166 - Wireless On**ole

The next morning, I woke up feeling a bit stiff. As I lay in bed fiddling with my phone, I heard the flush of a toilet from the adjacent room. "Hye Yoon must be awake too," I mused. Although we often called or texted each other, there were times, like these, when the ambient sounds of daily life hinted at each other's presence. With Hye Yoon around, an idea dawned on me. I decided to suggest that we head to the gym together to loosen up a bit. The call didn't ring long before a cheerful voice came through the speaker. "Hey, Oppa." "Are you busy right now?" "Hmm... I was just about to head to the gym. Do you want to come with?" "That's exactly what I was going to suggest. Perfect timing." Hye Yoon let out a small laugh, seemingly pleased by our shared thought. Relieved that I made the call, I wrapped up the conversation. "I'll get ready quickly and meet you in the hallway in about 10 minutes." "Alright. No rush. Take care of everything you need to." After the call ended, I headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. I figured I'd need to wash up again after working out, but I couldn't present myself to her with my current appearance and likely odor. I briskly washed up, just enough to make myself presentable. Once dressed, I stepped into the hallway where Yoon Hye Yoon was already waiting. "You're quick. Did you wait long?" "No, I just got here too." Come to think of it, I don't recall hearing her door close. She must have been waiting since I started showering. Maybe she hurried out due to excitement or was just being considerate of my time. I even questioned whether I needed to have hurriedly washed up. Whether she knew my thoughts or not, Yoon Hye Yoon stood there beaming at me. Truly adorable. "Oppa, you smell nice. Did you just wash up?" She immediately noticed, leaning into my chest and taking a deep sniff. Her gesture naturally brought my hand up to stroke her soft, wavy brown hair. After a brief pause, I answered her question. "I called right after I woke up. I figured I was smelling pretty bad." "But that's the good kind of smell—your strong natural scent." There's a saying that one can't smell their own scent. I suppose I'll never know. Instead, I wrapped my arm around her waist. "Shall we?" "Yes!" The sun was glaringly bright—more intense than just glaring—making us sweat and feel exhausted even after a short walk. Yoon Hye Yoon, too, was waving her short-sleeved shirt to cool down her flushed face. "Hey, Hye Yoon, do you have time next weekend?" "Next weekend? Hmm... No, nothing in particular. Why?" "I'm planning a trip with A Young and you. How about it?" "Really?" Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at me, revealing her excited anticipation. "A Young finishes her shoot this Sunday, so we're thinking of going next week. I've already made the reservations, so all we need to do is pay." "Wow! Where are we going? The beach? A valley?" "I've booked a pension in the mountains. There's a small outdoor pool, so we can play in the water too." "We absolutely must go!" Yoon Hye Yoon clung to my arm, snuggling against me. Luckily, there weren't any people around. Otherwise, we might have been subjected to pointing fingers or snapped pictures. Still, I felt pleased, so I let her be. "Then I'll chip in for the cost." "No, no. It's on me this time. You and A Young just focus on having fun." "Then I feel bad..." "The way you're clutching my arm makes up for it." "Really?" Yoon Hye Yoon tightened her grip, pressing even closer until her chest was snug against my arm. This continued all the way into the gym. "Oh dear, I was suspicious lately, but I see I was right." "Ha ha.. Hello." The female staff member at the gym greeted us with a knowing smile. Although her tone was teasing, she likely knew all along. Ever since we started working out side by side, spending time together at the gym, the rumor—though not without basis—had spread that we might be dating. Even without concrete evidence, people had kept it under wraps, but our current display of closeness put all doubts to rest. "You two look good together. Just remember, no excessive PDA in the gym." "Of course, we know." With that somewhat ambiguous response, we stepped inside and began our usual workout routine. We were in full swing, sweating profusely, when a sudden crash accompanied by Yoon Hye Yoon's scream interrupted us. "Ouch..! It hurts...!" She was clutching her fingers, causing me to drop what I was holding and rush over. "What happened? Are you okay?" "My hand slipped, and I dropped a dumbbell on my fingers..." Gently opening her hand, I noticed that her knuckles were swollen and trembling slightly. Supportively, I helped her to her feet. "We need to head to the hospital immediately." "Okay..." We caught a taxi and quickly arrived at the hospital. After registering, it wasn't long before they called her name. Waiting in the lobby for several minutes, she emerged with her fingers in a splint. "What did the doctor say? Are you going to be okay?" "They said the ligament is slightly strained, but I'll recover soon." "Soon? How long?" "About... 