All characters and settings in this book are entirely fictional and do not relate to any real persons, organisations, or situations.
For an ordinary office worker, Friday evening was a sacred time, not to be spent lightly.
Misol had vowed to burn the night away with alcohol, having gritted her teeth and waited all week for this moment.
In truth, it wasn’t just about gritting her teeth — she had been through an incredibly tough time. Her boyfriend had broken up with her last Sunday night, and since then, life hadn’t felt like life at all.
It was wonderful to celebrate their 100th day together with a trip to a distant place overlooking the ocean in Busan. Seeing the beautiful ocean, staying at a fairly expensive hotel, and even enjoying a relaxing bath — up until that point, she had been happy...
“What’s this?”
Her boyfriend, tilting his head as he looked at Misol’s bare body, couldn’t hide the uneasy expression on his face.
"Why? Is something wrong...?"
When Misol asked carefully, her boyfriend shifted his eyes stiffly and gave an awkward smile.
“Well… to be honest, I didn’t know your breasts were this small.”
A cold silence settled between them. Her boyfriend, finally snapping out of it, tried to salvage the situation, saying that he still loved her.
Once the mood had settled a bit, he began an uncomfortable kind of foreplay, awkwardly smearing saliva over her body. Misol felt nothing, so much so that she was nearly yawning, but she tried to endure it with the power of love.
But a few moments later, her boyfriend looked sullenly at his lifeless member and cleared his throat.
“Ah… It’s not usually like this…”
Her boyfriend’s penis, black as if smeared with jjajang (black bean) sauce, showed no sign of arousal no matter how long she looked. Limp and wrapped in its skin, it hung there like a dead silkworm pupa.
Buried beneath a thick patch of hair, it was hardly visible. It was that small, but Misol had always been generous when it came to size.
After all, what mattered was the heart.
"Ah… I think it’s not getting hard because your breasts are small… Sorry."
Until her boyfriend started spouting bullshit, she still had a tolerance as vast as the Pacific Ocean.
“…What?”
"I mean, I didn’t realise it was all padding."
"It’s not padding! It’s the built-in cup that comes with the bra. Everyone wears this much!"
"Sorry. Your breasts are too small, so I can’t feel anything."
Her boyfriend, wearing a betrayed expression, was blaming her. Misol, unable to recover from the wave of shame, disappointment, and devastation, returned to Seoul.
The next day, she received a breakup message from her boyfriend. From then on, she endured a hellish week.
As soon as Friday arrived, Misol eagerly took it upon herself to become thoroughly drunk from the early evening onward.
“Ugh…”
With her backside pressed against the minibar, she tilted her soju glass, chewing over the agonising reason for the breakup.
Her childhood friend Yun Chawon lived here, and to her, it was a fortress. A laid-back place where she’d drop in now and then to drink and lounge around.
Tonight, even Chawon’s high school friend Taegun had joined in. Together, they shared drinks, comforting the dejected Misol over her heartbreak.
Despite the minibar’s well-stocked liquor fridge and wine cellar, the main offerings were soju and hot soup dishes.
“Ugh…”
The bitter soju hit Misol’s throat with a jolt. She licked her damp lips, rejecting even the side dishes.
It was bitter — so bitter. But what was even more bitter was life itself. Misol's eyes slowly crumpled with sorrow.
“What’s gotten into you, drinking like this all of a sudden?”
The one sitting to her right, refilling her empty glass, was Yun Chawon. He was Misol’s childhood friend for twenty years.
Chawon was five years older than Misol, though he didn’t look it. Despite his unassuming appearance, he was a fairly well-known businessman, wealthy enough to brag that every building in the area belonged to him.
Pale skin, red lips, slender fingers, a tall stature over 185 cm, and a lean, muscular build — he had the kind of body that people would call beautiful.
As a child, he was so delicate that people mistook him for a girl — he was even prettier than Misol. It would have been nice if he had stayed that way, but as he grew, his surging male hormones blended in at just the right proportions, turning him into quite an attractive man.
The delicate features of Chawon were something even Misol acknowledged. However, his filthy temper and promiscuity, which betrayed his beautiful appearance, were enough to make one's teeth grind in disgust.
Misol had suffered countless times because of Chawon's issues with women. There were moments when she was slapped for being mistaken as Chawon’s girlfriend, or when a woman dumped by Chawon clung to Misol's pant leg, so hard that her actual clothes tore.
