I Won't Leave
"Siwoo, look at this!"
Narin was waving from the middle of the schoolyard. Her uniform skirt fluttered in the wind, and the sunset painted her black hair a deep red.
"What is it?"
When I came closer, she held out her palm. A ladybug rested there.
"Isn't it cute?"
"...It's a bug."
"It's not a bug, it's a ladybug. They're different, you know?"
Different how, exactly. I swallowed the question and nodded, and Narin broke into a wide smile.
Not golden — just ordinary black eyes. Warm, plain, the eyes I had loved. And they were looking only at me.
"Siwoo, what do you want to do after graduation?"
"I don't know."
"Come on~ You must have at least one thing."
"...Travel."
"I want to travel somewhere. Anywhere."
"What kind of answer is that."
Narin laughed and gave my shoulder a light shove. It didn't hurt, but the place her hand had touched stayed warm for a long time.
She released the ladybug into the sky and said, "It's dangerous for a guy to travel far alone."
"So..."
Stay by my side.
I opened my eyes.
Orange light from the sunset was seeping through the closed curtains. It had been a dream. Of course it had been a dream. The schoolyard from back then, the sunset, the ladybug — all of it.
But the warmth against my shoulder was not.
Narin lay curled in my arms, breathing soft and even in her sleep. Wrapped in my wings. Nestled there as if she belonged nowhere else.
Her face was peaceful. Not twisted, not ruined — just the Narin from long ago. Black hair spilled across her cheek; her lips were slightly parted as she breathed. When was the last time I had seen her this close?
So many moments of hurting each other flickered through my mind. I reached with my bound hands to brush the hair from her cheek, then stopped. Morning came back to me — being choked while tied, being kissed, and then...
...I decided not to think about what came after.
My back ached from sleeping propped against the bed frame, but I didn't want to wake her. No matter how much she had changed, she was still Narin.
Body heat radiated inside my wings. Warm. Soft. As if that place had always been hers — Narin, asleep in my embrace.
"...Ha."
A sigh slipped out. This wasn't the life I had wanted. Dating like ordinary people. Sometimes climbing somewhere high together late at night. I knew that much in my head. But my body wouldn't move. Not because I was bound — I simply didn't want to.
"...Mm."
Narin stirred. Her eyelids fluttered, then slowly opened. Before her golden eyes could even focus, they found me first. Reflexively. Instinctively.
"...Siwoo?"
A voice still thick with sleep. Soft and hazy, stripped of its usual edge.
"Yeah."
"...You're still here."
"Yeah."
Narin rubbed her eyes and pushed herself up. As she slipped free of my wings, a few feathers drifted down.
"Ah."
She picked them up. Black, tattered feathers. She held them in her hand and stared for a long time.
"...Sorry."
"Feathers fall out on their own."
"That's not what I mean."
Narin clenched them tight.
"Yesterday. I went too far."
"..."
"I know. I shouldn't do this. Tying you up, doing those things..."
Her voice grew smaller. Her golden eyes dropped to the floor.
"But I got so anxious I couldn't stand it."
"...I know."
When I answered, Narin lifted her head. She looked startled.
"What do you know?"
"You've been like that since we were kids. When you don't want to let something go, you hold on even tighter."
When we were little, she had wanted to keep a tomato from snack time so badly she clutched it in her fist, terrified someone would snatch it away. And when it finally burst in her hand, she had wailed and cried. Until not long ago, that had been me too. I knew that feeling. I knew it too well.
"So don't apologize."
"...Why?"
"It was a little rough, but I didn't hate it."
Narin stared at me blankly. Her eyes began to tremble. The corners reddened. Her pupils grew hazy — and then tears started to well up.
"Hey, don't cry."
"I'm not crying."
She was crying. Silently, face buried in my wings.
I reached out with my bound hands and set them on top of her head. An awkward touch that couldn't even stroke properly — but Narin lowered her head beneath that hand and stayed still. For a long time.
"...Siwoo."
"Yeah."
"Do you hate me now?"
"..."
"Be honest. If you hate me for doing this, just say you hate me."
Her voice rose again, edged with anxiety.
"If I hated you, would I still be like this?"
Narin fell silent.
"...That's..."
I didn't know what came next either. The future. Prison. Ordinary days. Friends. Villains and Magical Girls. I wanted to forget all of it and just hold her, for now.
I spread my wings and wrapped her in them once more.
