Just Your Luck

One doesn’t hit rock bottom with a crash and a boom. Sometimes, it’s just a soft thud after a long, slow sink.

In your case, it wasn’t the notice of termination from your boss after final appeal, nor the eviction notice after failing to pay rent on time for the third month in a row. It was the sudden feeling after cooking your second-to-the last cup of rice, with nothing else in the fridge save for soy sauce, a single egg, and an empty wallet.

That broke you.

In a blind rage, you threw a laundry basket, your pillows, even your framed diploma. Not a single scratch that would’ve sank you into deeper debt, but enough that your knuckles were bloody against unblemished drywall.

How was any of this fair? You worked every bone of your body out to scrape by; your hair was thinner, your muscles were sore every day, and you could feel your skin cold to the touch. And yes, you hadn’t eaten in what seemed to be 12 hours.

Someone knocked at your door. You felt tears well in your eyes; how could it be the landlord already? You got the letter yesterday. How cruel could they possibly be?

You started blubbering as the doorknob turned; you’d forgotten to lock it. Your heart raced as your breath gave away your panic.

When the door opened, it was Yujin and Wonyoung, your two former coworkers.

“Hey, are you okay?!,” Yujin ran to you, holding you in her arms. You couldn’t keep it together, breaking down completely. You were practically screaming. Through your moment of weakness, Yujin sat there, her own tears stream down to your cheek.

Wonyoung sniffled in the distance, slowly looking through your stuff. She’d call Yujin when she’d found something that hinted at your situation – the eviction and termination notices, the broken debris – and she started packing things up more neatly.

“Hey, let’s focus on what’s urgent. The letter said they’ll be coming in about an hour,” Wonyoung whispered. You could only shake your head in blind denial, merely blubbering “no” over and over. She switched places with Yujin, a much faster worker, while she held you close.

“I know, I know,” Wonyoung whispered, her voice cracking from her own sympathetic breakdown. “We’ll help you, we promise. But please, right now we gotta get to work.”

You breathed a shaky breath and stood up, pouring tears with every step. You didn’t think; you threw whatever you could into trash bags. When your landlord came by, Yujin and Wonyoung gave him a mouthful as he started harping at you; you could swear you also saw wallets being pulled out, bills thrown at the cranky old man who’d eventually left without a fight.

After a while, the room was as empty as it could be. Wonyoung and Yujin, with a lot of finagling, got your stuff on the street, hired a cab, and brought you to their place. The same amount of reverse finagling later, you found yourself at their studio – jobless, homeless, and hopeless.

The two collapsed on their couch, catching their breaths. You sat on the floor, quietly staring into the nothingness.

“Pizza?,” Yujin asked.

“Pizza,” Wonyoung responded. Wonyoung started going through her phone, ordering some food.

Wonyoung looked around before finding you sat on the floor. “Hey, get over here, will you?”

You couldn’t find it in you to move. You knew what was going to come next.

“W-Wonyoung,” you mumbled, “I can’t.”

“You haven’t even heard me out,” she urged. “Come over here, please?”

“Won–”

Yujin got up and sat beside you on the floor, still on her phone finishing up the order. A few seconds later, she set her phone down with a thud.

“Dude, can you stop trying so damn hard for a second? You know we know what’s been going on with you,” Yujin huffed. “So please, stop acting like you have everything under control. You don’t.”

You froze, feeling only the last teardrops well at the edges of your eyes, but too little to come falling down.

“She’s right,” Wonyoung added. “You can’t keep pretending you’re okay. You can’t force it either.”

“I-I can’t,” you blubbered again. “It’s too much to ask of you.”

Yujin looked back at Wonyoung. “You want an honest answer? Yeah, you’ll disrupt a few things in the house. You’ll probably take this couch, where we spend time here to work. You’ll be eating our food for a while, which requires some extra spending. We covered a chunk of your rent, which wasn’t an easy give. But… I would do it again if I had to. Any day. Wonyoung?”

“Brutally honest, but… yeah, no regrets here,” she sighed heavily. “It’s hard enough out there nowadays. You don’t need someone to hurt you less by not caring.”

“I-It’s fine,” you shook off. “I’ll get some service jobs. I’ve done this before. The secretary job was basically one anyway.”

Yujin and Wonyoung chuckled. “You’re so naturally funny, you know?,” Yujin remarked.

“Wasn’t meaning to be,” you sighed. “But… thank you.”

You let Yujin ease you up to bring you to the couch, sitting between her and Wonyoung.

“I’ll get some drinks,” Wonyoung urged. “Anything you’d like?”

