Misunderstanding 2
"It's fine..."
Muttering it to myself like some kind of self-brainwashing, I returned to my seat. My eyes were a little red from crying, but it wasn't noticeable unless you looked really closely. Jung Taeyang hadn't even noticed when I'd dolled myself up, so there was no way he'd pick up on something this subtle.
"..."
Still, it'd be nice if he noticed. If he asked why my eyes were like that, or what was wrong... This was the first time I'd ever craved his attention this badly. I hung my head low, fiddling with my fingers. I miss Jung Taeyang.
"When's he coming back..."
The words slipped out before I could stop them, making me flinch. But I admitted it to myself right away. There were plenty of excuses—hypnosis or whatever. That didn't make the feeling any less real, though. Just thinking about him dating Choi Yubin made my chest ache, and imagining him tangled up with some other girl choked the air right out of me.
Well... there was my answer.
"Haa..."
Of all the times to figure it out. I wished I'd never realized it, or that I'd known sooner. I like Jung Taeyang. Our relationship started with hypnosis, but this wasn't some fake emotion cooked up by it. If it were, I wouldn't even have the brainpower to think like this—I'd just be a drooling mess.
I had no idea when or why it started, but yeah, this was real. Not hypnosis bullshit—a feeling I'd built all on my own. It felt weird directing it at a guy, but what could I do? This was how I felt. Once I admitted it, my heart settled a bit. But the problem wasn't solved. If anything, this was just the beginning.
Jung Taeyang had gone to the health room with Choi Yubin and fucked her brains out. That was a plain fact. No other explanation for those sounds she made. He'd told me last time that I was his only girl experience. So Yubin was number two—his first outside of me.
Then why? Why her and not me? It couldn't be pent-up lust; he'd just use me for that. And not to brag, but I'm the hottest around here, best body for fucking too. Yubin couldn't beat me in looks or figure. So maybe he'd been playing me from the start.
What could Yubin have over me? One thing: novelty. We'd done it a million times, but she'd be fresh territory. Sure, she's been passed around like a slut. I'm his personal cocksleeve, though.
"...Is that it?"
Thinking about it, even a slut has her perks. She's handled so many guys, her technique's gotta be top-notch. Mine's nonexistent—I just do whatever feels good. That could be it. And she knows how to play cute? More like fawning, but she gets how to make a guy feel good. Probably seduced him like that. I studied hard yesterday on O-Tube, but I hadn't shown Taeyang yet.
I always play hard to get, so maybe he got drawn to her obedience. Kinda feels like my fault now. Should've played coy without overdoing it...
Deep in self-recrimination, I whipped my head around at the sound of the door sliding open. Two hours since Taeyang left class—I'd gotten jumpy at every automatic door sound. The faces were always disappointing... except this time.
Jung Taeyang was walking in.
"Oh..."
After obsessing over him, seeing his face made me flush with embarrassment. I turned away like I hadn't noticed, peeking sidelong. He strolled over casually and plopped down next to me. His expression looked way more relaxed than before... So he did fuck her.
"Where'd you go...?"
Now that I knew my feelings, talking to him felt shy. But I couldn't just let it slide. I asked casually, like I was genuinely curious.
"Oh, just felt sick. Health room."
"I see..."
Was that consideration, or a lie? I tried thinking positive, but the anxiety lingered.
"Hey, what's up with your eyes?"
I'd been glancing his way when suddenly he grabbed my face and turned it toward him. My heart pounded as I met his gaze. That serious look—he rarely showed it—was fixed on my eyes. I squeezed mine shut in embarrassment, but he didn't let go even after a while. Finally, I opened them and asked,
"Wh-what...?"
"Were you crying?"
"No. I didn't cry..."
He noticed this too? How? He misses my makeup but spots a little redness right away. Grateful yet exasperated, I trailed off. Then he pulled me into a hug, stroking my hair as his voice rumbled in my ear.
"Because of Choi Yubin?"
"..."
My body trembled. How'd he know? Did he spot me tailing them? I clutched his shirt tight, speechless. He sighed, stopping the petting.
"N-no, it's not..."
I panicked and lied, but it was too late. He gently pushed me away and stood up. The hug felt half-hearted, obligatory. His gloomy face said it all—he was done. I froze, tears threatening again.
He stood with a resolved expression and headed out. The bell was about to ring. I couldn't do anything but watch his back recede.
*
Lunchtime hit, and some kids bolted out. Familiar sight, but it felt alien today. Obvious reason: Jung Taeyang wasn't with me...
"Hoo..."
I sighed and stood. Thought about skipping food, but the snack bar was better. Can't eat cafeteria grub alone anyway—girls eat like dogs on the floor. Might as well skip.
Grabbing my wallet and opening the door, I spotted three figures: Jung Taeyang, Choi Yubin, and some guy I didn't know.
"Oh, Sebin!"
Yubin trotted over from Taeyang's side. He frowned at her; she grabbed my hand and tugged.
"Let's eat!"
"No, I..."
I started to refuse, then paused. What if I didn't go? Him and Yubin eating together? He'd sit at the table, she'd be on the floor... but after today, maybe they'd share a table. Unbearable. I gripped her hand back, steeling myself.
