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When Jisung saw Hyunjin for the first time, he thought he saw an angel. He even thought his glasses had fogged up.

She had long dark hair down to the middle of her back, the prettiest face Jisung had ever seen, the sharpest dark eyes he could ever see in his life, and a pretty mole under her eye. She was wearing a pink sweater and a skirt so short that it showed off her long legs.

Seungmin guided her through the house; he had introduced her to his parents, who looked at her carefully before leaving. Jisung hoped Seungmin wouldn't try anything with her.

But what did he say? Why did he care if Seungmin had something with her? Was he going to immediately lay his paws on such a pretty girl? He didn't even know how to make friends, much less talk to someone who seemed like an angel. Plus, he must have been about two years younger, too.

Well, it's not like it's much of a difference...

“This is Jisung Hyung,” Seungmin pointed out to Jisung. The aforementioned looked up, watching as Hyunjin smiled at him, his beautiful, full lips adorned with lip gloss.

"Hyunjin, nice to meet you," the girl said, smiling at him. Jisung stood at attention and cleared his throat.

"Jisung," he responded, offering his hand. Hyunjin looked at his arm without any concealment. Jisung knew what he was doing. He trained for a reason. Hyunjin took his hand.

“Nice to meet you, oppa.”

Jisung felt like he was going to melt.

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Hyunjin was a hunter. Seungmin sometimes scolded her for making a name for herself in college. But it wasn't her fault that society was so sexist that if they saw a woman having fun, they would call her a slut. 

In conclusion, Hyunjin had fame, and she was proud of it. She liked to hunt, and now she had prey in mind in the form of Seungmin's older brother. He was adorable. At that moment, he had adorable glasses on his head and eyes so round that he looked like a little squirrel.

She was biting the eraser of her pencil as she watched Jisung's arms tense up while he was busy in the kitchen. She was sure Seungmin was talking to her, but she wasn't paying attention.

God, she wanted those arms on his legs. She wanted to wrap her legs around that neck. 

Hyunjin had set out to hunt down Jisung.

"You're distracted," Seungmin said, catching Hyunjin's attention. I looked at him.

"I'm hungry," she said. "Will you go to the store and buy something?"

“It's like a ten-minute walk, Hyunjin,” Seungmin complained. But Hyunjin gave him the look. No man, not even Seungmin, could resist her. Seungmin rolled his eyes and stood up. “Good. Hyung," he called to Jisung, who looked at him; apparently he had already finished cooking and was eating in the dining room. Hyunjin was delighted to have full cheeks and glasses on. Jisung was adorable. “I'm going to buy something. Do you need something?”

Jisung shook his head. 

After Seungmin left, Hyunjin stood up and walked over to Jisung, who was sitting at the dining table. She leaned on the table next to Jisung's chair, who stopped eating to look at her.

She gave him her most killer smile.

“Do you have a girlfriend, oppa?” She asked immediately; she had no time for games. She wanted that mouth with pretty lips on it now. Jisung swallowed, his cheeks flushing. 

“I did not say.” Hyunjin smiled at him, tilting her head. He put his fingers under Jisung's chin and lifted his face, removing the glasses from his eyes and setting them aside. He could feel the boy tremble. She loved that. She loved seeing men tremble before her; it gave her a great feeling of power.

"I have an offer for you," she said, running her thumb over Jisung's plump lower lip. "Why don't you kiss me?"

“Aaaaahhhh,” Jisung moaned, getting up, and Hyunjin smiled. The boy gave a nervous chuckle. "We just met, Hyunjin-ah." The girl pouted; she knew men couldn't resist that. Hyunjin moved his face closer to Jisung, and he didn't move.

“I couldn't take my eyes off you, Jisung oppa,” he whispered. “I haven't stopped seeing your arm muscles. I bet you can bench press with me.” A smug smile appeared on Jisung's lips.

“Of course.”

“Why don't you take advantage of the fact that a delicate flower like me wants to taste your lips, oppa?” Jisung's eyes looked at Hyunjin's pink lips. She knew she had seductive lips. She knew men dreamed of her lips around their cocks.

