Mo Taehee soothed me as I cried for him to stop, and delved inside me several times. At first, my body trembled with fear, but in the end, it trembled from the pleasure that spread throughout my body. Whenever he lifted his hips with me sitting on his thighs, my limbs would dangle and sway.
"Crazy... shit... haah— stop, hngh!"
My parted mouth wouldn't close. I was surprised by the ticklish sound coming from my own throat, but I also spat out the curses that came out on their own. The feeling of a foreign object inside me was immense, but since he was the one putting it in, he didn't seem to know.
Every time his monstrous p*nis stirred inside me, I would tremble intermittently. And what made me even more ashamed was this:
"Yeoul, you're dripping like this here. Isn't it because you like it?"
The fact that I had splattered s*men several times on Mo Taehee's palm as he held and shook my p*nis.
Tears kept falling for a mixture of complex reasons. I liked it but hated it, I was scared and it hurt, but when Mo Taehee stirred a certain spot, fireworks would explode in my head.
"Hnngh— Ah...! Stop, there... ha... ugh!"
Thanks to Mo Taehee, who keenly noticed even the slightest change in my reaction, an unbearable sense of shame coursed through my entire body.
***
I don't remember how I got home. The only things left in my fragmented memories were sounds that didn't seem to come from me and Mo Taehee carrying my limp body back home.
In my hazy vision, Nam Kangwoo's and Seo Jaehoon's faces were cold. The two who had followed me from the entrance stopped in front of my room. Mo Taehee moved his feet without a care.
He laid my body straight on the bed and pulled the blanket up to my neck. With a face that fully showed he was in a good mood, he tapped my chest and whispered, "Sleep well". On top of that, with a light step I had never seen before, he left my room and closed the door for the first time.
I heard the sound of things being thrown and breaking from outside. What's going on? The voices coming from behind the closed door were all loud and scary, so instead of focusing on listening, I chose to pull the blanket over my head. The three of them had gotten along quite well, so the noise from outside was unfamiliar.
Even amidst the chaos, my head was spinning because I was still drunk, and my whole body ached as if I had been beaten. And, a certain unspeakable area was especially so. I shuddered at the memory that resurfaced and squeezed my eyes shut.
I don't think I had been asleep for long, but I vaguely woke up to a boiling heat. As expected, my body was sizzling with a fever. The hangover was also terrible, and with the added fever, I felt nauseous just lying down. My stomach hurt in an indescribable way. It felt like a stomachache, and also like I had been punched hard inside.
As I shifted my strengthless body to lie on my side, a cool hand grabbed my shoulder and slowly helped me up.
"Ha Yeoul."
I felt like I was going to melt from the heat, but the hand wiping away my cold sweat was so cool that I shamelessly rubbed my cheek against the palm.
"Ha Yeoul."
The hand that had stiffened for a moment at my action cupped my cheek and called my name again. The voice that pierced my ear was all too familiar.
"Ka... Kangwoo."
When I called his name... I thought, like a line from a poem, I wish Nam Kangwoo would turn into a flower. So I could snap it off.
But that was impossible, and at my call, instead of turning into a flower, Nam Kangwoo let out a low sigh.
"Did you drink a lot?"
Nam Kangwoo helped me sit up, made me lean against him, and picked up a glass. Again... he tilted the cup, filled with a liquid that likely made by Seo Jaehoon, to my lips. It wasn't very cold, and a moderately cool green liquid flowed into my mouth.
I swallowed the sweet liquid nonstop. I think I drank more than half... actually, I felt like I could empty the whole glass.
But this clueless bastard, no, Nam Kangwoo, pulled the glass away from my lips. I was disappointed to see the green liquid move away.
"Let's take some fever reducer too."
Nam Kangwoo dropped two pills into my open mouth. And I thought he would pick up the green liquid again, but instead, he picked up the water glass next to it.
Lukewarm water flowed into my mouth. The two fever reducer pills that were rolling around in my mouth with the water were quickly swallowed down my throat in one gulp.
"I told you to wait, Ha Yeoul."
"..."
"Do you know how long we searched?"
"...I'm dizzy."
"Don't change the subject."
It seemed Nam Kangwoo wasn't going to let it go easily. But I really was dizzy. Actually, I wanted to throw up, but because this bastard made me take medicine, I had to suppress the rising nausea.
Sitting up and half-leaning against Nam Kangwoo, I scanned the wall to check the time. So the time... now is... so...
"...3 o'clock?"
"You slept for a long time. You had a high fever, so I gave you fever reducers a few times in between."
"...What about school?"
"Is that what you're worried about right now?"
I rolled my eyes. Seeing Nam Kangwoo here... did Seo Jaehoon, who made the green juice, also not go to school? Then Mo Taehee... My gaze unknowingly went to the door, and Nam Kangwoo let out a scoff.
"Mo Taehee went to meet Park Chanmin."
"...Huh?"
"He was also curious about what on earth you two did yesterday that you didn't even answer your phones."
What kind of development is this?
"That's... me..."
"Why didn't you answer?"
