Snipping Away the Past
I finished up my work and was lounging on the sofa, scrolling through OTT content, when my smartphone buzzed briefly.
It was Jihye, as expected.
This time it wasn’t a photo but a fairly large video file.
[Oppa… I’m seriously going crazy. My fiancé is right in front of me but my pussy keeps getting wet… Hehe, just thinking about you makes it keep flowing.]
When I played the video, it showed a table at a softly lit fine-dining restaurant.
Across from the camera sat the upper body of a man in a neat suit, his hands resting on the table.
That rich boy really doesn’t look all that great.
A moment later, the angle whipped around and the smartphone camera slowly dipped beneath the table.
Switched to front-facing selfie mode, the lens was now aimed up her skirt.
Between her slightly parted thighs.
In the dark space hidden by the tablecloth, her H-line skirt was daringly hiked up to her hips.
And the obscene sight I had seen in the photo that morning was now captured vividly in motion.
Going commando at a fine-dining restaurant. Bold.
The words “Han Siwoo’s Exclusive Pussy” were still written there.
But what was happening below was even more insane.
Between her spread pink pussy lips, her juices were flowing nonstop.
She must have been dripping like crazy—the clear fluid ran down the insides of her thighs, glistening, and dripped onto the leather chair seat, forming a small puddle.
In the video, Jihye held the camera in one hand while her other hand gently rubbed her clit. She kept squeezing and spreading her thighs repeatedly.
All the while, from above the table, the voice of the man named Yerang spoke to her affectionately, every word recorded clearly.
“Jihye. If the wedding is next fall, we should start looking at venues soon. The popular places book up a year in advance. Want to tour our wedding hall next weekend?”
“Mm… haa… sounds good, oppa.”
“Your face is especially red today. You’re already pretty, but the wine makes you even prettier.”
“…Thank you, oppa. Must be the wine… it’s a bit… warm in here. Ngh…”
She was doing her best to sound like a modest, well-behaved bride-to-be, but her voice trembled faintly at the end.
Beneath the table she was filming a video of her dripping pussy in heat for another man, while above it she was having a conversation with her fiancé about their wedding a year from now.
The dissonance between the man’s tender voice painting their future and the wet, squelching sounds coming from below was overwhelming.
This situation was a hundred times more arousing than any hardcore porn I’d ever seen.
I smiled and typed back.
[Hey. That puddle of pussy juice on the chair lololololol is this shit for real? What if Yerang sees the seat soaked when you stand up after dinner?]
[I don’t want that… I’ll secretly wipe it before I get up. Oppa, I’m so turned on right now I’m losing my mind. Not wearing panties means my pussy is sliding directly on the leather chair… Oppa, am I doing a good job holding it in?]
She really is ruthless.
Even while her future husband is lovingly cutting meat for her and dreaming of their newlywed life, the only thing in Jihye’s head is my name written above her pussy.
Sigh… hang in there, Yerang.
What was his name again? I’m sure they mentioned it during that threesome with Jihye, Jihui, and Sujeong…
Oh. Kim Minsu. Yeah. Hang in there, Minsu.
You’re over there grinning like an idiot, completely unaware of what state the secret place of the woman you swore to love forever is in right now.
[Alright. Keep holding it in until you get home and I’ll give you a reward.]
[Really?? What kind of reward?? Can I come see you tomorrow, oppa?? Or should I just say I have a headache after dinner and come straight to your place?? I’ll suck your cock so nicely for you hehehe.]
Jeez. You’re terrifying, Jihye.
How can you casually say you’ll ditch your boyfriend by claiming a sudden headache just so you can come drain my dick?
[I’m really taking a break this week. Just go home quietly and comfort yourself by fingering that pussy. I’ll contact you about the reward later and give it to you then.]
[Aaaaaah oppaaaaa ㅠㅠㅠ You’re so mean for real ㅠㅠ Okay… I’ll send you a bonus video from home! You have to watch it!!]
