The Night That Never Ended
I turned the key and opened the front door.
*Click.*
The familiar sound echoed, yet the house felt utterly alien.
"I'm home."
It slipped out casually, as if by habit.
No answer came.
I stood quietly in the entranceway.
Normally, by this hour, Min-ah would be somewhere in the living room.
Curled on the couch scrolling her phone, or digging around the kitchen for snacks...
Or maybe she'd hear my footsteps and slip out in slippers to meet me.
But tonight the house was silent. Too silent.
I kicked off my shoes and stepped inside.
I took a slow lap around the living room.
The empty sofa. The neatly arranged table. A single pillow tossed carelessly aside.
It was the same scene I'd seen a hundred times, yet it felt hollow.
"Ah..."
A small sigh escaped me.
I set my bag down and opened the fridge.
Cold air brushed my face. I grabbed a bottle of water and took a long sip.
Still nothing changed.
I kept opening and closing the fridge door like an idiot.
Not looking for anything.
I just didn't want to stand still.
*To hell with it. I'll do something.*
A moment later I pulled out the vacuum.
Normally I'd dump this on Min-ah or leave it until morning...
But today the emptiness pressed too hard.
I pushed the vacuum across the living room, then moved to the bedrooms too.
I straightened the bed sheets, smoothed out the blankets, and washed every cup in the sink.
I kept moving. The second I stopped, my mind started wandering.
Every time I stopped, Min-ah's smile would flash behind my eyes.
I was washing dishes, pushing the vacuum... and still I kept thinking of her.
What was she doing right now?
Was she tired?
Gyeong-rok-hyung was the caring type. She'd be fine.
I twisted the faucet shut and stared at the sink for a long time.
Drops of water fell with tiny *plop* sounds.
Then it hit me.
I hadn't been cleaning to make the house look better.
I'd been desperately trying not to think at all.
I gave a bitter laugh.
*Sheesh... what a mess.*
Cleaning, dishes, laundry—all done. Yet the emptiness remained.
Finally I collapsed onto the living-room sofa.
I sat there staring at the empty space in silence.
The spot Min-ah always sat. The blanket she pulled over us at night.
The hair tie she left lying around.
Small things that now felt painfully loud.
I slowly closed my eyes.
Just one day.
Only one day.
Why did the house feel so big?
I picked up my phone and opened the messenger.
Min-ah's profile picture appeared.
My finger paused.
Should I call her?
Or send a text?
After long hesitation I did nothing.
I flipped the phone face-down and leaned back against the sofa.
*It's okay. Min-ah will be back soon.*
She'll walk through the door with that bright smile like always.
I was sure of it.
Even as I thought that, a hollow spot in my chest refused to disappear.
***
"Hah... ah... right, this isn't home."
On a ceiling I didn't recognize, in a bed that wasn't mine, with a man I knew too well.
After wiping her face dry, Min-ah sat up.
Her eyes, still foggy from sleep, slid sideways.
Gyeong-rok was lying right beside her, quiet and peaceful.
Completely different from the sharp office version I'd seen before.
Messy hair, relaxed expression.
*Huuung...*
A low hum left his throat as she reached out to touch his face.
*...We really slept together.*
Reality finally settled in late.
Her cheeks flushed slightly.
She tried to slip out carefully.
"Are you awake?"
A soft voice, still sleepy, spoke up.
"Ah... yes..."
Memories of last night flooded back, and Min-ah's voice trembled.
How many times had she come? Had anyone noticed?
"Just stay a little longer," he said gently. "We still have time."
"Then... just a little?"
Min-ah lay back down and shifted her gaze between the unfamiliar ceiling and his face.
"Hehe. It's weird."
"Really? What is?"
Gyeong-rok turned toward her, stroked her shoulder, and asked.
"Does it feel good? Or is it really weird?"
"I don't hate it... but I don't know."
She pulled the blanket over her face and let out a small laugh.
Gyeong-rok watched her for a moment, then couldn't hold back his grin.
"Aigoo...! Don't laugh."
"You find Min-ah unnie cute, don't you?"
"...Stop saying that..."
"Too bad?"
Instead of answering, Min-ah pulled the blanket higher. Her red ears peeked out.
Gyeong-rok reached over and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"Min-ah. You're finally relaxed."
"...Did I show it?"
"Yeah. It was obvious."
"Aaah... I'm so embarrassed..."
