Her Miracle
At first, it was a complete shock. To think he would request a restraining order—and of all people, through that wretched bitch Min Seo-hye. I never imagined Ha-woon would go that far. Fear gripped me. What if I miscalculated? What if Ha-woon doesn't actually like me? Part of me wanted to throw away high school this very instant, kidnap him, and flee to some remote corner of the world where we could be entirely alone, until he literally couldn't survive without me. In that fleeting moment, a tempest of frantic thoughts ravaged my mind.
But the quiet sincerity of his words had ultimately calmed my racing heart.
—“It’s so we can keep a good relationship. If things go on like this, I feel like I’ll end up truly hating you. If you’re good and wait, I’ll lift it.”
In other words, he didn't hate me yet. I couldn't afford to throw away the precious chance Ha-woon had given me. I had intended to leave quietly, but that smug bitch Min Seo-hye just had to push her luck. I made sure to leave a warning loud enough for both of them to hear before walking out of the Student Council Room.
—“Remember. I’m going to make you mine. Your body, your mind, everything. Even if I have to risk my entire life. So don’t betray my patience.”
I meant every word, which was precisely why I had no intention of just sitting idly by. After all, the order only meant I couldn't approach him. I went straight home, changed into a dark hoodie, grabbed a pair of sunglasses and a face mask, and staked out a spot with a clear view of the school gates. My immediate goal was to tail Ha-woon and find out where he lived.
Before long, Ha-woon emerged. He was accompanied by his younger sister—whom I had glimpsed through the window this morning—along with Ji Su-ah, and a boy who was likely Ha-woon's friend and Ji Su-ah's boyfriend. The moment they cleared the school gates, Ha-woon pulled out his phone. He spoke into it with a look of deep frustration, then showed the screen to his friend, looking increasingly flustered as they conversed. Every single gesture, every fleeting expression on his face was so incredibly cute.
Should I just kidnap him right now…? No, no. I had declared that I would win his heart as well as his body, hadn't I? I wiped the drool from my lips and continued my quiet pursuit. After a short while, Ji Su-ah and her boyfriend waved goodbye to Ha-woon and his sister. They had to be close to Ha-woon's house now. Ignoring the couple who split off, I was about to slip down a side street to keep tracking Ha-woon when—
"Doesn't it feel like someone's been staring at the back of our heads for a while now?"
Ji Su-ah, who had just parted from Ha-woon, seemed to have sensed something. She was an unsettling girl. I could detect a trace of the same cunning in her that Min Seo-hye possessed—the type to manipulate people to her whim with a sweet, smiling face. Her shocked expression when she first saw me with Ha-woon had also felt off, but I had let my guard down only because her boyfriend was Ha-woon's best friend.
"Well, I don't really know."
"What do you ever know?"
Unlike when she was dealing with me or when the others were around just a moment ago, Ji Su-ah's voice was laced with sharp, icy thorns. To change so instantly... She really was a two-faced girl. The thought crossed my mind, but I didn't have time to worry about Ji Su-ah. I quieted my footsteps and slipped out of the alleyway.
Fortunately, I hadn't lost Ha-woon. The siblings, who had been walking in silence, finally opened the front gate of a house and stepped inside.
So that's Ha-woon's house…
The space where he lived his daily life was right before my eyes. The place where he ate, slept, bathed, and exposed his naked body. It was the place where everything I wanted to share with him unfolded. Imagining him in such a defenseless state was almost too much to bear.
My pussy is throbbing…
I wanted to stay as close to him as possible, but for now, I had no choice but to head back.
That night, I masturbated until dawn, my mind entirely consumed by thoughts of Ha-woon. His hard, rigid cock, which had filled my mouth with its thick, musky scent, kept flashing before my eyes over and over again. The sensation of his hot semen violently splashing against the roof of my mouth and throat, clinging to my flesh, filled my head with a sticky, inescapable heat. I didn't even know when I finally drifted off. My last memory was mumbling his name to the soft chirping of birds banishing the night.
When I opened my eyes, it was already past noon. I woke up beneath the covers to a damp, sticky sensation. A sharp, musky scent pricked my nose. After throwing the sheets into the wash, hanging them to dry, and thoroughly scrubbing my body, I pulled my hoodie back on and headed toward the school. I didn't dare step foot inside the classroom, terrified that facing him directly would shatter my self-control and make me ravish him on the spot, but I desperately wanted to at least catch a glimpse of him from afar.
On his way home that day, he was accompanied only by his friend. Wrapped in a somewhat subdued atmosphere, they eventually arrived at a residential house. Seeing Ha-woon follow his friend inside as the boy opened the door familiarly, it seemed he was planning to spend some time there. Pained by his sudden disappearance from my sight, I lingered around the neighborhood. Ha-woon's melancholy eyes kept flickering in my mind. Whenever I thought of him, I completely lost all track of time.
