"Submit and you're done."
"Thanks."
Whoa. Finals are over. Summer break's here…
*Click.*
Step out of the lecture hall into an empty hallway.
Engineering's usually buzzing, but…
Post-finals, it's a ghost town.
"Hah."
What's this weird feeling?
Excited, empty, heart-pounding all at once.
Is this what college breaks are like?
High school was all "Break time!"—everyone rushing the gates, yelling "See ya!"
College break feels… personal. Like everyone's off to their own thing. Doesn't feel real.
'Ugh…'
Engineering building, first floor.
Outside, a few stragglers head down, probably late finishers like me.
Crazy how the campus just *empties*.
'Feels… fuzzy.'
What even is this vibe?
So unreal.
High school breaks meant hitting the snack shop, PC bang with the crew, then home, feeling like break started.
This is just… weird.
"Yo, see ya!"
"Hit me up!"
Classmates wave, splitting off after exams.
Guess they finished together.
Should've swung by the club room. Probably empty, though.
'Hmm…'
Is this why people say high school friends are real?
Stuck together all day, doing everything as a pack.
College friends feel… seasonal. Like semester buddies. Weird.
Splitting off to do our own thing, meeting back later…
'Macho Man Fruit Juice.'
Campus juice shop.
Usually packed, but it's dead now. Feels off.
The plaza's empty too.
Think a sec, then step inside.
"Strawberry juice, please."
"Exams done, huh?"
"Yup!"
Awkward grin, hand over my card.
Should've added pearls. Those are good.
"Hah…"
Wonder how my grades'll turn out.
3.7, maybe? Midterms and finals felt solid, but I'm not sure.
Haircut's still fresh, so I'm a bit worried.
Hope I did well.
A 3.8 or 3.9 would be perfect. Shitty school, so grades gotta shine!
'Wonder how Yoo In-ha did.'
No word from her.
If she aced it, she'd be bragging on KakaoTalk.
Flunked, she'd be crying and throwing a fit.
Nothing? Probably average.
"Strawberry juice is ready."
"Thanks!"
*Slurp.*
Mmm, sweet.
Chewing strawberry seeds, I stroll the quiet campus streets.
Feels so weird.
---
'Arrived.'
Bus stop by home.
Stepping off, I feel fresh.
Like I'm free, for real. Maybe 'cause I'm home!
*Hiss.*
But what do I do during break?
Didn't plan shit.
High school was just goofing off, gaming all night.
Kinda wanna catch up on games.
Sleep for a week, maybe clean the house.
Heard there's webtoon and webnovel classes.
Might check those out.
Some are on campus, some off.
*Beep beep.*
Last semester was so hectic…
Wanna lie down. Rest, now!
*Ding.*
…Juha and Yoo In-ha aren't home, right?
Wait, am I stuck with them 24/7 now?
Fuck, didn't think of that.
'…Fuck.'
During the semester, we were at least part-time chaos.
Now it's full-on live-in madness.
No way! My precious break!
*Clunk.*
Open the door, and the living room's quiet.
What's this? They out?
Thought Yoo In-ha'd be here, but she's gone. Out partying post-exams?
'Phew.'
Quiet's nice.
Drop my bag, flop under the couch.
Silent house welcomes me.
Yoo In-ha and Juha's clothes are scattered, but… being alone feels good.
'Hnghhh.'
Body goes limp.
So good. So peaceful.
If they're around too much, I'll escape to Juha's place.
She barely uses it.
"Mheungheung."
Mimicking Yoo In-ha's laugh, I relax my shoulders.
My house… quiet, with gray breeze coming in.
Love it.
---
"Fuck."
How long we been living together?
Since May, maybe a month?
Mid-May to late June, so a bit over a month.
Thought it'd be chaos, but… it's been okay.
Cleared out the storage room for Yoo In-ha, so it's less crazy.
Her staying in her room keeps things chill.
Juha alone would've been fine, but two's intense. Ugh.
"Nghhh."
Heading out to ditch the bottles.
They're not too messy, which is nice, but…
Why hoard bottles, fuck?
Soju and beer bottles lined up like trophies on the table.
Balcony's a bottle parade. What, saving 'em for art?
"Hah…"
They'd kill me, but I'm sneaking 'em out.
So fucking many.
Why collect this shit? House'll be buried soon.
"Heavy."
Dumping 'em should clear things up.
Got rid of half-drunk fridge booze too.
Some whiskey's left, but… can't touch that.
Feels like death if I do. It's *my* house, why can't I clean?
*Clink clank.*
Dragging this to the mart's work…
"Where's bottle drop-off?"