"That's..."
"I told you to wait, so why did you disappear?"
I stumbled to answer Nam Kang-woo's question, but I held my breath at the words he whispered in my ear.
"But I'm sure I said I was first for other things."
"..."
"I'm not in a good mood, Ha Yeoul. I feel like I keep missing you right in front of my eyes."
My body flinched at his low, sunken voice. Until a little while ago, I had no desire to do anything with anyone.
I tried to move to get out of Nam Kangwoo's embrace, who was holding me from behind, but a sharp pain shot through my lower back, and a low moan escaped my lips.
Shit. I wished Nam Kangwoo had turned into a flower as I thought earlier, but if not, I wanted to become a flower myself.
"Yeoul."
"...Y-yeah...?"
"Does it hurt?"
You crazy bastard... I deliberately ducked my head to hide my flushing face.
"Do you want to wash up? I'll take you to the bathroom."
At Nam Kangwoo's words, I didn't even think to shake my head and just made a stupid face. My head wasn't working well, probably because of the hangover. I pulled my back away from Nam Kangwoo's chest and clenched my fists.
"I can go by myse—"
"You stumble from dizziness every time you get up."
"That's...!"
"What if you fall? You're not well."
Even if I fall, it's my body, so just get out. I forced myself to swallow the words I couldn't spit out and put on an awkward smile.
"But Ha Yeoul. You had such a hard time on the trip, but were you okay with Mo Taehee?"
"...What?"
"You didn't even go all the way back then."
"..."
At his casual voice, I lifted my gaze from the floor and met Nam Kangwoo's eyes. So, I don't really understand what this bastard is saying... so...
"Because you seemed to have such a hard time that day."
"..."
"But seeing you today, you seem quite okay. I was wondering if it was good with Mo Taehee."
"..."
"So I was wondering if it's okay for you to do it with anyone now."
My head, turned towards Nam Kangwoo, was stiff. The pupils looking at me were cold.
"I'll wash you."
"I... by myself..."
"I don't think you can even walk, Ha Yeoul."
As Nam Kangwoo said, my legs, which I had lowered from the bed, trembled before they even touched the floor. This bastard gently wrapped his arm around my shoulder, helped me up, and then slowly headed for the bathroom. With every step, a sharp, heavy pain shot through my lower back.
I was filled with displeasure. The feeling of the things that had filled my insides was still vivid. My mind was blank. Nam Kangwoo's question from a moment ago, asking if I was okay, kept turning sharp and stabbing me everywhere.
Is he a son of a b*tch? I thought, but it probably wasn't just this bastard who was a son of a bitch. A sense of futility spread along with exhaustion. I felt like I wanted to disappear. Anywhere, as long as the three of them weren't there.
Nam Kangwoo opened the bathroom door, put me inside the shower stall, and reached out his hand casually. As Nam Kangwoo grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and lifted it up, I grabbed his hand, and he looked at me as if asking what was wrong.
"I'll... do it."
"Why."
"Kangwoo."
"Are you embarrassed by this now?"
Nam Kangwoo's voice, echoing softly in the bathroom, was unfamiliar. As if he had made up his mind, it left scratches all over my heart.
"...Get out."
"Why."
"I don't want to."
The eye contact went beyond uncomfortable to unpleasant. The conversation, which consisted of one-word answers, didn't continue for long and just went in circles. Our conversation returned to the starting point several times.
At the conversation that didn't continue, Nam Kangwoo smiled with a languid face. When languor seeped into his cold face, a wave of sorrow suddenly washed over me.
"Ha Yeoul."
"...I'm not okay. Sh*t. How can this be okay..."
Leaning my back against the wall, I lifted my trembling hands and covered my face. Crazy bastards. The trembling that started from my hands spread throughout my body.
"Was I okay? Do you really think so?"
"You—"
"I'm not okay at all... How... sh*t, how can you..."
My heightened emotions from confusion finally drew tears from my eyes. I had cried so much since last night that I thought there was nothing left to come out, but as if mocking my thoughts, thick tears rolled down my cheeks.
The deeper the sorrow, the harder it was to speak. At the words that wouldn't come out smoothly, I stopped muttering and clamped my mouth shut. The only words that came out occasionally were short curses like "crazy bastards" or "sh*t".
As I cried with my shoulders shaking, Nam Kangwoo's cold expression gradually softened. Nam Kangwoo seemed flustered by my sobbing.
Right. This bastard would get flustered like this when I cried. I tried to stop crying somehow, but it wasn't easy.
"Ha Yeoul."
Nam Kangwoo couldn't easily speak and just kept calling my name like a broken machine. He reached out and rubbed my wet cheek, and when tears streamed down again, he would rub it again to wipe away the moisture.
Then, he suddenly pulled me, who couldn't be calmed down, into an embrace.
"I'm... not okay..."
"I'm sorry. I spoke too harshly."
"How... hic— how—"
How can this be okay?
At my tear-filled voice, Nam Kangwoo slowly rubbed my back and replied, "I'm sorry".
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