Long after the sky had turned pitch black, Ha-woon finally emerged from the house. It was already past midnight.
What if he runs into some creep at this hour…?
Swallowing my disapproval, I quietly followed him. His footsteps grew heavier and slower the closer he got to his house. His deep, weary sigh echoed softly through the quiet night air. The sight of his back as he cautiously opened the door and stepped inside looked incredibly fragile, as if he might break at any moment.
In the midst of the darkness, a light soon flickered on in a second-floor window. That had to be his bedroom. He had looked so utterly exhausted. I expected him to turn off the light and go to sleep immediately, but the window remained bright for a long time. Perhaps he was stretching to clear his mind; a faint silhouette flickered behind the frosted glass for quite a while. Even after the light finally went out, I just stood there, frozen in the dark. Ha-woon had looked so depressed the entire time. Torn between worry over what was troubling him so deeply and a vain, foolish hope that perhaps he was missing me, I stared up at his dark window, desperate to be just a little closer to him.
What would Ha-woon be like on his day off? Would he step outside and show me his beautiful face? Or would the heavy depression I sensed keep him trapped inside his house all through the long weekend? I missed him so much it ached. I had no way of knowing if he would even show himself once morning came, but waiting was the only thing I could do. It was bound to be an agonizingly long night.
It was a miracle. Just when I was beginning to despair of even catching a glimpse of him as the day dragged on, he finally stepped outside. Suppressing the overwhelming urge to run up and throw my arms around him, I trailed him from a careful distance. The further we walked, the clearer it became that he had no destination in mind. He would hesitate at crossroads before aimlessly taking a step, gazing blankly at the mundane scenery as he wandered down unfamiliar paths. Eventually, we arrived at a trail that lingered familiarly in a corner of my memory.
It was a mountain path I used to climb often with my grandfather when I was a child. Unaccustomed to hiking, Ha-woon's pace was slow and halting. Having plenty of leeway, I found myself reminiscing about those old days. Memories that had grown faint suddenly bloomed into vivid clarity. Soon, Ha-woon arrived at a fork in the trail. Faced with the choice between a gentle, winding path and a steep, direct shortcut, Ha-woon chose the winding route. I took the opposite way. The two paths ran close to each other—close enough that as I scaled the steep slope, I could look down at him through the gaps in the trees.
After spotting Ha-woon making his way up toward the observatory where the two trails converged, I climbed a bit higher and hid. His footsteps, which had been so heavy ever since he left his friend's house, had gradually lightened as he scaled the mountain. I doubted he would turn back now. If he kept going, I planned to pretend I was heading down, feigning a chance encounter so I could at least say hello.
Ha-woon stood there, gazing down at the town below for quite a long time. I wondered what his eyes were searching for. I even harbored a foolish, desperate hope that perhaps he was looking at the streets we had walked together, or the office where we had shared our first kiss.
No…
I forced the expectation down. It was my arrogant certainty that Ha-woon liked me that had made me ignore his feelings and act entirely on my own selfish whims. Wasn't that why I was being punished now, reduced to watching him from such a painful distance?
Finally, he began walking in my direction. I stepped out to meet him, softly calling his name.
"Ha-woon..."
Terrified that he might be angry at me for showing up when he had told me to wait, my voice trailed off as I hesitantly scanned his expression. He seemed merely surprised; there was even a faint hint of relief in his eyes, but I could neither rejoice nor feel at ease. Facing Ha-woon up close after watching him from afar for the past two days, the dark circles under his eyes were heavy and pronounced—a stark, undeniable proof that the shadow I had sensed hanging over him was all too real.
"Is something... wrong?"
Terrified that he might say it was because of me, I spoke first, desperately trying to preempt his answer.
"Was it... because of me? Did I... make things hard for you?"
Lost in thought for a brief moment, he let out a bitter, hollow smile.
"Yeah... it was partly because of you..."
Like an idiot... what on earth was I expecting? There wasn't a single trace of longing in his expression. The crushing reality that I was nothing more than a source of pain to him weighed down on me. It was so heavy that I wanted to collapse to my knees right then and there. But I couldn't do that. I couldn't embarrass Ha-woon again on a public trail where so many people passed by.
"I'm sorry..."
I couldn't bear to look him in the eye.
"For running into you like this..."
I wanted him to regain the bright, beautiful appearance I loved so much. I wished that one day, he would look at me and smile without a care in the world. Holding onto that desperate, fragile hope, I began to brush past him.
"Don't go..."
Once again, a miracle was unfolding. Unable to hide my sudden shock, I spun back around to face him.
"Please, take me away... to somewhere where no one can see me..."
A sudden breeze swept through the trees, softly rustling his fine, silky hair.