said, turning around and heading towards the exit.

"Yeah, I'll see you," I said, a bit disappointed she left so soon.

"See you," Haerin said as she walked away.

As soon as the door closed behind her, a loud sigh escaped from my mouth. My mind was buzzing. A mix of emotions ran through me as I was thinking about our brief encounter. You wouldn't guess it based on the people I hang around with, but I always felt more gravitated to quiet, introverted types of people. There was something about them that always attracted me, and Haerin was no exception.

I pulled out my phone, seeing how exceptionally late I was for class. At this point, I didn't care enough to want to rush there and figured I'd skip. Skipping class to meet Haerin, totally worth.

***

Tuesday | October 10th, 2023 | 4:48 PM

"I mean, from what it sounds like, she must've been a little introverted," My coworker Chungha assured, "You can't blame her for not texting you, you're supposed to be making the first moves anyways."

"Yeah, that makes sense. But I still can't help but think I did something wrong," I replied, looking down at the counter I was leaning against while waiting for any customers to come in. It was a slow day like usual, so all we could really do was gossip. Somehow, my encounter with Kang Haerin yesterday came up in the conversation, and I confessed that since then, I didn’t run into her on campus, nor did we contact each other.

"Trust me, you're fine. Besides, you can just text her and ask how her day is. She'll have to reply to that! But don't go overboard and flood her messages, you don't want to annoy her. And make sure you aren't coming off as weird, especially if you just met her," Karina, my other coworker, advised.

"So, when are you going to text her?" Chungha asked, tilting her head.

"Uhh, I don't know, I guess now's a good time. I wouldn't want to text her randomly weeks later, right?" I dug my phone out from my pocket and opened up the message thread between Haerin and I, staring at the screen.

"Just send her something like 'How are you?', it's not too deep," Karina suggested. "My boyfriend first texted me like that, and it seemed to work for him."

"But that's so... generic," I retorted, frowning at the suggestion.

"Yeah, but it's polite and will start a conversation." Karina said, "Come on, Minjae. Just send it. Don't think too hard."

"Alright," I gave in. I could feel them shuffling around me and felt their peering eyes staring at my phone from behind me. "What are you guys doing?"

"Watching," Chungha simply replied. "Now get on with it, Hwang Minjae!"

I shook my head, my thumbs hovering over the keyboard, and started typing out the message. Once I finished, I turned my phone towards them and showed them.

"Looks good to me," Chungha said, shrugging.

"Yeah, now send it," Karina added.

"But-"

"Send it." Karina cutely scrowled.

I rolled my eyes and tapped the button to send the message, letting out a small groan. My phone pinged as the message was delivered, and the blue bubble of the sent text popped up.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Chungha giggled, playfully bumping her shoulder against mine.

"Yeah yeah, whatever," I groaned, shoving my phone back into my pocket. I felt a little nervous, and I was definitely afraid of seeming pushy, but there was nothing I could do anymore. The text was already sent under my coworkers' supervision.

To be fair, this was my first time talking to a girl since I had a past crush on Seulgi. Actually, if I really think about it, this was my first time ever trying to get at a girl by being straight-forward. I met Seulgi by chance when we were assigned as roommates, but I didn't fall in love at first sight. Nakyung was just my childhood best friend so I already had some sort of foot in the door with her before I was interested in her.

And as for her, I. . . don't want to talk about her.

"So, what's the game plan?" Karina asked.

"I don't know, probably wait and see if she replies, and if she does, talk to her from there," I shrugged.

"Alright, good luck, kid," Chungha laughed, patting my back sarcastically.

"I get born a couple of months later and this is what happens," I sighed dramatically.

"You should respect your elders!" Chungha gasped, faking an offended tone.

"I should respect the ones who aren't taller than me, too," I shot back.

"Rude," Chungha scoffed, shaking her head.

"Alright kids, cool it. Let's not get too carried away," Karina said while laughing, stepping between the both of us. At that same moment, I spotted potential customers walking up towards our door and brushed my apron off.

"Well, I guess it's time for us to actually do our job." I smiled, walking back into the kitchen to await the incoming order. From the kitchen, I can hear Karina using her cutesy customer service voice with the customers. Chungha came into the kitchen after me and leaned on a metal counter.