Jisung slowly approached her; they shared their breathing, and then he kissed her. The kiss was soft and slow. Jisung is pressing her against the table. Hyunjin let out a small moan and grabbed Jisung's neck to deepen the kiss.

Everything acquired warmth from nowhere. Jisung's hands squeezed her waist, and Hyunjin took one to direct it under her shirt to touch her breasts. Jisung hesitated at first but then let himself go, squeezing a breast and playing with a nipple.

He left her lips and kissed her neck. In the end, it didn't take him long to lift Hyunjin's sweater and put his mouth on one of her beautiful pink nipples. Hyunjin threw her head back, letting out a loud moan. One of her hands tangled in Jisung's hair while he nibbled on his nipples until they were red. One of Jisung's hands lifted Hyunjin's leg, and his adventurous hand slipped under her skirt.

“Please,” Hyunjin moaned. Jisung's hand touched her over her pants. “Please, oppa. Do something.” Jisung put down her breasts and looked at her. Hyunjin knew she must look like a mess. And she loved when she looked like that; she had men in the palm of her hand. Swollen lips and disheveled hair.

“God, baby,” Jisung said. “You are a dream.” The boy picked her up and sat her on the table. He immediately knelt between Hyunjin's legs, taking those delicious legs and lifting them to his shoulders. His fingers caressed her wet pussy over her pants. “You're so wet, my god.” Hyunjin stroked her hair and made a small noise when Jisung's nose pressed against her pussycat. "God," he moaned, and quickly grabbed the pants and pulled them down, letting them hang from one of her ankles. It didn't take him long to do what he most expected. He immediately ran his tongue over Hyunjin's clitoris, and the girl moaned loudly.

Jisung began to eat her like he was a starving man, slurping down her juices like she was the nectar of the gods.

Hyunjin rode his mouth, her hands pulling Jisung's hair and making a lot of noise. Jisung pulled away, grabbing the pants hanging from Hyunjin's ankle and stuffing them into her mouth.

"Keep your voice down, princess," said the boy. Hyunjin looked at him and bristled at how broken the man looked. His mouth and chin were wet. “Then we won't hear when Seungmin comes.” Hyunjin stifled a moan. She didn't remember her best friend; she was just craving Jisung's mouth on her. Jisung smiled at her and returned his attention to her pussycat. Hyunjin felt so close to an orgasm; she felt it in the pit of her stomach, and she had it. Jisung was still fucking her hole, with his tongue and nose rubbing deliciously over her clitoral area.

When Hyunjin came down from her orgasm, she thought Jisung would stop, but the boy continued sucking on her sensitive clitoral area, causing Hyunjin to cry out of sensitivity. They heard the door begin to unlock, and Jisung pulled away.

"Shit!" he exclaimed.

Hyunjin quickly composed herself, got off the table, and immediately ran to the bathroom.

The door opened, and Jisung turned his face to wipe his chin and put his glasses back on.

“Where is Hyunjin?” Seungmin asked, leaving the bag on the table where he and Hyunjin had been studying. Jisung was trying to organize the dining room table. He couldn't believe that he had just given Seungmin's best friend oral sex at the family table.

"In the bathroom," Jisung answered. The smell of sex wafted over him, but apparently Seungmin didn't seem to notice it.

After a few minutes, Hyunjin came out of the bathroom, fixing her hair and jumping with excitement at the candy that Seungmin had brought her.

“Thank you, Minnie!” exclaimed the girl. Seungmin gave her a soft smile.

"I hope Jisung Hyung didn't bother you," Seungmin said. Hyunjin looked Jisung up and down and gave him a smile.

“He was a lover,” Jisung felt himself trembling.

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Jisung knew that the bright morning was an omen for something.

He had just come home from college when he noticed that there were more shoes than usual in his living room. Girl's shoes.

That could only mean that Hyunjin was home.

He left his backpack in the living room and met his father in the kitchen.

“Dad,” Jisung said. “Seungmin?”

