Pounding Heartbeat
Choi Ahyeon stared blankly at the bathroom stall for a moment before shaking her head vigorously side to side.
"...What?"
"Dunno. She called me a slut and said she'd pay if I fucked her once?"
Her face twisted into a scowl in an instant. She knew full well that Taeyang met up with this girl and that girl all the time, but that was no excuse to call him a slut. Even with hundreds of kids per grade, there wasn't a single classmate who didn't know about Taeyang and Ahyeon. Which meant this bitch was either some clueless underclassman or an arrogant senior.
"You fucking... "
Right before the curses could fly, she pressed her mouth against Taeyang's gym shorts. She wouldn't outright tell him not to do it, but she'd made it clear before to cut down on the swearing as much as possible. She glanced up at him slyly. But he just chuckled.
"It's fine. If you're pissed, swear away. Besides, you said that 'cause you were thinking of me, right? I'm grateful."
With that, Taeyang swung his hand down again, smacking the girl's pale ass. He had no intention of going easy on someone who'd treated him like a whore. She was pretty enough to fuck, sure.
Smack!
"Eek!"
"Hey, how many times you cum?"
He yanked her hair back, tilting her head. Her eyes were utterly lost to reason as she slurred out an answer.
"F-Five... five times..."
Ahyeon, whom he'd trained meticulously since childhood, could hold out well enough—but any ordinary girl would've been trembling on jelly legs after this many orgasms.
"I haven't even cum once, and you're already a sloppy pussy mess."
It was a taunt designed to shred her pride, but she was too far gone, her body shuddering uncontrollably. Taeyang clicked his tongue like the steam had all vented out, then slapped her ass again.
Slap!
"Hiiik!"
Her white, plump cheeks jiggled. Ahyeon crossed her arms, glaring with clear dissatisfaction. She figured her own ass was superior in bounce and size, but that milky skin was flawless, like it had never seen a ray of sunlight.
Taeyang pulled out without cumming. The girl slumped against the toilet like she'd collapse, barely holding herself up.
Schlurp—
Taeyang eyed his pussy-juice-coated dick for a second before grabbing her hair and wiping it clean on her locks.
"Hey."
"Ahk!"
He swung the 10,000-won bill she'd given him earlier, smacking the back of her head. A thick wad of 10,000-won bills. Not a small sum by any means, but to Taeyang—who'd made a killing on stocks and crypto—it was no different from tissues to blow his nose on.
"I'm not a slut."
Then he tossed the money into the air like confetti. Queen Seondeok's face splashed into the puddle of cum and juices.
"Keep the money. Just clean up back here."
With that, he walked out without a backward glance, Ahyeon in tow.
*
Taeyang and Ahyeon arrived late at the cafeteria, trays in hand, and sat facing each other. Ahyeon poked at her side dishes with her chopsticks.
"...I really hate girls like that. Should I rally the crew and fuck her up?"
That was the first thing out of her pouty, sulky mouth after minutes of puffed lips.
"Nah, let's not. She seemed like a year above us— no need to stir up trouble."
Taeyang chuckled lightly and plopped a chunk of meat from his tray onto hers.
"What? Eat this or something?"
"No, just thought you should have some."
"Who you calling a pig?"
"That's why you hate it?"
"Nah. Thanks. Love you. Meat's the best."
She sliced the chunk in half anyway and slid half back onto his tray.
"Taeyangie's too nice for his own good."
Ahyeon shoveled a big spoonful of rice into her mouth, cheeks puffing like a hamster as she chewed.
"Gotta keep you under close watch."
She was baffled herself. How long had they been apart? And already sluts in heat were swarming him. She needed to block those sex-crazed pervs at the source.
Taeyang laughed even bigger than before.
"If you watch me that close, where's my freedom?"
"Huh? Freedom? You're mine."
"Fair enough, can't argue with that."
She called it watching, but it just meant sticking to him like glue. Plus, he'd trained her well enough that even if he fucked other girls, she'd feel envy at most—no real jealousy. No big worries there.
"Still, not today, right?"
Ahyeon set down her chopsticks with a sigh. She was clearly bummed they couldn't hang after school.
"Yeah, sucks, but hold out just through after-school today. Tomorrow we play together—or the day after, we can go somewhere fun."
It was Thursday, so just one more day till the weekend. No sandstorms for spring, nice weather—perfect for a trip if a good spot came to mind.
Taeyang tossed it out casually, but Ahyeon lit up like it was Christmas.
"For real? Then we—!"
"Hold up."
Taeyang raised a hand quick, cutting her off.
"Don't say what we do yet—listen first."
