Hah… hah… I almost fucking died…
A pro driver, my ass! A *goddamn* pro, she said!
"Phew."
Yoo In-ha was panting like she'd aged ten years, muttering "phew" every other second.
I clung to the seatbelt the whole ride. "Why's it doing that?" she said, like, a thousand times. "Is this the right way?" maybe five hundred more. We only survived 'cause other drivers swerved out of her way. *Pfft.*
"We made it… somehow," I muttered.
"…"
She's gonna crash that thing hard one day. Next time I see her, it might be in a hospital.
How the fuck did she even get a license? She's nowhere near that level!
Gotta use that wish before she kills us both…
"Get out, dumbass," In-ha said, smirking as she unbuckled.
My hands were sweaty as hell.
I started to get out, but she froze. "Huh? What's that smell?"
Suddenly, she's sniffing like a damn bloodhound.
She caught a whiff of something and went full-on *sniff sniff sniff*.
"Fuck… is that Juha's smell?"
!!!
My body turned to ice.
Wait, shit, I'm still wearing yesterday's clothes. Did her scent rub off on me?
Emergency escape!
"Where you going, you crazy fuck?" In-ha's eyes bulged as she grabbed my neck.
*Gack!*
*Sniff. Sniff sniff.*
She practically glued herself to me, sniffing my body like a creep.
Then her jaw dropped. "That's… Juha's shampoo smell, isn't it?"
Fuck… *gasp.*
Now that I think about it… I used her shampoo when I showered…
*Sniff sniff sniff.* In-ha shoved her nose into my neck. Argh! What the hell?!
"Juha's… body wash smell?"
I turned my head away.
I know nothing…
She grabbed my chin, yanking it back. *Ow!* My neck bones!
"You little shit… were you at Juha's place yesterday?"
"…"
Lips sealed.
I'm so fucked…
"Your 'plans' were banging Juha at her place? You *fucking* pervert!"
In-ha recoiled like I was radioactive, brushing her hands off like she'd touched something filthy.
Hey, it's not like I groped *you*, asshole!
"N-No, it's not like that…"
"Not like that, my ass! You reek of Juha, you fuck!"
Goddamn it, Juha, you crazy bitch!
In-ha started to storm off but froze again.
Her face turned demonic, like a hellhound. "Wait a fucking minute. You ignored my call to fuck her? Now I'm *pissed*."
She growled, glaring daggers.
Fuck, I can't even argue.
"I-It was a situation, I couldn't—"
"Bullshit! Give me my 70,000 won back, you fuck! Ditching me to screw her? Die! Fucking *die*!"
It wasn't about screwing, Juha was in a shitty mood, okay?!
I tried to bolt, but she lunged, practically biting my neck.
*Argh, fuck!* My neck…!
*
"Ugh… I think my neck's bleeding…"
"It's not, dumbass," In-ha snapped, setting down the tray.
Americano for her, strawberry smoothie for me. Hell yeah, looks tasty. *Hehe.*
"Ugh, a fucking strawberry smoothie," she groaned. "This is why people call you a nerd."
"…?"
What's wrong with a smoothie…?
She squinted, shaking her head. "Why bother explaining, fuck."
"What… what's wrong?"
Is a smoothie too much? Does it make me look gay or something? Should I order an iced tea next time?
"You're thinking 'Should I get an iced tea next time?' aren't you, fucker?"
"…"
What is she, a mind reader?
Did she level up some nerd-thought-reading skill?
"Ugh, fuck… ugh," she groaned.
Tell me what's wrong, damn it!
I glanced at my phone, typing furiously. *Is drinking a smoothie at a cafe gay?*
Nothing like that online.
In-ha caught me scrolling and smirked. "What're you looking at?"
"Uh, nothing…"
"You're searching 'Is it bad to drink a smoothie?' or some shit, aren't you?"
"…"
Did she *actually* learn a skill?
She cackled, leaning back on the sofa, giving me that *"This fucking nerd, I give up"* look.
"Just order coffee when you're with people, dumbass. Don't pull some latte-ordering bullshit either."
"I don't even like Americano… it's bitter…"
"Just fucking drink it! You gonna die? Swallow it, asshole!"
Why's she losing her shit over this?
I pouted, turning away. My smoothie's delicious, fuck you.
In-ha turned away too, sipping her coffee. "Tastes like shit," she muttered, but still gave me grief.
There's gotta be a reason she's on my case. Not like I need to chug Americano with the boys, but maybe with girls? I'll look it up later…
"Hmm."
The cafe we drove to had a killer view. Third floor, on a slope, with a wide-open vista. Cool breeze, refreshing as hell. Didn't know places like this existed.
"Nice view, huh?" In-ha said.
"Yeah, it's cool…"
"Would you ever come here without me, loser?"
…
She's not wrong. I don't hit up cafes, don't have a car, don't have friends to drag along… *pfft.*
"Yo, what's the plan for the group date?" she asked.
"Group date?"
Right, forgot about that.
I was gonna bring it up. We've got two guys lined up, just need to set a date.
"We've got our side ready. Just need your side," she said.
"I've got my people too. Just pick a day. Group chat?"
She thought for a sec. "Nah, no group chat. Too much chatter's messy. I'm thinking Friday night. Check if that works."
"Got it."
"Ask *now*, dumbass."
"…"
I could smack her… ugh, whatever.