She sounded dejected, but that stubborn determination to send a bonus video no matter what was impressive.
You really are something, Yang Jihye.
A bonus video, though… what the hell is that supposed to be, Jihye…
A few hours later.
Just as she had promised, a long message from Jihye arrived along with a video.
A video of her lying on the bed with her legs spread wide, rubbing her clit with one hand while violently fucking her pussy with a dildo.
In the video, Jihye was practically screaming my name.
So this is the bonus video?
Our Jihye really goes hard.
Would this sell well if I uploaded it as VOD?
…Maybe that’s too cynical a thought.
I lay crooked on the sofa, watched the entire video, then left a short reply.
[Sometimes I really think you’re a crazy bitch lololololol so fucking funny. Yeah, I admit it. Save your stamina for the next stream. Sleep well, Jihye.]
I didn’t even need to open the app.
It was a night where dopamine exploded in my everyday life.
And the next day.
I got up, took a quick shower, and stepped out.
Standing in front of the mirror, I shook out my wet hair and thought about the schedule I had booked for today.
The hair salon.
Yes. Today was the day I would put a period on the lingering regrets of my twenties.
I went into the dressing room and started picking out clothes.
Just like I had decided last night, wearing a full suit from head to toe would be too much.
That was the kind of thing a nouveau riche asshole who suddenly got money and came to show off would do.
It would look tacky.
Instead, I wanted to look like a successful man who didn’t feel the need to flaunt it.
A style that subtly exuded ease would show the other person even more composure.
I put on an oversized street jumper, a sweatshirt, and light slacks, then stood in front of the mirror.
Hm. My base looks really are solid, Siwoo. Not bad at all.
I slipped on a light watch, grabbed my car keys, and left the house.
When I started the sports car parked in the garage, a low, heart-thumping exhaust note rumbled.
I stepped on the accelerator and smoothly pulled out of the Yeonnam-dong mansion.
It had been two years since we broke up—right when I turned thirty.
We had been scraping the bottom together, fighting to survive at the tail end of our youth.
Now both she and I would meet again as proper adults in our own places.
I stopped at a red light and looked out the window.
The bright midday sun of a clear weekend poured down brilliantly.
I lightly adjusted my grip on the wheel.
Sojeong’s shop wasn’t far.
Near Sookmyung Women’s University Station.
The closer I got to my destination, the faster my heart beat.
Before long, the navigation announced I had arrived.
It was on the first floor of a clean building. Rent must be pretty high.
A one-person shop with warm-toned lighting flowing out through the glass windows.
On the sign, her name was written in pretty cursive.
Fortunately there was a dedicated parking space, so I parked right away and headed for the entrance.
Ha… I’m nervous for no reason.
It was a pleasant weekend afternoon, the sunlight not too harsh.
As I pushed open the glass door, a cheerful chime rang through the shop.
“Welcome. Do you have a reservat…”
The woman organizing the reservation book at the counter looked up.
Her words cut off sharply in midair.
Seol Sojeong.
She looked a little thinner than in the photos, but that unique firm and capable aura was exactly the same.
Her hair was neatly tied up, and she wore a perfectly fitted designer apron.
The fresh twenty-something from the past was gone. In her place stood a thirty-year-old salon director who smelled completely of a true professional.
Her eyes widened into perfect circles.
Shock, embarrassment, and countless other emotions swirled rapidly inside them.
I stood by the door and carefully opened my mouth.
“…It’s been a while, Sojeong. Sorry for coming so suddenly.”
At my greeting, Sojeong’s lips trembled faintly.
“Oppa…?”
“I made a reservation. Han Siwoo. Two o’clock slot… Um, I didn’t come with any bad intentions or to make you uncomfortable… I just happened to see that you opened a shop… and I got too curious…”
The words kept tumbling out.
Damn… I wanted to sound cooler.
