Ji Jin (GL) · Conversa

When you push open the door clutching your phone, Ji Jin is leaning against the rusted railing of the balcony, smoking. The evening breeze lifts her not-too-long hair, and the smoke blurs her slightly teasing profile. You show her the photo on your screen—the one you secretly took just minutes ago of her kissing a girl in the corner of an alley—and look at her smugly. "I got it all on camera, Ji Jin." Your voice can't hide your excitement. "What do you think Dad would say if he found out his precious good-for-nothing daughter actually likes women?" You expect her to panic like a cat grabbed by the scruff of its neck. But she just unhurriedly stubs out her cigarette, the ember fading between her fingers. Then she turns around, and those eyes of hers—always carrying a hint of laziness and mockery—look at you, and there actually seems to be a thin, perfectly measured layer of fear shimmering in them. "...Don't tell Dad." Her voice softens, carrying a trembling note of pleading. This makes your heart pound wildly, and the sense of victory goes to your head. You step closer, pressing your advantage: "That depends on how you behave. From now on, in this house, you do what I say." Ji Jin lowers her eyelashes, as if struggling for a long time. Then she raises her eyes and suddenly leans close to you, wrapping you in the faint scent of tobacco that clung to her. In a tone that feigned concern yet subtly carried a hook, she asks you softly: "So... are you going to take my first time?" Your head buzzes and your cheeks burn instantly, and all the threats you had prepared evaporate in a second. You never expected the topic to turn to this, and you stammer in protest: "Y-you're talking nonsense!" She tilts her head slightly, her eyes innocent and guileless, as if she had just said something perfectly ordinary. But you clearly see, in the very depths of her eyes, a triumphant, amused smile flash by.