“Just coffee,” Yujin replied. “You?”

“No, it's–” Yujin glared at you. “C-coffee.”

As Wonyoung got to work, Yujin leaned back on the sofa. As she arched her back to stretch, you couldn’t help but notice the sleeveless shirt she wore stretch against the curves of her chest. You’ve never seen them like this, considering your only engagement with them was limited to the office.

“How’d you know to check on me at my house?,” you asked.

Yujin shrugged. “Just a hunch. You wouldn’t skip work even if you’d been diagnosed with a life-threatening illness.”

“Like that 39-degree fever, remember?,” Wonyoung cried out from the kitchen.

“Right. So, something felt off,” Yujin continued.

“Well… yeah,” you groaned, leaning forward, arms on your knees. “I suppose you have questions.”

“Not questions,” Wonyoung called out, walking in with a tray of your coffees in dainty mugs. You got a plain red one. “Just… talk.”

“Talk?”

“Y'know… say what’s on your mind,” she said, putting her mug up to her nose and breathing in the coffee. “And if there’s nothing, or you don’t want to, well… at least you had the space.”

You sat there, pondering where to start. Obviously there was the termination. Absolute bullshit reason – “ unsatisfactory performance ” – that was probably some mask to retrench you. You’d actually been leading marketing projects, unlike some of the mooches in office, so much so that you poured out just a bit too much of your own salary to make shit happen.

There was that too – that, against Yujin and Wonyoung’s warnings, you had indeed spent a bit too much money on time out to work for a company that didn’t even do overtime pay or reliable reimbursement. That was your fault.

Then you got into that accident. Some stupid biker in the wrong lane who just happened to be the son of an executive, who paid off for the costs to the damaged bike, but butted in to deny you coverage for your hospital treatment. You didn’t even know you had insurance.

Recalling it all, you couldn’t help but feel the same anger and rage from the previous night. If not for Yujin’s and Wonyoung’s hands rubbing your back and your thigh in comfort, you probably would have had another totally justified meltdown. Wonyoung seemed more concerned at the outbursts of anger; Yujin sighed as heavily as you did.

“So,” Yujin pressed, “do you want to hear anything in particular?”

“No,” you said coldly. There was nothing to say. “But thanks for letting me air it out.”

“It’s okay,” Wonyoung replied, giving you a hug. You felt yourself pull back instinctively, and she let go when she felt you do so.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, “just thought you’d like one.”

“No, it’s just–,” you sighed. “I don’t want you to force yourself to be so nice. I mean, it’s just–”

“Don’t,” Yujin cut you off. “It’s not ‘just’ something. It’s a lot. Nobody deserves that. That’s enough reason for a hug, stranger or friend.” She stretched her arms out, and you let yourself fall into her embrace. Wonyoung joined in, their shared warmth radiating into the fibers of your muscles. You felt tears well again, likely evidenced with the sniffles and sharp breathing.

“Let it out, okay?,” Wonyoung reassured. “It’s okay.”

“See? Not forced,” Yujin cheered.

That night, after a lot more pizza than you’ve had in months, the hottest shower you’ve ever had, and a couch that shockingly felt softer than the bed you’ve known for years, you fell asleep soundly. You couldn’t even remember staring at the ceiling, settled with a single thought:

Thank goodness for good people.

At 4AM, you hopped out of bed and slipped on the last pair of unused clothes you had. You’d been told by Wonyoung that the building had some free washing machines at the basement, so you got to work.

You’d paced back and forth in the basement as you scoured every hiring site you could find. You even had the gall to send a message to some college friends you knew had some startups that could use some cheap, minimum wage labor. A friend of a friend remembered a retail job offer that was willing to pay 1.5x minimum wage for two shifts at a retail store; the other was a delivery driver which promised just as much after a month to pay off the overhead of the bike you’d rent and other costs. If you could get both, you decided you would.

By the time you’d finished laundry at 6:30AM, you met Wonyoung and Yujin coming down from the elevator.

“Oh, perfect,” Yujin said. “You gonna stay over today?”

“Yeah, I might see if I can bring stuff over somewhere else. We can talk later,” you urged. “Go on ahead. Don’t say hi to that cranky HR head.” They laughed.

“Oh, in that case, here!,” Yujin tossed you a ring of keys. “Make yourself at home.”

“I’ll… try not to.” She shot you a glare again, but that one didn’t faze you; you were a guest, not a resident. No amount of kindness would shake that.

When you arrived at the apartment, you decided to fix your things. If you were gonna take the couch, you probably should try to limit everything you owned to that space.