"You really like her, don't you?" Chungha asked.

"I mean, she's cute. And it's my first time making a move like this," I shrugged, grabbing a cup and started filling it up with ice.

"Well, I hope it works out," she smiled, "You're a nice guy, and I think you'd make a good boyfriend for anyone"

It was strange to hear, considering we were never super close like that. Chungha, Karina and I were close enough to get along well and we would have fun, but there were still boundaries. So hearing her say that meant a lot, and made me realize that maybe she was right. Maybe this will turn out well, and things will go my way for once.

"Thanks, that's very nice of you to say." The ticket machine I was standing next to spat out the order receipt and I quickly checked it, seeing what drinks the customers ordered.

"No problem, now let's make these orders so we can go back to gossiping," Chungha smiled, her hands on her hips. Together, we worked like a well-oiled machine, she prepped the food and I prepared the drinks, and we would trade off whenever needed. I was the one who usually took orders, since Chungha hated how fake she had to act and was too embarrassed. Karina and I would take turns and do it sometimes, but Chungha didn't like that either.

"Alright, order 42!" I called for Karina through the food window, sliding the order for her to call out and give to the customers. She picked up the tray and gave me a look of thanks, taking the order to the customers. While she did that, I went back into the kitchen and prepared the next order.

"So, did she text back yet?" Chungha asked.

I looked down at my phone and saw nothing. I looked back up and shook my head before getting back to mixing a drink.

"Don't worry, give it some time. If she's busy, then she might reply later," Chungha said.

"You're right, I shouldn't be too impatient." I sighed.

"Besides, even if she doesn't reply, that's her loss," she smiled, patting my shoulder. Her smile made me gush a little bit weirdly enough. Now that I was taking it in, I don't think I realized how pretty Chungha really was. She had a certain charismatic glow to her, and a beautiful smile.

"Appreciate it," I replied, trying to shake these sudden thoughts away.

"Well, what are you waiting for, the orders aren't going to make themselves," Chungha laughed.

"Right," I smiled, nodding my head.

Time passed and there were a few more lulls in the afternoon where customers weren't coming in. It gave the three of us a chance to clean up a little bit, and even relax a little bit. Karina and Chungha were chatting in the kitchen, and I was just relaxing against the front counter, sipping a drink I made for myself. I was lost in thought, wondering what to do for my next move. I wondered if I should send her another text or if that would seem annoying. Or maybe I could just leave it and see if she talks first, since girls don't like desperate guys.

"Order 78!" I heard Karina shout from the other side of the window. I walked up to the window and saw her with her hand on her hip, holding the receipt for the order. I grinned and pulled the tray of food and drinks from the window and pulling it to the counter. "Order 78!" I repeated, getting the attention of the customer waiting.

The customer approached and grabbed their food and left, leaving the tray behind. I quickly picked it up and carried it into the kitchen, setting it down into the sink.

"I guess that's it, huh?" Karina peeked into the kitchen, "I didn't see any more customers out there."

"I'll take a look," I shrugged, pushing past the swinging door. As I stepped out, the first thing I saw was the last customer exiting. My heart sunk as the door closed behind them, and the shop was officially empty again

"Yup, we're done," I groaned, stepping back inside.

"Alright, then. That's a wrap," Chungha grinned.

"Guess all that's left is closing up," I sighed.

"I'll wipe down the tables," Karina said, grabbing a wet rag.

"Alright, and I guess I'll wipe the counter."

"Cool, and I'll clean the kitchen," Chungha smiled.

For the next couple of minutes, we got to work and cleaned the boba cafe, wiping everything down and making sure the store was spotless. Afterwards, we headed into the back and grabbed our stuff, getting ready to leave.

"Well, goodnight everyone. I'll see you guys tomorrow," Chungha waved, leaving first. Karina was just about to leave as well, but before she did, she stopped and turned to look back.