"I don't hate you."
Narin's golden eyes wavered. A face that wanted to believe and couldn't. A face afraid of being deceived again.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"You won't run away?"
"..."
"Siwoo."
She clasped my bound hands in both of hers. They were trembling.
"You really won't go? You won't leave me behind and disappear again?"
What filled that voice wasn't obsession. It was fear. Narin was terrified. Terrified that I would vanish again. Terrified of being left alone. That was why she had tied me up. That was why she had sealed my mana. That was why she had taken the bracelet. All of it because she was afraid.
"I won't go."
Not because I had nowhere to go. Not because I was exhausted. Because I wanted to be with her. For all the time we had spent apart, suffering and causing each other pain — now I simply wanted to stay by her side.
"I won't leave."
Tears spilled from Narin's eyes. This time she didn't hold them back. She cried out loud.
"You bastard."
"...Yeah."
"You keep — keep leaving me behind and just going off, vanishing!"
"I know."
Narin buried her face in my chest. I wrapped my bound arms around her back. Arms that couldn't even hold her properly — but she burrowed in deeper.
After crying for a long while, she lifted her head. Tear-soaked golden eyes looked up at me.
"Siwoo."
"Yeah."
"Say it again."
"...I won't go."
"One more time."
"I won't leave."
As if recalling every time she had watched my back disappear, Narin clutched my collar tight.
In that moment, my body moved before my head did. I lifted her face with my bound hands. Her golden eyes went wide.
This time, I went first.
I kissed her.
It wasn't rough like yesterday. There was no taste of tears. Just soft, careful, slow. Narin went still. One second. Two. Then she melted, eyes closing. Her trembling hands cupped my cheeks. I felt her lips smile against mine.
It wasn't a long kiss. When our lips parted, her face was red all the way to her ears.
"...Hey."
"Yeah."
"You went first just now, right?"
"Yeah."
"...Do it one more time."
"You're greedy."
"Of course I am. I've been waiting for years."
Narin smiled. Bright, as if the tears from earlier had been a lie.
I knew this was wrong. I knew. I was bound, my mana sealed, my wings broken, and I had nowhere to go. This was not a normal relationship.
But.
So what.
Narin leaned against my shoulder and closed her eyes, her face far more at ease than before. I didn't want to let go of this warmth. That was all.
She was sitting on my lap, facing me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she shifted a few times, tugging and wriggling my pants down.
"You want to?"
"Yeah..."
Taking the question as permission, her hands grew bolder. She slowly pulled her pajama top upward. As the fabric caught on her buds and rose higher, soft breasts came into view — soft even just to look at.
"Siwoo, come here."
Her voice was soft and playful. Her nipples, hardening under my gaze, were almost cute. With her pajamas rolled up to her shoulders, she gently cupped the back of my head with one hand and drew me down between her breasts. My face buried itself in warm skin. Soft flesh cradled my cheeks, and the scent of mango body wash filled my head.
"I love you."
Her other hand came down to my cock, already hard, and slowly stroked the length with her palm, gently rubbing the head with her thumb. She wrapped her fingers around it and began to pump up and down.
"Ngh..."
"What is iiit? Feels good, right? You like this, don't you!"
Whenever my hips twitched or my breathing roughened, she repeated the motion again and again, savoring every reaction. How unfair — only touching me.
I moved my face so my lips brushed her nipple. Her hand clenched tighter for an instant, and at the same time she gripped my cock even harder. Not just the mango body wash — the scent of a woman no man could resist filled the air, growing thicker and thicker until my head went hazy with it.
"Our Siwoo is so naughty~"
When I took the nipple into my mouth again, Narin released my cock and wrapped both arms around my head. She pressed closer and began to rock her hips, ever so slightly, up and down.
Schlick.
A sensation I had never felt before rose from below. Something wet and slick wrapping around my cock. A small nub touching the tip of the head — and every time her hips moved, that nub slid a little down from the tip and back up. I wanted to see her face, but she was holding me too tightly. So I simply bit and rolled the nipple in my mouth more eagerly.
Schlick— schlick— schlick— schlick—
As her movements grew faster and the stimulation sharpened—
"Hngh—"
As I came, Narin stopped with me, clutching me tight and trembling. Still riding the aftershocks, she soon let go and looked down at her lower belly and clitoris, both glistening with cum.
"Siwoo... I love you..."