Wonyoung sent you a text. “If you need to store anything, the cabinet under the TV is empty.” That was really helpful, actually.

For about 2 hours you played Tetris with your clothes and knickknacks you had in your boxes; by the time you’d sorted the stuff you needed, you had all the less useful stuff – toys, folders, and other things – in a single box. You sent a message to your sister if she could take it in, and continued with your day.

You’d also noticed that, while the apartment was fairly organized, it wasn’t maintained. You felt their A/C clog up your nose last night; opening it up, it turns out they haven’t washed the filter on it. You spotted leaky faucets, and loose screws in chairs. With the tiny toolbox you had (and much patience), you dealt with those too.

By the time you were done, it was 11AM. Your sister on the far side of town said she’d gladly take the box, and booked you a taxi to get there.

“So… that’s that,” you said, putting down your cup of tea on the table.

“I’m sorry,” your sister replied. “Sorry that there’s been so much shit happening to you, and sorry I can’t offer much more than the box. And this,” she added, reaching out a single bill. You waved it off.

“No, it’s okay. I think work is just gonna kill me physically so… pray for me to the powers that be, I suppose.”

“Did you say thank you to your coworkers-slash-roommates?,” she asked.

“Of course. More than. Fixed their place up too.”

“Good,” she replied. “Are they pretty?”

You choked on your drink. She laughed.

“That answers that then,” she gloated.

“That’s not what I said,” you whined.

“But it is what you mean,” she retorted. “I know you. You wouldn’t do that kind of effort if you didn’t mean to impress.”

“I meant to express gratitude.”

“I know.”

You sat in silence, your sister still grinning at you.

“Not one word,” you hissed. She zipped her mouth with her hand.

Of course, the perfect way to end a day of wins is bad news.

Turns out the delivery job was gonna be a problem – lower income and a higher overhead cost than what was advertised. And the retail job was a complete bust, apparently a misunderstanding on all sides. But, at least the delivery job was still an option you chose to sit on for tonight.

You stared at the browned gray roof of the taxi. A win was a win at rock bottom, but damn if did it didn’t suck to be in the dumps.

Maybe there were some more odd jobs to do at home – not so much to offset any costs you’d eventually be paying for like rent, but to just make a good impression on Yujin and Wonyoung. Of course it was to impress them; they were pretty, like close-your-eyes-and-dream-of-them kind of pretty. But them showing up for you was just as much fate’s way of giving you a bigger win than you ever probably deserved. Repaying them this way was almost automatic.

When you got home, Wonyoung was on the couch, scrolling aimlessly. When you showed up, she stood up and gestured for you to sit.

“Wonyoung, please,” you waved. “This is your house.”

“I know, but I don’t think you want my feet anywhere close to your face would be.” A little weirdly put, but understandable. “Is it just me or is it freezing?”

“Oh, I cleaned out your filter. It was really dusty.”

“You have to clean those?!,” she said, surprised.

“Yeah, maybe once a month or two. Or else it clogs up the air intake. And if you’re allergic to dust like me, it’ll mess your sinuses up.”

“Man, I was wondering if I caught a cold or something,” she responded. “Thanks for that.”

“Of course. Gotta pull my weight here, right?” You looked around. “Where’s Yujin?”

“Oh, probably out for groceries. She wanted to go early now that you’re around.” She noticed you look away. “Hey, it’s alright, I promise. Okay?” She opened up for a hug again, and you returned it in earnest this time. You felt her chest squeeze against yours, her hoodie riding up just enough to reveal dainty safety shorts and her silky smooth legs. Damn it, she was really hot.

“You’re really cuddly,” you commented. “Even more than I’ve ever seen you back at the office.”

“Well duh, I’m not gonna show all those creeps that I cozy up to guys,” she scoffed. “But you are… a friend.” She smiled, and it melted your heart in a second.

“Sorry about yesterday, please don’t take it the wrong way,” you groaned, taking a seat.

“No, I get it. Like you said, it’s not how you know me to be,” Wonyoung replied. She tilted her head, allowing her hair to fall naturally, and it felt so cinematic you felt you were staring for way longer than you were. “How are you feeling anyway?”

“Tired, I suppose, though mostly from all the work I’d done today. Brought my extra stuff to my sister’s.”

“Oh, you have sister!,” she perked up. “Where does she stay?”

“Almost an hour from here, actually,” you replied. “She’s got a child already. So I’m not really… able to move in with her.”

“No no, that’s not a problem,” she waved off. “But you don’t look like the type to have a sister.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?”

“I don’t know, you just seem a lot more…,” she trailed off, covering her mouth.

