episode_0122

Today’s plans!

…Not that there’s anything grand about them.

Watching a movie with Woojin.

Having dinner with Woojin.

And, well… with Woojin…

…

H-hanging out.

The end.

B-besides, didn’t I already say over text that anywhere was fine?

It’s just that, in case Woojin hadn’t prepared anything, I thought I’d come up with something half-baked just to fill the gap.

…Though I never expected things to actually follow the vague outline I’d sketched out.

Ugh…

What now?

Anyway, here we are, somehow at the theater.

Movie dates… Does he think they’re too old-fashioned?

Ugh… Since this is my first relationship too, I don’t really know what to do.

If I try to act experienced and take the lead, the awkward gaps in the details will give me away.

But if I leave everything to Woojin and take a back seat, I’ll just end up being treated like a little sister again—patted on the head endlessly. No thanks.

If I want to be treated like a true noona from now on, I need to take firm hold of Woojin’s leash starting now… Hmm.

Oh, wait. What if someone we know sees us at the theater…

“Is this your first time? Kinda fun, huh?”

“Wh-what is?!”

At the theater concession stand.

Lost in thought, I answered a bit too loudly when Seo Woojin, standing right beside me, murmured something casually.

“Hmm… Getting one combo set between the two of us? And the amount of popcorn?”

“What’s wrong with the popcorn?”

“It’s just way more than I expected.”

“L-large sizes are usually around this much, right…?”

“Are they?”

I replied while calming my pounding heart, and Woojin tilted his head curiously, genuinely unaware, as he inspected the popcorn tub.

Surely this isn’t his first time eating popcorn…

…Oh, wait. Maybe by first time, he meant coming to a movie theater?

But still, hasn’t he ever gone to watch a movie with friends at least once in his life?

Now that I think about it… his friends… Have I ever met even one?

Even if it’s rude, I couldn’t help imagining Woojin’s past, when—

After popping a warm piece of caramel popcorn into his mouth, he smirked and continued.

“Had no idea the popcorn would be this much. What do we do about dinner?”

“Dinner?”

“Yeah. Seeing this much, maybe we should just watch the movie and call it a day…”

“Sh-should we ask to change the size? Even now?”

“…No need to go that far. If we feel full, we can just stop eating.”

Woojin was still grinning, as if something I said amused him.

I wanted to ask why he was laughing, or why he even brought up dinner if we could just stop eating, but I held back.

The reason?

I think I get it now.

It must’ve been cute seeing me scramble to spend more time with him.

Because you like cute things.

Me? I’d rather hear something like Noona, you’re so cool when you do that.

But acting like a little sister and being called cute… doesn’t sit right with me.

Still, I could adjust a little since that’s your type.

But I am your noona.

One year older.

So, like…

…I-if it’s in bed, I can totally play along with your tastes!

But in exchange, treat me properly as your noona the rest of the time.

Give and take. Got it?

You idiot. Acting like you only wanna take and take…

Ugh…

How do I get Woojin to see me as a proper noona?

Maybe book a horror movie and grip his hand tight whenever he gets startled?

…But I can’t handle horror movies either.

Now what?

Hmm…

“Ah, noona, do you like Coke?”

“I mean… I do? Why?”

“You were ordering so enthusiastically earlier, I didn’t get a chance to say—I don’t really like Coke.”

“I-I wasn’t that enthusiastic…”

“I took a sip earlier—still not for me. Want mine?”

“…Okay.”

That rebuttal was completely ignored, wasn’t it…?

Still pouting, I reached out, and the cold Coke in Woojin’s hand was passed to me.

“……”

…Isn’t this an indirect kiss?

Wait, no—what’s an indirect kiss when we’ve already kissed plenty?

Besides, we’re not elementary or middle schoolers. I’m 21—why am I overthinking this?

I peeked at Woojin, but he seemed unfazed, casually picking at popcorn as he mentioned things like The movie’s starting soon or Should we use the bathroom before?

Not like we’re just flirting—he wouldn’t react to something like this. If anything, I’m the weird one here. Right.

“……”

Still… wouldn’t it be better if I took a sip from my own straw?

Shoving that thought deep down, I drank from the Coke he handed me as casually as possible.