4 to 5 days?" "Well, at least that's a relief. It won't interfere with our trip." "I'm sorry for worrying you... I should've been more careful." She sighed, continually gazing at her fingers. I gave her a reassuring pat on the back. Deciding that the day's workout was over, we headed home. With her good hand, Yoon Hye Yoon clutched her bag, but I promptly took it from her. "Let me carry that." "Oh... Sorry. I got too excited about the trip." There was no need to apologize. Her repeated apologies were starting to make me feel uneasy. "If you're sorry, just focus on getting better. You look much better with a smile, so let's see more of that, okay?" "Okay." We reached home, and I returned her bag, entering our respective rooms. Time alone would probably aid in her recovery. After a quick wash, I was resting when the doorbell rang. Ding dong. I didn't need to guess to know it was Yoon Hye Yoon. Peeking through the peephole confirmed it. I opened the door. "What's up? Are you still in pain?" "No, the pain has subsided quite a bit. But now there's another issue..." "What issue?" "When I told my parents about the ligament injury, they asked me to come home." "They must be really worried. How long will you be staying?" "They seem set on keeping me there until this cast comes off. They're coming to get me tomorrow since they're busy today." "In person?" "Yes. Since I injured my hand, they don’t want me carrying any bags." Her parents, huh? Maybe this is a chance to make a good impression. As I pondered, Yoon Hye Yoon preempted my train of thought. "Oh, and even if you see me tomorrow, you need to pretend you don't know me, okay?" "What? Why?" "Being an only child, they're very protective. The moment they find out about us..." She shuddered, leaving her sentence unfinished, but I could easily guess the end. They might insist I move out or question if this is halfway to cohabiting. "I suppose we have no choice. If we mess this up, she might have to move far away." "I think the same. I might even end up stuck at home all break." Neither of us wanted that. Although I was disappointed, I agreed not to see her off. If worst comes to worst, I could always greet them from a distance. "Do you want to come inside? I've kept you standing for too long." "Oh, it's fine." Does she have something else to do? Just as I was about to say goodbye, sensing her reluctance. "Do you have more to say?" "Well... Oppa, you know I'm right-handed, right?" "Of course I do." She gestured with her cast-bound hand, releasing a peculiar scent of medicinal spray. Gingerly touching it, she spoke softly. "Since I injured my hand, I can't do my daily tasks... Could you stay with me until tomorrow?" "Uh...?" "Until tomorrow morning." Her clear, innocent eyes stirred something within me. Though I had already planned to help, her gaze was all it took to seal it. Besides, since she'll be at her parent's for a few days, I won't see her for a while. About to agree, her mention of daily tasks being impossible snagged my attention. "Does that include eating?" "Feed me, please." "Bathroom?" "Help me undress." "What about bedtime?" "Cuddle me." As though she were a child, she requested everything. Her confident tone made me chuckle. "Wait a bit. I need to grab a few things." I quickly headed to my room to gather some essentials. I then moved to her room, laying out our agenda. "We can't spend the whole day together. I have a shift from 6 to 9 PM." "That's alright. As long as you're here now and later at night, I'm happy. I don't want to disrupt your life." "Alright, alright. First..." Checking the time, I realized it was 2 PM, much later than I anticipated. I had thought we'd go to the gym in the morning and have lunch together, but the unexpected mishap derailed our plans. Both hungry from missing lunch, I decided that we needed to eat. Heading towards the kitchen, I asked, "I'll make us some lunch. Do you have any leftovers?" "Before that..." She nudged her thighs inward and turned her head toward the bathroom. It was obvious what she needed without her saying a word. I approached and crouched in front of her. She still had a faint, sweet scent from sweat. As I gently removed her pants, her partially damp underwear came into view. A heady aroma that could cloud a man's mind surrounded us. "Do you feel like you might...?" "Yes. I've been holding it since we were at the hospital." "Let's get you to the bathroom then." In the cramped space, she stood before me, waiting for assistance to remove the rest. I hooked my hands into the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down. The fabric resisted until the very end, clinging to her as if reluctant to part. Sitting swiftly on the toilet, she placed both hands over her lower abdomen, obscuring anything from sight. At this point, it seemed a pointless gesture. Watching her, I smiled. "Aren't you going to let it out?" "There won't be any accidents... Please don’t," she pleaded softly. But her tense thighs continued to quiver, releasing nothing. "Still holding back?" Finally, I tried a playful tactic, moving my thumb to a sensitive spot.