Netkama Punch!!!

“Haa…”
Only after letting out a long sigh did my vision finally settle. I looked at Kim Seyoung with a scowl and snapped,
“I thought you ran off.”

Seyoung shot me a look like I was out of my mind.
“Are you crazy?”
He looked like he wanted to add, “Because of who exactly?” but clammed up, probably realizing he’d acted a bit stupid earlier too.

Then, suddenly, he frantically wrapped a towel around his waist, covering himself like I’d done something indecent by looking.
“What the hell are you staring at?”
As he slicked his wet hair back and barked at me, I couldn’t help but register, for the first time, that he was fully naked. I had been looking at his face the entire time, but now it looked like I’d been ogling his body instead. I lowered my eyes—more out of awkwardness than guilt.

But I still grumbled in my head. Like covering just the bottom half made a difference. His chest was still completely out.
“It’s not like I saw anything anyway.”
“You wanna die, you little shit?!”

The moment I averted my gaze, he got even more pissed, clearly jumping to some weird conclusion.
Did he even realize he was still naked? I didn’t want to see him bouncing around like that, so I hurled a towel at his face as I stormed out. I hadn’t meant to hit him dead-on, but honestly, I just wanted him out of sight so I could escape.
Thankfully, Seyoung didn’t follow me, and I managed to lock myself in the bathroom.

“……”
But the goosebumps wouldn’t go away.
His image—towel slung low around his waist, dripping wet—flashed vividly in my mind. And since he’d just showered, the sweet scent of his body wash still lingered thick in the air, clinging to my nose.

Scratching at the rim of my ear, I hurriedly turned on the shower. I deliberately cranked the water to cold. The icy stream helped suppress the sudden, irrational heat flaring up in me, but my head remained a complete mess.
‘…What the hell is this?’
Why did Kim Seyoung look like that?
I’d seen plenty of naked guys before, but his body felt different. His image wouldn’t leave my brain. It was burned in there.

‘…Wouldn’t he break if you touched him?’
I knew he was slim, but I hadn’t realized just how thin his waist was. That line…
‘God, what the hell am I even thinking?’

But the sight of him wouldn’t disappear. Even as I stood under freezing water, teeth chattering and a pounding headache setting in, just remembering his wet face from when I flung open the door had my body burning up again.
‘Seriously, what is Kim Seyoung…?’
I kept replaying the whole thing as I washed up. It wasn’t until my fingers started going numb from the cold that I finally ended my self-imposed punishment.

“I want to touch him.”
Drip.
The words fell from my lips the moment I turned off the tap and the cold water stopped. I stood there, stunned. Then I grimaced and walked out of the bathroom.

* * *
And that night, I did end up touching Kim Seyoung.
It was far more disappointing than I’d imagined. Hard, nothing much to grab, his skin wasn’t even soft. Honestly, my own chest probably had more to offer than his.

‘I seriously thought I was going to turn impotent or something.’
And I paid for it, too. He kicked me so hard I had to lie curled up like a shrimp for a good while.
Obviously, Seyoung lost his shit and flailed all over the place—but true to his simple nature, he passed out on his pillow less than ten minutes later. Once his breathing evened out, I quietly climbed into bed. As expected, he was sleeping with his mouth slightly open again.

‘Unbothered as ever.’
He’d gotten all worked up over a little groping, but here he was—passed out without a care. But I guess that kind of personality was the only way you could fall asleep so easily in a bed like this.
As I moved my knees across the creaking springs, I slowly crawled closer to him. Then I pulled back the blanket and nestled into his arms. Seyoung still didn’t wake up, so I smugly buried my face right against the very chest that had kicked me earlier.

“Whew…”
“Nngh…”
Seyoung scrunched his face like the pressure was uncomfortable, but even that wasn’t enough to wake him.

I watched him like that for a while, then adjusted my position, worried I might be squishing him with my jaw. After shifting around a bit, I realized—I was rubbing my cheek against his chest, even if it was over clothes. That made my stomach flip.
“…Haa.”
The heat I’d tried to kill with cold water earlier was rising again, slow but inevitable.

I sat up for a second, staring down at him, then gave in to the impulse and wrapped my arms around him. That cheap body wash scent filled my nose again, and my heart started pounding.
Of course, even as I hugged him tightly, my head was a storm.
‘If he wakes up like this… what the hell am I supposed to say?’