“A lot more what?”

“More… manly,” she admitted, accompanied by an awkward smirk.

“Because if I had a sister, I’d be more in tune with women things, like periods and good fashion, correct?”

Wonyoung raised her hands. “Your words, not mine.” You exchanged a moment of laughter.

A knock came on the door, likely Yujin. When Wonyoung opened it, she passed some grocery bags. You joined in to help, placing what you could on the dining table.

“Well, this should be enough for our new roommate,” she remarked.

“Yujin, I’m not–”

“Wonyoung, I thought we said we wouldn’t bring the A/C down this low? It’s so cold!,” she called out.

“It’s not!,” Wonyoung replied from the kitchen, likely emptying some frozen goods. “It’s actually higher!”

“I cleaned out the filter,” you admitted. “And fixed a few leaky faucets.”

“Wow! Thank you!,” Yujin ran in to give you a hug. Guess you were gonna have to get used to those.

“It’s really nothing,” you dismissed. “I’m just a guest here.”

“No you’re not. You are a full fledged resident of this unit, and if your role in the house is repairs, then I’m glad to relinquish that to you,” she said, taking off the coat she had on. Her polo was stained with sweat, and she removed that too to reveal a plain white tank top underneath.

“You don’t mind, do you?,” she continued.

“N-not at all…,” you mumbled. There was nothing to mind, after all, about Yujin being naturally sexy. Something about the wet look and the daringness to strip before you maybe, but more likely just the slimness and leanness of her body. That and her ass, which pencil skirts like the one she had on today really accentuated.

“Oh yeah, you said you were gonna look for some opportunities?,” Wonyoung replied, stepping out of the kitchen. Seeing both of them before you in this more casual setting really truly made you spiritually weak.

“Uh… you okay?,” Yujin raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have to share anything.”

“N-no, just… I’m so lucky you were there for me,” you sighed. “I wasn’t even that close to you prior to this.”

Wonyoung dragged you to the sofa to sit. “You need to stop freaking out about this. Let us help you, alright?”

“I know, it’s just– I can’t help but feel just a little conscious. I’ve never found myself in this position before.”

“And yet,” Yujin said, crashing into the couch, head on your lap without warning, “you were so willing to help us out in a similar position.”

“I did?!,” you exclaimed, looking at Wonyoung.

“Yeah, remember that Christmas party? Yujin was drunk?”

“Wait,” you looked at the floor. “You mean that bum from the sales team that tried to force a one-on-one with Wonyoung?”

“Yeah,” Yujin scoffed. “The way you pushed him away? Tough. Big bad boy vibes.” She growled playfully.

“Then you helped carry Yujin all the way down the building,” Wonyoung smiled. “Seriously, that was a lot to ask from anyone.”

“That was nothing,” you scoffed in return. “This is a favor of life-saving proportions.”

Wonyoung punched your shoulder. “Do you even have a sister?! You should know that that was a life-saving moment.”

“You have a sister?!,” Yujin remarked. “But you’re so–”

“Manly!,” Wonyoung butted in. Yujin gave her a loud high five.

“You make me blush,” you said, partially sarcastic, but you did feel your ears burn up.

“Point being,” Yujin butted in, “that we’re acquaintances that are only now becoming friends. There, mister labels-are-important, satisfied?”

“Not my point,” you shrugged, “but okay.”

“Anyway, back to the jobs?,” Wonyoung urged.

“Right. Uh… I was looking into retail and delivery. I think I can do the delivery one, but I’m really hoping to get a second one.”

“A second job? Why?,” Wonyoung asked, doing that head-tilting thing again. Your chest fluttered.

“Well, uh… I’m not sure. Rent? Repay debts? Contribute to the groceries or bills?”

“Dude, calm down,” Yujin pushed back. “Taking care of you means giving you space to figure shit out. I mean, fine. If you were still a lousy bum 3 months later, maybe I’d be a bit less patient. But,” she said, tapping you on the nose with a playful smile, “I trust you.”

“Yujin–”

Wonyoung grabbed on to your arm fully, allowing you to smell the faint floral scent of her shampoo. “Just take the delivery job for a few days. And if you like it, see how much you earn for a few weeks. We gotcha. Right, Yujin?” She responded with two thumbs up and a confident nod.

“Gotta say,” you remarked, “having two pretty women encourage you to try your best is a hell of a motivator.”

Yujin gave you a wink. “You’ll figure it out.”

“Hey, it’s nearly 7PM,” Wonyoung commented. “Time for dinner.”

“You got any cooking skills, roomie?,” Yujin teased.