Despite Chawon’s casual approach to relationships steadily wearing down his charm, strangely, people always swarmed around him. Even today, it was clear he had been rolling around somewhere since early evening, as the scent of women’s perfume lingered strongly around him.
"Bad bastard."
Drunk, she slurred her words and shed a small tear.
“He was the one who clung to me first.”
It was a workplace romance with her ex-boyfriend, of all people. Being in different teams was the only lucky thing about it. No, scratch that — what was lucky about it?
“So annoying.”
Although his appearance wasn't her type, it was her ex-boyfriend's kind and proactive affection that had made her heart waver...
"He’s dumping me because my boobs are small? What's wrong with my boobs?"
In the face of the unbearably harsh reality, Misol couldn’t help but burst into frustration. Earlier at the office, she had been researching breast augmentation, only to regain her composure and bang her head on the desk in disbelief.
When her manager saw that, didn’t he say that if she was that angry, she might as well just quit the company for good?
Misol felt wronged and heartbroken over how her daily life had been ruined because of that jerk.
“Ugh…”
The more she drank, the more her sadness began to surface.
“Yoo Misol, are you trying to drink yourself to death? Just open your throat and chug it straight from the bottle, then."
Chawon clicked his tongue, as if trying to pour soju on a burning house. Beside him, Taegun lit a cigarette and exhaled a weary sigh.
"Didn't I tell you that bastard was shady?"
Taegun had a supernatural sense of intuition. Perhaps because he worked as a prosecutor, he often demonstrated a razor-sharp insight that could send chills down their spine.
"Who could have known it would turn out like this?"
Misol mumbled, defending her past self, the one who had stood up to Taegun when he’d looked down on her ex, insisting he wasn’t that kind of person.
Just as expected, Taegun scoffed.
"How many people do you think are actually sane just because they look normal?"
"How am I supposed to know what's going on in someone's head?"
"Isn't it obvious when you look at them?"
On top of feeling miserable, Taegun was now seriously scolding Misol.
"If he's the type of bastard who blames a woman for his erectile dysfunction, that says it all. He's worthless. Breaking up with him was the right choice."
However, Taegun's words didn't quite resonate with her.
“Am I really that small?”
Sniffling, Misol cupped her breasts with both hands. She stared down at her chest, her vision blurred from the alcohol.
Since it was midsummer, the outline of her bra was clearly visible through her thin T-shirt. A full A-cup. Not just any A-cup, but a full one — and that was considered small?
She hadn’t even been wearing some ridiculously padded bra, yet because of that jerk who spoke as if he’d been deceived, her lifelong belief was shaken.
She had a small chest, but she didn’t think it was that small!
"I can't exactly say it's big."
She shot a glare at Chawon, who had unnecessarily butted in with an 'objective' comment.
"Hey. They're actually bigger when I take this off, okay? They're just compressed right now."
“I’m sure you know best."
"It’s true."
"But seriously, what’s so important about boobs? That psycho’s got a limp dick and he’s taking it out on you?"
"That's what I'm saying."
Sniffling, Misol emptied her glass once more, and Chawon quietly refilled it. However, the corners of his lips were slightly upturned. He seemed to find the situation somewhat amusing.
Misol tried her best to shake off her concerns about her childhood friend's bad nature.
“At this rate, what if I die without ever doing it, even once?”
She thought she might finally have sex, but once again, she couldn’t. Even though the jerk was trash, a deep sense of regret about the sex lingered.
“If you just want to lose your V-card, want me to introduce you to a decent guy?”
Chawon asked with a grin.
“Should I, really?”
Normally, Misol would have glared at Chawon and told him to shut up, but instead, she muttered gloomily. At 29, she still had no experience with sex.
Though others may not have been in relationships, they claimed to have at least experienced sex. The person who had only been in relationships but never had sex was Misol.
She had a few boyfriends, but each time, they either broke up before having sex or after things didn’t work out when they tried.
At this point, it felt like some kind of bad luck was at play.
“Maybe my body just isn’t attractive.”
Now, she had sunk into a state of self-contempt.
"Yoo Misol, honestly, with a face like yours, your body alone is enough to blow guys away. You don’t even need to show cleavage — you’re already a total knockout."
“Is that supposed to be comforting?”
"Shit, a guy’s brain only runs on two thoughts: is she pretty or not."
Misol looked at Chawon skeptically.