"In the pool," answered his father, focusing on his computer. Jisung got a little nervous when he went out to the patio, waiting to see Hyunjin in a swimsuit, when he found it was a woman with brown hair.

“Hello?” He greeting. The girl, who was sitting in one of the chairs, took off her glasses and pushed them up to the top of her head, and Jisung felt nervous when he recognized her. “Minhee noona?!” he exclaimed. Minhee gave him a nice smile.

"Noona, I brought you something to drink." Seungmin's voice sounded behind him. Jisung moved aside for his younger brother to pass by and hand the drink to the girl. “Good afternoon, Hyung,” Seungmin greeted. “Meet Minhee noona. My girlfriend.”

“Your girlfriend?”

“Why the surprise, Jisung-ah?” Minhee said, crossing her legs, and Jisung tried to look away from the girl. Seungmin looked at them a little confused.

“Did you know each other?”

“No,” Jisung lied.

"We had a date," Minhee answered, making Jisung blush a little.

“Was it that one?” Seungmin asked with a laugh. Minhee nodded. Apparently, the girl had already told her brother about the only disastrous date they had ever had.

“I try to forget it,” Jisung said, then looked at Seungmin. “I thought Hyunjin would be there.”

“She's still changing,” Seungmin said.

"Actually, here I am." The girl's voice made him quite nervous. He turned around, and his saliva caught in his throat. Hyunjin was wearing a swimsuit that left nothing to the imagination. Plus, she had cut her hair down to her neck. “Were you looking for me, Oppa?” 

“You cut your hair,” Jisung murmured. Hyunjin ran her fingers through her dark strands. "You look beautiful." There was a blush that appeared on the girl's cheeks. “I just wanted to say hello.”

"Well, you already do," Seungmin said. There was something protective in his voice, as if he felt that Jisung was a threat. Was he afraid that Jisung would try something with Minhee or Hyunjin? Jisung had no interest in Minhee, even though he had asked her out a year ago.

“Well,” Jisung said, clearing his throat. “I'm leaving; if you need anything, call me.”

“Sure,” Seungmin said, and he walked away. He didn't notice the way Hyunjin looked at him.

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He intended not to disturb the visitors, but he wanted some chocolates from the kitchen, so he decided to go downstairs and get them.

He was so distracted by his phone that he didn't notice when he bumped into someone.

"Careful, oppa," said Hyunjin's seductive voice. Jisung looked at her, and the girl smiled at him.

She was actually so beautiful that Jisung couldn't believe it.

"Oh, hello, Hyunjin," he greeted.

“Did you feel bad because of the way Seungmin spoke to you?” said the girl, “Don't worry about him; all the boys always look at Minhee unnie, and that's why he has to make them look away. He's quite protective of her." Jisung giggled.

“I have no interest in noon." Hyunjin raised an eyebrow.

“I saw you quite nervous with her.”

"It wasn't with her." A smile slid across the girl's lips. She moved closer to him and ran a finger between his pecs. Jisung didn't remember that he was shirtless and suddenly felt nervous about his nakedness.

“Do I make you nervous, oppa?” Jisung swallowed and nodded.

"Yes.” A lopsided smile appeared on Hyunjin's juicy lips. The girl took his arm and pulled him. They went into the closet and locked it. Before Jisung could say anything, he already had the girl's lips on his.

He quickly kissed her back; how could he not? Hyunjin was so eager to eat his mouth. The girl's hands tangled in Jisung's hair, and the boy's hands squeezed her slim waist. He lowered his lips to her neck and sucked, causing Hyunjin to moan.

“I couldn't stop thinking about your mouth on my pussy,” Hyunjin moaned. “What a magical mouth, oppa, giving me all the pleasure in the world.”

“It's what you deserve, beautiful,” Jisung said. His fingers are pulling at the string of his swimsuit pants. “An angel like you deserves to be worshiped,” Hyunjin giggled.

“I wish I were an angel, oppa. If I were an angel, you couldn't be doing this.”