"Good luck! Hope she texts back," She sweetly smiled. Once again, intrusive thoughts flooded my head and my eyes narrowed on Karina. I always knew Karina was pretty, that was how she was able to get us good tips even though we barely had customers. In this moment however, she was glowing and her beauty was radiating, her smile bright and charming. Her face was just perfect and her dark brown eyes were full of emotion, and her pink lips looked so kissable...

"Thanks, have a good night," I mumbled, feeling my face flush.

"You too!" She chirped. Karina turned around and leaving out the door, and I watched her as she left. Her wavy dark hair was bouncing behind her, and her uniform was clinging tightly to her hourglass figure. Even her legs were pretty, and her whole outfit was accentuating her curves and highlighting her best features. Wow, I never realized what a fit body Karina had. Once the door closed behind her, I was suddenly snapped back into reality and realized how weird I must've looked.

My heart was beating a million miles per minute and my hands were getting sweaty. Why am I thinking these things? What is wrong with me? I sighed, running my hands through my hair. I groaned and tried my best to ignore the sudden thoughts of my coworkers.

And now, I was left alone. It was getting dark, and it was also getting cold outside. But before I left, I decided to check my phone one last time and see if there was anything. Nah, nothing. It was just a simple "How are you?" message, she didn't need to spend hours on a reply. Besides, I'm not even sure if she would even respond. It's not like it was urgent, it wasn't even a serious message. It was just a conversation starter, so even if she didn't reply, then so be it. I'll figure out what to do next.

I locked the front door and walked to my car. I unlocked the door and got inside, turning the key in the ignition. The engine revved to life and the heat kicked on, and I was able to start driving back to my dorm.

Tuesday | October 10th, 2023 | 9:39 PM

About half an hour later, I finally made it back. I parked my car and made my way to my dorm. I was surprised to see Nakyung casually sitting on my couch with Seulgi, together they were watching some show on the TV.

"Oh, finally you came home," Nakyung stood up from the couch in one swift move. Seulgi softly smiled and paused the TV, "Your friend here came over looking for you, but you were at work so I figured she could wait until you came home."

"She knows I work on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I'm sorry to say Seulgi, you basically got tricked into spending your afternoon with Nakyung," I chuckled.

"It's true. My roommate was out like always and I was bored, so I thought I'd spend some time with you Seul," Nakyung giggled, sitting on the arm of the couch next to her.

Seulgi scoffed and laughed, "You could always just ask, you know." She dropped the remote onto the coffee table and stood up from the couch, "I'm going to go study now that you can take Nakyung away from me."

Nakyung playfully made a frowning face towards my roommate who rolled her eyes with a sweet smile before she turned around and walked into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

"Alright, you have my full attention, what did you want to talk about?" I asked.

"I just wanted to hang out, is that a crime?" She shrugged.

"It's not," I nodded, "Let's move this conversation to my room." I kicked off my shoes and walked towards my bedroom, Nakyung following suit.

"So, how was work?" Nakyung asked, sitting on my bed and making herself comfortable.

"It was alright, not that many customers, but enough to keep us busy." I shrugged, taking a seat before laying back onto my bed next to Nakyung.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Well, I hope business picks up soon." She sighed, laying next to me.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

We laid there in silence, staring up at the ceiling. After a moment, I could hear a soft sigh and feel her hand moving across the mattress. "Hey, uh, do you mind if I... just look through the box?" Nakyung asked, sitting up and turning to face me. Without a second thought, I looked up at my bedroom door, standing up and making sure to lock it.

"Why?" I asked, a teasing tone in my voice.

"You're really asking, why?" Nakyung laughed, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, go for it." I walked back to the bed and sat back down. Nakyung dropped down to the floor next to my bed, taking out the orange shoebox with the stolen goods from underneath.

She set it down on the floor in front of her and sat down, lifting the lid. I sat next to her, looking into the box and the array of panties. Although it was a small collection, I was proud of what I had. Nakyung reached inside and took a handful, examining each and every pair. She held up a pair of lavender panties with the little tag hanging off of the waistband.

"Bae Joohyun - Obtained 10/12/21" Nakyung read outloud, "Wow, your first pair was only two weeks ago."

