Bamboo Forest Manager

103 – 103. Same Situation, Different Reactions

When I realized that Chan-woo had intentionally given up his seat, I wanted to talk to him, but we didn’t have time to be alone.

In this small room, there were three people together, so where would there be an opportunity for two people to talk separately?

So, I gave up halfway and just let it go.

I made a subtle expression as I ate the cheese dakgalbi with added noodles.

“Is it good?”

Just like Yoo Ah-rin said.

I was a little surprised because it was more delicious than I thought.

“Hey! What’s so good about this! Daddy doesn’t like this kind of thing!”

Yoo Ah-rin’s expression, which was soaked in triumph, was so unpleasant that I pretended not to like it.

“Oh, no fun.”

“This place is delicious.”

Yoo Ah-rin and Jung Chan-woo were ignoring me as they ate their own food.

“I’m going to go smoke a cigarette.”

When the atmosphere had mellowed out a bit while drinking beer. Chan-woo went outside, saying he would smoke a cigarette.

“I’ll show you the smoking area.”

Thinking it was an opportunity, I was about to get up, but Chan-woo quickly refused and sat me down.

“No, I know.”

“……”

“I’ll be back soon, so just drink together.”

Why don’t you think you’ll be back soon?

Those words lingered in my mouth, but in the end, I had no choice but to let it go because of Yoo Ah-rin’s gaze, who was staring at us and gulping down canned beer.

Thud.

The door closed.

“Is that kid thinking something strange right now?”

Yoo Ah-rin’s heavy words.

I thought her speech was rough because she was drunk, but when I looked at her face, it wasn’t.

In short, it meant that Yoo Ah-rin was in a bad mood.

“Like the bathroom just now, and the feeling of intentionally giving up his seat?”

I nodded my head with a relaxed mind as I watched her grumble about the udon noodles.

“I think so. He didn’t seem to poop in the bathroom just now.”

“Oh, sh*t. Don’t eat.”

Yoo Ah-rin kicked me with her foot as she got annoyed. It didn’t hurt, but it felt strangely dirty.

“Oh, Chan-woo, that kid. It’s annoying that he’s thinking strange things.”

I agreed with Yoo Ah-rin, who was grumbling as she emptied another can of beer.

“Ugh, me too. It’s really bad that he’s trying to connect you and me for no reason.”

“I’m really sorry.”

Hmm?

“It’s bullsh*t, I’m sorry.”

When I looked sideways, wondering what she was talking about, Yoo Ah-rin looked at me at the same time.

“No matter where I look, don’t you feel sorry for me? Look, my body is slim, so it’s well-defined. I’m flexible and resilient from exercising, and I can even do windmills.”

I thought I was being pushed a little because of the windmill, but when I thought about it again, it wasn’t.

“Rather than being slim, you’re just nothing special. Look at me. I’m well-mannered, gentle, and considerate.”

“Look at you talking about the same thing three times because you have nothing to say.”

Did I get caught?

Just as Yoo Ah-rin said, I just kept repeating the same three words.

“Besides, you’re not considerate at all. Where the hell are you considerate? You just live as you please.”

She’s sharper than I thought, but if I back down here, I’ll become a man who’s inferior to Yoo Ah-rin.”You’re here drinking with me because I care about you. I had the caretaker let you in because you kept writing that you were bored in the bamboo forest.”

“Wow, look at how shameless you are. You’re just Kim Shameless.”

“You’re really no fun.”

As we chattered away, we finished another can of beer. Our conversation had quickly turned into a competition to outdo each other.

“Your good point? You just live by your instincts and don’t care about others’ opinions? Isn’t that the only one?”

“Me? I live by my instincts? This is bullsh*t… Who lives as disciplined as I do?”

Just look at the inquiries in the bamboo forest chatroom. There are several inquiries from Anonymous69 asking for a room, but you’re telling me I’m living by my instincts? When Choi Iseo came to my house, I showed great self-control by holding back even though I didn’t have a condom. If Yoo Ah-rin had seen that, she would have given me a standing ovation for being a gentleman.

“You touched my breasts.”

“……”

Damn it. She always makes me speechless.

“I didn’t know they were breasts.”

Maybe it was because I was drunk, but I blurted out something rude. But at this point, it wasn’t a big deal between Yoo Ah-rin and me.

In fact, Yoo Ah-rin snorted and took a sip of her beer.

“Bullsh*t. I remember you were breathing hard because you were so excited.”

“……Hey, wait a minute. But you were the one who made me touch them. And I didn’t do anything more than that.”

Come to think of it, that’s true. Didn’t I end up resisting and saying no?

At my words, Yoo Ah-rin immediately put her lips back on the beer can she had just finished. I guess she had nothing to say.

“That’s where it ends, Yoo Ah-rin. In the end, you have nothing to say. Kim Woo-jin is almost a saint. He has the self-control of a monk.”

As I chuckled and continued to tease her, Yoo Ah-rin finally couldn’t take it anymore and reached out to grab both sides of my face.