“An angel with demon skin,” Jisung moaned, kissing the curvature of her breasts, his finger caressing the lips of her pussycat.

“For God's sake, oppa. Fuck me, please,” Hyunjin moaned. Jisung choked. Hyunjin didn't think about it; she pushed him away a little and turned around, leaning on the wall, pressing her butt directly against Jisung's crotch, and rubbing his cock over his pants. Jisung let out a growl and grabbed her hips to hit her harder, causing Hyunjin to moan. “I need you, Oppa." I need you so much.”

Jisung couldn't resist any longer; he lowered his pants to his knees, letting his erect cock hit one of Hyunjin's buttocks. He pulled the pants aside, still not removing them, and brushed the tip of his cock against the wet hole of Hyunjin's pussycat. The girl let out an anxious moan. Jisung didn't make her wait any longer and inserted his cock into that delicate hole, causing Hyunjin to let out a shaky moan. Jisung also moaned, feeling the heat of Hyunjin's pussycat. He wasn't a virgin, but he had a long time without fucking, and feeling the warmth of a pussycat as opposed to your own hand pleasuring you was the best.

"Oppa," Hyunjin moaned. "Please, fuck me so hard." Jisung's hands squeezed her beautiful waist and began to penetrate her forcefully, causing the girl to let out small moans of pleasure. Jisung knew how to fuck a girl and never neglected them, so his hand immediately went to caress Hyunjin's clitoral area, causing the girl's legs to tremble.

Hyunjin's moans grew louder, and Jisung knew they might be found out. He stopped making Hyunjin whimper and gave him a gentle bite on his back.

“Lower your voice, angel. Seungminnie can hear us.”

"I'm sorry, oppa," Hyunjin moaned. Jisung continued fucking her while the moans were contained by Hyunjin's own hand. They heard footsteps outside the door and Seungmin's voice.

“Why does it take so long?” Seungmin asked.

"She's not going to get lost; leave her alone, Seungmin," Minhee said, sounding a little irritated. Jisung knew Hyunjin was close, so he hurriedly rubbed her clitoral area hard. Hyunjin writhed, her legs shaking and her pussycat clenching around his cock. She came hard, her moans covered, although Jisung knew he could still be heard. And he realized it when he heard Seungmin.

“Did you hear that?” Seungmin said. His voice was heard closer to the door.

"I didn't hear anything," Minhee said. Jisung had to thank the woman for covering for them.

“It sounds like Hyunjin moaning.”

Sorry? Since when did Seungmin know what Hyunjin sounded like when he moaned? Jisung stopped, and Hyunjin whimpered, but he needed to deal with that information.

“Sorry?” Minhee said, clearly annoyed. “Since when do you know what it sounds like when your best friend moans?

“Noo-noona, I can explain it to you." Seungmin sounded nervous.

“Well, do it, because the truth is that I don't like this information that I just found out.”

“Well, Hyunjin and I... We were teenagers! That… That was so many years ago.”

“Did you sleep together, Seungmin?”

“Well…”

“God!”

“It was just an experiment!”

“I'm going home.”

“Noona!” Seungmin's voice was heard as he walked away. Jisung heard Hyunjin laughing.

“Is it funny?” Jisung asked with a raised eyebrow. He was still inside her. Hyunjin didn't respond; she just continued laughing. Jisung decided that a good way to get her to stop laughing would be to fuck her again. And so he did. Hyunjin stopped laughing and moaned again. Jisung fucked her at a punishing pace and continued rubbing her clitoral area until she came hard again. Still in her orgasm, Jisung continued fucking her, rubbing her clitoral area hard, causing Hyunjin to cry from sensitivity.

He came hard, not leaving the girl behind, who came for the third time with her eyes rolling back in her head. When he pulled out his cock, he could see his cum leaking out of Hyunjin's swollen pussy. He sighed, and although it was kind of hot to see, he scolded himself for not having used a condom.

Then he remembered that Hyunjin was the one who approached him out of nowhere. How could they have condoms?

