Fuuuck...
It's late as hell.
Almost 11 p.m. already. Afterparty got postponed 'cause everyone's wiped.
[Juha: (Address)]
Where the fuck is this?
I grab my shit and bolt out quick.
Looks like a bar... they still drinking?
"Hmm..."
Festival night's got the streets packed.
University district's crawling with people.
Bright lights are making me sweat buckets.
"Okay..."
This is the address...
Why's it look like a fucking pickup joint?
Hesitating, I step inside, and a voice hits me.
"Yo! Over here!"
Yoo In-ha.
Don't yell! Everyone's staring!
"Why you so late?"
"Told you I'd be late..."
They just get here?
Not their third spot, right?
Only one bottle on the table, but they look smashed.
"So... why here?"
First time in a place like this.
Open space, round tables everywhere.
Dim lights, sneaky glances all around...
Fuck, it's a dude fest! This right?
"Bored, so we came."
Bored?
You two got each other, why drag me here?
Never been somewhere like this—my body's tensing up.
This is for fucking social butterflies.
Open-ass bar, no partitions, no private space, just... exposed.
Made for scanning each other like hawks.
There's private rooms out there! Why this shithole?
"We just got here too. Good timing."
"Uh... yeah..."
Good timing, my ass...
I glance around—definitely a sausage fest.
This gender ratio legit? It's freaking intense.
"Ratio's great."
"For real."
...Great for chicks, maybe?
I'm sweating like a pig.
Barely any girl tables, and the stares are relentless.
Dang... what's with these eyes? Why they looking at my legs?
"3-on-3 would be fun as hell."
Yo!
I'm a dude! A dude! What 3-on-3? Wanna get me stabbed?
"I'm... I'm outta here."
"Sit."
Yoo In-ha's icy glare shuts me down.
She's drunk and unhinged. Her rough hands force me to sit.
These sluts are insane.
"Shut up and stay quiet. You look like a chick like this."
"W-What?"
I'm sweating through my fucking crotch.
The table behind us is staring like lasers.
My back's gonna get drilled through!
"You see that girl table?"
"Y-Yeah..."
"You're prettier, so don't bitch out."
You crazy fuck! It's not about being scared, I'll die if they find out!
If I hit on a cross-dressing dude, I'd smash a bottle on their head!
"F-Fuck..."
Not far off, I feel eyes locking on me.
Clear, hungry stares...
Guys chugging soju, looking ready to move.
Crazy bastards! I'm a dude! A dude! Stay away! Don't come!
"Hey."
Fuuuck!
They're here... just sat down and they're here...
The hottest guy from that table struts over, all confident.
Tension spikes around us.
Stop fucking sizing each other up, psychos!
"Yeah?"
"Wanna join our table? We'll cover."
Straight-to-the-point pickup line.
But why the fuck am I the one getting hit on?
My heart's shrinking.
They don't look bad, but Yoo In-ha's face sours.
"We just got here...
We'll let you know later."
"Huh? Oh... okay..."
Why... why'd she say no?
They weren't bad, right?
I mean, I'm glad, but...
"Why?"
Juha looks like she doesn't give a shit.
Just here 'cause Yoo In-ha dragged her?
I ask quietly, and Yoo In-ha scoffs.
"Lame-ass pickup line.
Trying to get an easy win."
...
Crazy bitch...
At a chick table, I'm hearing the wildest crap.
"Yo, why? Why's he coming?"
"Just got here, wanna talk a bit..."
"What the fuck?"
The other table's panicking.
... damn, we can hear everything.
One guy gets rejected, and the whole vibe tenses up.
What the hell?
That face got shot down? Harsh.
Some are like, "Fuck, dodged a bullet."
Others, "Almost didn't get a chance, fuck."
"F-Fuck..."
Feels like all eyes are on us now...
Can't breathe. I'm gonna die.
Wait, this pisses me off. Chicks just sit and pick like this?
Damn this shit!
"Yo, yo."
"Go hit on them."
"Fuck off, later."
"Pick a dude quick, or we're fucked."
I hear all their whispering...
Their stares and sleazy vibes hit me hard.
My hands are shaking. People enjoy this shit? These crazy bitches...
"Yo, Joonhyung's actually useful. This is fun as fuck."
