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Walking out of the bathroom with a towel around her head and body, Bora sat on her bed exhaling loudly. That caught the attention of her roommate Siyeon, who glanced at her before bringing her attention back to painting her toenails with red nail polish.
“You good?” Siyeon questioned, slowly moving her hand, focused on not messing up.
Bora stared at the marked date on the animal-themed calendar hanging off the wall in front of her and sighed. “I thought the shower would take away the stress of tomorrow's exam, but I was wrong.”
“I’m sure you’ll do well,” Siyeon spoke, putting the nail polish away on the table. She reached over and grabbed her notebook, waving it at her feet to fasten the drying process.
“Another one?” Bora asked and put her arms behind to support herself.
“They’re crazy,” Siyeon chuckled. “The guy paid $20 for me to take pics of my feet but the toes must be painted red.”
Bora watched Siyeon trying to get that perfect angle with her phone. They were already used to it.
Of course, it was uncomfortable at first, but earning money while doing practically nothing special seemed like a nice idea after Bora got fired from her last part-time job and Siyeon realized singing and playing the guitar outside in the cold wouldn’t make her much money. And being broke college students wasn’t fun at all.
“We made like $800 this month,” Siyeon stated, looking at Bora who was now going through her closet trying to find an oversized T-shirt to sleep in. She didn’t have the heart to tell her that the one she used before was actually hers, but she looked damn cute in it. She didn’t mind sharing clothes with her, in the end, they were friends. Just friends.
“What do you think?” Bora asked.
“About what?”
“Are you even listening to me?”
“No.”
Bora groaned from the bathroom. She came out wearing a big black T-shirt covering a bit of her thighs which Siyeon didn’t miss to quickly look at. She plucked the hairdryer into the outlet and sat on the bed.
“I said that I’m debating whether to send that one dude a picture of my boobs.”
“Oh.”
It was the only thing Siyeon said before the sound of the hairdryer occupied the room and Bora’s wet hair danced around her face.
They first met as dorm roommates and clicked right away, becoming inseparable ever since. Even though Bora was a year older and assigned herself the role of the mom in their friendship, she loved getting taken care of; whether that was Siyeon being taller and pulling her closer to herself when they shared an umbrella, or reassuring her with her endless drama queen problems, or scaring away annoying guys trying to get her phone number.
So, naturally, this whole thing was bothering her. She always felt protective over Bora. The thought of some random guy receiving a picture of Bora’s chest was striking a nerve she didn’t know existed.
“What’s with that face?” Bora asked, turning the hairdryer off after seeing Siyeon’s expression going sour.
“I just,” Siyeon began, moving herself further up her bed to lean against the wall, “I thought we said nothing sexual.”
“Boobs aren’t really sexual.” Bora shrugged, turning the hairdryer back on.
“But the guy will still wank over them!” Siyeon took the opportunity to yell, getting more annoyed at the mental image in her head.
Bora sighed, turning off the hairdryer again.
”Siyeon, news flash, they wank over the foot pics too, and everything else we do anyway,” she argued back and Siyeon repeatedly ran her fingers through her hair, not looking at Bora.
“$400 each doesn’t cover all the costs here and you know that,” Bora pointed out. “Be happy both of our parents are paying for the tuition fee.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Siyeon mumbled and put her headphones on, already scrolling through her Spotify playlists, trying to find that specific angsty rock one.
In a flash, Bora appeared in front of her, kneeling on each side of Siyeon's leg. She reached over and pulled down the headphones that were blasting music into Siyeon’s ears.
“Can we not argue about this, please,” Bora softly asked, contrasting the loud music that could still be heard. “I can do whatever I want with my body.”
Siyeon groaned at Bora’s words but also her obliviousness these two years. Siyeon was at her tipping point. She couldn't take it any longer.
“I know, and I’m not trying to tell you what to do, what I want to say is-”
“You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” Bora cut her off, rubbing her cheek with her thumb, making Siyeon’s brain short-circuit. Confessing now would be embarrassing with her cheeks burning red.
Siyeon looked up, meeting her eyes. For a brief second, she caught Bora staring at her lips. Or maybe she just imagined that.
“Just be careful.”
“Of course.” Bora grinned and messed up Siyeon’s hair a bit before getting off and disappearing back into the bathroom.
Siyeon shut her eyes and exhaled, putting her headphones back on, letting the music distract her from her thoughts.
--
This went on for the next two weeks.
Siyeon kept telling Bora to keep the money she made, but Bora didn’t want to hear any of it.
“We started this together, we have a joint account, we share the money, end of discussion.“
Weirdly enough, Siyeon began getting used to it.
She got used to Bora being on her phone then suddenly standing up and going to the bathroom. She got used to hearing the phone camera clicking sounds. She got used to Bora proudly showing her the new bras she bought. Even the lacy ones that Siyeon had to suppress wild thoughts about.
She began getting used to the idea of Bora never being hers. Or better yet, she began getting used to the idea of being a coward and never confessing.
