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White Line
Another shitty semester was approaching. Jang Juwon was sprawled out on the bed in his studio apartment, lips jutted out in a pout, scrolling through his phone. He still couldn’t get used to this whole “start of semester” thing, even though this was already his fifth one. Figuring that probably every college student in the country was thinking the same thing, Jang Juwon moved his eyes busily, following the scroll.
“Haah… Why is everything like this.”
However, a sigh leaked from his mouth as if he hadn’t found satisfactory results. What he was looking for right now was a one-night stand. You could call it preparation for the upcoming semester. Anyway, the start of semester was fucking awful and seriously threatened his mental health, so it was certain that he urgently needed some light pleasure that didn’t require any meaning. At least for Jang Juwon. He needed a one-night stand to blow away this shitty feeling.
Jang Juwon liked things with dicks. Of course, he had one properly attached to himself as well. Thus, the screen he was earnestly staring at without even knowing wrinkles had formed between his eyebrows was ‘Tintin,’ a dating app used by gay men. Tintin only allowed you to view simple profiles at first, and to see the other person’s photos, you had to pay for a premium membership. It was truly an excellent business strategy. However, because it guaranteed more anonymity compared to other apps, it was an app Jang Juwon frequently used. But for some reason, today it was difficult to find someone who really caught his eye.
“This guy… I’ve done it with him before… This one seems like a newbie…”
Jang Juwon rubbed the phone screen until his thumb wore out. Familiar profiles flashed past. Perhaps because he’d used the app too often, he could practically recite all the profiles of guys in this area. He mercilessly pushed past the profiles of guys he’d slept with before. Well, there were some among them who had been pretty decent. But he didn’t feel like doing it twice with the same guy. It wasn’t like he had some incredibly grandiose ambition to fuck every man that existed in this world or anything like that. It’s just that Jang Juwon knew well the danger of ‘body attachment.’ And the more he liked the guy, the more careful he had to be. So he always looked for new faces.
By the time the scroll on the screen had shrunk to the point where it couldn’t get any smaller, Jang Juwon’s finger movements also slowed. He was thinking maybe he should just give up. Due to the nature of the closed community, there wasn’t much influx, and finding someone who looked decent among them was even harder. Jang Juwon scrolled down one more time for the last time.
“Hm?”
And finally, one profile he’d never seen before caught his eye. The nickname was ‘White Line.’ Jang Juwon touched his profile out of curiosity.
**Nickname: White Line**
**Introduction: Hello~^^ I’m 24 years old lol Looking for someone to be friends with~^^**
“Pfft! What is this…”
Jang Juwon couldn’t help but snort. This was totally old man speech. Now that he looked at it, even the nickname seemed to reek of elderly vibes. 24 years old? It was clearly a lie. Since it was an app that guaranteed anonymity, there were countless people who lied about their age like this. Naturally, the number of hearts shown was also 0.
Jang Juwon rapidly lost interest in White Line. It didn’t seem worth using his premium membership to check out things like photos. Jang Juwon lifted his thumb again to move past White Line’s profile. And then, at that moment, a message arrived for him.
**Chat partner: #000000**
**Hello, Wony-nim. Would you like to meet up with me?**
“Ah, this bastard again…!”
Jang Juwon grumbled irritably. Nickname ‘#000000.’ He had sent messages to Jang Juwon several times before. But he had no registered photos, his self-introduction only had a single ‘.’ and even his nickname felt somehow half-assed and off-putting, so he’d rejected him every time. But after that, whenever Jang Juwon logged into Tintin, messages kept coming from #000000.
Jang Juwon had already blocked him before. That was already who knows how many times. The fact that messages continued to come despite repeated blocking meant that #000000 was repeatedly signing up and withdrawing. With the same profile at that.
He was definitely a nutjob. Probably some guy with too much time on his hands who poked at this person and that person with the mindset of ‘just let one person bite,’ and after getting blocked here and there, repeatedly signed up and withdrew—that thought came to mind.
Jang Juwon, who was already slightly irritated as if he’d just wasted time, pressed #000000’s block button repeatedly as if venting his frustration. The phone responded to the touch and displayed popup messages in succession.
**Would you like to view White Line-nim’s profile photo?**
**Yes**
**No**
His hand was faster than his eyes. Jang Juwon’s finger, already revved up, didn’t know how to stop in time and charged forward, forward. And his finger precisely touched ‘Yes.’
“No!”
Jang Juwon stomped his feet and kicked at the air. One precious premium membership credit had flown away before his eyes. This was all #000000’s fault, that nutjob. No, he shouldn’t have clicked on a nickname that reeked of old age like that in the first place. White Line was probably some unremarkable old man. However, the credit had already been charged. Jang Juwon smacked himself on the head. And since it was already charged anyway, he decided to at least take a look at what would surely be his ridiculous profile photo.
Soon several photos appeared on the phone screen. Jang Juwon’s body sprang upright upon checking the photos. A photo smiling while looking straight ahead, a full-body shot that someone had clearly taken for him, a side profile shot looking at something. All were White Line’s profile photos.
“Wow… Crazy… He’s fucking handsome…”
His thumb busily resumed activity. Slightly tanned brown skin and dyed light brown hair, thick eyebrows that matched well with distinct facial features. And a well-balanced physique that looked firm at a glance.
“Hup!”
Jang Juwon swallowed his saliva without realizing it. This was jackpot. It was a bit different from the style he usually pursued. Jang Juwon usually preferred types with pale skin and lean muscle, tall height and slim physiques. But this… If the appearance was this level, the situation was different. He, White Line, had looks that were more than enough to destroy preferences. Especially those broad shoulders were thoroughly dirtying Jang Juwon’s mind.
“Hehe…”
It was time to stop imagining. Right now was the moment to send a message to White Line. Jang Juwon’s thumb carefully pressed send message.
**White Line-nim, are you still looking for a friend?**
Having finished sending the message, Jang Juwon flopped back down on the bed with an excited heart. His feet tapped in a different sense than before. All sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind while waiting for a reply.
‘What if he rejects me?’
No. As Jang Juwon shook his head vigorously left and right, his black hair swished. He didn’t know about other things, but he had some confidence in his face. Especially if it was a profile photo that benefited heavily from photo filters. So if White Line checked his profile photo, there was a chance.
Soon a reply came from White Line.
**Chat partner: White Line**
**Oh~ Nice to meet you, Wony-nim><~~**
“What is that way of talking, seriously, it’s like shit…”
Jang Juwon almost pressed the block button for a moment. Just like in his profile, it was a way of speaking that strangely pissed people off. But where in the world was there a perfect person? If he looked like that, having this level of flaw actually made him feel human. Jang Juwon’s fingers moved busily.
**I live near Hankook University, where do you live, White Line-nim?**
***
Jang Juwon was pacing around the narrow motel room. Thanks to that, the cheap gown fluttered, revealing smooth legs. It wasn’t like these kinds of meetings were rare, but for some reason his heart was pounding and he was nervous today. He was waiting for White Line right now. White Line, who said he was looking for a friend, said he would come straight to the address of the motel Jang Juwon told him. As expected, ‘friend’ my ass. The purpose of using Tintin was obvious. Sex. There couldn’t be any other purpose. That’s what the word ‘friend’ generally meant on Tintin, so the ‘chingu’ that White Line said he was looking for must be the same. Jang Juwon’s busily moving legs stopped firmly in place.
‘Wait, chingu…? Are those photos really him? Aren’t they stolen? Look at his way of talking, he’s totally an old man! Isn’t he trying to lure kids like me with photos to do, do weird things?’