“We didn't use a condom,” Jisung murmured, his finger wiping away the cum and putting it back into her pussycat. Hyunjin groaned. “I'll go to a pharmacy to buy you the morning-after pill; I'm clean, don't worry.”

“I take birth control,” Hyunjin murmured, her voice still shaking. She looked over her shoulder at him with a smile. “I like that you cum inside me.”

Jisung thought he would get another erection.

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The next time Jisung ran into Hyunjin, he was grateful that it wasn't at his house but in a public place because he really wanted to talk to her.

He found it in the university library. She was so focused on her computer that he was a little embarrassed to interrupt her.

So he just walked over and left his bag on the chair in front of her to sit down. Automatically, Hyunjin looked up and gave him a smile.

"Jisung oppa, hello," she greeted, taking off her headphones.

“Hello, Hyunjin. I... What are you doing?”

“Music production task,” Hyunjin replied. Jisung felt nervous and looked away.

“It's true that you study music, like Seungmin." Hyunjin gave him a smile.

“I'm composing a song. Would you like to hear it? I would like to get an idea from someone in an advanced course.” Jisung felt a little nervous and nodded. He took the headphones off and put them on. The music began to play; it was a soft and fiery rhythm, worthy of a sensual song. He felt nervous. He looked at Hyunjin, who was smiling at him with those plump, shiny lips. Hyunjin was so sensual...

When it stopped ringing, he took off his headphones.

"It's incredible," Jisung said. "What is the song going to be about?"

“About me and how I like sex. I want to make a song that can play while I get fucked.” Jisung choked and coughed, adjusting his glasses nervously. “Oppa, do you mind if I ask for your number?”

Oh God... Jisung had wanted to ask for her number a while ago, but he didn't dare not to be bold. Hyunjin handed him her phone, and Jisung choked again at her wallpaper. It was her in a much smaller swimsuit than the one she wore at home.

He dialed his number and handed it back to her. Hyunjin smiled at him and wrote something. Jisung felt a message reach him.

He grabbed his phone and almost dropped it when he checked what it was.

It was a photo of Hyunjin. A photo of her beautiful tits. Jisung had not seen them well the two times he had been with her, and by God, they were the most beautiful tits he had ever seen. Although she now had some nipple piercings,.

"The two times I've been to your house, I didn't wear the piercings," Hyunjin said in a sensual voice. “I wanted you to see them.”

"Jeez, Hyunjin, we're in a public place," Jisung whimpered. Hyunjin smiled at him and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I know a private place where I can go suck your cock." Jisung believed that Hyunjin would be his downfall.

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The private place turned out to be a preferred bathroom near the library. They entered, and Hyunjin immediately knelt down and pressed her mouth against Jisung's crotch.

It didn't take long for Jisung to get hard, so it was so quick that Hyunjin easily put his cock in her mouth.

Hyunjin definitely had experience sucking cock because she knew exactly how to do it; her lips were so pretty and looked so swollen and red around his cock. Jisung moaned, caressing Hyunjin's head, and the girl closed her eyes as she sank deeper into his cock. Jisung could feel it hitting her throat.

“You are a goddess,” Jisung moaned. Hyunjin took the cock out of her mouth and just touched it with the tip of her tongue. She giggled.

“First an angel, and now a goddess. How many heavenly adjectives are you going to tell me, Yang Jisung?”

"As many as you deserve," he replied. Hyunjin giggled and then took Jisung's cock back into her mouth. She closed her eyes as if savoring it, put the cock deep in her throat, and looked at Jisung. And Jisung couldn't take it anymore. It was heavenly the way this woman made him feel. He already felt close. "I'm going to cum," he warned, and Hyunjin only pushed his cock in further, giving him permission to cum in her mouth. And Jisung did it; he came hard, stroking Hyunjin's hair, who closed his eyes while swallowing.