She buried her face in the blanket and shook her head wildly.
"It's okay. I won't tell Min-woo."
A quiet moment passed.
Sunlight filtered through the hotel windows and bathed the bed in a soft glow.
Min-ah stared at the ceiling and spoke carefully.
"...It's been ages since I slept in so late."
"Weekdays are probably hard."
"...Even on weekends, every morning I have to wake up with oppa..."
"Hmm. I see."
Gyeong-rok picked up the phone on the nightstand.
"Checkout time's almost up."
"Already...?"
Min-ah checked her own phone and her eyes widened.
"Really? Time flew by..."
"I slept late and we kept rolling around for a while."
Her face flushed again at the words.
"T-that's..."
"I know. No more teasing."
Min-ah stuck out her lower lip.
"You've already teased me plenty."
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
They stared at each other, then burst out laughing at the same time.
The awkwardness from morning had vanished.
Gyeong-rok sat up first.
"Let's get ready. Late checkout means extra fees."
"Ah... that's not an option."
Min-ah scrambled off the bed.
"I'll shower first."
"Sure. Take your time."
Min-ah headed to the bathroom while Gyeong-rok started packing.
A little later both of them were ready.
Min-ah picked up the bag she'd left on the bed and looked around the room one last time.
"Everything's here."
"No missing stuff?"
She nodded.
They left the room. When they walked out, they were holding hands the whole way.
***
"...Min-ah, did you have a good time?"
My question made Min-ah's cheeks burn as she gave a small nod.
Her expression was complicated—tired in some ways, mixed with strange excitement and guilt—as she looked up at me.
"Let's go to the bed, oppa."
I was pulled along by her hand.
Without a word she placed her phone in my palm.
Then she rested her head on my lap, immediately burying her face between my thighs.
"I'm so embarrassed... I didn't want to show you, but oppa said he'd like it so I prepared this."
She carefully unlocked the phone and opened the gallery.
Three videos from last night...
*Wait... no way...*
"Want to watch, oppa...?"
The videos playing on the screen were shocking.
A luxurious hotel room. Gyeong-rok-hyung... and Min-ah sitting right beside him.
"Min-ah... this is..."
I called her name, voice shaking, but there was no answer.
I swallowed hard and stared at the phone screen.
With courage I finally tapped play on the first video.
On the unfamiliar hotel bed, Gyeong-rok-hyung sat up and looked down at lying Min-ah with tender eyes.
Min-ah kept trying to cover her face with her hands.
But Gyeong-rok-hyung didn't treat her gently.
He gripped her slender wrist tightly, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Ah... haah... haah... just a little... slowly..."
Min-ah's embarrassed moans filled the speaker. She didn't say to stop.
"...Is it embarrassing? Can't you make the sound a little quieter...?"
Min-ah asked, stroking my cock with her hand.
Unlike the shy version I saw in person, the Min-ah in the video was on all fours, taking him deep.
*No way... could Min-ah make that face?*
Watching felt surreal. Before I knew it the video ended.
"Min-ah... this is..."
"Still more, oppa."
In a trance she played the next one.
The position had changed.
Min-ah was straddling the lying Gyeong-rok-hyung, moving her hips on her own.
"Huu... haah... haah... aah... aaah... goo... gooo..."
"Min-ah. Does it feel good?"
To the question from the video, the Min-ah on screen simply nodded.
"It... it's more embarrassing than explaining with words..."
Tears brimming in her eyes, she looked up at me and reached for my crotch.
As if asking for forgiveness, she began to gently caress me.
Then she slid down, knelt in front of me, and looked up with trembling eyes.
"How is it...? Do you see the look oppa wanted?"
Hearing her own moans through the speaker made her shoulders tremble.
Min-ah couldn't meet my eyes. She looked down, unbuckled my belt, and unzipped me.
The moment my half-hard cock sprang free, she opened her mouth without hesitation.
"Chuu... chu... chu..."
Gyeong-rok-hyung's rough pistoning continued on screen. The real Min-ah swallowed me deeper.
The sensation of him reaching her throat made fresh tears well up.
Finally, when the Min-ah in the video came with shaking body, the real Min-ah did the same, taking me to the root and trembling all over.
"Puaaah... kyulrok... kyulrok...!"
Even as I came I couldn't speak. My seed filled her mouth.
As I stroked her head and scolded her, only the sound of her calling him "hyung" echoed in my ears.
