Chapter 188. An Expected Change of Pace (3)

When he blinked his eyes rapidly, the blurry world became clearer.

The first thing he saw when his eyes came to focus were… breasts. Two fully-naked mounds— right in front of his eyes.

As for his nose….

Subconsciously smelling the scent of skin, Seol Jihu slowly and sluggishly moved his gaze upwards. And soon, Phi Sora entered his view, her face clearly wrangled with drowsiness and irritation.

“…There’s something I’m reaaaally dying to know.”

Perhaps because she was still drunk on sleep, Phi Sora spoke with a hoarse voice.

“You look like you’re shocked out of your mind, so why the hell do you keep smelling me for?”

It was then that Seol Jihu realized that he was taking deeper breaths than necessary. The thought, ‘Because I like the smell of roses’, crossed his mind for a second.

“Uwaaaaah!”

Seol Jihu screamed and shot up so hard that he fell backwards.

“Hah!”

Phi Sora clicked her tongue as she watched Seol Jihu flail his arms and slip away from the bed.

Thud. When the back of his head hit the floor, he snapped out of his daze. He shot up in a flustered state and reflexively touched his body.

“….”

Why was he in his underwear?

His pupils began to tremble. Seol Jihu placed his hand on his chest and took a deep breath.

Calm down. Calm down.

After inwardly muttering to himself several times, he spoke up.

“Explain.”

He sounded as though he’d been wronged.

Phi Sora, who was stretching her left arm and covering her yawning mouth with her right hand, looked as if she was struck dumb.

“Explain what?”

“From the beginning to the end. Everything.”

“Oh, sure. You blacked out in the middle of drinking soju, suddenly started crying, then vomited all over me while I was carrying you.”

“…Come again?”

“What a joke! If you’re weak to alcohol, you should have drunk in moderation. You puked out everything you ate on me, you know? Pork belly, soybean paste stew, rice, naengmyeon… ugh!”

Phi Sora shuddered, as if just thinking about it infuriated and disgusted her. Meanwhile, Seol Jihu looked around the room dazedly.

He could see several clothes neatly hanging on a nearby hanger.

“I dragged your ass to a motel and cleaned your clothes and hung them up. Shouldn’t you be thanking me? Do you have any idea how many times I wanted to just chuck you down on the ground and leave?”

As Seol Jihu had no memory of any of this, he was simply dumbstruck by Phi Sora’s recount of the previous evening.

“Still… sleeping on the same bed is….”

“Oh, shut up!”

Phi Sora shouted angrily.

“Don’t you have any conscience?”

“?”

“You think I slept on the same bed because I wanted to? I wanted to sleep separately, you know!”

Seol Jihu tilted his head in confusion as Phi Sora was talking like this wasn’t her fault.

“I was nice enough to give you the bed, yet you kept climbing down and clinging onto me. So I thought, ‘Ah, he must like sleeping on the floor’, and switched spots, but then you kept crawling up and clinging onto me there as well. So then I wrapped myself up in the blanket and went to the couch to try to get some sleep, but you even chased me there and clung onto me.”

“….”

“And, excuse me, but are you a newborn baby? Why do you keep shoving your face into my breasts? Did you not get any love growing up? Or did you get possessed by some titty-loving ghost? Jesus!!”

Papapapa! While Phi Sora spat out everything she’d suffered last night, Seol Jihu scratched his head.

“Well… I am a middle child, and have an older and a younger sibling… so I didn’t get as much attention and love growing up….”

“Ooooh, I see… my bad, I didn’t know that… NOT! What does that have to do with anything??”

Phi Sora shot back with fire in her eyes. Seol Jihu let out a dry cough.

“Kuhum, I don’t remember well.”

“I knew you would say that. Wait right there.”

Phi Sora quickly took out her phone and threw it over. A video was being played on the screen.

—God! Will you get off of me?

—Fucking hell, did you go mad? Hey, I know you’re not sleeping. Open your eyes while I’m still being nice.

—Get off!

—God, I’m gonna go crazy!!

“No way….”

Staring into the screen speechlessly, Seol Jihu suddenly grabbed the phone. After silently pressing the delete button, he slipped the phone to Phi Sora, who was looking down at him with crossed arms.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Where the heck did this guy come from!?”

An angry voice struck Seol Jihu’s ears. He coughed meaninglessly again.

