I wanna bolt so bad.
Standing in front of the bathroom, I hesitate.
Now's my only chance to run…
'Ugh…'
But Ye-young's glare flashes in my mind.
Those dead-fish eyes, like they'd kill me.
Might crush my balls if we meet again…
"Fuck…"
She wouldn't stay all day, right?
I stop by a convenience store on the way back.
"Raincoat… blanket…"
Some snacks too.
If we're at the playground all day, we'll catch a cold.
I'm in long pants, but Ye-young's in shorts.
Though, she'd probably only go inside if it's freezing…
*Drip drip drip.*
Raining harder than before.
Holding the bag, I glance at the playground.
Can't see well. Did she leave?
*Billow billow.*
…Nope.
Smoke's curling up from the second level of the structure.
Guess I'm the idiot for hoping.
"Elegant Prada~"
What's she singing?
I shake off the umbrella, looking up at the second level.
Ye-young pauses at the sound. Probably thought I was someone else and got spooked.
"Joonhyung?"
"Y-Yeah."
It's me.
Thought I was another guy and got nervous? Heh, kinda cute.
"Fuck."
Why's she pissed?
I nervously climb up with the bag.
"Why're you back?"
"… …"
Why? Was I *supposed* to ditch? Fuck!
"What'd you buy all that for?"
"Blanket, raincoat, some snacks…"
"Oh."
Ye-young grabs the blanket, wrapping herself.
Wait, this money could've gotten us a motel with a bit more…
"Dude."
Ye-young, in a better mood, pats the spot next to her loudly.
If she's sleeping, do I go down?
It's kinda cramped…
"Ugh."
Ye-young spreads the raincoat on the floor, lies down, and plays music again.
*Elegant Prada, elegant Chanel, sleek Margiela, I'm into you~*
What's this song? Pure delinquent vibes, fuck.
"What're you doing? Lie down."
It's cramped…
I bought the blanket to cover up and the raincoat to wear!
Whatever… I spread my raincoat, lie down, and drape the blanket over.
Oh. Kinda cozy now.
"Always uhh, drag, uhh, pull, uhh~"
What's she saying, fuck.
I stare at the structure's ceiling.
Runaway delinquent vibes after so long… still weird as hell.
*Rustle.*
Ye-young fidgets her legs.
Must be cold in shorts, huh?
I hesitate, then drape my blanket over her legs. She'd probably leave if I didn't…
*Glance.*
Ye-young side-eyes me.
*Lee Joonhyung, acting all manly, huh?* I can hear it…
"My hands are cold too."
…
Then stick 'em in your stomach! How am I supposed to fix your cold fingers?
"Your spot looks warm."
Her eyes drift downward.
Why my dick?
"Y-You've got your own!"
"Wanna die?"
But you do!
Why're you eyeing mine?!
"Ugh."
Ye-young laughs, sticking her hands in her stomach.
I rest my hands on mine, listening to the music.
Delinquent runaway playlist… all hip-hop, what the hell.
"Yo, get closer. It's cold."
She's not *actually* sleeping here, right?
I'll wake up sick.
Ye-young pulls me close, snuggling up.
Kinda warm.
"Mmm…"
She smacks her lips, sounding like she's falling asleep.
Quiet, just the patter of rain on the roof and faint music.
I breathe lightly, conscious of it.
'… …'
Asleep?
I glance over—Ye-young's slumped, out cold.
Not dead, right?
*Rustle rustle.*
She's breathing.
Fuck.
She's really sleeping here.
Can't understand these crazy delinquent runaway vibes…
'Feels like I got a KakaoTalk.'
Bet In-ha messaged me.
*Where's Joonhyung?*
*Not replying?*
*Ignoring me?*
*Dead?*
*Calling the cops.*
Something like that.
Never stayed out without saying, so probably a message waiting.
Or maybe they don't care.
I dim my phone and check KakaoTalk.
[In-ha: What's for dinner lol]
[In-ha: Craving pizza today lol]
[In-ha: You coming?]
[In-ha: 😣]
…
Fucker, I'm not your pizza shuttle!
What do I reply?
[At a friend's, might be late…]
I glance at Ye-young.
She's deep asleep, snoring lightly.
I send the reply quick and put the phone down.
Was wide awake earlier, but my eyelids are heavy. Maybe the alcohol.
"Mmm…"
Cold, fuck.
It's fine to sleep, right?
We won't end up as "Two runaway teens found dead at playground" in the news, right?
"Ugh."
If I'm cold, she's colder, probably.
I close my eyes, wrapping my arms around myself.
'Wait…'
I won't, like, rub up on Ye-young in my sleep, right?
