Soo-yeong’s lips were just as he had imagined – chewy and tasting like gummy bears soaked in wine.

He thought he wouldn’t get blamed since she started it, but then he heard an unexpected giggling. Was she mocking him? Was it not good enough?

“Was my first kiss with Seol Woo-jin?”

More shocking than being told it was bad. First kiss? Didn’t she say earlier she liked some senior?

When he heard a thud, it seemed she had tried to get up but sat back down again. Woo-jin reached out his hand instinctively and touched something. Her waist?

“Ow… I need to lie down… This is just like soju! Grape-flavored soju is wine!”

Suddenly, as she yelled and clung to his waist, Woo-jin barely managed to get up.

“Let’s go lie down on the sofa.”

But he wasn’t sure he could navigate accurately to the sofa while supporting her. Then, suddenly, Soo-yeong hugged his waist and directed him.

“Go, go, go! Turn left! That’s it! Good job! Now straight ahead, straight!”

Guided by her pulling, Woo-jin cautiously moved his feet. The two were moving through the living room, embracing each other as if they were dancing a blues.

“Now, now, right, turn right! Yes, like that! Oh, good, good! Almost there, almost there. Just lie down now, lie down!”

Suddenly, as Soo-yeong leaned to one side, Woo-jin, holding her, also tilted unintentionally.

Soon, he felt the slightly hard cushioning of leather on his arms and back. He also felt her soft hair against his chest and back.

“Oh, our Seol Woo-jin… follows instructions well. You did great. Such a man! Knowing how to lay a drunk woman on the sofa… so mannerly… top-notch, top-notch…”

Even though she seemed out of her mind, Soo-yeong kept talking non-stop. Woo-jin could roughly guess the position in which they were lying on the sofa.

He had already sobered up from the scent of her body and the soft hair tickling his neck. He felt a warm flow of air tingling his arm.

The soft snoring told him she had fallen asleep. He couldn’t understand how she could sleep in such an uncomfortable position.

As he tried to adjust his uncomfortable body, she made a tiger-like noise and pressed her back more against him.

“Yikes!”

When Soo-yeong’s waist or hip touched a sensitive area, Woo-jin quickly covered his mouth. Trapped between the backrest and her, he struggled to think about something else to calm himself down.

He suddenly remembered the school anthem from elementary school. Was that the last time he was pure?

He thought she sounded like a man when she snored, but a woman who gets feisty when drunk. Why this woman?

It was like Woo-jin was asking someone else. Then, from the mouth of the woman making tiger noises, a soft, characteristic bass voice flowed out.

“…You did well… Our Woo-jin… really well done… Mmm.”

What did he do well? Making kimbap? Bringing her to the sofa? Or the kiss? Regardless, being told he did well didn’t feel bad. The word ‘our’ also felt good.

The orderly rhythm of her breath and the slight inflation and deflation of her back with each breath gradually calmed his racing heart.

Despite the discomfort, he felt his eyes getting heavy. The two of them ended up sleeping like that.

Woo-jin remembered all of this, but Soo-yeong seemed not to. The thought of having a lifetime of teasing material made Woo-jin burst into a chuckle as he changed clothes.

“Why do you keep laughing? Yesterday, you didn’t do anything to me, right?”
After changing his clothes and coming out to eat the now-cold tteokbokki, Woo-jin was still smiling, prompting a suspicious look from Soo-yeong.

He calmly replied,

“I didn’t do anything, I assure you.”

Seeing him emphasize ‘I’, Soo-yeong decided not to probe further. She wasn’t sure exactly what had happened, but judging by Woo-jin’s tone, it seemed quite certain that she had drunkenly pounced on this beautiful man.

And the kiss she did remember confirmed it.

This was a secret she would take to her grave. Recalling that she was, after all, wearing clothes, even if they were Woo-jin’s, Soo-yeong chose not to ask any more questions.

There was quite a lot of food for just the two of them, and since Soo-yeong was hardly eating, the food on the table wasn’t decreasing.

Meanwhile, Woo-jin, eating the fried snack nonchalantly, smiled and said,

“What is this? It’s tasty.”

“…It’s kimbap.”

“Hmm… Did you buy this thinking of yesterday? Yesterday, you rolled me up…”

Aaaah! Soo-yeong’s despair deepened.

Sitting in front of his computer, Woo-jin sighed deeply. He found it increasingly difficult to focus on writing as much as he used to.

Before Soo-yeong came, he was distracted waiting for her, and after she left, he was preoccupied with thoughts of what they had done together.

He hadn’t even touched the manuscript Ji-hyun had asked him to revise, which seemed to be about an inch thick.

He didn’t want to cause trouble for Ji-hyun’s publishing house… Lost in thought, he was startled by the vibration of his phone, displaying the caller’s name.

Kwon, Yeon, Seo. Kwon, Yeon, Seo.