Sitting at the bench on campus, she shut her laptop so the blank Word Office page would stop staring at her. Her head was a mess lately and the unfinished assignments were just piling up.
She laughed tiredly at herself for getting so stirred up about her crush sending anonymous people pictures of her breasts for money.
Siyeon, even if she was your girlfriend, you couldn’t control her. It’s her body. It’s her decision. Stop being so jealous.
She hit her head against the table knowing it was easier said than done.
“Stop hitting your head, you won’t get any smarter.”
Siyeon didn’t even need to lift her head to know it was Bora. She could picture her bright smile that killed her each time a bit more.
“Hello to you too.”
“What are you doing?”
Thinking about my painful crush on you.
“Nothing.”
“I can see that,” Bora snorted, making Siyeon smile and lift her head.
“What did you want to talk about?” Siyeon questioned trying to read Bora’s face. She had received her text that they needed to meet up about something as soon as possible. Siyeon was curious about it, but also a little scared. Bora was unpredictable.
“Did you check today’s messages on our Twitter account?”
Siyeon shook her head. “If it’s another crazy idea…”
“Well,” Bora dragged it out and put her hands together, “We may got ourselves a sugar mommy.”
Siyeon stared at her before her brain told her she in fact heard correctly.
“Bora, no.”
“Siyeon, yes.”
“Just shut up for a second!” Bora pulled on the sleeve of Siyeon’s hoodie since she started to bicker about how much of a bad idea it was.
“Look at this.” Bora slid her phone over.
Siyeon picked it up and began reading the private message they got sent. Her eyes were getting wider and wider as she read through.
“$4000 for a night together?!” Siyeon’s jaw was hanging low as she spoke those words out loud. Was she dreaming? Was this actually happening?
“Four. Fucking. Thousand.” Bora clapped her hands together at each word.
“Two thousand each, fuck...” Siyeon put her hand over her mouth.
“Quick maths!” Bora laughed.
Siyeon scrolled further reading Bora's and the woman's conversation.
“We can get started with the fun right away. Of course, if you want to.”
“Oh, we do, don’t worry.”
“Can’t wait to meet you both.”
“We will look our best just for you.”
The woman left her address and already paid them $1000 in advance as a bonus to keep quiet about her identity.
Kim Minji.
Siyeon stared at the picture she sent; black see-through lingerie with the straps falling off her smooth shoulders, and a smirk that barely made the top part of the picture.
“No, Siyeon spoke and shook her head, getting rid of the dirty ideas in her head that arrived upon seeing the picture. “I can’t do it.”
“What?” The shiny dollar signs in Bora's eyes disappeared as she blinked and her smile quickly dropped. “Siyeon, this is huge!”
"We can't just go to her place and have sex with her?!" Siyeon blurted out.
"Why not?"
“It’s dangerous.”
“Well, lucky you, I’m prepared. I tracked her down as much as I could.” Bora took out a paper from her pocket.
“Kim Minji, 27, CEO of the rising business company named Cherry. Her father is a successful businessman, owning multiple businesses across the country. Her mother is the marketing genius behind it all.”
Siyeon's eyes drifted between the phone and Bora trying to find more proof why this was crazy.
“She took a risk messaging us in the first place, we could easily blackmail her,” Bora said and played with the paper. “But I guess she was smart enough to figure out we wouldn’t.”
"So you would have a threesome with that woman and me, without hesitation?"
Bora stared back at her biting her lip knowing Siyeon would eventually ask directly.
"Look, I know it's weird because we're friends..."
Friends.
"...but this is so good Siyeon, think of the potential."
Siyeon placed the phone down and rubbed her face.
Deep down she knew what Bora was saying was true. They wouldn't have to worry about the money anymore. Food, textbooks, and all other expenses would be covered. Hell, they would even have extra money to spend on whatever else, like that electric guitar she always wanted.
The more she thought about it the better it seemed but then she began feeling seriously light-headed at the sheer idea of getting to see Bora naked and getting intimate with her and another woman.
Bora’s mouth was moving as she kept talking and explaining, but Siyeon couldn’t understand a word. Her brain was projecting images of what it imagined Bora’s body looked like with her hands all over it.
“Alright, fuck it,” Siyeon said after a while of debating.
“...uncomfortable and I would never force- Huh?” Bora stopped mid-sentence, raising her eyebrows.
“I said, let’s do it,” Siyeon repeated herself and Bora ran around the table jumping onto Siyeon hugging her.
She hugged her back as they giggled together about all the money they would earn.
God, what have I agreed on?
--
The more time went on, the more nervous Siyeon became.
She couldn't focus on studying, she would pace around the room for hours when Bora wasn't there and at times when she was, Siyeon would peek at her from her bed trying to come up with the best excuse not to go.
She wondered how much worse she would feel if she were a virgin, but at least she got that covered by her high school days.