"...Let's go."
I had to win him back somehow. We stood by Taeyang, hands linked. He eyed our clasped hands with distaste.
...Not mad I held her hand, right? Better if he's jealous she grabbed mine. That'd be perfect.
"Fine. Let's go."
He led; we followed. My hand started hurting. Glancing over, Yubin was squeezing hard. Her jealous face said it all.
"..."
Annoying bitch.
*
Yubin and I walked to the cafeteria hand-in-hand. Anyone seeing us might think we were close, but nope—pure power struggle. Never thought I'd arm-wrestle a girl like this.
A weird tension hung between us, unspoken words floating. It persisted even after grabbing trays and spotting Taeyang's table.
The cafeteria was warped by his old hypnosis. Boys ate normally; girls crawled like dogs. Yubin dove under his feet quick, bowl in place, grinning up at me—pathetic.
Jealousy twisted my face, but I held it in. He always lets me eat with him anyway. He cleared his side spot naturally. I sat extra ladylike beside him.
Normally, I'd sit pretty while he fed me. Not today.
"Want me to feed you...?"
I picked up some side dish with chopsticks, offering it over. Pressed my body close too. He looked flustered a sec, then ate it.
Yubin sulked, watching. I snuck a smirk when he wasn't looking. Her face soured—hilarious.
I clung to his arm like a koala. Appeal: I can do better than her—don't toss me.
He hugged back, petting my head. My face melted into bliss, probably humming happily. Didn't notice—just his "cute" made me think so. Petting feels amazing. No wonder I fell for him...
Glancing down at Yubin, she stared enviously. She looked away when I caught her, but too late. I flashed a cocky grin.
"...Sebin."
"Yeah?"
His face darkened. Confused, I felt him pull my waist close. Mood soured, dunno why. I rubbed my tits on his arm, trying aegyo.
"..."
He stared. Was it bad? Deflated, I stopped and mashed my chest harder. Only weapon I had for sure.
"Where'd you learn that...?"
"Huh? What?"
"The aegyo, the moves..."
Couldn't say Studied O-Tube to be cute for you! Pride wouldn't allow, even knowing my feelings. I just gave an awkward laugh.
"W-was it weird...?"
"No. It was cute."
Words said, but his face stayed sour. Shouldn't have... Practice more later.
I shoved food at him quick. He ate, expression unchanged. That bad?
"Wanna go?"
"Huh? Not finishing?"
"Yeah, full..."
Half the rice left. Can't force it. Regretfully, I stood. Yubin had cleaned up, waiting.
"I'll dump yours?"
"Then Sebin's—wait, no."
He started to say my name, then stopped and cleared himself. What the hell...?
We finished fast and headed out. Nice breeze blew. Arm-in-arm, I cooed,
"Wanna walk a bit...?"
"Uh, hmm..."
He hesitated, pulled his arm free.
"T-tomorrow. Not now."
"Oh, okay..."
He headed straight to class. I wandered outside awkwardly, then climbed slowly. Even a short walk...
Then I heard his voice.
"Come there later."
"Got it..."
Yubin's too. I froze mid-stair. There? Health room? Again?
Pretending not to hear, I climbed. He was in class; she beamed outside.
"You heard?"
"...Heard what."
"C'mon, you did. Why pretend?"
"...Shut up."
Ignoring her failed; she kept needling. Payback for my smirk? I brushed past into class.
Taeyang was there.
"..."
Don't wanna let him go.
"H-hey..."
I didn't know what I was doing. Suddenly, I flung myself into his arms, shoving him against the wall. Wall slam—on a guy.
"Wh-what's wrong?"
"..."
I stared up silently. My face must be beet red, super lewd. Not acting. Real reason for slamming: I'd gotten myself worked up. For his eyes.
"..."
Clinging, lewd gaze upward. Could he refuse? And I wasn't the only one trained—his dick twitched, swelling, poking my belly...
"...You're hard."
"This is... uh..."
"...Wanna do it?"
Class empty anyway. Don't care if not. I'm the school-official Taeyang cocksleeve... Super embarrassing to say.
But no backing down. I swallowed, yanked his pants off. His huge cock sprang free, slapping my belly.
"No, wait..."
"We haven't done uniform sex."
"..."
His words vanished. I'd held back saying it, but "uniform sex" hits guys hard.
Good thing I wore panties? Wait, holes ripped anyway? Whatever.
"L-let's do it..."
First time taking charge without hypnosis. His cock in my hand felt massive. Leaning on him, I started slow strokes. Gazing up too—lewd face guaranteed, stroking while staring... gotta love it.
Right...?
"F-feels good?"
"...Yeah."
His ears reddened. Mine too, probably. Both blushing? Fine. Gulping, eyes locked. Below, handjob. Uniforms on. Classroom. Lunchtime... Exhibitionist Taeyang's wet dream.
"Want my mouth...?"
Remembered he loves blowjobs.
"Right after eating okay...?"
"Brushed my teeth..."
Silent yes. I knelt slowly, staring at his cock...
"I'll do it..."