After parting ways with Sehwa, Hayul headed home and immediately stripped off her sweat-soaked clothes to go wash up.
Shaaaa-.
Hayul stood under the showerhead, letting the water pour over her as she reminisced about the dream-like day.
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Honestly, when she first gave Sehwa her number, she hadn't thought much of it, but upon reflection, there was no way someone like him would contact a girl like her.
She thought of herself as just average decent looks, not a bad figure.
If other girls heard that, they'd probably slap her across the face, but that's what she genuinely believed.
While she was wallowing in self-pity and rolling around on her bed, her phone rang. Seeing it was Sehwa, she sprang up like a jack-in-the-box and paced around the house nervously.
Wow, what confidence made her give him her number? It was her first call with a guy besides her dad, so she stammered and made a fool of herself.
But Sehwa didn't seem to care about that. When he asked for help because he was hurt, it didn't feel like some sweet, flirty vibe. He asked where she was, and she hesitated.
(Hmm... Asking for my location probably means it's urgent? He came to the convenience store before, so he must live nearby. I'll just say the convenience store)
Worried he might say it's too far and not to bother, she calculated quickly and answered first. Luckily, her bluff worked on Sehwa.
Still, she wondered if she should play hard to get a bit, and debated whether to put on makeup.
Then he said it was only a 3-minute walk from the convenience store to his place!
Hayul forgot about makeup and everything, grabbing clothes right away. Even in the rush, she made sure to add a minimal appeal.
Black, which everyone thinks is sexy for both men and women. With her white tee and the ample black bra showing through, it looked quite provocative.
(From here to Sehwa's place... No way I can make it in 3 minutes. Sigh, what to do? He seemed urgent enough to call me. Screw it, if I run like hell, I'll get there quick.)
He was an unbelievably handsome guy she'd never seen before, so she couldn't miss the chance to get close. Hayul dashed out the door like she was in a race and sprinted full speed to his house. Panting heavily, she rang the doorbell, and when he opened the door, she saw him dressed provocatively.
(Wow... This is driving me crazy. Even more revealing than last time. And... black.)
He was clearly wearing very thin clothes, but his vibe made it feel sexy rather than cheap. Like a beautiful black rose that's pretty to look at but would prick you if touched carelessly.
She stared blankly again like an idiot until Sehwa showed her his injured hand. Only then did she notice the surroundings: blood splattered on the floor and the house looking like a bomb went off. She knew right away.
(Sehwa... Why would you do that?)
She buried her worry for now and took him to the hospital. As soon as they got out of the taxi, she felt everyone's eyes on Sehwa.
Being next to him, she sensed jealousy and envy from other women. His outfit probably made them stare even more intensely.
Honestly, it felt like being his girlfriend, which wasn't bad. Sehwa seemed a bit annoyed, his eyes narrowing.
(Yeah, it's rude for them to stare so openly. He didn't dress like that to be gawked at. He must be really upset.)
Hayul apologized on behalf of the women and quickly led him inside, but even there, they couldn't escape the stares.
The doctor treating Sehwa asked how he got hurt.
Looking at Hayul with narrowed eyes. She immediately knew what she was implying.
(No, doctor... It wasn't me. I'm not that kind of girl. I've lived a good life.)
Then Sehwa said it was just an accident. He even called her his savior! Luckily, the doctor's gaze softened, and he silently stitched up the injured finger.
(Savior... He called me his savior. I've definitely earned some favor, and if I push a little more... Just imagining it makes me happy.)
She was already daydreaming about kids and grandkids without even getting that far.
Before she knew it, the treatment was done, and Sehwa stood up first. Hayul followed, but the doctor called her in a low voice.
"What's your name, guardian?"
"Oh, yes, I'm Shin Hayul."
"Okay, Hayul. At first, I honestly thought you two were dating and that you hurt him. But since he called you his savior, I'll believe it and say this."
What is she about to say? It can't be something wrong... right? Hayul swallowed hard.
"Yes, don't worry."
"He said it was just an accident, but from a doctor's view, it's not. He definitely punched something like a mirror. Otherwise, the wound wouldn't be that messed up. And did you notice? He was completely calm while his skin was being stitched. Hayul, what do you think a normal guy would do in that situation?"
Uh... Come to think of it, yeah. Sehwa was unusually indifferent. Hayul felt a sense of seriousness.
"Normally... They'd probably cry or at least squeeze their eyes shut. They wouldn't just sit still."