Hyunjin took the cock out of her mouth and gave it a kiss before stuffing it into Jisung's boxers. Jisung helped her up and then kissed her. Hyunjin was surprised at first, but then continued the kiss by stroking her hair. Jisung's hand went under Hyunjin's skirt and under her pants, and she went immediately to her clitoral area. Hyunjin began to moan into his mouth, and then the moans were louder because she couldn't kiss him while he moaned until he came with his body shaking completely.

Jisung took out his wet fingers and put them in his mouth. He saw fire in Hyunjin's eyes.

“I would do this forever,” Jisung said. Hyunjin smiled at him, her fingers caressing Jisung's scalp.

"God, if I didn't know that Seungmin could show up in my room on campus at any time, I'd tell you to go there; I want you to fuck me so badly." Jisung moved closer to her and kissed her neck.

“I wouldn't mind paying for a room.”

Hyunjin giggled.

“Good.”

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Hyunjin was a work of art at its best. Jisung had stopped kissing her and had sat up, placing the girl's legs around his hips. Hyunjin's eyes were shining; she was sucking two fingers and then began to pass them over her beautiful, pierced nipples. Then go down to start caressing yourself. Jisung took his hand and removed it.

"Don't touch yourself," he ordered, and Hyunjin moaned. Her hair was a dark halo spread across the pillow. Jisung didn't say anything; he just looked at Hyunjin, naked beneath him, as if he couldn't believe it, as if he hadn't fucked her before. Hyunjin squirmed, nervous. Never had a man stared at her naked so much; they always took advantage and fucked her as fast as they could.

“What's wrong, oppa?” She asked, nervous. Jisung caressed her skin gently, his thumbs caressing her nipples.

"I can't believe you're so beautiful," he replied. Hyunjin blushed so much that he turned red all the way to her chest. She didn't know why she felt so nervous. It wasn't the first time they'd seen her naked; it wasn't the first time they'd called her beautiful, but it was the way Jisung said it that made her so nervous. Jisung moved down and kissed her mouth. It was such a soft kiss that it made her shiver.

There was an intimacy that she had never felt with the other men she had slept with; the way Jisung treated her made her feel so fragile, and it made her heart beat like crazy.

Jisung entered her gently, making her tremble. She let out a suppressed moan into Jisung's mouth. She had needed this; her skin vibrated. Jisung had wanted to eat her out earlier, but Hyunjin had almost begged him to fuck her; she was so needy.

Hyunjin knew it wasn't healthy; she knew that Seungmin had scolded her so many times for bottling up her stress like this and for getting rid of her insecurities by allowing a man to touch her. But she couldn't help it.

She moaned louder. Jisung was touching her as he entered her faster. 

“Oppa. Oppa. Let me bite you." A macabre laugh emerged from Jisung's throat. Jisung stuck his fingers into Hyunjin's mouth.

“Do you need to keep your mouth busy? What a thing!" God, she loved the way Jisung expressed himself to her. Hyunjin looked at him, sucking and biting his fingers. Jisung took his fingers out and brought her back down to caress her clitoral area. Hyunjin squirmed, gripping Jisung's shoulders tightly and screaming in pleasure. “Of course you can bite, darling. You can do whatever you want to me.”

As she came, Hyunjin bit Jisung's neck. The pleasure was running through her, turning her brain to mush. After releasing him, leaving a bleeding mark on her neck, she licked her lips, feeling Jisung's blood when he stood up a little and grabbed her hips to begin penetrating her harder. Hyunjin felt so relaxed from the first orgasm, contemplating Jisung's beauty, that she was surprised when she felt a second orgasm come. She pressed the pillow over her head as his back arched and louder moans left her mouth.

Even after this, she was surprised that Jisung still hadn't come and was still penetrating her. Hyunjin felt so sensitive when Jisung's fingers stroked her clitoral area again.

"Oppa, you.”

“I'll hold on a little longer. I want you to come again. I love how you look immersed in pleasure. I love hearing you moan.”

“I never…”

“Have you never come so much?” Jisung questioned, and Hyunjin nodded. Jisung giggled. “Did they come so fast?”

“They never... They never attended to me. It was always me in the end.” Jisung caressed her clitoral area, and Hyunjin felt a stab of electricity at her already poor sensitivity.

