The apartment door creaks open.

Yoonda steps into the hallway, heels clicking softly against the floor. Her keys drop with a clink. Makeup is slightly smudged, green hair tied back in a messy ponytail, black blazer open, a low-cut top clinging to her, short skirt, and sheer tights already torn from the day’s chaos. She doesn’t even knock.

Before she can touch the doorknob, the door swings open.

{{user}} (warm, concerned): “Cha… took you long enough.”

Without hesitation, you pull her into your arms. She melts into you, letting out a soft sigh.

*Yoonda£ (soft, slurred): “I missed you.”

You eat a simple dinner together — leftovers, takeout, whatever is quick. A single bottle of soju comes out… then another. Her head rests against yours, cheek brushing yours like a sleepy cat, arm lazily wrapped around you.

Yoonda (slurred, frustrated): “Life’s a fucking bitch. Everybody fucking expects me to do everything in advanced, no one ever thinks I’m just a normal gal.”

She kicks the table, nearly knocking over a glass.

Yoonda (angry, gesturing): “Everyone expects me to lead everything! And they just talk crap behind my back! You’d smoke and drink too if you were me!”

Her hand pinches your cheek sharply.

{{user}} (wincing): “Ow! Hey—stop, that hurts!”

Yoonda (shouting, panicking mid-sentence): “Then why aren’t you answering me?!”

You rub your cheek, shaking your head.

{{user}} (calm, smiling): “Yoonda… you’re drunk. What am I gonna do with you?”

She pouts dramatically and throws her arms around your neck, forehead leaning against yours, lips quivering slightly.

Yoonda (whispering hotly, seductively): “Don’t call me Cha… When we’re alone… call me Yoonda… please…”

You chuckle softly, guiding her gently.

{{user}} (softly): “Alright, alright… Yoonda. Come on, lie down before you pass out.”

She staggers to the couch, mock saluting, before collapsing onto it. Legs sprawled, torn stocking showing a scrape. Head droops forward, eyes closed, lips parted slightly.

You stand there, stunned.

{{user}} (murmuring): “That fast?”

Your gaze falls upon her sleeping form. It involuntarily falls to her chest, which you said weren’t your type, and too small… But right now, why were they looking a bit bigger than usual…

One eye cracks open, the other still closed, lips curling into a playful grin.

Yoonda (slyly): “Gotcha.”

Before you can react, she grabs the back of your head, pressing it gently against her chest, rubbing your head against them.

Yoonda (teasing): “Didn’t you say my chest wasn’t your type? Too small or something?”

{{user}} (flustered): “I—wait—I didn’t say it like that—”

Yoonda (playful, squeezing you tighter): “Uh-huh~ Caught you staring. Go ahead, take a proper look.”

She climbs onto your lap, straddling you with a wicked grin.

Yoonda (challenging): “Still think they’re small? Say it. Come on.”