You Belong to Me Forever
“……Haa.”
Talking with Dongjun had only made my head more of a mess.
How long had Seoyeon been like this? How had she ended up this way? No — before any of that. What the hell had she been doing to me?
Both of us virgins, and yet the count was sixty-three.
I had to change this, starting now. I had to somehow pull Seoyeon back. I still didn’t know exactly what she’d done to me, but this was a crime. This was rape. I had never consented to any of it — and without my knowing, I’d been taken by her. This was wrong.
“…………”
While my thoughts spun in every direction, I somehow arrived home. Enough time had passed since meeting Dongjun that Seoyeon should already have left.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I unlocked the door and stepped inside — and there were her shoes, still sitting by the entrance.
She hasn’t left yet.
Fine. Maybe that was for the best. I would talk to her. I had to correct whatever twisted things she’d been doing, no matter what it took.
“Hajun! You’re back?”
“……Yeah.”
I had steeled myself to scold her properly — and then she came running toward me with that bright little smile, and for a second my mind just went blank.
All this time I’d only ever seen her as a friend, someone I’d been close to since we were kids, never once looking at her as a woman… and yet Seoyeon was beautiful. Her long hair swayed as she ran to me, her full chest bouncing with every step, eyes curved into a smile as she closed the distance.
The thought of everything she might have done to me kept thrashing around inside my skull.
“Hurry up and come in!”
“Y-yeah……”
This was my house, and yet she was acting like the owner while I stood there fidgeting like some guy visiting a girl’s place for the first time. The whole situation felt wrong.
I can’t do this. Get a grip!
I hardened my resolve again and walked into the living room, dropping onto the sofa.
“Seoyeon.”
“Hmm?”
“Come sit down. We need to talk.”
“Okay! Just a second!”
She’d greeted me and then gone straight back into the kitchen to finish something. I called her over. She came toward me with a cup in her hands and held it out.
“Drink this first! Mom said to make sure you had some.”
“Uh — okay.”
I took the dark liquid she offered — some kind of tonic, by the look of it — and downed it in one go. The bitter taste made me smack my lips as I set the cup down and stared across at Seoyeon, who had settled opposite me.
Focus. I have to stop her before she really crosses the line.
“Seoyeon.”
“Yeah?”
“Isn’t there something you want to tell me?”
“Tell you what?”
After everything Dongjun had said, I’d been determined to put a stop to her — and yet some part of me still trusted Seoyeon. Between these letters that had suddenly started appearing overnight and the girl I’d grown up with like family, I would believe her if she said it wasn’t true. And the Seoyeon I knew — even if it were true — would stop here.
“Is there something you’ve been…… hiding from me?”
“Hmm……? I don’t think so? What would I even be hiding from you, Hajun?”
“…………”
The text floating above her head and Dongjun’s words kept rattling around in my mind. She sat there smiling, speaking as if she had nothing to be ashamed of, and I couldn’t tell anymore which version of reality was real.
“Have you been doing something to me all this time—— huh?”
I’d been about to force the issue head-on, ready to take a few hits from her if it turned out I was wrong — and then a sudden wave of dizziness slammed into me. I clutched my head.
What’s happening to me……?
“Aigoo…… you must be exhausted, Hajun. See? This is what happens when you drink and then push yourself the next day. You’re so fragile……”
Seoyeon stood, came around, and sat beside me, guiding my head down onto her thigh.
Is that it……? Did I just overdo it today……?
“Why don’t you sleep for a bit?”
She smiled softly, stroking my hair — and I slipped under.
The look on Hajun’s face when he came back told me something was off — so I went ahead and put him under with a sleeping pill.
Soft, even breathing.
“…………”
I stroked his hair as he slept with his head resting on my lap, looking down at him. No matter how many times I saw him like this, he was adorable. I wanted to do something to him right then and there.
“But first……”
I reached out and picked up Hajun’s smartphone from the table.
0513.
A little snort of laughter escaped me. I’d checked it more than once, but Hajun really was simple. Using his own birthday as a password?
I opened his call log. There it was — the number he’d dialed the moment he left the house.
Dongkey.
"Ah, shit! What now, man?! What the hell do you wanna know this time?!"
