“Ah. Um. Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow at lunch. Buy me a meal at the cafeteria.”
“Got it. It’s so hot. You should go in soon too.”
I let go of his hand and left the court. I felt his gaze on my back. I fanned my flushed face as I climbed the stairs, muttering, “Embarrassing. So embarrassing.” I’d completely forgotten about the stalker’s messages.
It wasn’t until morning that I remembered the stalker. I wondered if he’d change his ID and message me again, but thankfully, he was quiet. Maybe his sudden contact was just a whim. The thought eased my mind.
Today was a day with morning classes. After attending, I called Heon out for a meal. There were five cafeterias on campus, and I asked which one he preferred. He said he had a liberal arts class in the afternoon, so we should go to the one near the College of Humanities. We ate tonkatsu for lunch. After eating, Heon slung his bag over his shoulder and left for his lecture. I wandered around, looking for a place to smoke. Since I rarely came to this part of campus, I didn’t know where the smoking area was and ended up walking in circles.
Finally, I stopped someone and asked for directions.
And when I finally found the smoking area, I saw familiar faces and couldn’t bring myself to enter.
Hae-joon sunbae and Jin-wook.
I backed away, pressing myself against the convenience store sign next to me.
My heart pounded. Why were they sitting together? And why here, of all places? This was far from both the College of Physical Education and the College of Engineering.
They clearly knew each other.
But why come all the way here……? I glanced at Jin-wook’s face. He looked furious, his expression twisted in anger.
I couldn’t hear their conversation clearly, but I caught Jin-wook’s outburst:
“Are you done talking, you psycho bastard?”
Jin-wook stood up abruptly, seething. I hesitated. Should I risk getting closer? Maybe if I stood behind them, they wouldn’t notice……
But before I could decide, Jin-wook shouted, his voice filled with rage:
“You know what’s disgusting? That I got into this university. That I have to go to the same school as a fucking psychopath like you. Why can’t you fix your fucked-up habits? Why do I have to clean up your mess all the time? Stop spouting your bullshit logic and either fucking die, disappear from my sight, or stop your fucked-up behavior!”
Jin-wook’s voice was loud. I couldn’t hear Hae-joon sunbae’s replies, but Jin-wook’s furious words were clear.
Psychopath. Vermin. Die. Disappear.
Every word was an insult, a curse.
How did they know each other? Why did Jin-wook hate Hae-joon sunbae so much? Should I listen more, or pretend I didn’t hear anything and leave?
Honestly, there wasn’t much to think about. I couldn’t resist my curiosity.
I stepped out from behind the sign as naturally as possible and moved behind a sculpture. Luckily, they were too focused on each other to notice me. Finally, I caught fragments of Hae-joon sunbae’s reply:
“……I can’t stand the jealousy. I don’t need your understanding.”
“Fuck. Fuck. I’m warning you again.”
“……”
“If you’re going to do it, do it where I can’t see. Out of my sight. Got it?”
“How am I supposed to do it out of your sight? We live together.”
We live together.
Jin-wook. Hae-joon.
Why hadn’t I realized? The surname Cha wasn’t common, and they didn’t look alike at all, so I never considered it.
They were…… family.
I finally understood the relationship between Jin-wook and Hae-joon.
***
The man was gone for half the day.
I didn’t know the exact hours, but he always came by at least once a day to sleep, so I assumed it was something like that.
The time he wasn’t there was time I was left alone.
Being alone was terrifying. The disgusting, many-legged bugs in this old house constantly crawled out from the cracks in the wood, scurrying around.
They were grotesque and filthy. I couldn’t leave the bed—the only freedom I had—until they disappeared. Sometimes, ants would crawl onto the bed, and I’d crush them with my nails. Even after killing them over and over, they’d bite my skin, leaving itchy marks. When I scratched, wounds formed, and they stank.
If I closed my eyes to ignore them, I’d hear a buzzing noise and feel like someone was watching me. Then, I’d pull the blanket over my head and hide.
I was afraid the disgusting eyeballs I’d seen before would burst through the walls. I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes and check. I just endured the hellish time until the man returned.
When he came back, everything returned to normal. The grotesque things vanished as if washed away, and for a brief moment, I could breathe. I could eat, drink my only source of sugar—cocoa—and finally use the bathroom. Most importantly, I had someone to talk to. After being locked up, listening to bugs crawl around, I was on the verge of madness. His arrival was like a lifeline.
As I waited for him, my attitude became more and more submissive. He, in turn, grew more affectionate. Last night, he’d asked what I wanted. A pillow talk. He’d thrust his cock into my ass, nibbling on my earlobe, and whispered, “Siwoo, is there something you want?” I was too lost in pleasure to answer properly. Locked up like this, what could I possibly want?
When I didn’t answer, he ordered me to think about it by today. And as I waited for him, I realized what I needed. A clock.
Footsteps.
I peeked my face out from under the blanket. My limbs, weakened from lying down all the time, were visible. I checked if bugs were still crawling on the floor before stumbling toward the door.
The click of the lock made me fidget. As soon as the door opened and I saw the man, I rushed to him. He caught my waist, slightly surprised.
“I waited. I know what I want.”
“What is it?”
“A clock.”
“……I’ll bring you one. It won’t be hard now.”
Now—did that mean it had been hard before?
I didn’t think deeply about his words. I was just happy he’d bring me a clock.
As soon as he entered the room, the stench that had lingered vanished, and the bugs didn’t dare come out. The refreshing feeling after hours of torment made my expression unguarded. The man, staring down at me, pulled me into his arms and suddenly pressed his face close.
His lips violently devoured mine. His tongue, familiar and soft, invaded my mouth, swallowing my moan. His hands roamed my waist, my skin, and pulled down my elastic waistband. He gripped my ass firmly, his fingers lightly tracing between my cheeks. I felt a hint of longing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned my body against him. Our tongues twisted together, pushing down my throat.
His kisses were overwhelming. Saliva I couldn’t swallow dripped from the corner of my mouth.
I kept pulling away and pressing back, gasping for air. Before I knew it, the bed was behind me. My pants were already on the floor.
His hand, which had been groping my ass, suddenly stopped. I panted, looking up at him. The intense movement slowed, and after a smack, his lips left mine. He looked down at me with a smirk and said:
“But what will you do for me?”
“What do you want me to do?”
“What will you give me in return for the clock?”
“……”
I was caught off guard. I furrowed my brows, thinking. No matter how hard I thought, I had nothing to give him.
The man licked my lips slowly, then bit down lightly. I winced. Even a light bite hurt. He looked at my furrowed brows affectionately and said:
“Will you give me a blowjob?”
“……What?”
“I want you to suck my cock with your mouth.”
“……”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