"I know, it feels like it was yesterday," I smiled, looking at the underwear. As she took each and every pair out, I watched Nakyung's eyes admire every single one. The way her fingers rubbed the fabric and the way she was so intrigued by the panties felt so surreal, like I still couldn't believe I happened to become best friends with a girl who is as big of a panty fanatic as I am.

"Well, what's your next move? I know you're not going to settle for...," Nakyung took a moment to count out the number of underwear on my floor, "six pairs of panties."

"I don't know, the opportunity hasn't come yet. I can't just force myself to go out and try to steal more."

"I mean, technically, yes you can," Nakyung laughed.

"Yeah, but that's not the point. Besides, I think the opportunity will come, so there's no rush," I shrugged, leaning back onto the mattress.

"Bullshit, you just don't want to take a risk and get caught. That's where all the fun is," Nakyung sighed.

"Well duh, it's not a smart idea to try and get caught, or even worse, arrested. Like I said, most of these were moments of opportunity, time will tell when the next one will present itself," I replied, my voice monotone as I thought about the possibility of getting caught. Fuck, my life would actually be over.

"All I'm saying is bullshit, you can't just sit around and wait. A guy like you needs to let loose before holding it in backfires." Nakyung murmured as she crawled onto my bed and slowly straddled my lap. She held herself up by holding onto my shoulders, holding an intense eye contact with me as she gently laid her knees on either side of me. "You want to steal your friends' underwear, and you want to do it behind their backs."

I looked back into Nakyung's eyes, and for the first time, I was seeing them. Really seeing them. Nakyung was such a close friend and I trusted her, so I've never had any reason to stare at her for a long time. Now, I could finally see how beautiful her face was, and how pretty her eyes were. Her eyes were big and round, and were so expressive and full of emotion. Her eyelashes were long and her makeup was light, and she just looked so gorgeous. Her lips were parted ever so slightly and were soft and pink, and the tip of her tongue poked out. There they were again, those types of thoughts that had come up when I noticed my coworkers.

I placed my hands on her thighs, gripping her legs softly. Her hands moved up my chest and around my neck, and she pulled herself closer, so our chests were touching. She leaned forward and whispered into my ear.

"It makes you feel good, and naughty. Knowing you're doing something that others don't even know about, it gives you an amazing feeling. And when you get to do something sexual with it, like how you did with Joy's panties, it just adds an extra layer to the experience."

"You're right, Nakyung." I said softly, losing myself in her touch and the words she was saying.

"Now, why would you want to stop doing something so fun?" Her right hand slid from around my neck down my chest, resting on top of my growing bulge.

"Because... I have to respect their privacy." She gently squeezed my bulge, making me softly groan.

"No, you don't. You know you want their panties badly. Why? Does it make you hard knowing their underwear are in your possession, knowing they had it on them, right against their most private and precious assets," Nakyung softly moaned into my ear.

"Mhmm," I sighed. Nakyung readjusted her hold on my bulge, gripping slightly harder and pressing my balls against my shaft.

"You've never wanted a girl's underwear so badly, and it makes you so horny. It makes you hard, and you can't stop thinking about them, can you? Do you ever wonder what your friends would think if they found out you did this? Stealing their underwear, rubbing one off with their panties, jerking off to their panties, it's so dirty and depraved, it's sickening." I was whining under my breath to Nakyung's dirty words. My dick was getting hard, and I was throbbing in her hand.

"F-Fuck." I simply moaned. Nakyung lightly giggled before pulling me in and passionately kissing me. We held each other tightly as we made out, moaning into each other's mouths and our tongues danced together. Her hold on my bulge tightened, nearly crushing my shaft and forcing it against her palm. She was squeezing and massaging, working my length. My head was spinning as the blood rushed to my cock, and it felt amazing.

My hands on her hips slid inside of her shorts, grabbing ahold her smooth butt and gripping it. She pulled away and let go of my lips, letting me catch my breath. She looked down at me with a sexy grin. She was such a natural sex minx, it was incredible. She leaned back in and gently kissed me on the cheek.

"You know you're a nasty boy, don't you, Minjae? You're a sick pervert who enjoys stealing and jacking off to girls' underwear, and you won't ever get enough."

"I won't." I moaned, nodding my head.