The day of the meeting seemed so far away and yet so close. Time wasn't real, and Siyeon thought she would throw up the more she thought about it.
She tried to calm herself down, but nothing was helping. This was worse than those high school oral exams or any job interviews. She almost wished Bora didn't tell her about the meeting and just dragged her along on that day. It would save her a lot of nerves.
As days passed by, Bora didn't talk much about it. Almost as if it wasn't happening, and it was driving Siyeon insane. How could she be so calm about it? Was she just more confident, more experienced? Or she just didn't have a bad crush on Siyeon as Siyeon had on her?
That thought hurt more than anything else. Siyeon already pictured the scenario. She could see Bora's lips forming an 'oh’. She could hear her voice, the expected rejection, and carefully crafted words not to hurt her feelings too badly.
She put down the papers she wasn't even reading and looked over at her roommate. Bora was lying on her tummy, her fists pressed into her cheeks, eyes busy looking at the laptop screen while her little legs were moving back and forth slowly.
Siyeon thought the scene was so cute she wanted to scream into her pillow.
To her, Bora was the perfect girlfriend to have.
Siyeon was attracted to her the day Bora opened the door to welcome her new roommate. She was simply gorgeous. One of the prettiest girls Siyeon laid her eyes upon.
Her physical features weren't the only thing irresistible about her. Bora was the most loving and caring person ever. Her confidence was admirable even though she would often overstep it into the cocky zone, but all in good fun. She was hilarious and there was never a dull moment with her. But she also knew when to be serious and give the best advice on whatever topic.
Siyeon didn't want to lose someone like her. The day they would finish college, life would take them different places and she wouldn't see her as often as she would like to.
"Why are you staring?" Bora questioned, her eyes not leaving the screen.
Siyeon wheezed and smiled looking away. "Sorry, I zoned out."
"Can't blame you, I would look at myself too."
Siyeon smirked. Cocky zone.
"Are you ready for tonight?" Bora asked, now finally looking at Siyeon.
"Yeah," Siyeon lied and shrugged brushing it off as if it wasn’t that big of a deal. As if her stomach wasn’t doing back flips inside of her. As if her body didn’t heat up just thinking about it.
"Do you think we should perhaps see each other naked here so it's easier?"
Siyeon choked on her spit and sat up coughing.
"No, um, I'm good." Siyeon laughed awkwardly and Bora just nodded getting back to her work.
They didn't talk much for the rest of the day which only made Siyeon's nerves bigger.
She was cutting her fingernails short and briefly caught Bora watching her before returning to her task of putting on makeup.
Siyeon tried not to overthink all these looks Bora would sometimes give her. But she would lie if she said she didn't hang onto a tiny bit of hope that Bora felt the same.
7 pm was go-time. Siyeon's legs wouldn't stop bouncing as they took the subway to take them to the area of the location.
"Can you stop, you're making me nervous," Bora spoke, exhaling and fixing her hair.
"Sorry," Siyeon muttered, standing up and locking her arm around the handrail. The subway wasn't busy for a change.
"We're really doing this, huh?" Bora swallowed the lump in her throat. Her facade dropped and Siyeon could tell she was shitting it as much as she was.
"Yeah, crazy," Siyeon added and sighed. They were just two dumb college students who were just looking for easy money. This could either go terribly wrong or miraculously right.
Both of their minds were racing with thoughts as they walked in silence through the rich neighborhood.
"Maybe we should have called a taxi," Bora groaned and kept looking down at her phone.
“What if it’s a set-up? What if we get kidnaped?” Siyeon asked, looking around in the dark, quiet streets. They were surrounded by big, tall gates and walls that all looked the same. Siyeon thought modern architecture often lacked something. Sure, it was pretty but too plain, too clean, too soulless.
“Siyeon, calm down, there’s no going back now," Bora said, walking ahead of Siyeon and looking around trying to spot the house number.
Siyeon's eyes dropped to Bora's backside, and the thoughts about architecture were soon replaced by reality. There was that feeling again. The feeling of throwing up because it was happening. In a few hours, she would be having sex with Bora and that woman Kim Minji.
Sudden heat got to the back of Siyeon's neck and she unzipped her jacket feeling the night's cold breeze freshen her up a bit. The more they walked the worse she felt.
"This has to be it," Bora breathed out in relief.
"Bora, I have to tell you something." At this point, Siyeon was sweating and feeling she might have a fever.
"Number 103-B." Bora checked her phone again, confirming the address.
"Bora, please," Siyeon begged. Her voice was shaky and her chest was rising rapidly due to her breathing quickening.
"Just a second," Bora said, lifting her hand, spotting the camera and call button in the stone wall next to the gate.
"Bora, I have a crush on you!"
Bora's finger was hovering over the already pressed button. She was frozen in place as she heard those words. She slowly turned around to look at Siyeon's pale terrified face.
Siyeon swallowed the fear in her throat seeing Bora’s unreadable facial expression.
"Hello?" a pleasant voice of a woman spoke from the speaker.