…Though it felt like my cheeks and ears burned hotter with every cool, refreshing gulp.

But it’s fine.

I was confidently leading the way earlier, but now—

—I stuck close behind Woojin as we entered the theater.

No way he could see how flushed I was.

“……”

Sure, nearby strangers might’ve glanced and noticed, but—

It’s fine.

They’re all strangers anyway.

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Booking a ticket to follow them into the theater…

That’s where I drew the line.

Way too stalker-ish.

I’m just watching from a distance—worried Woojin might mess up with Noona, that they might drift apart.

That’s all.

“……”

Blending into the crowd, tailing them discreetly…

Until we reached the theater.

And that’s when I saw something—something small yet damning.

Woojin handed Noona the Coke he’d been drinking.

And she drank it.

I say even because—it’s Noona’s fault.

Had she just sipped it normally, I wouldn’t have cared.

But she turned red and slurped it down…!

Like some pubescent boy lusting after his crush’s recorder in a gross urban legend…

Ugh…

…Noona, were you always this perverted?

I know I’m in no place to judge, but that’s too much.

Back when I caught her browser history, it was just regular porn—nothing freakish, just a bit rough on the girl.

But this?

No. Whatever.

I didn’t follow just to judge Noona’s kinks.

Like I don’t have secrets of my own.

After seeing them enter the theater, I headed home instead of buying a nearby ticket to keep watching.

No point lingering.

Besides, Noona looked happy.

From hesitantly calling Woojin oppa on the street…

…to secretly enjoying an indirect kiss behind his back.

Not like I’m some love expert—with one less relationship than her.

Giving Woojin advice won’t help.

“……”

So instead…

Just like last time with Woojin…

I’ll go—not to my room—but hers.

Wear—not my clothes—but hers.

Tie my hair like hers…

…bury my face and lie facedown…

Remembering how Woojin practiced sex with me—raw, relentless—

And just masturbate.

Wonder what Noona and Woojin are doing right now.

Imagining it—

Hnngh…

The movie must be ending soon.

What happened between them?

Obvious.

Their hands brushed reaching for popcorn.

Held hands in the dark.

If the movie was boring… maybe she nodded off, slumped on his shoulder.

She’s a shy pervert—nothing beyond that.

Or… maybe they kissed.

Like in that recording.

Not some boring first kiss—

They played music to mask the sound,

Tongues entwined, wet and slick,

Noona gasping weakly—

Woojin suffocating her in kiss after kiss—

Swallowing his spit obediently—

Till the song ended.

Heard it all before.

They’re probably hidden in the dark theater—

No, some shadowy alley outside.

Both freaks like that.

Hah… Ngh…

…Practicing sex with me, not her.

Only a pervert would do that.

And him—

Just jealous I was gaming with some guy—

He forced me into a Discord call—

Told me to moan loud enough…

Then pounded me like an animal as I lay over the desk—

To let him hear.

Said if I refused,

He’d make sure he heard the lewd slap slap slap of hips against my ass…

Fucking freak… Really…

“… ……”

Burying my face in Noona’s pillow, grinding my clit—

Just before cumming, I stopped, grabbed her clothes from the laundry,

Spread them like a towel—

And came all over them.

…Lots of NTR stuff like this.

Covering their lingering scent with mine.

Then acting clueless later.

Men,

Women,

Guess we all enjoy the same nasty fantasies.

Haa… Ha…

Washed away once laundry’s done—just a fleeting thrill.

But maybe…

Woojin might catch my scent on her clothes.

Ask what she did to them.

Heh…

If I admitted I masturbated onto them—how’d he react?

Call me a psycho in disbelief?

Or—

Get hard calling me a psycho?

Kinda curious now… Hah…

Haa……

Just then—

My stomach growled.

Staggering off the bed, I boiled water for ramen.

Noona’s probably having dinner with Woojin.

Thought about bombarding her with When are you coming home? texts—

But held back.

She deserves to have fun too.

I can’t hog all the fun.

…When Noona’s happy,

I’m happy too.

Minutes later—

Popping the half-boiled egg over firm noodles

“……”

Brrring—

Brrring—

A call.

From Seo Woojin.