A few days passed.
Three days since In-ha's shitshow.
Festival's around the corner, and the sports event's close too.
Cross-dressing to attract customers… serving in drag…
My head's already pounding. This is a fucking nightmare.
Lately, I'm having too many humiliating dreams.
Serving drinks and someone checks under my skirt—fucked-up stuff.
Bags under my eyes are getting worse…
"Hmm…"
It's already May?
Time flies.
At first, I thought coming to this shitty uni was hell.
But humans adapt, don't they?
Now I don't even care about taking classes with these delinquents.
Sure, I think about transferring sometimes…
"Ugh."
Fine… if I can't be the dragon's tail, I'll be the snake's head!
If I grind here, something'll come of it.
Wonder if In-ha talked to a lawyer. Told her to, hope she didn't blow it off…
[Yoo In-ha: Fuck]
…
She's never gonna be a saint.
Popping up like a ghost the second I think of her.
[Yoo In-ha: Joonhyung]
[Yoo In-ha: When you done?]
Feels… bad.
Bet the lawyer talk didn't go well.
I looked it up—seems tough.
[Me: Done around 5, probably.]
[Yoo In-ha: Come to Juha's place right after.]
What?
This chick. You're the one in a mess, not me.
Calling me like I'm your dog! I'll go, though—she'd lose her shit otherwise…
[Me: Ok]
What'd the lawyer say?
Told her to get paid consultations, not just free ones.
Free ones, lawyers half-ass it, I heard…
"Ugh."
My damn life…
Not my problem, but…
If it gets sorted, that'd be nice.
Thinking of her throwing tantrums till it's fixed makes me tired…
"Hmm…"
I picture In-ha, fucked over by 800 guys.
A hollow-eyed, broken In-ha…
Creeps me out.
"Oh, Joonhyung! Oppa, want a hit? Hehe…"
Reuniting with a ruined In-ha—worst-case scenario.
Not impossible, though…
Grew up seeing women like that near gambling dens.
Did they imagine that life at 19, 20? No way.
Woke up one day, stuck in it.
Sigh…
If this gets sorted, I'll think about my wishes.
Might not even get to use them.
Can't till In-ha's debt's cleared, right? Fuck…
---
At Juha's place.
Almost punched in the code out of habit.
If I did, In-ha'd flip: "What, you sharing passwords now, asshole?"
I clear my throat and ring the bell.
Is Juha here too?
*Click.*
"You here?" Juha says.
"Yeah," I reply.
Juha, in a baggy tee, greets me.
They're both here.
She yawns, shuffling inside.
In-ha… inside?
*Pace, pace.*
Yup, there she is.
Nervous as hell, biting her nails, pacing the room.
She sees me, eyes wide, then looks away, still pacing.
Why's she looking at me like I'm a ghost? What'd they talk about?
"Gonna smoke," Juha says.
"Cool," I say.
Gonna be awkward without her…
Juha grabs her jacket and leaves.
*Beep.* Door shuts, silence hits.
"Fuck…" In-ha groans, clawing her face and flopping onto the mattress.
Her usually neat hair's a mess.
No curling iron today, huh?
Not in the mood, I bet…
I sit on the floor, cautious.
"What'd the lawyer say?" I ask.
Gotta cut to the chase.
Her face darkens. Didn't go well?
"Said it's tough," she mutters.
Yeah…
Figured it'd be rough.
I checked too—looks bad.
She's the one who crashed, so…
Owners need compensation, and she's the one who hit them.
She's gotta pay up for now.
"What'd they say exactly?" I ask.
"It's complicated…" In-ha says, grabbing her head. "If I'm telling the truth, we sue the office people… win, and shift the blame… fuck, hold on."
She digs through her bag, pulling out a paper.
Wrote it down, huh? Smart.
"Here," she says.
Fancy handwriting fills the page.
Lawyer's notes, probably.
"Hmm…"
Summary: If In-ha's story checks out, sue the office.
Win, and the debt shifts to them.