“My poor girl,” Jisung sighed. "I'm going to make you come so many times that you're going to leave your screams recorded in this room." Hyunjin just trembled.

Jisung had stopped moving, just warming up his cock as he began to touch it. Hyunjin could feel the next orgasm starting to build. And she came hard at the end, letting out some tears. God, she had never cried during sex, and she was starting to feel like it would become her favorite thing.

“Three,” Jisung counted. Hyunjin felt her ears get hot. Was Jisung going to count his orgasms? 

Jisung moved hard, entering her harshly, making her eyes roll back in her head. He had never felt so much about sex, and boy did he like having sex. She didn't know she could feel so like that; she didn't know she could cumulate so many times and still have the strength for more.

Jisung's fingers touched her again, and Hyunjin cried. She tried to close her legs out of instinct, but Jisung's body wouldn't let her. She couldn't believe it felt so good to be sensitive—the pain and sensitivity on the surface.

Jisung's movements were more erratic; he was about to cum, and Hyunjin cried because he didn't want this to end.

Why would it end? She still had a lot to burn.

She came again, her tears rolling down her cheeks and her legs shaking. Jisung came too, burying himself deep into Hyunjin as he moaned.

“Ah…” Jisung sighed. “Four.”

"Oppa," Hyunjin moaned. Her voice was shaky and hoarse after so much screaming. Jisung took out his cock; they had fucked without a condom again, and Hyunjin didn't care.

She thought it would all end there. She had closed her eyes, feeling Jisung's soft caresses on her thigh. Until a mouth flooded her pussycat, making her scream in surprise. She grabbed Jisung's hair tightly; she didn't know if she was pulling him further away or closer, but the man only responded with his face pressed further into her pussycat. He sucked on her clitoral area until Hyunjin came again in tears.

Then she moaned at Jisung's teeth on her thigh. The delicious pain of the bite filled her cotton-filled head.

“Five.”

“God,” Hyunjin cried. She felt her pussy burning raw, and when Jisung stood up, she instinctively closed her legs. Jisung laughed, taking to her knees and spreading her legs again.

“Do you think you can handle one more? I hate odd numbers.”

Hyunjin didn't know her body that day. She didn't know anything about her. She nodded.

Jisung plopped down next to him, face up, confusing Hyunjin until he made a sign for his face.

"Ride my face," he said. Hyunjin felt herself blush. She didn't know how her body was going to respond, but she managed to get up and kneel over Jisung's head. The boy soon shoved his face into her pussycat, causing Hyunjin to scream. She felt like she was going to faint. She had never felt this way, and she had never been made to feel this way. She cried as she came for the sixth time. Something she didn't think she was capable of. Something that no one was ever going to overcome.

Jisung laid her down next to him and wiped away her tears. Then he gave her a very sweet kiss on the lips, with which Hyunjin was flooded.

She had never felt such softness.

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Jisung took her home. And she kissed him in the car before getting out and leaving.

Jisung felt his heart collapse.

God, he knew this wasn't good.

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Seungmin called his room at night. Jisung looked at him a little nervously, his younger brother looking at him with a frown. Jisung paused his game and took off his headphones to talk to him.

“Did something happen, Seungminnie?“

“I saw Hyunjin get out of your car,” he said. “I was calling her in the afternoon, and she didn't answer, and then I went to campus and saw her get out of your car. Anything you have to tell me?”

Jisung was so nervous, he felt like his brother was going to get upset with him.

"I've been having sex with Hyunjin," Jisung blurted out. Seungmin looked at him, first in surprise, and then giggled.

“Good joke.”

“Is seriously! We've been intimate like three or four times." Seungmin's gaze transmuted, and then he frowned at Jisung.

“Are you crazy, Hyung? Why with my best friend?”

“I'm sorry. It flowed naturally. I promise not to hurt her.”

“Hyunjin's feelings are the last thing I'm worried about, Hyung.”

“I don't understand.”