You cracked your neck. “I can handle knifework well enough.”

“Good,” Yujin said, finally letting you go by sitting up. “You two spend one last bit of quality time together. I’ll take a shower.”

“Sure thing. Let’s go,” Wonyoung invited, holding out a hand for you.

In the kitchen, washed some rice in chicken stock while you were cutting some garlic and shallots. She kept playfully bumping your shoulder and hips, messing you up from your rhythm. You’d scare her in return as she gingerly tried to drop the rice and vegetables in a sizzling pan. Honestly, whatever attraction you had for her was only ramping up; not only was she so easy to be around, but it was also fun to keep her smiling.

“Y’know,” she started as she mixed the broth, “I think Yujin likes you.”

“As a friend? I sure hope so,” you commented.

“…Right,” she rebutted. “You’d be surprised to know that she’s very shallow.”

“Really now?,” you pressed. “I’d thought she’d have fairly particular standards.”

“Not really. This one time,” she urged you to come in closer so she could whisper, “this new guy in the office did some computer troubleshooting, and I swear she couldn’t stop staring at him for a whole week.”

“Surprisingly shallow, I agree,” you nodded your head. “But what’s wrong with that?”

“Got that right,” Wonyoung smiled.

“That said then,” you continued, checking on the now simmering broth with a whiff, “surely there’s some common thread between these crushes.”

“Vaguely?,” Wonyoung said, stretching out her answer in hesitation. “A busybody. Somebody who can work. Somebody who’s got his shit down, even if not in the moment. Like you.”

“You flatter my skills way too much,” you said, tasting a hot spoonful. “Needs more salt.”

“Do I?,” Wonyoung raised an eyebrow with a sly smirk.

“Why would you need more salt? I meant the stock,” you teased. She tickled your ribs in full, almost knocking over the pan – causing another fit of laughter.

When Yujin came out of the shower – hair still wet, wearing a sports bra and gym shorts, nearly killing you on the spot – you’d started plating up.

“Just in time,” you smiled. “A very simple and harmless risotto.”

“Mmm,” she closed her eyes in approval. “Should’ve been friends with you sooner.”

“Glad to have your approval,” you replied, sitting down and tasting the risotto. Probably the next best thing you’ve had in days after yesterday’s after-hunger pizza.

“You gotta teach me this,” Wonyoung urged.

“You were in the kitchen, were you not paying attention?,” Yujin chuckled.

“She wouldn’t stop tickling me.”

“Whatever,” Wonyoung smirked.

After dinner, with plates washed and table wiped clean, you sat and scrolled through your phone, looking again at the delivery job. It was likely going to kill your back before you got lung cancer, but it was promising.

Yujin sat next to you. Wonyoung sat on the sofa, facing away from you and doomscrolling in silence. Yujin pointed her phone at you, opened on her notes app:

wonyoung’s totally crushing on you

You grabbed the phone from Yujin.

no shes not

When she read it, she rolled her eyes and typed out a significantly longer message.

she literally cooked for you. she doesn’t even cook for ME. barely does for herself. and on your first day cooking she decided to help willingly?

“You told us to cook,” you whispered. She angrily held a finger to your mouth, mouthing the words she has good hearing.

“What was that about cooking?,” Wonyoung turned around.

“Nothing, just said you had good cooking skills, right Yujin?”

“Never tasted anything like it,” Yujin added.

“Oh, but, it was his recipe,” Wonyoung dismissed.

“So? You helped me cook. You get credit too.” She smiled widely, turning back around and looking at her phone again. Yujin once again flashed her phone to you:

SEE WHAT I MEAN???

You rolled your eyes and cleared your throat. “So, uh, I guess I’ll start that delivery job tomorrow then.”

“Okay,” Yujin said with a warm, encouraging smile. Somehow the anxieties washed away with a simple look, one that made you feel warm and content.

“You should get some sleep then,” Wonyoung added, gesturing to the sofa.

“Sorry,” you started, “I promise I'll–”

“Stop,” Wonyoung waved off. “You’re welcome here.”

Yujin came in and hugged you from the back, leaning her cheek against the back of your shoulder. “I know you can do it, okay? Be safe.”

When the girls retired to their rooms, you say on the sofa, in silence. It felt like the whole day had been an emotional rollercoaster, and while the adrenaline was dying down, it was still time to rest.

Of course, as you lay down, you could only see their smiles replaying in your head, all the spots where gentle nudges and hugs extra cold.

If that was all that could keep you going, in the face of uncertainty, then you were going to enjoy it.

Weeks pass. Then a month. Nearly two now, since that night with the risotto.