“Anyways, you’re saying nothing happened?”

Phi Sora’s expression turned odd at Seol Jihu’s relieved voice.

“Why, you thought I devoured you or something?”

“You don’t have to put it that way….”

“It’s the opposite. You’re the one who devoured me.”

“What??”

Seol Jihu jumped in a startle.

“I mean~ You kept making advances~ You’re fit and pretty good looking, and it’s been a while since I’ve gotten drunk, so I got a little excited~”

Phi Sora muttered as she twirled the ends of her hair. Seol Jihu’s jaw dropped.

“By the way, dear, your stamina is surprisingly good. You were like a beast. Auu, my stomach still hurts from all the pounding….”

Phi Sora mumbled as she rubbed her lower belly, then burst out laughing when she saw Seol Jihu’s face.

“Aah! Your face! Priceless!”

She giggled, then kicked the blanket off.

“See, you react like someone who has a girlfriend.”

After hopping off the bed, she stretched her arms out, not knowing any shame.

“Awoooo~ Okay, I’m going to wash up first. Let’s go get some hangover soup.”

“…You were really kidding, right?”

“Who knows~?”

After smiling with her eyes, Phi Sora walked into the bathroom, muttering, “Ah~ Why is my body so sore~?”

Chwaaaa—

Only when the pitter-patter of the shower water rang out did Seol Jihu realize he had been played.

‘That woman…!’

*

“Uek—”

While eating dried pollack soup, Phi Sora suddenly cupped her mouth.

Seol Jihu asked in surprise while in the middle of drinking some soup.

“What’s wrong?”

“…I don’t know.”

Phi Sora lowered her hand, then tilted her head.

“I suddenly feel nauseous… is it morning sickness? Guess I’m not surprised…”

‘Not surprised?’

When Seol Jihu glared at her, Phi Sora smacked the table and giggled.

“What, I’m not allowed to have morning sickness?”

“Is making fun of people funny?”

“Yes, it is. It makes me feel a thousand times better.”

Seol Jihu seemed quite vexed at Phi Sora’s mischievous smile. Well, he didn’t just seem vexed. He was vexed.

He understood how difficult he made things for Phi Sora last night, but she was having too much fun or perhaps even venting.

‘You dare…’

You dare to pull a prank on someone whose official nickname is Prankster?

I’ll show you what a true prank is in a bit—

Seol Jihu vowed to himself as he finished the dried pollack soup.

After the meal, Phi Sora stuck her phone out.

“Give me your number.”

“My number? Why?”

“Well, you’ll be my employer for the next few months. I should at least know your number.”

“My number… what was it again?”

When Seol Jihu hesitated, Phi Sora’s brows perked up instantly. But Seol Jihu really didn’t remember his number. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to give it to her.

When he racked his brain for the numbers and put it in, Phi Sora snatched the phone back commenting on how he was playing hard to get.

“How long will you stay here before going back?”

“About a week.”

“That’s earlier than I thought. Alright, give me a call before you go back. I’ll text you, so you better reply.”

Phi Sora said what she wanted to, then turned back while waving her hand. Seol Jihu, who was staring at her back as she left…

‘…Hm?’

…widened his eyes as he realized he had gotten far calmer than before.

When he tilted his head up, covering his face from the sunlight with the back of his hand, he saw a clear sky without a single cloud.

‘It’s warm.’

Why was it? He didn’t feel so bad.

All he did was bicker with Phi Sora, eat, and wake up, but the unbearable sense of loneliness had almost vanished.

He felt like his empty chest had been filled with something.

‘Well, now that things turned out like this, should I make some preparations before going back?’

Seol Jihu turned in a cheerful tune.

‘I have a new friend now too.’

Although he did not realize this himself, he was even humming joyfully from his nose. His footsteps as he left the alleyway were much lighter than yesterday.

Seol Jihu looked around his room as soon as he came back. His phone was lying around in the corner.

After plugging it into the charger and pressing the home button, he was a bit taken aback. He expected it to be empty, but…

[Did you get back safely? This is Phi Sora.]

Starting from the most recent message from Phi Sora, he had quite a backlog of unseen messages.

[Oppa, I heard you woke up. Are you feeling better?]

[It’s me. I heard you went back to Earth. Call me when you can.]

[This call was received from…]

Yun Seora, Kim Hannah, Goalkeepe