"You're such a kinky freak," she whispered. "But you're my kinky freak, and I'm going to make sure you're taken care of." Her lips moved back onto mine and our tongues met again. We made out sloppily as Nakyung continued her massage on my cock, her fingers squeezing my shaft, sending shocks of pain and pleasure up my body. My fingers dug deeper into her cheeks, and her moans vibrated on my tongue. She pulled away once again and began pulling down her shorts. She slid out of them, and her tight white thong was exposed, showing off her plump ass. She quickly took them off and threw them onto the floor, leaving her half naked on my lap.

She went back in and kissed me again, our lips moving against each other passionately. She began slowly rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing her covered pussy on my clothed cock. But that was when the side of my thigh vibrated. I broke off the kiss and hastily tried to pull my phone out of my pocket.

"What the hell?" Nakyung groaned, annoyed at being interrupted.

"One second," I muttered, flipping over my phone and seeing what I've wanted to see for the past few hours. From my home screen, I saw that Haerin had finally replied:

Haerin

im doing good. just been a little caught up with studying

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. After hours of waiting and hoping, the text finally arrived. Nakyung adjusted her seat on my lap to get a better look at my phone, and she was equally as shocked as I was.

"Wow, look at that. Looks like your little crush texted you," she teased.

"I know, isn't it crazy," I gasped.

"Well, are you gonna reply or what? She's waiting for your response." I looked into Nakyung's eyes, closely. How quickly she had switched from her sexy and siren-like dirty talk to being sweet and genuine. Even when she was saying such mean things, she still had a smile on her face.

"What, did I say something wrong?" She asked, tilting her head. It was just her getting into the mood, but some of the things she said had stuck with me.

"Nah, it's not that," I shook my head, "Nakyung... Am I a bad person?" I've had these thoughts for a little while, but hearing them spew from Nakyung's lips hit differently.

"Do you want the lie," Nakyung ran her fingers through her hair uncomfortably, "Or the honest answer?"

"I don't know, give me the honest answer, don't hold back." I said, bracing myself for the harsh reality I'll have to face.

"Minjae, I think we're both bad people," Nakyung murmured while dragging her finger around on my chest.

"Huh?"

"Do you really think that if we were good people, we would be doing the things we're doing? Or saying the things we're saying?" She asked, staring up at me with her large, bright eyes.

"Well, I mean-"

"Minjae, look, if we were good people, you wouldn't be stealing women's underwear. You wouldn't be hiding this box under your bed, and you wouldn't be jacking off to a bunch of girls' panties. I mean, the fact that you've never gotten caught is insane, and it's honestly just dumb luck that you haven't been."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." I muttered.

"And not to mention, I've encouraged this criminal behavior, and I've supported it. I've gone out with you on the hunt and helped you get panties. And so, what does that make me? I'm the worst." She smiled to herself, "But that's fine.

"I'm sorry, Nakyung." I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her in, holding her against my body.

"There's no need to be sorry. I'm a bad person, but at least I have someone just like me." She softly said. "Now, what are you gonna do about Haerin? You gonna text her back?" Taking in a deep breath, I opened up our messages and quickly typed up a response:

haha, it's all good. gotta make sure the grades stay up right?

"How's that sound?" I asked.

"Nice and casual, that's perfect. Keep it short and simple," she nodded, "And don't forget to add an emoji at the end." With her last bit of advice, I added a nerd face emoji and sent it off. I tossed my phone aside and brought my attention back to Nakyung.

"Alright shitty girl, get to work." I grabbed the top of Nakyung's head and guided her to the floor, allowing her to kneel in front of my bulge. As Nakyung undid my pants and worked on my solid erection, I couldn't help but feel a heavy amount of guilt weighing me down. Maybe Nakyung was right, and maybe I really was a bad person. Perhaps, Haerin deserves better than someone like me, I shouldn't be leading her on. Yet, here I was fantasizing about her while my friend's mouth is wrapped around my dick.

This one took a while. Also, I'm a liar! I said this was going to be a clean chapter but I lied! I felt like this was the right idea so I can build more on Minjae and Nakyung's FWB relationship and how the two of them are facing the undirected consequences of their actions. Also, a new character!