The white turbidity liquid came out in a parabola without him noticing it.
SeungHee's eyes fluttered anxiously. The white back of his hand, the milky white bathroom floor, and YooHyun, the sonbai's white sneakers were visible one after another. He didn't want to believe that the fluorescent pink shoelaces were getting darkened by his own semen.
"...SeungHee, What are you doing?"
"Ah, that’s…"
SeungHee was sweating in a cold sweat because of the fingers that did not fall out of my body. Having tasted the climax, the inner wall tightened as if satisfied. An unwanted exclamation burst out of SeungHee's lips when he poked at the point where he was anxious to rub with his middle finger a while ago.
"Ahh, that, that’s not…"
Oh, I got fucked. It felt like I had to leave the college this time.
***
"I’m really fucked."
"Why is Yoon SeungHee like this?"
"Isn’t it because Jung YooHyun, the sonbai's CC exploded?"
"Oh, so is it?"
Because of the abundant repertoire, YoungWon and DanWoo immediately remembered the reason. Then SeungHee slammed the table with Tang!
"No, fuck it. 'Cause I'm fucked!"
"No? Or what?"
"I can’t say that. I'm leaving. Don't catch me."
"If you drop out, who will put his grades under mine now?"
SeungHee poured a full soju glass into his mouth and at the same time struck Ko YoungWon's neck with the blade of his hand. YoungWon was drinking water, and he squeaked and gulped.
Every time SeungHee announced he's leaving the school, the women YooHyun met changed. Then SeungHee behaved bluntly, saying that the trees that couldn't be climbed were only growing.
SeungHee beat his heart in a frustrated mood. Even though they were pounding with both hands like a gorilla, the grill with the meat on them was more serious to his friends. Is it wrong for me to believe that these people are friends and go out with them, or is the problem with those assholes who can't even empathize with their friend's sorrow? SeungHee was looking into the air with eyes that had lost his soul for a moment.
"In that case, confess to YooHyun, the sonbai."
"That's not allowed."
"Then give up."
"Neither can it."
If you have decided on the answer you want, it would be convenient to just give that answer like an AI speaker without a soul. However, because of Yoon SeungHee, who had no answer, the two decided to pay more attention to the meat on the grill. Their faces, with their mouths closed like clams, were shouting, 'Kill that asshole, don't you?'
"Wow, crazy. Just a second."
The cell phone lying on the table vibrated strongly. SeungHee, who was looking at the screen in annoyance, went out of the store. He accepted a call from [Sonbai Jung Yoohyun] who appeared on the vibrating cell phone without a break after hiding in a corner alley. He also covered the his ear where the phone wasn't on with my finger to avoid losing my voice. He waited for a voice to come from this side, but there was not even a small noise as if waiting like SeungHee.
"Hey, how are you?"
[whise are you.]
It was difficult to recognize his emotions just from his voice. SeungHee's neck was shortened because of the strong shoulder. 'Where is this place...' Without noticing, while reciting the name of the restaurant where he was drinking and the small alley next to it, he heard a sigh of YooHyun and sighed. This was not the answer YooHyun wanted.
"Hey, that, I, I, I’ll go. Where are you, sonbai?"
[Yeah, I'm on the way to getting organized now. Shall we meet in the middle?]
"Yeah, would it?"
[Then let's meet at the front door in 10 minutes.]
"Yes, yes?"
Front Door? School gate? middle? It took 15 minutes by taxi only to get to the school from here. However, YooHyun hung up the phone at will, and SeungHee frowned and looked at the phone.
"SeungHee, you are late."
"Sorry, I’m sorry."
YooHyun rubbed off the cigarette with his shoes and pulled SeungHee's wrist. SeungHee climbed up the school hill without even asking YooHyun where he was going.
Faculty and students recognizing Jung YooHyun looked at SeungHee who was right next to him as they greeted him. He heard people say, "Who is that?" as they passed by, and even though SeungHee didn't open his mouth, he received a gaze that didn't regard SeungHee well.
An unknown freshman who clings to the sonbai YooHyun, who is in charge of the department's students. Would it be reasonable to match? SeungHee was withdrawn without realizing it and bowed his head.
The place where YooHyun took SeungHee was the first bathroom they encountered. The restroom where ghosts had haunted around was on the left end of the 3rd floor of the old building. SeungHee believed only the word that ghosts would appear and used it as his own hideout. It was not the bachelor ghost who had his neck broken, but the sonbai YooHyun Jung, whom he had a crush on.
<You’re Yun SeungHee, right?>
<Ah, ah, sonbai, that’s…>
The highlight of last year's popular sneakers with bumpy soles was the fluorescent shoelaces. Fluorescent pink that he used to underline textbooks. shoelaces of that color. Semen of Yoon SeungHee that adorned it.
Thinking about it back then, he was still terrified.
"SeungHee, what do you think?"
"Oh, no, bro, this... I'm sorry."
"Sorry? take it off."
"……"