*Ughhh, fuck...*
My stomach's fucking killing me...
Every time I hang with Juha and Yoo In-ha, my gut feels like it's gonna freaking explode.
At least the only thing that happened last night was getting shitfaced... maybe?
I passed out cold, so I don't know for sure, but we all woke up fine, so... probably no crazy shit went down.
*Snore...*
My drinking limit's up to two bottles now, I think.
One bottle? I can handle that shit. Two? My stomach's screaming "abort mission."
Back in the day, one bottle had me gagging and stumbling like a drunk idiot.
So, yeah, I've leveled up, but still...
No way I'm outdrinking Juha or Yoo In-ha, those damn lushes.
They've been chugging since high school—how the fuck do I compete with that?
*Ughhh...*
Tomorrow's the damn festival.
Gotta finish all the prep by afternoon, then we're slinging drinks at the pub by evening.
My hands are already shaking like a bitch just thinking about it.
After classes today, I'm off to set up the festival shit.
Gotta swing by the professor's office too, ask about exam grades.
Darn, today's stacked with bullshit.
My stomach's burning like hell...
Even my phone buzzing feels like a fucking jackhammer.
What's with this nonstop vibration shit?
[Yoo In-ha: Yo, Joonhyung, you fucker!]
[Yoo In-ha: You told me to talk to my parents, you asshole!]
[Yoo In-ha: Got my ass beat and kicked out, you prick!]
[Yoo In-ha: They took all my allowance too!]
[Yoo In-ha: Fuck you, Joonhyung, I'm so fucking pissed!]
...
What... when the hell did she go see them?
Like, today? Already?
Couldn't she have fucking prepared for that talk?
[Yoo In-ha: What the hell do I do now?! 😭]
How the hell did she phrase it to get kicked out?
Shouldn't parents get all serious and worried about this kinda shit?
What the fuck kinda trouble has she been in before?
No wonder they flipped and threw her ass out the second she opened her mouth...
*Ugh...*
Didn't see that coming.
Eighty million won ain't pocket change, though.
Even a loaded family would shit their pants at that number.
[Maybe they're just pissed off today from the shock... They might call you tomorrow.]
[Yoo In-ha: Fuck that, you dumbass!]
...She's lost her fucking mind.
I turned off my phone screen. Can't handle looking at that shitshow.
Guess they were so pissed they blew up today.
Maybe they'll cool off and think about solutions?
This ain't her first fuck-up—probably why they lost it instantly.
But if her parents can't handle eighty million either...
Yoo In-ha might actually have to work that debt off with her body.
It's not like she needs the full amount right now, so there's some time.
From what I heard, it's about a million a month for seven years.
Considering it was an accident, she's a crime victim, and a student, they gave her a decent repayment timeline.
One guy's pushing her to pay now, but the other's cool with taking it slow.
Sounds like she could manage it with a part-time job while in school.
*Ouch...*
My head's pounding.
Gotta wait and see how this plays out...
No word from the cops yet, and the insurance shit ain't finalized either.
What a fucking headache of a chick. Should've been more careful, dumbass.
*Hmm...*
But what if her parents are so pissed they cut off her living expenses too?
Didn't even think about that shit.
Damn, I'm out of my depth...
---
*Goddamn, what a shitshow.*
Finished classes, now I'm knee-deep in pub setup.
Seniors and other guys are handling the tent.
Girls are out buying food ingredients.
I'm stuck grabbing extra tools and random supplies.
"Think I got everything..."
Got a bit of time to kill.
Since I'm out, I hit up a gift shop and a prop store.
Uncle's birthday's coming up... anything worth grabbing?
Maybe just cash is the way to go.
While I'm mulling it over, a bunch of pillows catch my eye.
Stuffed animal pillow covers, fancy-ass functional ones.
...Reminds me of Juha.
Didn't she bitch about her pillow being uncomfortable or some shit?
"Welcome! Looking for something specific?"
"Uh... just checking out pillows..."
"What kind you after?"
*Fuck...*
Don't talk to me, I'm freaking out...
Of course, the clerk's around my age. Awkward as shit.
"My friend said her neck's been hurting...
Said her pillow's too high or something."
"Oh, we've got small ones and medium-height pillows.
Is your friend a girl or a guy?"
"Girl."
"Cool, a girl."
The clerk grunted, pulling a pillow from a high shelf.
Cervical pillow? The fuck's that?
"These are super popular cervical pillows.
Made for women, and they're selling like crazy.
I use one—super comfy!"
"Really...?"
Doesn't look that comfy...
But she says she uses it, so...
