I Want You
When I open my eyes from sleep, I wish everything that happened yesterday would turn out to be nothing more than a nightmare — that I would wake up in my own studio apartment.
But denying reality like this is useless.
The cold metal clamped around my cock tells me this is real.
"Uuuuh…."
Minhi, who had insisted on sharing this already-narrow bed, wasn't in the spot beside me.
With a sigh of relief and the lingering warmth still pressed against my back, I tried to go back to sleep —
Scratch. Scratch.
Lying there, I kept hearing something scraping.
I turned from the wall toward the desk, and there was Minhi sitting in the chair.
Even with morning sunlight filtering through the curtains, that light was still on, and…
That continuous scratch-scratch sound was coming from over there.
"I'm going to kill her. I'm going to fucking kill her… How dare someone like you? To our oppa?? I'm going to kill you, you fucking bitch……."
Screeeech.
Minhi sat at the desk muttering about killing someone, making that unpleasant scraping sound over and over.
This doesn't feel good….
Just one day.
I'd only been at Minhi's side for a single day, but I could tell instinctively.
If I stuck my nose in, I'd be the one who got hurt. So I turned back over, pretending to sleep.
Scratch…
The moment I faced the wall and pretended again, that unpleasant sound suddenly stopped.
"……"
Then I felt Minhi's gaze on my back, followed by the crash of her knocking over the chair.
Crash. Bang.
In this cramped little room of barely sixteen square meters, Minhi's footsteps approached.
I just closed my eyes as hard as I could, pretending to still be asleep.
Creeeak.
Minhi climbed onto the bed.
I had no idea what she was doing up there.
She didn't pinch me or poke me or try to wake me for morning — she just stayed completely still.
Stay calm… Don't react….
With the certainty that I absolutely should not wake up right now, I breathed soft, even breaths as if still asleep.
Matching my breathing, Minhi's breath brushed against my ear. The bed, which had sunk under her weight, settled back as she took hold of my shoulder.
Then she rolled my sideways body onto my back and whispered softly into my ear.
"Oppa, I'm going to run to the mart for a bit, so rest well. I hope you dream of me. I love you, oppa."
Saying she loved me and that she was heading to the mart, Minhi stroked my hair, opened the door, and I heard it close.
"Haaa… I-is she gone…."
"……"
The moment the door shut, thinking Minhi had left, I sat up in bed and opened my eyes —
"……Not asleep?"
There was Minhi, leaning against the door, staring at me.
Click.
Still leaning there, watching me, Minhi locked the door and started walking toward me.
"Why were you pretending to sleep?"
"Ah, no, th-that's…."
"…Excuses the second you wake up?"
Walking slowly, Minhi went to the desk and started making that bizarre sound I'd heard earlier.
Screeeeech.
"Fine, whatever… I'm not going to punish you for something like that, so don't be so tense, oppa…."
Making that sound at the desk, Minhi picked something up in each hand and slowly approached the bed. She shoved my sitting body down and climbed right on top of me.
"Th-that… Minhi… c-calm down and put down what you're holding, okay…."
The thing that had been making that continuous scratch-scratch sound was…
A kitchen knife with a somewhat worn, serrated edge, held in Minhi's hand.
"Why are you scared?"
"Th-that's… dangerous…."
"Aah~ I see. You're saying that because you're worried about me since it's dangerous, right?? That's it, right?"
"Y-yeah… so p-put the knife down…."
"Alright. Since the oppa who loves me and cares about me is saying so…."
Minhi looked at the kitchen knife in her hand, made a show of setting it down — then slammed it into the bed right next to my head.
"Uh… huuuh… M-Minhi…."
The knife that had just skimmed past my head was now buried in the mattress. My body trembled from the near-death experience.
"What, did you think I was actually going to stab you with this?"
"Huff… huff… n-no…."
Tension ran through my entire body.
I could only think that every single word I said now had to be carefully considered before I spoke it.
Still straddling me, Minhi grabbed the kitchen knife stuck beside my head and slowly started dragging it downward.
Screeeeech.
The blade scraped against the bed springs, making that bizarre sound as it gradually moved toward my shoulder.
"Oppa… are you scared right now?"
"Y-yeah… Minhi, c-can you stop…."
"Okay… stop… I should stop…."
At my request, Minhi set the kitchen knife down and showed me the other thing she'd brought from the desk.
My… phone.
"But putting that aside… I saw this, so I'd like an explanation?"
"W-what…."
Minhi held out my phone with dead eyes.
What she pointed to was a text from Eunseo that had come late last night — asking to go see a movie at lunch on Sunday. Meaning today.
