Not Perfect Night, Doomed Night -[BBANGSAZ AU]

11. ) Blue Ballz (Side Story)

Minji's POV:

A polite soft knock was heard on my dorm door. It took every ounce of strength, I had in my body to stand from where I was slumped, leaning against my bed. Walking to the door felt like a tremendous task as my balls screamed in pain with every step I took towards the door. But all my pain melted away when I came face to face with my to be angel: Haerin.

"What'd you need help with?" Haerin didn't waste a second, her tone all business, which meant she had no idea what she was walking into.

I glanced around the hallway like I was about to confess to a crime before pulling her into my room and locking the door behind us. The click of the lock was way too loud in the awkward silence that followed.

"Soooooo—" I started, but my throat tightened.

"So?" Haerin tilted her head, one eyebrow arching up in that way that said she was already judging me a little.

"Welllllll—" I stalled, trying to find the right words.

"Well?" Now both eyebrows were up, and I could tell she was seconds away from rolling her eyes.

"Promise me you won't laugh or, like, freak out or anything, okay?" I pleaded, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. I wasn't sure if that was from embarrassment or just the residual pain.

Haerin nodded, her expression softening a bit. "Okay, I promise. What's going on?"

"Soo, my balls..." I started, but then stopped, trying to find the right words. "They got hit by a basketball during practice. Hard. Like, 'I might never have kids' hard."

Her eyes widened slightly, but she stayed silent, waiting for me to continue.

"I did everything I could, you know? Ice, compression, even bought some fancy boxer briefs that are supposed to help with circulation. But..." I trailed off, not sure how to say the next part. "They're still... blue."

Haerin blinked. "Blue?"

"Like blue, blue?"

"I'm exagerating but yeah, they're like a light tint of blue," I muttered with shame. I started fiddling with my zipper as I started to stand up, ready to show her the proof. "I shaved and everything, just to be sure there was nothing weird going on, so I can show you if you need to—"

"NO, NO, WAIT, WAIT!" Haerin practically shouted, waving her hands frantically as her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "As your childhood best friend, I'm going to be honest: I've seen enough of your dick... for a lifetime."

I froze, halfway through the motion of pulling down my pants, and slowly backed off. "You sure? I mean, it's pretty bad—"

Haerin facepalmed and started massaging the bridge of her nose, "God, I still remember when you first showed it to me during recess in elementary school. That was traumatizing," her voice tinged with exasperation. 

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Hey, you were the one that insisted that girls can't be born with 'trunks' and to prove a point I showed you,"

"Not my fault curiosity kills the cat."

Haerin just groaned. "And then in high school, when you started growing hair down there, and you thought it was some kind of weird disease—"

"Hey, that was a valid concern!" I whined. "I didn't even know you could grow hair somewhere other than your head!"I defended, but Haerin just rolled her eyes and gave me that look that said she was questioning all of her life choices that led to this moment.

"Okay, so let me get this straight," Haerin finally said, redirecting us back into the moment. "You called me over, in a panic, just to show me your groin?"

"Well... yes and no," I admitted, feeling like an idiot. "But it's not just for fun, I swear. My balls are blue, " Restating my dilemma. "And I was hoping you, as a pre-med student, could tell me why. I'm seriously concerned here."

Haerin sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You really don't know why?"

I shook my head, completely lost.

Haerin gave me a look that was equal parts disbelief and pity.

"Don't tell me your parents skipped out on the Sex-Ed talks too?"

"Pretty much," I shrugged. "They pulled me out of Catholic 'health class' when they got to the sex stuff."

"God, it literally pains me to see how innocent you are," Haerin muttered, rubbing her temples like she was getting a headache.

"So here's the plan," Haerin said with much disappointment in her voice. "I'm assuming you have two things, a computer and a phone."

"Yeah..." I said slowly, not sure where she was going with this

"Great. I want you to open up Google and type in 'blue balls.'"

"Haerin, you can't be serious," I deadpanned, staring at her like she just suggested I jump off a cliff.

"Oh, I'm dead serious," Haerin replied, nodding as if this was the most logical solution in the world.

We stood there in silence for a moment, just staring at each other. Haerin was the first to break it, her expression softening into something almost apologetic. "God, what am I going to do with you?"

Before I could even respond, Haerin was already slinging her bag over her shoulder, heading for the door. "You're going to have to figure this out on your own, one way or the other."

I stood there jaw unhinged loosely gasping at the air like a fish out of the water and watched as she dashed out of my dorm room like she didn't leave me with the most puzzling piece of advice to deal with.