She's always like this.
Can't exactly use my wish to make her get spanked every time she mouths off.
I messaged Kim Myung-jun right away. Gotta make a group chat for the three guys, share some deets.
"Sent it."
"Got pics? Show me the two guys."
I showed Myung-jun before, I think.
Since I made the group chat, I pulled up the new guy's profile. Got a face pic. Of course, the cool, popular dudes always have one.
"Here's the new guy."
"Let's see," In-ha said, grabbing my phone, humming excitedly.
She's flipping through the pics like a kid in a candy store, eyes sparkling.
"Hmm, not bad. How'd a nerd like you pull this off? Where's Myung-jun?"
"In the group chat."
Her face lit up like she was planning her wedding to him.
She's already giggling like a maniac.
"Myung-jun's the best. I'm calling dibs."
"…"
Ask Myung-jun first, damn.
She handed my phone back, grinning. "Check out the girls. I picked 'em with you in mind."
"Huh…"
Not profiles, but pics. The first girl looks quiet, kinda shy. Even in the photo, she seems nervous, like she's avoiding eye contact.
…Did she pick someone like *me*?
"Not bad, right? I didn't go for stunners 'cause you'd fumble. Took some effort to find these," she said, smirking.
"Uh… t-thanks."
Not sure if I should be grateful…
She's kinda my type, though. Simple, pretty vibe…
Like she's saying, "Go get it, fellow nerd." Fuck, that stings a bit.
"Here's the second one."
She looks sporty, maybe an athlete? Those thighs… damn. But compared to In-ha, they're not as hot.
She picked them like this on purpose, didn't she? Sneaky bitch…
But they're both solid. Above average, for sure. Myung-jun and the other guy should be happy. No duds here.
Except… maybe I'm the dud.
"Fun, right? Gonna be a blast," In-ha said, grinning.
Yeah, it'll be fun…
But I'm freaking out. What if I fuck it up? Ruin the vibe? Should I just shut up? But what if they give me shit for being too quiet? *Gasp…*
"Hmm."
In-ha squinted at me, humming. "…What now?"
She sighed, staring. "Your clothes. Same shit from last time."
"Uh… yeah."
I bought some new stuff, but I keep wearing the ones we got together…
"You're making money, buy some fucking clothes," she groaned.
"I'll… buy some."
"Don't go alone. Take a friend who dresses well."
…Like I have friends like that?
She sighed again, scanning me up and down. Her gaze made me freeze.
"Fuck, your hair too. Clear your schedule tomorrow."
"T-Tomorrow?"
I've got soccer practice and cross-dressing tomorrow. Plus, the seniors said not to touch my hair. They need it for the wig or whatever.
"Tomorrow's soccer, and the seniors said not to mess with my hair."
"Your hair? Why? They ban you from haircuts?"
Not exactly a ban…
The nursing department's got some unspoken rules, I heard. Can't say it's for cross-dressing, though!
"Just… some stuff."
"Bullshit," she scoffed, sitting next to me.
Then she started messing with my hair, kneading it like dough.
"Maybe a curling iron could work?"
She licked her lips, plotting something. Guess I'll ask the seniors.
Gotta check if I can trim it a bit.
"I'll ask them."
"Do it. Or change *something*. No time, dumbass. Can't have a fucking dud ruin the group date."
"R-Right…"
"Dud" stings like hell…
Now I'm nervous. Maybe switch to contacts or new glasses. The lenses didn't work great last time I tried cross-dressing… maybe practice at home.
"We'll do the group date before the cherry blossoms fall," In-ha said, kicking me lightly with a grin.
"Thanks, right? You get to go on a group date."
"Yeah…"
True. Never thought I'd be on one. Figured I'd just be a loner till graduation.
Not expecting much, just happy for the experience.
"Yo, what're you using your wish for?" she asked, looking uneasy.
Oh, she's actually honoring it? Wild.
A wish… hmm.
Haven't thought about it. Just got it.
"Dunno yet."
"Don't say some weird shit, or you're dead."
Weird shit?
Like I'd say that. She wouldn't grant it anyway.
*Hmph.* What to wish for?
Never had one before, no clue what to pick.
What did the delinquents wish for? They'd just demand bread runs or some shit, I don't even remember…
"Ugh, I need to make money too. Gas and insurance ain't cheap…"
Then get a job. Or don't drive. Why's she telling me?
She glanced at me, smirking. "Should I start an OnlyFans?"
…What?
I blinked, jaw dropping. She used to gag just looking at me, and now… what?
I can't even picture it. In-ha… on OnlyFans? Like… porn?
I glanced at her. Our eyes met. Her expression was intense. Why's she acting like this?
Wait.
Feels like I fell for a trap…
As expected, her face turned feral. *Eek!*
"You fucking pervert! You pictured it, didn't you?!"
"N-No! I didn't!"
"You did, you fuck! I saw it! You sick bastard!"
She lunged, going for my throat.
*Argh!* My neck! My neck!
"I knew you'd think some nasty shit, you fucker! Die! Die! Fucking *die*! You think I'd do that with you?!"
"I didn't! I swear I didn't!"
"Liar! Your eyes went all melo, you asshole! Die!"
I didn't! I fucking didn't!
This is bullshit!!!
I tried to run, but it was no use.
That day, my neck ended up covered in bite marks…