"Are you fucking with me? You fucking said she was nothing, oppa!!!"
The moment I saw the text, Minhi raised her voice and grabbed my hair.
"I-it hurts… Minhi, j-just a second…."
"What 'just a second'… You clearly said yesterday she was just a junior you knew. Just a junior you knew, you fucking bastard!!!"
"Guhhh… s-stop…."
"What stop, you fucking bastard!!! Hurry up and explain — use that smart mouth of yours to make excuses or whatever, just fucking explain, you bastard!!"
Minhi hit me in the face with my phone, continuously demanding an explanation.
"You son of a bitch! You said she was nothing!! You told me she was just a junior — you fucking said just a junior — and this fucking junior is sending you texts like this late at night hitting on you… just a junior?????"
Sitting on top of me, Minhi kept grabbing my hair and shaking me roughly.
"I-I don't know anything about this, Minhi… r-really…."
She was originally the type of junior who liked looking after people, so sometimes texts like that just came —
"Don't know? You don't know?"
"Y-yeah… I really don't know anything about this…."
"Really?"
"Yeah… I-I really don't know… sh-she's just always like that…."
"Is that so? That's how it is? That's what it was?"
"Y-yeah…."
When I said she was just that kind of person, Minhi let go of my hair.
"Aah… okay… so that's how it is~"
Minhi spoke as if accepting my words, just staring at the phone in her hand.
She carefully examined it, then —
WHAM!
"Kraaagh!"
Minhi started beating me with the phone.
"She's always like that? Always like that??? That fucking bitch is always like that??"
Thud!! WHAM!
"S-stop, Minhi, stop…."
I raised my arms to defend myself against her blows, but she just kept unilaterally striking me with my phone.
"You said you didn't know, you fucking bastard!! But 'always'?? 'Always'??? This fucking fox bitch is wagging her tail at oppa and you're talking about it like it's nothing?? Are you fucking with me right now???"
"Stop… M-Minhi, I was wrong, p-please stop… it hurts… it hurts…."
She must have hit hard — the arm that took the phone blows was trembling, and it seemed to be bleeding.
"Hurts? It hurts right now??"
"Y-yeah… it hurts… so p-please stop, Minhi…."
"Let me see how much it hurts."
"A l-lot… it hurts a lot…."
At my claim that it hurt, Minhi started looking at my injured arm.
"Here? This is where it hurts?"
"Y-yeah… y-you… hnnngh… it hurts so much…."
"How much does it hurt?"
"A l-lot… it hurts a lot, Minhi…."
As I said it through tears, Minhi carefully…
Started pressing hard on the spot hit by the phone with her thumb.
"AAAAAGH!!! S-stop, stop!!!"
"What stop… oppa…."
As if one hand wasn't enough, she started pressing the hit area hard with both hands.
I thrashed my arm trying to get free somehow, but Minhi wouldn't let go of the arm she'd grabbed and just kept pressing.
"It hurts now, right?? It hurts a lot, right?"
"Gyaaah!! Stop, please! Please stop!!"
I kept screaming, begging her to stop pressing where I'd just been hit.
"Don't be such a baby, oppa… I've hurt hundreds, thousands of times worse than this… Watching the oppa I love… having some fox-like fucking bitch wag her tail at him somewhere I'm not… seeing it with my own eyes like this…."
She finally stopped crushing the spot she'd hit and slowly took my hand, bringing it toward her chest.
Then Minhi placed my hand on her left breast and spoke with a sad face.
"My chest hurts so much, so much, so much… like someone shredded it with a knife… so why are you fine with it, oppa…."
"M-Minhi…."
"Oppa… Yoo Junhi oppa… you love me, right?"
"Y-yeah…."
By now, lying that I loved her was becoming second nature.
"So you love me too, right?"
"Yeah… I-I love you too…."
When I said I loved her, Minhi finally seemed to relax and exhaled.
Then the phone she'd been holding — the one she'd beaten me with, still stained with blood — Minhi didn't care at all as she handed it to me.
"Then call her right in front of me… Tell her to stop hitting on you."
A Studio Near a Certain University
"Haaa… Why hasn't Oppa Junhi replied after reading my text…."
Even though I'd messaged a bit late at night, the '1' on my text disappeared and still there was no reply.
"Uuugh… Was it too sudden after all?"
Every time I saw him at school walking alone, or standing in line for the cafeteria only to get cut in front of and just take it with that passive look — I knew at a glance.
That person… no, that man… I want him… I want to make him mine….
So I'd approached him every time, spoken to him first like this, but today there was no reply.
"Haaa… Really, Senior Junhi… I want you…."
One corner of the room was packed with his photos and things he'd used.