Did You Really Go to Yuna…?
I answered without hesitation. “Got it. I’ll head over right now.”
The moment I hung up, I shot up from my chair. This was the first time in days that Yuna had gone silent on me, and the first time her voice had sounded that heavy. The only thing I could think was that something serious had happened to her.
What the hell is going on? No, stop overthinking it. Just get there.
I grabbed my jacket and practically ran out into the hallway. My mind was racing so fast that I nearly tripped down the stairs several times, but I somehow kept my balance and made it to Yuna’s place.
“Yuna!”
“Jihoon oppa…”
Just as I feared, her voice was completely drained—nothing like her usual bubbly self. I slipped off my jacket and hung it on the coat rack in the living room. I’d put it on out of habit, but now that I was only one floor down, it felt ridiculous.
“What’s wrong? Are you sick?”
“I’m not sick, but…”
“Then… did something happen with your mom?”
“No, it’s not that. I’m just feeling really down…”
Yuna answered in a tiny, crawling voice while avoiding my eyes. But the dark expression on her face and the way her shoulders slumped told me this wasn’t just a little case of the blues. She wouldn’t have called me over for something so minor.
“If something’s bothering you, tell me. Oppa will help.”
“…”
She bit her lip and kept glancing at me, clearly torn. A suspicion crept into my mind, so I asked carefully.
“Did you do something wrong to me?”
“N-no! It’s nothing like that at all…”
Then what could possibly make her hesitate this much?
“Well…”
I started to press again but swallowed the words. No matter how frustrated I felt, she was the one actually struggling. If she was debating whether to tell me, there had to be a reason. For now, it seemed best to focus on lifting her spirits.
“Never mind. If it’s hard to talk about, you can tell me whenever you’re ready. Or you don’t have to say anything at all.”
“I’m sorry, oppa…”
“It’s okay. Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Just staying with me is enough. Being alone while I’m feeling like this… it’s too hard.”
“Alright. Then let’s just stay together.”
I answered without the slightest hesitation. If my presence alone could cheer Yuna up, I would stay as long as she needed.
“Want to finish that drama we started last time?”
“Can we watch a variety show instead…? I don’t want anything sad. I want something funny.”
“Sure. Should we lie on the bed and watch comfortably? I can turn on the projector.”
“Yeah… Thank you, oppa.”
Her voice already sounded a little lighter now that I was here. I hoped that by the time we finished the show, her mood would be completely lifted. We headed into the bedroom together.
Kang Iseor is calling Han Jihoon.
Iseor stared at Jihoon’s number glowing on her phone screen for a long time, wrestling with herself. In the end, the longing won. She tapped the call button.
Tu-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru.
Tu-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru.
The ringing tone filled her ear. She had done this countless times before, yet tonight her heart was pounding harder than ever. She waited with bated breath, but the voice that finally answered wasn’t Jihoon’s.
The number you have dialed is unavailable. After the tone…
He’s already asleep? It’s only eleven.
She felt utterly deflated. She had worked up the courage to call, only for it to fail. Maybe he had left his phone in the room while he went to the bathroom. She quickly typed out a message.
She had no idea.
At that very moment, Han Jihoon wasn’t at his own house. He was in Park Yuna’s bedroom. His jacket—with the phone tucked inside—was hanging on the coat rack in Yuna’s living room, which was why he couldn’t answer no matter how many times she called.
So she waited patiently. She hoped that even if it was late, he would see her message and reply that it was fine for her to come over.
But no reply came.
One minute. Five minutes. Thirty minutes.
Her phone stayed stubbornly silent, and the anxiety she had been trying to suppress only grew stronger.
Is he really sleeping?
Eventually she called again. Even though it was the same ringtone, the wait felt ten times longer than before.
The number you have dialed is unavailable. After the tone…
“Haa… He really must be asleep…”
A helpless sigh escaped her. It would have been better if she had never gotten her hopes up. Having that small hope snatched away made the emptiness feel so much worse.
…This isn’t working.
At this point, she knew she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep unless she saw his face and breathed in his scent.
She left the short message on a number that gave no reply, then stepped out of her room and hurried toward Jihoon’s house with urgent steps.
—Yah, what the hell is this?! This is totally rigged!
The celebrities on the screen projected onto the ceiling were roaring with laughter. Lying on the bed watching them, I let out a small chuckle too, but I quickly schooled my expression and glanced at Yuna beside me.
“…”
Contrary to my hopes, watching the variety show didn’t seem to be improving her mood at all. It wasn’t that the show was boring—she just looked too distracted to focus, her mind clearly somewhere else.
“Yuna, should we stop?”
“I’m sorry… It’s not really sinking in.”
“It’s fine. That happens sometimes.”
I turned off the beam projector and lay back down. Yuna immediately snuggled into my arms and buried her face in my chest.
“Huu…”
The sigh that left her lips brushed against me like hot steam. In the silence that followed, I simply held her without saying a word.
“Oppa.”
“Yeah?”
“…I want to do it. I just want to feel you and not think about anything.”
I knew she hadn’t called me over with sex in mind from the start. It meant her heart was hurting so badly that just being together wasn’t enough to fix it. Of course I had no reason to refuse.