This was coming from the guy who once said her face looked like it had been pounded in a mortar.
Well, with a face like his, it probably made everyone else’s face look like crushed garlic.
"And as for your body, it's enough as it is. What more do you want? That bastard is just an idiot."
“…Am I really pretty?”
As Misol opened her eyes wide, Chawon smiled faintly and gently wiped the corner of Misol's mouth.
"Yeah. You're really pretty. Can you trust what Oppa is saying?"
“Be honest. Yun Chawon, did you do something wrong to me?”
There was no way he would say such nice things — telling her she was pretty or that her body wasn’t bad — unless he had some hidden agenda.
They were childhood friends, sure, but their relationship was one full of insults and jabs. They were the type to go at each other like they couldn’t stand to be in the same room.
"If you keep saying 'you' to Oppa, our Misol will get scolded."
“Don’t make me laugh. I don’t even have the energy to smile.”
She scoffed at Yun Chawon, who was absurdly trying to act like an oppa, then emptied her glass again. Still, this kind of comfort felt surprisingly welcome today.
Perhaps it was the alcohol giving her courage — or maybe she was just going crazy. When her eyes were half-lidded, she spoke while looking at Chawon.
"Then, Chawon, can you check for me to see if it's really okay?"
“What?”
"Since you're a guy, you should know whether I'm attractive as a woman."
“What are you talking about?”
"Whether my boobs are really that small, or... whether I'm not attractive enough, take a good look, you idiot."
Even though she knew she was talking nonsense, Misol couldn’t stop herself. Chawon, who should have responded with 'What the hell are you talking about?', was looking at her with a complicated gaze.
"How can I know just by looking at your chest like this? Try taking it off and I’ll see."
“Huh, what?”
“Take off your T-shirt. That’s the only way I’ll be able to see properly."
It seemed like the scent of alcohol was wafting from Chawon’s red lips.
"Ah, right. I guess I should take it off."
Misol, nodding slowly, reeked of alcohol.
“Neither of you seems to be thinking clearly.”
Misol ignored Taegun’s softly spoken words and, locking eyes with Chawon, tilted her head slightly.
“Here?”
“Do whatever feels comfortable for you. If Taegun’s bothering you, should we move to another room?”
“Yun Chawon, Yoo Misol.”
Taegun’s low sigh carried a trace of exhaustion.
Usually, when Chawon caused trouble, Misol would clean it up. When Misol made a mistake, Chawon would fix it. And when both of them messed up at the same time, Taegun would step in to resolve the situation.
It had already been over five years since Taegun got to know them, and in that time, they’d been through all sorts of things. The history of the three was truly colourful, but it was always Taegun who ended up doing all the hard work.
"You probably don't know this, but when we were kids, we used to bathe together naked."
When Taegun tried to stop them, Chawon shamelessly brushed it off.
"That’s ancient history."
"Hmm, like when we were five?"
"If you're drunk, just cut it out and go to sleep."
Taegun shot Chaweon a disapproving look.
In fact, Chaweon wasn’t actually drunk. He let out a quiet chuckle.
"We need to help our Misol get over her heartbreak. Let’s objectively assess to what extent it is and help her."
Taegun's jaw twitched. Even though he knew he was saying crazy things...
“Aren’t you curious too?”
At Chawon’s outrageous nonsense, Taegun felt an involuntary reaction stirring below. A sly smile briefly played across Chawon’s lips.
Taegun pressed his temple with his stiff finger. He knew he should stop him, but that guy wasn't the type to listen once he started.
Above all, Misol was kneading her own breasts, trying to gauge their size.
"Mmm, Chawon, can’t you see it now?"
After taking a moment to collect his thoughts, Taegun reluctantly gave in.
"If you're going to do it, do it right here in front of me."
Chawon let out a low, intrigued hum, as if finding it amusing. Taegun's eyebrows furrowed.
"Who knows what the two of you might do. If you mess up while drinking, I'm the one who ends up dealing with the consequences."
"Bullshit. This bastard can't even be honest."
Chawon clicked his tongue in disapproval. He was beginning to get a vague sense of why Jang Taegun was wasting time on such a trivial matter.
Even Taegun, who had been the most reasonable until now, had finally lost it. With his arms crossed, he gave an arrogant glance, signalling that he would join in as well.
“Go ahead.”
"Take it off. Your Oppas will take a good look at you."
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