"Right? But he watched his own wound being prodded with a straight face. That means he's used to this. Even with anesthesia, you feel it when forceps dig into your flesh.
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"Is... that so, doctor? Then what should I do?"
(Thanks to his thin clothes, I saw his body, and there were no self-harm scars. Or maybe he covered them all with tattoos. Just keep an eye on him. He seems like someone with a lot of wounds. Seeing a young guy reminds me of my own kid, so I couldn't help but meddle.)
Come to think of it, Hayul felt something off. From talking to Sehwa, he didn't seem like a playboy, yet he had a lot of tattoos. More than typical for a guy's taste. Could it really be that?
With complicated feelings, Hayul went outside with Sehwa and sat down. She almost asked about it but changed the subject. It was only their second meeting, so it felt too soon. They just chatted idly until they reached his house.
Under the blue sky, facing each other, she finally saw Sehwa's face properly. His eyes were red, like he'd been crying. Downcast eyes that looked somehow exhausted.
His appearance, fragile unlike his exterior, now that she thinks about it... Ah, nosebleed. Hayul wiped it roughly with water and continued her thoughts.
Anyway, as they said goodbye, Hayul managed to say one thing to him.
"If you're having a hard time, call me anytime. I'll be your friend."
Sehwa gave a bitter smile.
Seeing that smile, Hayul wanted to hug him. She hoped that flower wouldn't break. She wished for Sehwa to always shine like a proud wolf.
After showering, maybe I should send a message.
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Back home, I immediately turned on my phone. Checking contacts first, there was nothing but my aunt.
(Call history is all aunt, aunt. Oh, a few others. One from Immigration something, and the call to Hayul.)
I just sighed. I didn't realize I was this much of a loner. I saved Hayul's contact and went online.
(First... the president. What the fuck. It's been all female presidents until now, with just one male president.)
Clearly, the current one was male, but now it's changed to female. Sigh... Next, history section.
But as expected.
(The ethnic heroes and great kings... Fuck, except for Silla era, there are no male kings at all.)
I figured it out. What kind of fucked-up world this is. There's a Ministry of Men and Family right there, and phone news has articles about women sexually assaulting men. I thought it was bullshit and searched related docs.
-This dates back to the Stone Age. From ancient times, women, for reproductive urges and surviving harsh wilderness...(abridged) So ultimately, men's muscle strength is only 40-60% of women's overall.
(Wow... What bullshit. This is a hilarious world, fuck. Not sure if this body follows the same rules, but I'll check later. Next.)
I went to another site.
Content: Checked tens of thousands of public restrooms, zero hidden cams lololol Tax money melting away. Where are all those assholes who bitched about hidden cams in men's restrooms?
[HighSchoolBoyThighs: For real lol Tax waste extreme. Sis, you were all "hidden cam this" and now tsk tsk]
[TiramisuLove: What are you saying? Even on the porn sites you watch, there's tons of hidden cam stuff. And change your nick, it's gross. I get the level of uterus-brain-dominated femcels lolol.]
ㄴ[SexyTime: Sis is here? lolol Don't worry, no one wants a pig like you anyway.]
[TiramisuLove: I'm not a guy? I served in the military?]
ㄴ[OneTwoThree: lol Idiot. Recite the service creed and your gun serial.]
[TiramisuLove: Our unit didn't have that lol?]
ㄴ[StrongMarineYoonJiYoung: lolololololololololol Fucking hilarious]
ㄴ[HighSchoolBoyThighs: Fuck lolololololololol Otherworldly military]
"Pfft. Ah fuck, it is funny. At least I don't have to go to the military. Ouch, what the fuck!"
I accidentally clicked a post below and saw a gif of guys in hot pants dancing. Honestly, it was gross. But women were commenting "oppa" like crazy. Lots of comments about getting wet and going to jerk off. Scrolling through, I thought.
(Seems like guys here don't expose much. No wonder they're all bundled up even in the heat.)
Guys here were waxed or something, barely any body hair. Same for women. Guys do light skin makeup, women same as before or less. I'm saying this after searching in advance.
Gotta prepare so my eyes don't rot outside.
(So in reverse terms for me... It's like a super pretty, curvy girl walking around in just a black tank top showing off her cleavage? Now it makes sense.)
No wonder they stared like crazy.
Anyway, I feel a bit relieved. I know what's going on, and I'm tired, so time to rest. Tomorrow, I need to go to Immigration or whatever to get a new ID.
Pffft.
Thinking about it again, this world is fucking hilarious.
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