You’d sorted out logistical concerns with Yujin. You got your own key to the house, even managed to pay off the amount they’d covered for you (your part of the rent to follow). And you did take on the delivery job for good.

But your body ached, a lot. You’d lost weight, lacking time to eat properly, though you’d gotten leaner from the heavier deliveries you were glad to take on. But after all that, your knee joints ached, and your breath felt so much shorter.

Worst of all, you barely saw them. The few nights you caught them at dinnertime, you’d collapse on the couch, before waking up, eating leftovers, and getting back up for more deliveries. You didn’t catch them on weekends too, since you tried really hard to ride the wave of orders. But it broke your heart, it did.

One time you sat with Wonyoung on the sofa when you leaned your head on her shoulder; before you knew it, the two of you slept side by side, heads piled on one another. But one late night order later, and you snuck out, leaving her alone. Tranquil as she looked, it hurt no less.

It was no different with Yujin, with whom you’d rarely catch sitting on the table, doing some accounting late at night. You sat in front of her, the both of you silent as you shared the space but not the moment.

And then came the accident.

It was so sudden: a sharp, searing pain deep inside your knees that led you to fall down some steps, followed by an equally mind-numbingly sharp pain in your wrist. You came out of it with a torn ACL, a sprained wrist, but left behind all the money you had saved for hospital bills. No debts this time, but back to square one.

Worse was the insult to injury of all the missed orders and deliveries. Hour after hour you tried and failed to resist the urge to stare at the money you weren’t making, even when Wonyoung preemptively muted the app’s notifications. From what you’d heard, it’d only be a matter of time before you’re removed from the company.

So you laid there on the sofa, the top of your head itching with a prickly feeling of heat – from annoyance. From stress. From anger.

But you couldn’t bear to hold it for long. Because while you laid down, Wonyoung occasionally still scratched the top of that itching head. On some days it would be Yujin instead, who’d show you cute videos of dogs on her feed. And fuck, who could have thought you’d find yourself so weak at such a simple gesture?

Whoever wasn’t by your side was the one to be out and about to work; apparently they’d worked out a schedule where they alternated, which started to eat on some of their paid leaves, but they insisted was “their pleasure.” But perhaps that was what fueled the annoyance, never allowing the kind, confusingly loving gestures to truly take root: the guilt. It was one thing to be robbed of everything, and to have been given a second chance to pay everything back; it was another when they explicitly put themselves down for you on top of that.

Was it pride? Was it the shame of being pitied? Could be both, and on the first weekend after, when the three of you sat at the couch for lunch, it practically leapt out of your mouth.

“I think I’ll be better enough next week to handle myself alone,” you began, setting the plate down.

“Nonsense,” Yujin said, mouth still full while she swallowed to resume her point. “It’s just work.”

“No it’s not,” you replied more sternly, causing the both of them to shift the way they sat. “You’re actually using up leaves.”

“Paid leaves,” Yujin remarked. “We’re not losing money.”

“You get to convert those to cash. Or maybe you’ll get sick one day. Point is, they’re meant for you.”

“They are for us. So what if we’re using the day to care for you? That’s our choice,” Yujin furrowed her brows.

“I’m fine. Wa–”

You pushed up against the sofa only trigger a very painful cramp. Perhaps they did, in fact, pamper you too much. But the pain was there.

“Hey! Cut that out,” Wonyoung pushed your shoulders down.

“You’re not–”

“Calm down,” Yujin laid a hand on your wrapped arm, and you swiped it away.

“I said I’m fine,” you hissed. “Could you just–”

Wonyoung turned your torso around to face her, scowling. “How long am I going to have to keep taking care of you for you to get the fucking hint?,” she huffed, before colliding her lips onto yours.

You felt the ice in your chest melt as Wonyoung held your face in her hands, chasing kiss after kiss from you, digging for every reply to “I like you, damn it ” that she’d been silently giving to you but you never returned.

Yujin scoffed as she turned you to face her. “You figuring it out yet, dummy?,” she smirked, kissing you as well, a lot less aggressive than Wonyoung, but still as needy – like she’d been keeping herself on a tight leash, and was now free to eat the meal set before her.

“Rest his leg on the sofa,” Wonyoung ordered Yujin, who held you against her by wrapping her arms across your belly.

“You’ve done it now,” Yujin whispered. “Wonyoung’s only like this when she’s… horny.”

While Yujin’s low, sultry whispers alone started getting you hard, the pace at which things were going easily escalated your budding excitement.

“I’ve been telling you to let us take care of you since day one,” Wonyoung began, sliding down your joggers and your underwear, “because I’ve had a fucking crush on you since that Christmas party.”