Besides, the way her soft, plush body was pressed against me had already made my cock rock-hard, completely ignoring the mood.
“Okay. Come here.”
I pulled her shoulders toward me and placed a gentle kiss on her pure-white forehead.
“Mmm…”
When I cupped her breast over her clothes, a cute little nasal moan slipped out. I kissed the side of her neck visible between her yellow hair, then slowly moved lower, caressing her collarbone as well.
“Haa, Jihoon oppa…”
I hoped that being with me would blow away all of Yuna’s gloom. With that wish in my heart, I lovingly kissed her pale skin.
Before long, her hand had slipped into my pants and was stroking my cock directly. I pulled up her shirt and bra, took her nipple into my mouth, and sucked hard.
“Mmm, ngh…”
Her nipple quickly stiffened between my lips. No matter how much I rolled or pressed it with my tongue, it kept rising stubbornly, fighting back. Meanwhile, Yuna’s hand never stopped fondling my length inside my pants.
While I busily tormented her breasts and nipples, enjoying the soft, warm sensation of her fingers, Yuna suddenly squeezed her eyes shut and convulsed.
“Hiiik…!”
“You came already? Just from this?”
“Yeees… Oppa’s tongue feels so good…”
It was a light climax, but it had come much faster than I expected. For someone who wanted to lift her mood, that was very welcome news.
“…”
Yuna, who had been panting, quietly looked up at my face. I was about to ask what was wrong when her voice came first.
“I want to kiss oppa…”
It didn’t sound like a calculated request. It felt more like her true feelings had slipped out before she could stop them. Of course, if a kiss would ease her sadness, I had no problem giving her one. In fact, the way her flushed cheeks grew even redder as she looked at me was so adorable that I wanted to kiss her first.
“You want to kiss?”
But her answer was completely unexpected.
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“…Because I’d feel bad for the person oppa likes. So I’ll hold back too.”
“We’re already having sex, though?”
“Still… kissing feels different.”
I honestly didn’t quite understand what she meant, but I didn’t push it.
“Then I guess we’ll just have to have sex.”
At those words, we began stripping each other. Once Yuna was completely naked, she lay back on the bed. I, equally bare, positioned myself between her spread legs.
“…Oppa, it’s gotten so big.”
Yuna couldn’t tear her eyes away from my cock. Her own pussy was soaked, clear nectar already trickling down between her ass cheeks. Wanting to tease her just a little, I laid my shaft on top of her dripping folds and rubbed slowly.
Squelch… squelch…
“Huu, ngh…”
“You’re completely drenched too, Yuna.”
“I got this wet because I want oppa’s cock so bad…”
“You want my cock?”
“Yes, I want it. I want you to stab deep inside my pussy and mess me up…”
As if begging me to stop teasing, her desperate little hand kept stroking my length. Her slender fingers caressed the top while her slick entrance kissed the underside. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Alright. I’ll put it in.”
I pressed the head against her slit. The warmth I felt even from the outside promised incredible pleasure once I was inside. Soon, my cock pushed its way into Yuna’s body.
Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
Is he sleeping so deeply he can’t hear the doorbell…?
Iseor stood in front of Jihoon’s door, pressing the bell again and again, but there was no response—just like when she had called. Still, her desire to see him had already reached its limit.
He did say I could come over anytime…
She entered the passcode he had given her and stepped inside. The only welcome she received was a brightly lit but empty living room and utter silence. Wondering how soundly he could possibly be sleeping that she couldn’t even hear him breathing, she carefully opened the bedroom door.
…He’s not here?
Only after she turned back toward the entrance did she notice that his favorite sneakers were missing.
Where would he go at this hour? Don’t tell me he went to see Yuna…
There was no proof, yet the negative thought came first. The fact that Jihoon, who had always been there for her whenever she needed him, was nowhere to be found made her feel unbearably lonely, as if she had been abandoned by the entire world.
“…”
She followed the faint trace of his scent back into the bedroom. If Jihoon wasn’t here, she at least wanted to smell him. Almost in a trance, she climbed onto his bed.
“Jihoon… where are you…”
She buried herself in the blanket he used, calling out to someone who couldn’t hear her. Even though the scent she loved so much wrapped around her, the loneliness refused to fade.
Kang Iseor’s body and heart had been completely tamed by Han Jihoon, but she was nowhere near used to situations where he wasn’t around.
Did he really go to Yuna…?
She didn’t want to imagine it, but the scene of the two of them together kept flashing through her mind. Was this the punishment for not having the courage to accept his feelings?
If she had known a moment like this would come, she would have accepted his confession long ago. But no amount of regret could change anything. The only thing she could do was press her face deeper into the blanket that still carried his scent.
“Haa… Jihoon…”
Her treacherous body began to heat up, craving the pleasure he always gave her. Even though she hated herself for getting aroused in a situation like this, she couldn’t pull her face away from the blanket.
I shouldn’t… I really shouldn’t do this…
The more she breathed in his scent, the stronger her longing grew, and the hotter the ache in her lower belly became. Terrified that he might come back and see her like this, Iseor still couldn’t stop her hand from sliding between her legs.