“……Dongjun? Hi.”
"Who……"
“It’s Seoyeon. You remember me, right?”
"………………"
Silence dropped hard on the other end. Kim Dongjun — Hajun’s closest friend since high school. I still remembered him perfectly well.
"Uh — y-yeah! S-Seoyeon! H-how many years has it been since high school, h-huh?!"
“Yeah. Nice to hear from you. But Dongjun……”
"Y-yeah? Wh-what is it, Seoyeon?"
“……Do you want to die?”
"………………"
Another stretch of dead silence followed that single cold line. Even as the words left my mouth ice-cold, my free hand kept gently stroking Hajun’s lovely hair.
"W-what do you m-mean by that……?"
“How much did you make him drink last night for him to be this wrecked, huh? From the moment he woke up today he said his stomach was shot — he barely left the bathroom all day.”
"Ah — s-sorry…… I-it was because Kyeongho got discharged! Yeah! That’s why!"
“Right…… I see…… But Dongjun.”
"Y-yeah! Go ahead, Seoyeon!"
“What did you say to Hajun?”
"Huh?"
Something about Hajun’s behavior today had been off. Just a little while ago he’d pressed me with a firmness I’d never seen from him before — asking if there was something I hadn’t told him.
My grip on the phone tightened hard.
“What. Did. You. Say. The second you picked up you asked what he wanted to know this time. Talk.”
"W-well, so basically……"
“Hey.”
"Y-yeah……"
“……I will actually kill you.”
"…………"
I meant it. Anyone who tried to get between Hajun and me — I would kill them all. Whether that resolve came through clearly or not, Dongjun’s hesitant mouth finally started spilling everything he’d told Hajun earlier.
"Th-that’s everything, I swear! I-I’m hanging up!"
Click.
“………………”
I stared down at the phone after the call cut off. So Hajun knew everything.
But…… does it even matter?
The fact that Hajun was mine wasn’t going to change either way. Still — just in case — I checked Dongjun’s number and sent a single text from my own phone.
Thud.
I set the phone back on the table and looked down at Hajun, still sleeping with that soft, even breath.
I stroked his cheek, slipped a cushion under his head, and stood. Then I moved down toward his legs and reached for his pants, starting to pull them off.
Pop!
His body remembered me by now. The moment I began stripping away his pants and underwear, his cock sprang free — already fully hard.
“Haa……”
I wrapped my hand around his erect cock and pressed my face close, breathing him in.
“Hajun’s scent……”
I’d been holding myself back this whole time. One hand gripped his cock as I inhaled, the other slipped into my panties to touch my pussy.
“Haa……”
I was already soaked. Fingers working over my wet folds, I opened my mouth wide and took him in all at once. I stroked the shaft while my tongue dragged slow and wet over the head, and his cock twitched and jerked in my mouth.
“Hehe. Feels good, Hajun……?”
As if answering me, his cock shuddered and trembled.
“Already about to cum……? I’ll swallow every drop…… hhup!”
I took him into my mouth again, hand gliding up and down the shaft — and then cum surged out of him in thick, pulsing spurts.
Gulp. Gulp.
I swallowed all of it, then pulled my mouth free and stood.
“……Should I just do it.”
Ever since hearing what Dongjun said, a restless edge had been crawling under my skin. I wanted to throw my clothes off right now and take him properly. But……
“I’m still going to wait…… That one — I’m saving for the very end…… when Hajun’s awake……”
I would save it for the absolute last. I cleaned everything up and pulled a blanket over him.
I wanted to sleep beside him again tonight, the way I always did — but classes started tomorrow. I would have loved to skip university entirely and stay glued to his side the way he could, but I’d made a promise to my parents back in high school. Keep acting out, they’d said, and they’d ship me overseas and make sure I never saw Hajun again. I’d had no choice. Still, thanks to their help during our school years, Hajun had never found out the truth behind those rumors — so I couldn’t really complain.
“I’m heading out, Hajun. Good night.”
Mwah.
I pressed a kiss to his lips, stood, and left the house.
The next day.
“…………Why did the number go up again?!”
I stared at the text reflected in the mirror and couldn’t make sense of it at all.