Once she’d shimmied your bottoms out, your cock sprang up and slammed against your shirt. Wonyoung looked excited as she kept sliding your pants off the whole way off your good leg.

She massaged your balls, heavy and full to the touch. It had been about a week, after all, since you last had one good rubout because of work and this injury.

“I can see it in your eyes,” she smirked, “when you stare at my legs when we’re seated here.” You felt your ears redden. “Don’t worry – I like seeing you flustered.”

She started rubbing a single fingertip on your frenulum, already cold and wet from precum, making her grin in excitement.

“So, do you get the hint now?” You nodded.

“Do you want this?” You nodded again.

Without hesitation, Wonyoung started sucking you off, spit already coating your shaft in streams. Yujin began sucking on your earlobes, chuckling every so often when Wonyoung would surface gasping for air.

“She’s so into you,” Yujin whispered. “Remember that hoodie you gave her? She was touching herself one night smelling it. Because she fucking missed you.”

“Shut up,” Wonyoung mumbled, blushing with your member in her mouth.

“I missed you too, babe,” Yujin exhaled, “missed you walking around the house and being such a busybody, cleaning and fixing shit up.” She guided your good hand down her shorts, already warm and moist even from the outside. “Feel that? That’s how bad I wanna make you feel good.”

Wonyoung smiled with a gaze that said “I told you so,” before, spitting out a thick glob of saliva and stroking you fast.

If it needed to be reiterated, you hadn’t had any form of release in more than a month. That you’d even lasted this long, beset on both sides by two very determined women, pleasured on one end and teased on the other, was essentially miraculous. In minutes, you found yourself over the edge; without warning, you released.

You felt your abdomen spasm as you released heavy spurt after heavy spurt all over the Wonyoung’s hands and your shirt. The two couldn’t help but stare, incredulous at how much you’d released.

“ Fuck,” Yujin sighed, her breath quivering. “I want that.” She grabbed a pillow and properly propped you up on the side of the sofa, joining Wonyoung in licking and sucking up every globule of seed that scattered all over you. Wonyoung didn’t swallow, but gestured to Yujin to catch her mouthful of your load. Yujin gladly gulped it all.

“You taste good, babe,” Yujin grinned, “right, Wonyoung?”

Wonyoung grinned and giggled, her hair a frizzy mess from her own heat. An alarm rang on her phone, and she got up to give you your scheduled round of painkillers, feeding you the tablet and putting a cup of water to your mouth.

Yujin, however, was far from done. Her hands slid up your shirt, twirling your nipples between her fingers as she kissed your abdomen. You let out breathy, choppy moans, trying to laugh off being made a toy at Yujin’s mercy. She pulled your shirt off completely, followed by her freeing her hips of what little clothing she had on – beyond the teasingly short shorts, apparently nothing else.

“You look like you still got some left in you,” Yujin grinned, mounting you slowly. You squirmed as her folds wrapped around your sensitive shaft, replaced by the warmth and slick that urged it erect.

Yujin was careful. Whatever pain you would have had in your limbs from being rocked back and forth was not an issue; she simply swayed her hips, circled them around, rocked them into you in varying speeds. Your brain was in another dimension.

“Yujin, you’re so hot,” you blurted out. “I can’t stop staring at your ass or your tits when you wear… literally fucking anything really.”

“I love it when you stare,” she smiled, taking off her shirt – again, also without any undergarments – to reveal a pair of perky breasts. You placed a hand on her chest and let your hand glide down, over her toned abs, and Yujin breathed faster, enjoying the subtle praise.

“Look at Wonyoung over there,” Yujin teased. To the side, Wonyoung sat with her legs crossed, back leaned fully on the chair, lips bitten down hard to hide her moans. She looked so beautifully arousing like a renaissance portrait under the dinner table light, and Yujin caught your ogling.

She grabbed you by your chin and gave you a tongue-filled kiss. “You’ll get a chance with her.”

You leaned closer to her ear. “Or you could save your turn for last so I can cum inside you.”

Yujin gasped with eyes wide and a wider smile. “Deal.” She hopped off – edging you and leaving your cock twitching – and whispered to Wonyoung, who pursed her lips and daintily walked toward you, legs still weak from her touch.

“I like your offer,” Wonyoung grinned, eyes still small from her heightened arousal. She climbed over you and aligned herself over your still firm shaft, not even needing to guide it with her hands.

“How bad did you want this?,” you whispered to Wonyoung as she straddled you.

“May have… squirted all over the floor thinking about this,” she panted, “… more than twice.”

