Fuck.
Never thought I'd end up like this...
How many guys get trapped in a women's lounge?
"Hah..."
What now?
Sleep here?
Need to take out my lenses, wash my face, brush my teeth...
Problem is, the bathroom's outside.
"Hmm..."
Calm down.
Honestly, it's cozy, so sleeping's not an issue. Probably...
But I should try to get out.
Seems like you need a card or password to enter.
And probably something similar to leave—something only girls know?
*Is there a card?*
Maybe Park Ye-young has one?
Or she just used a password? That's more likely...
Should I check, just in case?
"Hmm..."
I stand quietly beside the passed-out Park Ye-young.
Not even breathing, just knocked out...
It's fine to check, right? Doesn't look like she'll wake up.
"Yo, Park Ye-young..."
"..."
"You asleep?"
"..."
She's out.
I lift the blanket slightly.
Her chest in plain view... fuck, I didn't mean to look!
"Hnng..."
She's asleep... she's asleep...
Hands trembling, I reach into her jersey pocket.
No card in her jacket.
Then it's gotta be her pants pocket.
*Rustle rustle.*
Fuck, I'm screwed.
Nothing in her pockets either.
I check again, just in case—no trace.
Guess there's a specific way to exit... no card.
"Hah..."
She's not waking up, and forcing her awake might give her a killer hangover.
*Swish.*
I cover her back up.
Didn't do anything, but feels like I did something bad...
"Hoo..."
Guess I'm really sleeping here.
Can take out my lenses, rinse my mouth with water, and sleep...
Feels gross, but what choice do I have? Fuck, shit always happens around these girls...
"Ugh."
At least there's a mirror.
I sit in front of it, take out my lenses, and wash my hands.
Good thing she bought water.
After rough cleanup, I sit back on the sofa.
The room reeks of alcohol...
Gathered all the bottles, and it's like a soju diffuser.
"Hah..."
Will it explode if I cap it? Whatever, leave it open...
Won't get alcohol poisoning sleeping here, right? Fuck.
"Sleep... sleep..."
No choice but to sleep...
Kill time on my phone and pass out.
Can't do much till she wakes up...
*Click.*
Lights off, and it's pitch black.
Kinda creepy... really dark.
Waiting for my eyes to adjust, I grab the bunk bed ladder and climb up.
Good thing it's a bunk bed—
"...Fuck."
Something wrong with my eyes?
Why's there no blanket on the top bunk...?
---
No, fuck, there's a pillow but no blanket.
What's this? Is the top bunk always like this? Or did someone take it to wash?
*Cold... fuck...*
I lie down anyway...
But it's getting colder...
Legs are freezing... only my crotch is warm... fuck...
"Hah..."
Left my bag in the locker too...
If I had pants, I'd just sleep.
*Cold... cold...*
I'd sleep through it, but the top bunk's freezing, fuck!
Was warm sitting down, but up here, it's ice-cold.
Lying down makes it worse.
"..."
Sleep next to Park Ye-young?
What happens if she wakes up? I'm dead, right?
...Just sleep... force it...
"..."
Argh, fuck!
No way! I'm freezing to death!
"Hnnggh..."
Not exaggerating, it's really cold.
Top bunk's brutal...
Maybe I can sleep next to her for a few hours? Yeah, maybe...
Legs trembling, I hurry down the ladder.
She's still out, not moving.
"..."
Standing in front, I freeze.
Sleep on the sofa? But it'll get cold too...
*Itadakimasu...*
No, I mean, excuse me.
I carefully lift the blanket and lie next to her.
Bit cramped. I nudge her legs aside with my foot.
We're both skinny, so it's doable. I grab the pillow from above and close my eyes.
So cozy.
This is it. Blankets are life.
I glance at her profile.
"Pfft... hoo..."
Wasn't breathing earlier, but now she is.
Her body heat's there too. Thought she was dead...
"..."
Her warmth...
If I say I slept here 'cause I was freezing, she won't care, right?
I was really gonna freeze...
*H-Hmm...*
Used my body a lot today, so I'm tired...
Eyes close, and sleep hits fast.
I blink open briefly.
Dim, studio-like room, bunk bed...
No household stuff, just a weird space.
*What am I doing?*
Feels like sleeping in a lecture hall with a bed.
So weird.
Eyes close again, and I'm slowly pulled under.
Her warmth feels nice...
*Phew...*
Soju-beer diffuser... sleep's coming...
---
*Hehe.*
Park Ye-young's chest, bam.
Not huge, but full, feels amazing to press...
Even over her bra, it's soft but firm, like relieving tension...
*Lower the bra...*
Ooh... Huge breasts...
Clinging flesh...
Her areolas feel great... small, soft nipples...
*H-Hmm...*
Her ass is firm yet soft...
Feels full, like it's loosening as I rub...
Wanna keep smacking it... so cute but full, just having it there...