"If you buy this, I'll throw in an extra pillow cover.
It's legit comfy. I'm using it right now."
"Cool, I guess..."
Not fully sold, but whatever she says...
I checked out a couple more pillows she didn't push.
One medium-height, one super low.
"What're these?"
"Those are functional pillows.
Some are hug pillows, others are cooling ones for snuggling.
These hug pillows are awesome—you can bend 'em with memory foam.
Great for sleeping or cuddling. My friend swears by 'em!"
...She's tried everything, huh?
They do look kinda cozy, though.
Everyone's different, I guess.
After some thought, I grabbed a functional hug pillow.
Might be nice to have one for cuddling, right?
"I'll take these."
"Got it!"
Unexpected expense, but...
Juha's been a pain in my ass, so maybe it's fair.
...Or am I the one getting played? Shit's blurry now.
"Over 50,000 won, so we can do delivery. Want it?"
"Yeah, please."
"Write the address here!"
*Scribble scribble...*
Somehow, I've memorized her address.
I handed it over, licking my lips.
"Buying a lot—must be for your girlfriend?"
"Nah... not my girlfriend."
"Oh, haha."
Awkward silence hung in the air.
Can't exactly say she's my delinquent handler...
Girl friend? Nah, that's not right either.
Hard to explain this shit. Just a friend, maybe?
"Thanks! We'll ship it all together later!"
"Thanks..."
Got something for Uncle's birthday, got Juha's pillow.
Might've overdone it, but she'll toss what she doesn't want, right?
I stepped out of the shop, glancing at the sky.
Sun's setting...
*Hmm...*
They were talking about a staycation or some shit.
But she blew all her cash on family drama...
Bet she's bummed she can't go. Saw hotel vouchers online.
Cash is king, but...
Giving cash feels like I'm paying tribute to a fucking mob boss.
I scrolled through hotel vouchers on my phone, lost in thought.
Hotel stays... pricey as fuck.
Whatever, I don't spend much. Might throw the rest into stocks or crypto.
---
'Fuck, I'm beat '
"Let's take a fucking break."
"Yesss!"
This is intense.
Way more work than I thought.
Tent's up, but setting up tables and chairs was a goddamn marathon.
They were stuffed in some rooftop warehouse—hauling them was a nightmare.
In the corner, some idiots are cooking, but why's it smell like burning shit?
[Juha: Yo, what's this?]
Huh? Juha?
Pillow got there already? No way.
I opened my phone—a new group chat.
Yoo In-ha, Juha, me.
...Weird-ass combo. OnlyFans group or some shit? Nah...
[Juha: (Photo)]
What the fuck?
A photo loaded with English text.
Looks like a message from an OnlyFans viewer.
[Hello. I am your fan. I'm enjoying your video.
I would like to make nothing more than a suggestion to you. If you turn on a dedicated live broadcast, I will give you a larger donation than this. Even if you don't, if you add the actions listed below to the video, I would like to give you a bigger reward. If you reply, I will let you know in more detail. Thanks. I'm a really fan.]
[Juha: Some foreigner sent a fucking novel in English.]
Uh, well... my English ain't great.
Maybe run it through Google Translate?
I'll check it later. Too wiped out now...
[I'll run it through a translator in a bit.]
[Juha: Cool.]
---
[Juha: Yo, you guys at the festival tomorrow? Who's coming?]
[First day's just some rappers, I heard.]
[Juha: Oh, yeah?]
What the fuck?
She's not coming, right? No way! I can't deal!
[Juha: Joonhyung, what you doing tomorrow? Free, right?]
[I... I'm probably busy as fuck.]
[Juha: Busy with what?]
Emergency! Fucking emergency!
I grabbed my cheeks, sweating like a pig. What the fuck do I do?
[Juha: What you doing that's so fucking busy?]
[Yoo In-ha: He's working the pub, right?]
...I'm fucked.
Sweat's dripping down my back like a goddamn river.
[Juha: Guess you'll help sell. Where's it at?]
[Yoo In-ha: In front of the engineering building, duh. I'll pick you up.]
[Juha: Bet.]
No... fuck no!
I'm in drag or some shit, I can't go!
[I'm stuck cooking in the back, I really can't make it. Got a ton of shit to do tomorrow!]
[Juha: Just show your face for a sec. Who's stopping you?]
No, for real, I can't! I'm begging you!
[Yoo In-ha: Offering to hang out, and you're still bitching?]
That's not it, damn it!
Don't fucking come!
"Joonhyung, what's wrong?"
"...Nothing..."
I can't do this... fuck!