Honestly, it wasn’t even about whether Seyoung would question me. The more accurate truth was—I didn’t understand myself either. He was a guy. He tricked me. Ghosted me. I came back to give him a taste of his own medicine.
But now I was clinging to him like this. And Seyoung… he clearly liked being held. He didn’t groan or struggle. After a [N O V E L I G H T] few sleepy shifts, he leaned his cheek against me, completely relaxed. He even tilted his head into my arm when I loosened my grip slightly.
‘If he were like this when awake… he’d actually be kind of cute.’

That thought slipped in, and I bit down hard on my lip.
‘Cute, my ass.’
He pissed me off like five times today. Especially that moment during our game—when I tried to steady myself by grabbing his shoulder, and he batted my hand away like I was some kind of disease.

I’d suspected he might be a bit of a germophobe, but I wasn’t dirty or anything. Just touching him made him recoil in disgust. The memory of him sneering “gross” and pushing me away flared in my mind, making his peacefully sleeping face really fucking annoying.
“You want me to really do something dirty?”
“……”

Of course, no answer. Not like I asked expecting one.
So I took his wrist and brought his hand to my face. Then, I slowly sucked on his fingertips, lips curled inward. He’d probably be horrified if he were awake—and that made it even more tempting.
“Ngh…”

Even though his eyes were still shut, Seyoung twitched his wrist and frowned. That little grimace only made me more excited. I dragged my tongue down his palm in a slow lick.
His shoulder flinched. Knowing his personality, he’d probably scrub that hand raw if he ever found out.
“It’s not like I asked you to lick mine.”

“……”
“Feel like puking?”
He still didn’t say a word, just kept frowning.

But then I remembered—back when we first met, I bit his lip and he didn’t go running to the bathroom or anything. So I let go of his hand. Seyoung mumbled something incoherent and nuzzled back into me, snoring softly again.
“…Hah.”
The ridiculous part? A little while later, he was the one to drape his leg over me. Then he pressed his face into my chest and snuggled up, making me seriously wonder if he was faking it.

“What the hell is this…”
I muttered it like I was annoyed, but I couldn’t stop myself from grinning as I wrapped my arm around his waist.
Eventually, I fell asleep too.

‘What the hell is this?’
‘You—how did you even get in here…?’
In the dream, Seyoung was dating that woman I saw at the café the first time I visited his office. I’d shown up and he turned pale, insisting it wasn’t what it looked like.

I grabbed his arm as he tried to flee.
“…I saw everything, Kim Seyoung.”
But something felt off. I blinked again—and the running Seyoung was gone, replaced by one with a puffy steamed bun of a face, staring blankly at me. His hair was a bird’s nest, and the café was now his apartment.

His face was so ridiculous I couldn’t help but stare.
“What are you looking at?”
Even when he asked, I couldn’t remember what I’d done just moments ago. He sneered at my silence.

“Dumbass. If you’re awake, get the hell off my bed.”
That insult snapped me back to reality. My head cleared.
‘Last night… oh god, what the hell was I doing?’

As memories of my late-night idiocy resurfaced, I felt a creeping wave of shame. Especially the whole finger thing… That was definitely too far, even for me.
‘Why the hell did I do that? Ugh…’
I buried my face in the pillow, trying to pull myself together before finally lifting my head.

‘At least he doesn’t seem to remember anything…’
Which meant I just had to keep quiet. I even went on the offensive, dropping honorifics to assert control.
“Kim Seyoung, you wanna die?”

“Where the hell do you get off dropping formalities?”
As expected of Mr. Old-Fashioned, he snapped immediately. Seeing that dumb expression of his actually made me forget the awkward dream. I was back to normal.
But then I remembered the spot where he kicked me, and my annoyance returned.

“I almost had to go to the hospital, you know.”
Seyoung exploded again.
“You motherfucker! Do that shit again and the next place you go is the morgue!”

Of course, I had no intention of stopping. If anything, I was gonna keep teasing him—and make use of that kick mark, too. So I tried offering a compromise.
I grabbed his hand and placed it on my chest.
“Then just grope mine, too.”

His eyes went wide before he shrieked at the top of his lungs.
“You crazy bastard! I don’t want that shit!”
‘Fine by me. More for me then.’

Grumbling internally, I reminded our dear Seyoung of a very important fact he seemed to be forgetting.
“We are dating, you know.”