...
What's this?
What am I doing now?
I twitch my fingers in panic.
"H-Hoo..."
N-Nothing in my hands. Thought I was grabbing her chest...
Just a dream.
Thought I went nuts and groped her, scared the shit outta me...
"Hnng..."
What time is it?
Kinda dim, probably still early morning. Hard to tell in this sealed room...
I fumble for my phone and press the button. 5:30 a.m.
"Hah..."
Still early.
Sun'll rise soon...
By 6 a.m., people might show up. Some come and go super early...
*Ooh...*
Woke up 'cause my legs are cold...
Lower body's freezing, messed up my sleep...
*Glance.*
I peek beside me—Park Ye-young's twitching slightly.
Looks like she's waking up.
"Hoo... ugh..."
Alcohol breath...
Shampoo mixed with booze...
"Argh..."
Painful groan from beside me.
Hangover, huh?
Wait, I'm lying next to her too naturally.
Should've bolted to the sofa...
"H-Hah..."
*Buzz buzz.*
Vibrations from the bed's headboard.
Her phone... an alarm? Why's it going off now?
"Hah..."
She stirs, grabbing her phone.
Vibration stops.
I instinctively close my eyes. J-Just pretending to sleep...
*Rustle.*
I feel her sit up.
Yawn and hair-ruffling sounds.
Her stare burns into me. My eyelids feel it...
"I know you're awake, dumbass."
"..."
"You were tossing and turning."
...She knows?
Awkwardly, I open my eyes and sit up.
So embarrassing...
"Come with me. Gotta hit the bathroom..."
"Y-Yeah..."
Weird smell...
She keeps ruffling her hair, stumbling up.
*Creak creak.* Stretch.
Her thighs, marked with red creases, glow faintly.
"Hah..."
*Click click.* *Beep.*
Not a card—some button or code.
She shuffles out in slippers.
I need to pee too... maybe wait a bit.
"...Hoo..."
Feeling kinda dazed.
Dim blue dawn creeps through the door crack.
Waking up at school... feels weird.
That lecture hall stone-floor, stone-ceiling air...
"Hah..."
She stumbles back, yawning, and flops on the sofa.
Still half-asleep.
"So fucking tired..."
Same.
I blink, staring at the slowly closing door.
Gonna hit the bathroom now. I stagger up, feeling her gaze.
"Yo."
"Y-Yeah..."
Brief silence.
Is she gonna ask why I slept next to her...?
"Why were you so late yesterday?"
Oh, that...
"Cleanup took a while..."
"Was fucking bored."
Yeah, I was pretty late.
Kinda feel bad.
"Where you going?"
"Bathroom too."
"Alright..."
She yawns big, flopping back on the sofa.
I grab the door, and the dawn air stings my nose.
Bit chilly... feels like a *whoosh*. Dark, empty hallway's kinda creepy.
"Hnng..."
*Scurry.*
No one's around, so it's fine.
Wouldn't have dared in this outfit if it was crowded.
I shake off, wash my hands, rinse my mouth.
Clean up the bottles and leave...
Not like we drank together, but I didn't *not* drink either. What is this?
Inhaled a soju-beer diffuser...
"Haaah..."
Cold. Gotta change and go home.
Classes are late, so I can undo my hair, wash up, and come back. Annoying, but...
"Hoo..."
I pause, staring at the blue dawn through the hallway window.
Pretty.
*Clunk.*
Gotta clean up and go.
Back at the sofa, Park Ye-young's eyes are half-closed.
Wait, she's not sleeping again, is she? Whatever. Lock the door and clean the bottles...
"Joonhyung."
Huh?
Grabbing a bottle, I hear her low voice from the sofa.
"What?"
"Your sleep-talking's weird."
...Really?
I didn't... say anything about her chest, right? No way...
"R-Really? What... did I say?"
Cold sweat drips down my back.
Not a dream? I didn't actually grab her chest, right?
Her signature creepy, sly gaze shoots from the sofa.
"Juha's tits, Juha's tits, that kinda shit."
"..."
...Uh...
Should I be glad it wasn't *her* chest?
Or fucked 'cause it was Juha's?
"Maybe you heard wrong..."
"Heard it clear as day."
...Wanna die...
Did I mumble anything else? Fuck, that's my sleep-talking?
"You two up to something lately?"
"...W-What?"
Nothing's up!
Yesterday's fortune-telling pops into my head. She didn't hear that, right...?
"You were all secretive yesterday."
"..."
My back won't straighten... my hand grips the bottle tight.
W-What now? Smack her with it?
"She sent a KakaoTalk."
...
Thunder crashes down my spine.
Why's my phone with her...? Left it on the bed, but it's in her hand.
"What'd... it say?"
Not *that*, right?
My back slowly straightens.
I stand, still clutching the bottle.
"What'd it say...?"