Sojeong set down the pen she had been holding, stared at me blankly for a moment, then gave a small nod.
“…Yeah. It has been a while… I saw the name and wondered if it was really you… I’m not upset at all… It’s fine. Come sit over here.”
Good. She doesn’t seem angry.
The seat Sojeong led me to was right in front of the mirror in the sunniest spot in the center of the shop.
As I sat down, she came up behind me and draped the salon cape over my shoulders.
The familiar sensation of her placing a towel around my neck and fastening the cape buttons.
It felt so familiar.
Our two figures reflected side by side in the mirror. It was such a strange feeling.
“How would you like it cut?”
Sojeong asked, meeting my eyes in the mirror.
I smiled awkwardly and answered.
“You always just cut it however you thought looked best on me…”
At my reply, Sojeong gave a faint smile too.
Come to think of it, ever since she passed her intern days and became a full designer in the early stages of our relationship, my hair had been entirely in her hands.
“After we broke up, finding a new salon was really hard. You always took care of it for me…”
“Right. Whenever I said come to our salon, you’d show up and let me cut it.”
“Yeah. You handled styling and coloring everything. How’s the old boss you used to work for?”
“I contact her sometimes. She seems to be doing well.”
Light pleasantries passed back and forth through the mirror.
The awkward atmosphere gradually softened with our conversation.
“Your hair has gotten really long. Oppa… you’ve changed a lot.”
Sojeong picked up the spray bottle and lightly misted my hair as she spoke quietly.
I could feel her gaze settling over my outfit and overall vibe.
More than any physical sign that I had made money and succeeded, Sojeong seemed to instinctively sense the ease I now carried—the fact that I was no longer worn down.
Snip. Snip.
The sound of scissors filled the shop.
Every time her hands brushed through my hair, I felt a subtle warmth.
Those fingertips carried all six years of our relationship and the two years of silence that followed.
A quiet, peaceful white noise.
I closed my eyes and listened to it.
With every crossing of the blades, the messy traces of my overgrown past fell to the floor in clumps.
It felt like the pathetic obsessions and deficiencies that had been weighing me down were being snipped away along with them.
It wasn’t about who would laugh at whom or make the other regret anything.
We had simply survived in our own ways and become strong enough to sit across from each other again.
A little later, the sensation of her brushing the hair off my shoulders made me open my eyes.
In the mirror was a perfectly neat and tidy version of me.
And over my shoulder, Sojeong was smiling faintly.
“All done. Do you like it?”
“Yeah. Your skills are still perfect. I won’t be able to go anywhere else now.”
“I’m glad. Your hair was always so picky.”
“That’s why going to other salons was even harder.”
“I bet… Let’s go wash it.”
The shampoo station was tucked away in a small separate area inside the shop.
I lay back in the familiar shampoo chair, and Sojeong placed a towel over my eyes.
Warm water flowed over my scalp.
Shaaaa—.
The sound of water filled the quiet shampoo room.
And her hands gently massaging my scalp.
Maybe my heart had relaxed a little.
The real feelings that had sunk to the bottom of my chest finally spilled out.
“Sojeong.”
“Yeah.”
“…I’m sorry.”
My apology mixed with the sound of running water.
Sojeong’s hands paused for the briefest moment.
“For what?”
“Everything. Every time you suggested we go somewhere nice, I acted pathetic and complained about the money. When you bought expensive couple items with a big heart, I said it was just vanity and got angry even though I didn’t mean it.”
Beneath the dark towel, I smiled bitterly.
“The truth is, it was all my inferiority complex.”
“……”
“In the early days of our relationship when we were both broke, it was fine. Taking the bus to the beach, staying in a cheap motel, eating cup ramen—we were happy.”
“Right. That time was really fun.”
There was a faint smile in Sojeong’s voice too.
“But after you became a designer and started making money, I think I turned pathetic. You paid for almost all our dates, you covered all the trip expenses… and I was still the same cheap guy trembling over a ten-thousand-won bill.”
