“Ah, that asshole. Truly, he’s never done a single thing right since the old days.”
Seong-hyeon grimaced upon seeing the soaked veil, dripping wet and stretched inside the box.
“Is it okay to just use this as it is?”
The soaked shoes could simply be wiped off, but the lace veil—could it really be salvaged? He considered telling his beloved and reached for his phone, but his eyes widened. Unlike the slightly damp veil and shoes, his phone had been placed directly in the middle of the soaked mess.
“Kim Jin-woo, you dog-like son of a bitch!”
He cursed loudly as he picked up the phone. Fortunately, after wiping it with haste and checking, it seemed no liquid had gotten inside…
“Ah, fuck.”
The screen, which had seemed fine at first glance, flickered briefly. At that moment, his phone vibrated with a buzzing sound, and a notification popped up on the screen.
[Did you get the bouquet? | Hubby]
Strangely, the message appeared to be from his beloved. Great, it’s totally ruined. And I still haven’t finished paying for it. Glancing at the message, Seong-hyeon tapped on various apps, trying to get the phone to work.
Suddenly, the phone buzzed again as another app launched.
[Scheduled event: The day Yoon Seong-hyeon and Hubby become spouses❤️]
The notification he’d scheduled long ago appeared on screen. But unlike usual, the letters were shattered, flickering chaotically as if struck by a noisy blow of thousands of volts, making his eyes ache sharply. He froze in place.
Y o o n S e o n g – h y e o n a n d H u b b y … L O L
The letters of the notification flowed, paused, then flowed again repeatedly.
Soon, the letters of the notification changed completely.
[Instruction: Yoon Seong-hyeon will enjoy whatever his beloved gives him…]
[Instruction: Yoon Seong-hyeon will worship his beloved’s cock with his mouth as soon as he wakes up…]
[Instruction: Yoon Seong-hyeon’s genitals are now a clitoris, only to be touched by his beloved…]
Seong-hyeon’s eyes were fixed on the phone screen, unmoving. As the messages that had been deeply embedded in his mind disappeared from the screen, long-buried memories surfaced uncontrollably.
Seong-hyeon lifting his buttocks to receive a cock. Seong-hyeon wearing a cute striped bra, stuffing a man’s cock into his non-existent cleavage. Seong-hyeon spreading his legs wide, dripping something white from his asshole. Seong-hyeon laughing with joy as a thick, veiny cock slapped his cheek. Seong-hyeon having sex with a man in the living room, on the kitchen table, on the toilet, and in the public parking lot.
“Ugh….”
Overwhelmed by a wave of nausea, the phone slipped from Seong-hyeon’s hand. Suddenly, his vision cleared, as if he had finally removed sunglasses he’d been wearing all along. Like someone who hadn’t realized they were wearing sunglasses, seeing the world in a different light without knowing it.
Seong-hyeon looked around in bewilderment.
Then, he caught sight of his reflection in the large mirror.
“No, no, this can’t be….”
His body, now clearly different from his memories, looked obscene and lewd even to himself. His face flushed with shock. Seong-hyeon cursed under his breath again. Perhaps it would have been better if his memory hadn’t returned fully, leaving him in a state of half-awareness like before.
But miserably, disgustingly, Yoon Seong-hyeon now remembered everything. From the day he reunited with that guy, to willingly having his hole penetrated and moaning in pleasure. Calling him “darling” and fawning over his cock, becoming obsessed with it. And the shameful marks left on his body because of him….
Seong-hyeon touched his lower abdomen with trembling fingers. As his fingertips grazed the wide tattoo, a held-back breath escaped his lips.
“Hnng, ah….”
It wasn’t just the familiar, unsatisfying pleasure that made him feel this way. The unfamiliar sensation under his fingertips gave him a harsh realization—this filthy, transformed body was truly his own.
“No, no way. This isn’t me….”
Denying it, Seong-hyeon shook his head vigorously. Then, his eyes fell on the pile of shopping bags Jin-woo had left behind.
“That!”
In that moment, a spark of life returned to Seong-hyeon’s deadened eyes.
“The yearbook!”
He had once flipped through his own yearbook to find that guy’s name but found it erased with a marker. Even as his mind was clouded, accepting everything that guy did to him, Seong-hyeon instinctively knew he couldn’t give up.
So,
“The yearbook!”
He had asked Jin-woo to bring yearbooks from other friends. Unlike his own, those would surely have that guy’s name written in them.
“If I can just remember his name, everything will be okay…!”
Despite being the one who did this to him, the man’s promise was now Seong-hyeon’s only hope.
“I just need to find it, just need to find it.”
Biting his trembling lip, Seong-hyeon tried to steady his rapid breathing. There were quite a few yearbooks, brought here on his desperate request. Any one of them could hold the answer. Seong-hyeon urgently reached for the yearbook on top of the pile.
“My dear, are you still getting ready?”
The familiar voice from outside the door made Seong-hyeon’s body jolt. He clutched the yearbook tightly and took a step back. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the album.
“Seong-hyeon?”
The man called his name again, puzzled by the lack of response. Instead of answering, Seong-hyeon hurriedly opened the yearbook. Quickly, quickly, he had to find the name.
“Yoon Seong-hyeon.”
The man’s voice turned cold and low, like ice cracking.
“Why aren’t you answering?”
