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Han Sooyoung leaned on the doorframe, coffee in hand, and laughed at me. “Did you seriously think you could beat him?”
“No,” I lied, game controller abandoned on my lap. Yoo Joonghyuk was already playing something new, some MMORPG, just a bit of leftover smugness on his face.
“You should be wearing cat ear headphones,” Han Sooyoung said to Yoo Joonghyuk. “Complete the e-girl look.”
“I’m not an e-girl,” Yoo Joonghyuk growled, not looking away from the game.
“Yeah, at least e-girls wear bras.”
Did she have to say things like that? I was being good and not thinking about it.
“Yours wouldn’t fit me, and I’m not buying them.”
“Fuck you, too. Kim Dokja, shove over, I need the outlet. Go wallow on Yoo Joonghyuk’s lap or something.”
She set her coffee on the table at my elbow and went to fetch her laptop. So this might be a cuddle on the couch kind of night. If everybody doing their own thing on the couch could be considered cuddling. Was this just how it worked when people in a relationship all had solo hobbies? Actually, the lack of communication was probably—
“Shut up,” came Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice.
“I’m literally not even talking?”
“You’re thinking. Loudly.”
“If I am, it’s none of your business. Play your game.”
“Are you coming over here or not?”
I opened my mouth. No words came out.
Maybe he was taking pity on me after absolutely thrashing me in the game earlier. More likely he was making fun of me.
“Fine.”
When my head landed on his lap, Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t react. That hurt a bit. Sure, it wasn’t the first time, but it was only the second time I’d ever done it. It had been something like this, Yoo Joonghyuk playing a game, and I thought I’d try it. Han Sooyoung’s lap was pretty comfortable to lay on. But Yoo Joonghyuk’s lap had turned out to be hard as a rock, not comfortable at all. I’d bravely stayed so that he wouldn’t feel bad, but never again.
But Yoo Joonghyuk was in the Punisher’s form right now, a woman. If anything, he had more meat on him than Han Sooyoung, so it should be pretty soft, right?
Wrong. It was just as hard as when he was a man.
“Are you making room for me or not?” Han Sooyoung complained.
She kicked my feet when she finally came back, laptop in hand, and gave me an excuse to get off Yoo Joonghyuk’s hard as rocks thigh.
“I thought women were softer than men,” I sighed.
“What, the Punisher’s not a comfortable enough pillow for you?” Han Sooyoung asked, lips curling.
“She’s as hard as Yoo Joonghyuk.”
“She is Yoo Joonghyuk.”
“As when she’s a man.”
“He’s got other squishy parts right now, you know,” Han Sooyoung pointed out. “Don’t look scandalized, you’ve seen him naked.”
“Not like this, I haven’t,” I grumbled.
Yoo Joonghyuk asked, “Kim Dokja, are you interested in my breasts?”
“No?!”
Wait. Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t look happy. Was that the wrong answer? What was I supposed to say about my—about Yoo Joonghyuk’s breasts?
“They’re much bigger than Han Sooyoung’s.”
“Hey! Are you competing with me since my thighs are softer?”
Yoo Joonghyuk glanced pointedly toward her chest. “There is no competition.”
“Bastard, come over here and say that to my face?!”
I didn’t need to be here. But when I tried to escape, Yoo Joonghyuk yanked me back. He yanked me back onto his lap and my head landed on something very soft. Han Sooyoung made a noise like a cat with a hairball while her face tried to figure out if she was still mad or ready to laugh at me while my own face turned very, very warm.
Well, they were certainly a lot softer than his lap.
Han Sooyoung’s face had settled on a glower, so Yoo Joonghyuk must be looking smug. She gave him one last kick, stuck her feet over Yoo Joonghyuk’s leg to my lap, and comfortably took over the rest of the couch, laptop on her own lap.
Yoo Joonghyuk went back to his game.
Hello? Was I just supposed to sit here now? I had to wonder if this was comfortable for Yoo Joonghyuk, though we’d sat like this before, so maybe? I’d have to knock Han Sooyoung off to get away, and with Yoo Joonghyuk’s arms caging me in I was doubly trapped. Then I got distracted by Yoo Joonghyuk’s game.
“Wait, you missed the sidequest in the cave.”
“I don’t need it?”
“But it makes the battle against the chimera way easier.”
“It’s not that good.”
“It is if you upgrade it. You just don’t want to flirt with the blacksmith.” How much the blacksmith liked you affected the quality of the equipment and upgrades you could get in this game.
“It’s a stupid mechanic,” Yoo Joonghyuk groused.
“Whatever, go back for it.”
I grabbed at the controller. Yoo Joonghyuk tried to hold it out of reach, but between his arms being just a little bit shorter than usual and the fact that I was sitting in front of him, I managed to grab it.
“Don’t get in my way.”
“Then go back.”
Uselessly strong bastard. I was trying to push the character back the way he had come, but Yoo Joonghyuk simply pushed back the other way. I spun around. “Stop being so contrary—”
I stopped, mouth opening and closing. Yoo Joonghyuk looked at me suspiciously. “What? ...Stop groping me!”
When I turned around, my hand had landed on his thigh. “Whuh? But you were so soft just now.”
Han Sooyoung kicked us and grunted, “What are we groping?”
“Feel her thighs!”
Yoo Joonghyuk yanked Han Sooyoung’s leg up to stop her, but she just kicked him with the other one.
“His legs feel like always, what’s your deal?”
“They were so soft a second ago, instead of hard like usual!”
“I said stop groping me!”
Han Sooyoung kicked him in the head, and Yoo Joonghyuk threw me on top of her. There was a brief scuffle as we attempted to detangle and keep hitting Yoo Joonghyuk without crushing Han Sooyoung’s laptop. They both got distracted when I almost fell off the couch, and by the end of it, I was under Han Sooyoung.
I squinted at the back of her head. How did—
“Wait. Wait.” Han Sooyoung held her hands out.
Yoo Joonghyuk looked at her suspiciously. She didn’t say anything else, though, until Yoo Joonghyuk got tired of waiting and snapped, “What?”
That was when Han Sooyoung’s hand shot out and grabbed Yoo Joonghyuk’s thigh.
She leapt back immediately when Yoo Joonghyuk took a swing at her. She snuggled back up against me, pulling my arm around her waist, and even though I couldn’t see her face, I could tell she was smirking.
“You’re pathetic,” she announced.
Yoo Joonghyuk bristled. “What?”
Han Sooyoung didn’t answer, but Yoo Joonghyuk’s gradually growing anger wasn’t the impatient kind. It was the kind where he knew what she wasn’t saying.
“What makes her pathetic?” I asked.
Neither of them answered me.
“Hey.”
Han Sooyoung lounged pointedly.
Yoo Joonghyuk glowered loudly.
I gave up on them and made myself comfortable.