"Back by the bins. I'll come soon."
Thanks. Wonder how much I'll get.
100 won per bottle, maybe 8,000 won?
Sneaked a few out earlier, and still this many.
"Wow, that's a lot, kid."
"Yeah…"
"You drink all these?"
Auntie eyes me weird.
No way I drank this.
"Not me… a friend…"
"Collected hard, huh?"
Hard? Balcony was nearly a green landfill.
Left it longer, the house would've turned green, fuck.
"12,000 won. That's a haul."
"Whoa, thanks!"
More than I thought!
Beer bottles mixed in, maybe?
While auntie sorts, I count the cash and head out.
Kinda feels off, though. All those bottles, just 12,000 won? Probably cost over 100,000 to buy…
"Phew."
Feels good, though.
Like a weight's lifted.
Mheungheung, I open the front door.
Quiet, except for some phone noise.
Sneaky bottle dump, success!
"Nha."
Plop on the couch, catch my breath.
No green bottles, place looks brighter. But maybe too empty now.
They won't choke me out, right?
"…"
Yoo In-ha's underwear's on a chair.
That's hers, right? Colorful, definitely hers.
She used to hide it, now it's just… everywhere.
Juha's too. Bathroom's a bra graveyard, fuck.
First time I saw it, I freaked. Now I'm numb…
"Hah."
Didn't they mention some emergency meeting?
OnlyFans crisis meeting.
Haven't filmed much since my leg got fucked in May.
What we did shoot was half-assed.
Frequency's low, and it's all repetitive, so complaints are piling up.
Complaints are the least of it.
Revenue and views are tanking.
Maybe the initial hype's gone, but…
The complaints say it's not just that.
Knew this was coming.
Always filming at my place or Juha's.
Yoo In-ha's always in the same pose.
It's like copy-paste. No effort, no wonder people are pissed.
Other channels do cosplay, hotels, wild positions, all kinds of crazy shit.
*Click.*
My door opens.
Juha stumbles out, yawning.
Said she was "thinking," but…
Just napped, huh? Fuck.
"Haaam."
Juha stands in the living room, rubbing her stomach.
…
She won't notice the balcony bottles, right?
She's spacing out, licking her lips, then turns.
"Yo, Yoo In-ha. Come out."
"—."
"Yoo In-ha, get out here."
"Why—"
What's she doing? Listening to music?
Juha yawns again, scratching her stomach.
"Got something to say, come out."
---
'OnlyFans Crisis Meeting.'
Writing it down hits hard…
Others are out traveling, grinding ranks, or building resumes.
I'm here debating porn strategies… this right?
"What do we do?"
Juha mutters.
Me, Juha, Yoo In-ha, huddled around the table.
Brainstorming, but the table smells like booze, fuck.
"Hmm…"
Talked about this before.
Set up Yoo In-ha's own channel.
Switch up locations and styles to dodge complaints.
But actually planning it? Head hurts.
Tons of ideas, but… will they go for it?
Cosplay, wild positions, all that…
*Scribble scribble.*
Gotta write it down, or we'll just stare and waste time.
Jot down last meeting's points.
'1. Prep Yoo In-ha's channel split.
2. Change filming locations and styles.'
"Hah."
Yoo In-ha sighs softly.
Splitting the channel's stressful, but…
Changing locations and styles is probably the worst for her.
What can you do? Porn's a rough world.
If lying there getting pounded paid easy, everyone'd do it…
"Should probably do fan missions too."
Yoo In-ha mumbles.
We've been dodging fan requests and missions.
Honestly, weird we haven't done them. People pay for it—others would kill for that.
'Collabs are a thing, but…'
No way in hell we're doing that.
"I'm cool with whatever."
Juha says, all chill.
She's fine as long as it pays enough.
This meeting's mostly for Yoo In-ha.
Her income drops, and we're all screwed.
"Let's see."
Juha plops her phone on the table.
OnlyFans site, flooded with wild requests and comments.
Yoo In-ha leans in, eyeing the screen.
"What's there?"
Tons.
Outdoor stuff, hotel shoots, slapping, choking, cosplay, you name it…
Too much, that's the problem.
"How 'bout this?"
Yoo In-ha points at a comment.
Choke the guy, slap the guy, drip candle wax on the guy…
"…Save me."
"What's prostate play? Says 3 million won for it."
Noooo, fuck!
Don't even!
"T-That's probably a bad idea."
Yoo In-ha smirks at my panic.
No clue what it is, but she's eyeing me like she'll do it just to mess with me.
Cut it out. Touch me, and I'm twisting your arm…
"Let's organize this."
Juha starts scribbling in the notebook.