Till then, she's responsible and has to pay.
If she wins, she can claim back payments from them.
"But… no guarantee we win," In-ha says. "And the case could drag, so it's rough…"
Fuck…
So she's stuck paying.
Even if she sues, losing or them dodging makes it messy.
Knew it'd be like this…
"This life's fucked…" In-ha laughs bitterly.
Yeah… fucked.
But think positive, right?
She's still okay. Lots she can do…
"You tell your parents?" I ask.
"Just… hinted at it…" she says.
"And?"
"…"
Not good, huh?
Guess they can't cover it.
Still, she should come clean.
They'd figure something out if they knew it's this bad.
Family loans beat legal interest. Ugh, my head…
Not an easy talk, though…
But us? No way we can handle eighty million.
"Fuck…" I sigh.
"Ugh…" she groans.
Silence.
No real options.
If I stretch it…
Train In-ha in poker, let her win cash?
Work a job and play poker, maybe pay it off?
Nah, she's too dumb…
"Ugh…" In-ha groans, cheek propped.
Reminds me of old times.
One delinquent fucks up, we gather at the playground, brainstorming like idiots.
Never solved shit, though.
"Yo, OnlyFans," In-ha says after a while.
Huh? OnlyFans?
"Some people make bank without fucking," she says.
…
She's been thinking about OnlyFans this whole time?
Yeah, it's true.
Some post masturbation vids, hand stuff…
But they don't make much.
Big earners are rare—long-time creators with clout.
Most don't even take off.
We're newbies, so it's tough…
"Those don't sell as much," I say.
"How you know without trying? Could blow up," she says.
Sure, you gotta try…
But I can tell it won't.
In-ha's hot, no doubt.
Problem is, OnlyFans is crawling with hot chicks.
Looks alone don't cut it.
Masks and mosaics kill her edge.
Her body's model-tier, but…
Not the kind OnlyFans viewers go for.
"Fuck…" she sighs.
Trying to find a no-sex money-maker?
Worth a shot…
Starting soft might feel less heavy.
Post consistently, something might pop.
Plus, piggybacking Juha's channel could bring cash.
Like In-ha said, gotta try to know.
"Where's Juha?" I say. "Said she's smoking, but she's gone."
In-ha sighs.
"Why you think?" she says.
"Why?"
She laughs, empty. "Giving us space…"
What'd they talk about when I wasn't here?
Feels ominous.
In-ha stares at me, cheek propped.
Her face screams, "This fucker? Ugh, shit."
"Put a bag on him, maybe it'd work…" she mutters.
…
What bag? What's that mean?
"Bag?" I ask.
"Don't worry about it, dumbass," she says.
A bag over my face? 'Cause I'm ugly?
"That's harsh…" I say.
"Harsh, my ass, you idiot," she snaps, laughing.
Her face darkens again.
I lean against the wall.
Gotta stay positive…
Like Juha said, better shoot OnlyFans than fuck 800 guys.
Juha, you scary bitch. She's gaslighting me too…
Or…
They're both hot. What about yuri? New genre?
Could blow up…
I'd get my ass beat if I said it.
Better not.
"Yo, Joonhyung," In-ha says.
"Yeah?" I reply.
She stares, dead serious. "You cool with shooting?"
"Huh?"
"You okay with it?" she asks.
What, OnlyFans? Now she asks?
Kinda sweet she's checking.
Honestly, I don't care.
First time with Juha, I was half-scared…
After getting used, it's whatever.
Just how it is now.
I'm fine.
What do I lose?
If it helps, I'll do it.
"Fuck…" I mutter.
My brain's broken.
I'm numb to shooting this shit.
Juha's rubbing off on me…
"Ugh…" In-ha sighs, head down.
She mumbles, then looks up.
Her face is set, like she's made up her mind.
"Joonhyung," she says.
"Yeah," I nod, tense.
Her lips part, voice heavy. "Wash your pussy."
…
Huh?
"I'm gonna try it," she says.
You just said… I don't have one…
She's losing it…