He usually led their meetups and plans, but this time he'd extend today's "exclusive" vibe.
"For this weekend, you decide everything from A to Z. Wherever you wanna go, whatever you wanna do—I'll follow your lead completely."
"Huuuh?!"
Ahyeon gasped dramatically and flopped back into her chair. Her eyes dropped to the table, where her hands trembled with tension. It felt just like years ago, that nervous thrill when she'd been formally invited over and met Taeyang's parents.
"Wh-What about the concept?"
Normal students? Secret rendezvous? Some batshit roleplay? They had a dog collar and tail plug at home.
Taeyang shrugged easily.
"You pick that too."
"Hiiieeeek!"
Steam practically shot from her ears. She gripped her chopsticks like a dagger and yelled.
"Me! I'll...! For real! You can look forward to it! I'll make memories you'll never forget!"
Good thing the cafeteria was nearly empty, or she'd have drawn every eye.
"I'll be waiting. Do well, and there's a reward."
"For real?!"
After that, Ahyeon wolfed down her food like her eyes were closed and bolted up.
"Let's go!"
"Where?"
"Where else."
She pointed skyward.
"Round two's the rooftop."
"Oh. Right."
Yeah, they'd planned rooftop after lunch. He'd lost track with the topic jumps. Taeyang gave a wry smile as Ahyeon dragged him off by the arm.
*
"Taeyaaaaang!!!! Have a safe trip hooome!!! See you tomorrow!!!"
At the bus stop near Taeyang's apartment, Ahyeon stuck her head out the window, waving wildly. He waved back gently. She insisted on following him home despite different routes, so this was their compromise after a long debate. He covered exactly half the bus fare, of course.
After seeing Ahyeon off, Taeyang got home to Geum Moonbyeol—who'd beaten him back from school—greeting him.
"Whoa, you're back?"
"Yeah."
She was fully ready to head out, shoes the only thing left. Taeyang's eyes widened in rare admiration.
He couldn't help it.
"D-Does it look weird?"
At his subtle reaction, Moonbyeol fidgeted with her hair ends, avoiding his eyes. It was just basic makeup, but since it was her first time, it felt awkwardly fresh to him.
He gave a thumbs-up without exaggeration.
"Nah. You look amazing."
"Tch, buttering me up."
"Ha... Well, I was gonna go casual, but this won't match."
Taeyang eyed his uniform, then her outfit, and said curtly.
"Wait here."
He dashed to his room, stripped off his uniform, and rummaged the closet. Yesterday's semi-formal for class observation? Too old. Reformed uniform? Too light. Track pants? No-brainer reject.
After some thought, he threw on an outfit. Gelled and combed his hair, then stepped out.
Navy oversized shirt, top and bottom buttons undone. Basic light straight-leg pants below, white tee underneath. He rolled the long sleeves just past his knuckles and beckoned.
The plain monochromatic combo was saved by his blonde hair.
"Ready. Let's go."
"......"
But Moonbyeol stayed frozen on the sofa, phone in hand, staring blankly.
Taeyang went quiet too, then pointed at her.
"You're drooling."
"Wh-What? Oh!"
She snapped to, wiping her mouth frantically with her sleeve. She knew she was hopeless, but she'd lost herself for a second.
"What're you thinking? Come on, let's go."
"Uh... yeah."
A bit fancy for grocery shopping, but neither cared as they slipped on shoes.
Waiting for the elevator, Moonbyeol hung a step back, staring holes into Taeyang's back. It looked more like date wear than a corner store run.
Date.
The word looped in her head. She timidly pinched his sleeve between thumb and forefinger.
Date, so this is fine... right?
Taeyang turned, puzzled, spotting her awkward grip. He tilted his head.
"You'll stretch it."
"Oh? Sorry..."
Moonbyeol deflated, loosening her fingers. Taeyang smirked, snatching her retreating hand.
"If you wanna hold, hold hands. Like this."
The elevator dinged open right then. Hand in hand, they stepped in.
[Closing doors.]
The doors shut, and the elevator descended to the first floor.
Thump—
Thump—
Thump—
A foreboding resonance echoed inside with every floor drop. Moonbyeol glanced around in confusion at the unfamiliar rumble.
Taeyang, meanwhile, casually checked the mirror, fixing his clothes with his free hand, utterly unbothered.
Is it okay?
They reached the first floor and stepped out. It hit her like a truck just outside the apartment doors—a sickening sense of wrongness.
That ominous thump-thump still rang right beside her.
But the people on the street—Taeyang included—acted oblivious. That's when she realized.
Thump—
Thump—
Thump—
Absurdly enough... it was the sound of her own heartbeat.