“This bastard…”

She gritted her teeth and growled as if she had suddenly become competitive. I couldn’t tell if her face was flushed because she was drunk or just embarrassed.

“Come on! Do it!”

Then, she grabbed my hand and put it on her chest.

It was the same situation as last time.

Before I knew it, I had my hand on Yoo Ah-rin’s ample bosom.

Of course, since it was winter and she was wearing thick clothes and underwear, it was mostly an artificial sensation.

But the squishy feeling I felt through the gap made my heart pound just like last time.

However.

There was one thing that was different from that time.

“……Hee-hee.”

It was Yoo Ah-rin’s expression.

It was different from the disinterested gaze she had given me last time. Back then, I had taken my hand away because I felt like it was a physical contact without any emotional connection.

But now.

“Hee, hee.”

Her cheeks were flushed.

Her eyes were slightly moist.

It was a moment when I felt both fear and… a little bit of anticipation for what was to come.

I flinched.

Before I knew it, both of my hands were cupping her breasts.

“Ugh… hoo-hoo.”

Yoo Ah-rin’s body shook slightly as I squeezed her breasts with one hand, letting out a faint moan mixed with the smell of alcohol. Embarrassed that she had made such a sound without realizing it, she quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth, but my hands wouldn’t budge from her chest.

It was tempting.Not only that, it’s addictive.

The moment when it seemed like it would last forever and if I did more here, I would cross some other line.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Woojin-ah, the door’s locked.”

Chanwoo’s voice could be heard outside the door.

“Whoa! sh*t!”

As I got up, I rolled over and fell backwards thanks to Yuarin, who kicked me in the chest at the same time.

The guy who ran straight to the bathroom.

“……”

I wanted to stay on the floor forever. I wanted to fall asleep right now and forget what I had just done.

“Woojin-ah? Arin-ah?”

If it wasn’t for Chanwoo’s voice coming from outside.

I slowly got up and bent my back slightly. I didn’t want to show that my lower body was weak.

“Come in.”

When I opened the door, Chanwoo smiled and took off the padding he was wearing.

“Where’s Arin?”

“……Bathroom.”

“I asked for nothing.”

As I sat down again and ate the remaining dakgalbi, Yuarin came out of the bathroom.

Yuarin still had a red face, and she put her arm on the bathroom door and looked at me.

“Ki, Kim Woojin level.”

She let out a defiant laugh.

“That b*tch…”

* * *

Fortunately, or perhaps strangely, the drinking party continued thanks to Yuarin, who had returned to her original self.

As time went on, of course, we couldn’t let Yuarin sleep at our house, so we put her in a taxi and sent her home.

Chanwoo decided to sleep at our house. I didn’t have any part-time jobs tomorrow, Friday, and I wanted to finish the rest of the alcohol.

But maybe because there was no food, the atmosphere wasn’t very good.

It could also be because Yuarin left and the atmosphere was a little down.

“Woojin-ah.”

While we were drinking beer and chatting, Chanwoo called me carefully.

I had waited for a time when we were alone, but now that it was here, I was worried again.

“Yeah?”

As I answered and raised my head, Chanwoo was staring at me. When he’s drunk, he looks handsome even when he’s staring at me.

But I could tell he was a good guy.

Because.

“Please take care of Arin.”

He was smiling.

“From what I can see, Arin seems to like you.”

“What are you talking about?”

I drank my beer while denying it, but Chanwoo laughed instead.

“No, really.”

“Ha, Chanwoo-ya. Why did you come today?”

Even if it was Yuarin, I wanted to know why Chanwoo came with her. I heard that Chanwoo asked to come.

“Just… I wanted to see you.”

Chanwoo, who took a sip of his beer, nodded slightly and came to a conclusion on his own.

“Yeah, I guess I wanted to see you.”

“What?”

“Who Arin is seeing now.”

“……”

“Okay, now. I think I can break up with her for sure. I think I can meet someone else too.”

I felt sorry for Chanwoo, who said he was relieved and thanked me. But putting an apology in his mouth would only make him more miserable.

“So you did all that crap today to make things work out between Yuarin and me? We both noticed.”When I playfully scolded him, Chan-woo honestly admitted that it was a useless thing to do.

“Whether you like Arin or not… that’s something for you and Arin to decide. It has nothing to do with me. I’m sorry I was such a pain in the ass.”

“If you say it like that, it makes it sound like it was weird for me to help you.”

“But I asked you to help me.”

Chan-woo’s smile, as he took a sip of his drink, felt like he was comforting me.

“I don’t know what will happen in the future, but don’t make it too hard on yourself. Arin is my friend.”

Friend.

It was a word that settled heavily. It was the end of emotions, the end of a relationship.

“You’re my friend too.”

Chan-woo smiled and handed me a can of beer.

“To the friendship of the three of us.”

Looking at the can of beer he handed me, I laughed hollowly and took a big gulp.

“To the girls Chan-woo will make cry in the future.”

“Hey.”

Was he offended?

“Then to the Chan-woo who will have no days off in the future.”

“……to that.”

Damn it, you bastard.

He’s not denying it.