There was a rustling sound. Soon, he—that bastard—would enter the room. Seong-hyeon had to remember the name before then. With a determined expression, he quickly flipped through the pages. But his tense fingers made it difficult to turn them. Hurry, hurry! A drop of blood from a paper cut left a reddish stain on the edge of the album page. The stinging pain made him grimace, but it also helped him turn the pages more smoothly.
Flip, flip, flip.
His hand stopped abruptly. Amidst the noise of turning pages, he realized a beat too late that the sound of the door opening had mixed in. Seong-hyeon looked up to see the man standing in the open doorway. Dressed in a sleek black tuxedo, the man’s appearance momentarily stunned Seong-hyeon. His forehead, revealed by swept-back hair, his straight nose, sharply defined lips, deep and captivating eyes, and pitch-black pupils—it was as if Seong-hyeon’s reflection was caught in the eyes of a beast that had lost its mate.
“……Ah.”
His tense expression softened. A warm smile bloomed on his face, which had been as cold as a winter without spring. The sudden, radiant smile made Seong-hyeon forget the situation, gazing at him in a daze.
“Seong-hyeon.”
Even as the man called his name again, his voice was like flowers blooming.
“You startled me.”
The man took a step forward. Seong-hyeon stepped back.
“I thought you had run away and left me.”
But the man didn’t seem bothered by Seong-hyeon’s retreat. He simply smiled, happy that Seong-hyeon was still here.
“What were you doing…, oh.”
Noticing the yearbook in Seong-hyeon’s hand, the man blinked slowly. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze shifting to the side. Seeing the pile of shopping bags Jin-woo had left, the hastily opened yearbooks, and Seong-hyeon’s phone on the floor, he laughed.
“So this was your other idea to remember my name?”
Another graduate’s yearbook. The man chuckled and reached for one of the albums scattered on the floor.
“It’s a bit silly, but not a bad idea for our clever yet foolish Seong-hyeon.”
The man easily lifted the heavy yearbook and opened it. Flip, flip. He turned the pages one by one, then smiled as he found something. His long, firm fingers gently traced the album page, as if cherishing something dear.
Seong-hyeon watched, his face pale, lips trembling.
“Why, why did… why did you…”
His mind went blank, words failing to form. How, why, what on earth…
“You’re wondering if my name is erased from the other yearbooks too, right?”
The man’s reply, still focused on the yearbook, made Seong-hyeon’s eyes widen in shock.
“You did this, you bastard!”
Overwhelmed with anger, Seong-hyeon threw the yearbook at the man. Thud! Despite having ample time to dodge, the man let it hit him. A thin line of blood trickled from a cut on his forehead, but he paid it no mind, looking down at the yearbook Seong-hyeon had thrown. The page it landed on had once held the man’s photo—now just a smeared remnant, name and image both erased.
“You did this, Seong-hyeon.”
“What?”
The man’s calm response made Seong-hyeon’s eyes tremble. I did this?
“The day the yearbooks came out. You said to the class, ‘Did we have someone like this in our class???’’
That single remark from Seong-hyeon was enough. The kids, finding it amusing, used markers to erase the man’s name, face, and existence from the yearbooks. It was just another fun game for them, like always.
“My name is erased from my own yearbook too.”
The kids had snatched the yearbook from the man’s hands, grinning as they defaced his yearbook as well. The wild marker strokes ruined not only the man’s name and photo but Seong-hyeon’s as well. Only then did the man struggle, shouting and fighting to get his yearbook back. The kids stomped on him like a squirming bug, kicking and punching until he curled up, clutching the tattered yearbook. Seong-hyeon watched, laughing, his face devoid of malice.
“Seong-hyeon, humans can ruin others without meaning to.”
“They can even destroy others with affection.”
The face before him, so different from back then but still beloved, contorted at these words.
“Why are you doing this to me!”
All the pent-up frustration, anger, fear, and disgust exploded from Seong-hyeon in a scream.
“I said I was sorry!”
His words came out in broken sobs, hands clenched tightly. His heart raced, and incoherent words tumbled out.
“I’m sorry for what I did to you back then, damn it! I apologized, didn’t I? Why do you keep doing this shit to me even after I apologized!”
Seong-hyeon’s eyes welled up with tears as he shouted. The tears pooled in his eyes and streamed down his pale cheeks, glistening like shattered waves in the light behind him.
“It was just a joke.”
Seong-hyeon sobbed, his voice weak and pitiful. It wasn’t just you, he said. We were kids, damn it. Why bring this up now? I wasn’t the only one. Why just me? Why?
“Don’t cry, Seong-hyeon.”
A shadow fell over Seong-hyeon as he hung his head. A large hand gently rested on his hair. The voice, filled with sorrow and affection, made Seong-hyeon gasp. Maybe now he’d be satisfied, maybe he’d stop….
“I like it when you cry while taking my cock, but not like this.”
Damn it. Seong-hyeon’s face twisted in frustration. The man cupped Seong-hyeon’s chin, lifting his head gently. His soft lips brushed against Seong-hyeon’s tear-stained eyelashes.
“We don’t have much time left before the ceremony. Let’s get ready quickly.”
You bastard.
“Shut up!”
Seong-hyeon pushed the man away and rushed to the pile of yearbooks. Yes, just as the man said, the names in the yearbooks of his former classmates were erased. But what about yearbooks from other classes? There had to be at least one intact copy. Just one was all he needed.