Juha's cackling, propping her chin.
Fun for you! I'm dying here!
"Yo, another guy's moving."
...
This place is fucking brutal...
Every move is tracked.
The stares are suffocating.
How do people come here?
"He's going that way."
A decent-looking guy heads to another girl table.
All the dudes' eyes follow him.
What is this, a freaking salmon run? Every move gets watched.
"----."
"----. -----."
He's chatting them up.
Looks like it's going well.
"----. ---!"
Yup, it worked.
He waves, hyped, and his three buddies yell "Mya-ho!" and join the table.
...They're pumped. Watching this is kinda fun. Is this why people come?
"One table's gone."
"Yeah."
...Wait...
One less girl table...
The vibe's getting hungrier, more intense.
Not many girl tables left. Darn, more eyes on us...
"Go, fucker, go! Not many left!"
"You go now, you'll get shot down, dumbass."
"We're gonna lose them, go!"
I hear all the muttering...
Yoo In-ha sips her drink, grinning.
You came here for this shit?
"Yo, how long we staying?"
"Bored?"
"Kinda."
What... they leaving?
Juha yawns, looking tired.
She didn't seem that into it.
"Just a bit longer. We just got here."
"Fine."
Damned Yoo In-ha dragged us here.
Knew it...
"Gonna hit the bathroom."
"Cool."
Wait... bathroom? Both of them?
My brain freezes. If they both go... I'm...
"What about me?"
"What, you need the bathroom?"
"No, you leaving me here... alone?"
Yoo In-ha's grin turns evil.
"Then stay here.
Wanna follow us to the girls' bathroom? You're not a chick."
"N-No, but..."
"Then go to the guys' bathroom in that outfit."
F-Fuck...
Yoo In-ha leans in, whispering.
"Watch the table.
Your unnies will be back."
You evil bitch...!
---
...
...
Left alone at the table...
This could be a fucking art piece.
Cross-dressing dude in a pickup bar, stared at by a mob of eyes.
Could win an art prize... but that's not the point...
*Shake shake shake.*
Can't even hold my water, hands trembling.
The stares are worse now.
They think I'm an easy target? I feel the tables stirring.
Don't come... please don't... let's all just live our lives... save me...
"Hey."
FUUUCK!
The table that was stirring finally speaks.
They've been eyeing me forever...
Four friendly-looking guys stare at me. Hell... no...
"Wanna join us four? Ratio's off, but..."
Why you asking me, bastard...
I shake my head, trying to look sorry.
"S-Sorry..."
"Sorry..."
I mumble, keeping my voice low.
Why do I gotta disguise my voice? Yoo In-ha, you cursed bitch... come back...
"Hey."
Now the right table...
Save me... stop staring at my legs, damn...
"What about us..."
"S-Sorry... friends aren't back yet..."
"Okay..."
Sweat's pouring down my neck... hands are soaked...
I glance at the bathroom, shaking.
Why aren't they back? Come on!
...
Fuck!
They're done! Standing by the door!
Come back! You're done, right? Stop messing around!
*Hehe.*
*Hahaha.*
Hiding behind the door, giggling.
Save me! I'm sorry! I'll behave! I'll be the best errand boy! Please!
Don't take pictures, come back!
"Hey."
Stop with the "hey"...
A really hot guy sits down.
Why... that's Juha's seat...
"Just one drink."
...Fuuuck...
My body curls up as he holds out a soju glass.
Can't say no... I shake and pour.
*Gulp.*
Don't chug it, fucker...
I'm crying blood. If they find out, I'm dead... they'll gouge my eyes out...
I didn't choose this, please understand...
"Tell your friends we're from that table later."
"Y-Yeah..."
At least he's kinda chill...
I grab my phone fast.
[ImSorry]
[ImSoSorry]
[PleaseComeBackIllDoBetter]
[Juha: Gonna listen from now on?]
[Yoo In-ha: Gonna come running when we call?]
[IllDoGoodIPromisePlease]
[Juha: Doesn't sound desperate enough.]
[Yoo In-ha: Where's the sincerity?]
[IllServeYouForeverIPromiseNoMoreBacktalk]
[Juha: Lol.]
[Yoo In-ha: Lmao.]
You fucking demons...!
Okay... I'll get revenge... I swear!