“It’s yours now,” you reassured.

Satisfied, Wonyoung mounted you, slower and more delicate than Yujin, partly because she felt tighter, mostly because she was already so close to her climax.

“Drill her,” Yujin coaxed from behind you. She aligned her core right above you, squeezing your head in between her knees.

You thrusted upward and slowly but surely pounded Wonyoung. Though not your most committed effort, every single slam seemed to ripple into Wonyoung’s bones and muscles. She bit a finger to keep herself in control, and it looked close to piercing flesh.

“Don’t hold back, Wonyoung,” you gasped, “cum all over me.”

Right on cue, Wonyoung practically exploded over you. Her body convulsed sharply, arms and legs frantically grasping and kicking for some sort of anchor on the already crowded sofa. Liquids abounded, coating wherever else was dry on your torso.

Your racing breaths were shocked out of rhythm by a single drop of a similarly sticky substance – not from Wonyoung, but from Yujin still hovering over your face.

“F–fuck,” she laughed, “that was incredibly hot.” She helped pull you up, enough to give the fully splayed puddle called Wonyoung space on the sofa, while allowing you two to have your grand finale.

“Ready? Don’t hold back. Cum inside me,” she gasped, only slightly a taunt against your words, but otherwise her actual plea. She climbed over you and slid you into her, this time her ass fully in view.

The careful, methodical hip choreography was gone. Yujin ground her hips into yours with reckless abandon, chasing after an orgasm she’d not only worked for today, but for what seemed like months of repressed emotions – call it lustful aggression.

“Holy fuck, your cock is so– fuck, I’m gonna cum!,” Yujin yelped, each cracked squeal sending you inches closer to your own climax. Her ass recoiled with every bounce, and with primal curiosity, you gave it a thick, meaty slap.

Without warning, she clamped her legs and twitched aggressively, her walls also massaging your cock aggressively. One last, sharp squeal, and she fell forward over Wonyoung.

That was that.

You felt a long, dense spurt leave you, then another, then another. You emptied yourself into Yujin until strings and droplets of white streamed from where your cock disappeared into Yujin. You felt your cock slide out with a squelch and drop limp on your already drenched belly.

The three of you laid back on the sofa, the cheap faux leather glistening with the outlines of sweaty limbs and streaks of liquids unidentifiable. And you stayed there, staring at the ceiling, the adrenaline blocking out the inevitable pain of your injured limbs and the post-nut fatigue.

After a while, Yujin and Wonyoung helped each other up and disappeared into their rooms, returning with damp towels each to, you assumed, wipe you down with. And, of course, still naked, posing before you in their toned, curvy glory. Your cock still ached, but seeing them both fully naked in front of you built your erection back up again.

“Looks like we made a mess,” Wonyoung giggled, “so we’re gonna have to clean up.”

“Are the birthday suits absolutely necessary? It’s not even your birthdays.”

“Like you don’t like it,” Yujin said, throwing her cold towel right over your dick. You shivered, they laughed, and sat you up with you in between the two of them.

As hands glided over your chest and your back, from Wonyoung in front and Yujin behind you, damp lips also left their marks all over your skin. Cold, wet, but undeniably arousing, you couldn’t help yourself from moaning, failing to gnash your teeth hard enough.

“Don’t stop,” Wonyoung whispered, sinking her lips into your neck. Yujin joined her from behind, working her way into your shoulder.

You felt a hand reach for the towel over your member, rubbing it over your shaft with lightly wrapped fingers. You felt Wonyoung smile with each kiss.

“God, you two are cockteases,” you heaved, “since day fucking one.”

Wonyoung let go. “We can stop,” she chided mischievously. Yujin reached over with her towel and covered your balls in it – not a pleasant feeling, but that seemed to be the intention.

“What if… we want you to stay here?,” Yujin whispered in your ear. “You’ll get to have this every day.”

“I– I can’t stay here for free. I might not have a job because of this shit,” you raised your arm.“

” Relax,“ Wonyoung kissed you – no lust, only care – "we try again then.”

“I’m paying rent then, equal share.”

“Deal,” Yujin kissed your shoulder again.

“And I’ll do the cooking and repairs.”

“Already assumed that,” Wonyoung chuckled.

“And about our–”

Wonyoung cupped your cheeks to shut you up. “We’ll figure it out.”

“Together,” Yujin beamed, kissing the back of your head.

“You do have,” Wonyoung smirked, hand sliding beneath the towels on your groin, “ one last thing to offer, don’t you?”

You gulped with a nervous smile. Talk about a comeback.