Transmigrated as the Side Top used as an Emotional Trash Can

“?”

For a moment, there was a silence so complete that I thought I could hear the air moving.

After that silence, my mind filled with confusion.

“Huh…? The safety shorts?”

My brain overheated at the question of why I wasn’t wearing underwear.

Were safety shorts something you were supposed to wear over underwear? Even though they were this short and tight, just like underwear?

“Wait, weren’t these like a swimsuit?”

I turned only my head to look back at Cha Gwonhyeok and asked.

“They’re more revealing than underwear if you wear them by themselves. If you thought about it for even a moment… Haa….”

Cha Gwonhyeok tried to explain it more logically, then sighed. It seemed he had decided that an explanation intended to make me understand was unnecessary in this situation.

“Were you planning to go onstage like this?”

Cha Gwonhyeok asked, openly displaying his complicated feelings.

“If you hadn’t told me, I might have….”

“…….”

Silence descended once again. I was genuinely innocent and wronged. They had given the safety shorts to me and told me to wear them, so I had. I simply hadn’t realized that I was supposed to wear underwear too. Didn’t women get hot wearing all these layers?

“Alright, I get it, so put my skirt down. I just need to wear underwear, right?”

Putting those minor questions aside, I was far too conscious of Cha Gwonhyeok’s hand, which remained completely still while holding up my skirt. My ass was getting cold.

“Hanrim-ah- Are you dressed-?”

“!”

At that moment, the cosmetology high school student helping with my makeup called out from outside. I desperately shouted at Cha Gwonhyeok in a voice so quiet it was barely a shout.

“Put it down, please…! What if she sees…?!”

“But it’s fine if I see?”

I needed to change Cha Gwonhyeok’s name to Cha Elementary Schooler. Why was he acting so childish even in a situation like this?

I cleared my throat with an ahem, then spoke to the girl outside.

“I’m sweaty, so the outfit won’t go on properly. Could I borrow a handheld fan if you have one?”

“Sure, it’s in my bag. I’ll go get it!”

My quick improvisation seemed to work because the cosmetology student’s footsteps gradually faded away. After confirming that the surroundings had grown quiet, I pushed hard against the overgrown elementary schooler behind me.

Push!

He planted himself in place and refused to budge.

“Hm? Why?”

Cha Gwonhyeok pretended not to notice that I was pushing him and continued teasing me.

“You seriously…!”

“Ah.”

Momentarily losing my temper at Cha Gwonhyeok’s prank, I grabbed his collar, hooked my leg around his, and threw my whole body backward.

Crash-!

As Cha Gwonhyeok fell, he grabbed my clothes. Thanks to that, I toppled down with him. The two of us spilled noisily out from behind the curtain.

“Ugh…! My skirt…!”

Afraid someone might see, I rose only onto my knees and hurriedly felt around for my skirt, pulling it down first. Fortunately, no one was nearby, and my lower body hadn’t been exposed to the world.

“Your back and the safety shorts weren’t the only problems.”

Cha Gwonhyeok, pinned beneath me, grinned as though he found the situation incredibly amusing. Following his gaze, I looked down at my upper body.

“Ah….”

The buttons had burst.

That wasn’t all. The armpits, sides, and several other places had torn open until it was impossible to tell whether this was clothing or a rag. Honestly, more than Cha Gwonhyeok lying there admiring my miserable state, I thought the Drama Club sunbaes who had given me this to wear were the true villains.

In the end, I had to go onstage wearing an improvised T-shirt with ‘PRINCESS’ written in huge letters across the chest in permanent marker and shout, “Kisseu onegaishimasu!” No one in the Drama Club knew why the line had suddenly been changed to Japanese either.

Click, click.

“Princess- Take one with me too-.”

“Look over here too-.”

Click, click.

The girls from the cosmetology high school who had put a wig on me and done my makeup seated me in front of the dressing table, then took photographs while rotating me through a full 360 degrees, saying they would use them for their portfolios.

“Stand up and look over here. When the music starts, copy my dance exactly-.”

“After that, you need to come over and take pictures with us too, alright?”

After one round of photographs, various other requests awaited me, including filming short-form videos to post on TikT*k and other platforms. The girls had taken time out of their busy schedules to volunteer without payment, which I found admirable and appreciated. So I did my best in my own way, dancing stiffly and taking photographs with all my strength.

“I get Saint B, but why is Cha Gwonhyeok, who didn’t even get his makeup done, taking selfies with the girls?”

“Do you seriously not know?”

“Haa, fuck. Doesn’t anyone have bleach…?”

The guys who had been working hard to talk to the girls and make them laugh in hopes of getting friendly with them lost all their fighting spirit when they were suddenly treated like leftovers. They sprawled across the floor like deflated balloons.

Exhausted from all the filming, I lay down beside them too.

“Ah, fuck, you scared me! I got excited because I thought a girl had come over! Fuck off!”

“Wow, you look so confusing that it’s fucking irritating.”

The moment I lay down near them, the guys who had already been sprawled out suddenly began snapping at me.

These bastards were getting slapped in Jongno and glaring at someone at the Han River. They were taking their frustration out on the wrong person.

“This is why you can’t hang out with girls, you degenerates.”

“Do you seriously think it’s because we’re degenerates?”

“Fuck… Stop… Stop…!”

“Wow, this is fucking infuriating. I’m going to beat the shit out of Baeksand. Get over here.”

I ended up running through the hallway again, getting into another scuffle with the guys whose hearts were just as rotten as everything else about them.