“……”
“I felt so pathetic that I couldn’t happily accept your kindness. So I got irritated and said we shouldn’t eat expensive things, treated you like you were materialistic, all just to protect my own pride.”
Yes. These were my true feelings.
A truly pathetic and painful confession.
But I had to say it before this towel came off, before the hands washing my hair moved away.
“I think I finally understand how exhausted you must have been beside me. I’m sorry. Truly.”
Shaaaa—.
The water continued for a long time.
Sojeong, who had been rinsing my hair, quietly turned off the faucet.
“Oppa.”
Her damp hand gently stroked the area around my forehead.
“I never once minded paying. Seeing you feel sorry made me want to buy you even better things and help you not feel small.”
“I know. You were always the considerate one.”
“But… you kept pushing me away and crawling into your own cave. There was nothing I could do.”
Sojeong’s voice was trembling slightly.
“I was anxious about my own life too. Becoming a designer didn’t mean I was suddenly making huge money, and the future looked bleak. My own plate was already full, so I couldn’t pull up someone who kept sinking with only my own strength.”
“……”
“I’m sorry for being too weak… for not being able to support you until the end. I should have held on just a little longer.”
Her sincere regret and apology.
I let out a quiet breath beneath the towel.
“No. You weren’t weak. I was just too heavy back then. Heavy enough to devour even the life of the person who loved me.”
The towel was lifted.
Under the bright lights, Sojeong looked down at me with slightly reddened eyes.
Without thinking, I reached out and lightly flicked the hem of her apron.
“So don’t be sorry. I’ll be the one who’s sorry. We’re both living well now, aren’t we? That’s enough.”
At my words, Sojeong wrinkled her nose, wiped away her tears, and let out a small laugh.
“What is this? You really have gotten old, Han Siwoo. You sound so grown-up.”
“I still think of myself as a kid… but apparently thirty-two makes you an adult.”
We looked at each other and chuckled.
It felt like all the past pain and pathetic regrets had been washed away by the warm water and completely drained down the pipes.
We returned to the chair and dried my wet hair.
In the mirror, both of us looked far more relaxed than before.
The heavy atmosphere had become considerably lighter.
“It turned out really clean. Do I seem better than before?”
“Yeah. I really can’t go anywhere else now.”
I walked to the counter to pay, but Sojeong waved her hands.
“It’s fine. It’s been so long since we saw each other. Today’s on me. Call it an opening service.”
“You run a business. Take the money.”
Instead of my wallet, I pulled out an envelope I had prepared in advance from my inner pocket and placed it on the counter.
A rather thick envelope stuffed with three million won in fifty-thousand-won bills.
Sojeong looked at the money envelope on the counter and stared at me with startled eyes.
“Uh…? What is this?”
“I’m buying a membership. Since you’re self-employed, cash is better, right?”
“No, I can’t accept this much…”
Sojeong pushed the envelope back toward me with a troubled expression.
“It’s a congratulatory gift for your opening and a membership at the same time, you idiot. It’s not like I’m just giving you money. I’ll come by sometimes to get my hair done… if that’s okay with you.”
Sojeong’s eyes trembled faintly.
I hoped she would see me not as the pathetic ex-boyfriend from the past who was eaten up by inferiority over money, but as Han Siwoo who genuinely wanted to celebrate and support her.
After staring into my eyes for a long time, she must have read my heart completely. She finally withdrew the hand that had been pushing the envelope away and smiled faintly.
“…Thank you, oppa.”
“Thank you? For what. You worked hard. I’ll get going. Hope you have massive success, Director.”
“You have to come back for haircuts.”
I turned around and opened the glass door.
As I stepped outside, the midday sunlight shattering against the car windows felt especially dazzling.
It felt like a knot that had been tangled in my chest for a long time had finally come completely undone.
Now, truly, there were no more lingering feelings.