Got this weird habit now, so I'm worried…
Not freezing to death, but Ye-young strangling me might kill me…
---
*Chirp chirp.*
Warm.
Well, mostly cold, but one spot's warm.
"Ugh… ugh…"
Can't open my eyes, fuck.
I'm not frozen dead, am I?
"Ughhh…"
I force my eyes open—they pop wide.
Right after sunrise. Fresh, crisp sunlight hits my face.
"I-I'm alive!"
Survived, fuck!
But why can't I move?
My frozen body creaks as I barely shift.
*Rub rub.*
What the fuck.
Why's her hand in my underwear?
"A-Achoo!"
Fuck, I'm frozen!
"Where's my raincoat?"
Panicking, I look—Ye-young's wearing both layers.
This fucker!
"H-Hachoo!"
You took the blanket *and* the raincoat?
Ungrateful—
"Mmm…"
Ye-young half-opens one eye, lifting her head.
Looking all refreshed…
"M-My raincoat…"
Can't talk, lips are frozen, fuck.
"What're you saying, fucker?"
"M-My b-body's f-frozen…"
Tears stream as Ye-young yawns, slinging a leg over me.
So warm, fuck. She kept herself perfectly cozy…
"Mmph…"
"Was so cold at dawn, so I took it."
Then wake me so we can go inside, fucker…
"Slept great."
She tosses the blankets back.
Two blankets reeking of her.
What's the point now, fuck…
"Yawn."
Ye-young shivers, rubbing her fingers.
My barely-alive dick twitches faintly. *Boop.*
"What's this?"
Why you asking me when *you* put your hand there?
She glares, lifting her head.
I didn't do it, I swear!
"Smells, fuck."
Don't shove it in my face, fuck…
Ye-young yawns, standing up.
Looking majestic, gazing over the playground.
Glossy as hell, must've slept like a king…
She looks down at me, refreshed.
"Yo, I'm hungry. Breakfast?"
"M-My b-body…"
Can't move, fuck…
"What're you saying? Get up."
"Mmph!"
Don't step on my dick…
---
"So good."
She looks happy.
No wonder—bundled up, slept like a baby, now eating heartily…
"Ugh…"
I'm warming up, at least.
Almost froze to death.
Freezing in summer? Ridiculous.
"Yo, how's this one?"
"Mmm…"
Why's she showing me girls' pics since earlier?
And they all look… like her crowd.
"They look kinda scary."
"Same age, what's scary, dumbass?"
Not just looks.
They don't seem like my type.
They'd sigh just seeing my face.
"What about this one? One year younger."
"Uh… mmm…"
Younger?
Looks two years older.
Like she'd talk down and throw an arm around me right away…
"So fucking picky."
Why so mad?
You finding me a girlfriend or some crazy chick to take my virginity?
I wanna handle it myself…
"No clue if any like losers."
"I'll figure it out…"
"Figure what out?"
My virginity's long gone, why do you care?
Is she doing this 'cause she's grateful for last night?
Bad thought—maybe she could just do it herself? No, can't think that.
"Whatever, I'll send out pics, someone'll reply."
"What?!"
Why my pics, fuck?!
"Engineering freshman. Good at soccer. Likes cross-dressing. Big dick."
Can you skip the last two…
"Hah."
Bored, Ye-young leans back.
"Gotta go to work."
"Saving for what?"
"Tuition."
No scholarship this time?
Nursing's competitive, probably tough to get one.
"I'll pay."
Ye-young pays, standing outside, stretching.
She lights a cigarette, shielding her eyes from the bright sun.
"Crazy weather."
"Sun's crazy, yeah."
Sunlight after sleeping rough…
Kinda refreshing.
"I'm off."
"Pool job?"
"Yeah."
Ye-young dusts her butt, strolling off.
I squat, watching her go.
Feels like we got a bit closer…
"If I get a reply, I'll Kakao you."
No way anyone's replying…
---
"Ugh…"
I'm back.
Home after a day feels so welcoming.
*Whoosh.*
These guys left the door open.
Cool breeze flows through the balcony window.
"Phew."
I toss the blanket and raincoat into my room.
Thought about ditching them but brought them anyway.
Raincoat might come in handy…
"Ughhh."
I flop onto the bed, now Juha's domain.
So soft…
Peach shampoo scent. Juha's traces all over…
"Sleepy…"
Finally warming up.
I shove Juha's pillow between my legs, closing my eyes.
Time to sleep properly…
'Gotta pee.'
Relaxing makes me need to go.
I shuffle weakly to the bathroom.
Fuck, the toilet seat's always down, so annoying.
*Trickle.*
Ouch.
Why's my dick stinging?
*Splatter.*
Why's my piss splitting in two?
I stare blankly at the stream, trembling.