“You usually fall in love quickly, Hyung. She is a heartthrob. It's going to chew up your heart and spit out the rest like it's nothing. I already saw it. Many men fall into her network, and she simply uses them for fun. And I don't judge her, but I just have to tell you not to get your hopes up, Hyung. Like I told you, she's a heartbreaker; she doesn't fall in love.”

And Jisung knew that. He knew that a girl like Hyunjin was so unattainable. He smiled at Seungmin.

"I'm not in love," he said, not very sure. “We're just having fun.”

Seungmin was not convinced.

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After the argument he had with Seungmin, Jisung was embarrassed to talk to Hyunjin; however, the girl wrote to him.

Jisung saw in his notifications that it was a picture. He prepared himself, thinking it would be one of those hot ones, but it was a beautiful work of art.

He didn't know why he sent it to him, but it would still be rude not to answer him.

Sungie

You did it? It is precious.

Hyune

??????

Labdkshssk???

God?? Did I send it to you?

What a shame, for God's sake. 

Aaaaaahhhhhh

Sungie

It was not for me.

Hyune

…

I was going to keep it in the conversation I have with myself.

It's just... I don't show it to anyone.

Sungie 

Why not?

It is precious.

Hyune

I'm ashamed.

They are very personal projects; they have meaning for me.

Jisung looked at the painting again. She was a ballet dancer, but her dress was a flower. A daisy is, coincidentally, his favorite flower. The dancer had the spotlight on her. Jisung brought the image closer to notice that in the background, the audience, were some slightly more macabre shapes.

He wanted to ask her what it was about, but if it was even something personal for her, It would be best if you didn't ask.

Sungie

If you want, so that we are on hand, I will also send you a personal project.

Hyune

Alright.

Sungie

Alien.mp3

Hyunjin didn't respond. Jisung didn't ask her anything.

A few minutes later, he received a message from her again.

Hyune

If I give you the meaning of my painting, can you give me the clearest context of your demo?

Sungie

Of course.

Hyune

The meaning of the painting shows the apparent fragility of femininity. In the background, there are demons who look at the dancer. They demonstrate society and its way of seeing women.

It is a personal project because I have been very criticized for living my sexuality freely, and well, although at the beginning it hurt me what they thought of me, it no longer does.

Now you.

Sungie

I always felt different in this world. As if I were looking for my place. I've always been the odd one out, the asocial one, the kid who grew up with social anxiety and has no clear way to express his feelings.

I have never known how to express my feelings. I have never clearly known how I should act in a moment or in a in a social context. I'm always too nervous. I'm always too shy. Always do what others say.

Hyune

When I met you, did you give me oral sex just because I asked you to?

Jisung swallowed.

Sungie

Partly? Although, to be honest, I don't think anyone can resist you.

Hyune

I'm sorry if I ever made you feel uncomfortable with my advances.

Sungie

¡No!

In fact, I like how open you are to expressing what you think clearly. You have confidence in yourself.

Hyune

Yes, confidence.

Sungie

Something happened?

Hyune

Nothing. A nonsense.

Sungie

Nothing is nonsense.

Hyune

Only it is absurd to have pretty privilege and complain about having it.

Sungie

In that way?

Hyune

I don't like being given things just for being pretty. There are things that I do like, like men falling for me quickly. But there are things that I like them to see for my talent. They recently gave me more time at the front of a dance routine because they needed me to get attention. Not because I danced well.

And I felt bad! Because that center was for Minhee Unnie, who had more experience, not for me.

I feel like I don't have friends because I'm afraid that if they give me things just for being pretty, they'll hate me.

Sungie

Does Minhee Noona hate you?

Hyune

I think... but because she's jealous. She thinks Seungmin and I have something.

Sungie

And they don't have it?

Hyune

Nooooo

Gross 

I only slept with him once when we were fifteen, and that's it. Our relationship is merely platonic. 

Oh God 

You see? It all sounds so frivolous when I say it.

Sungie

No! It doesn't.

Hyune

Jisung's problems: I'm asocial; I have a hard time communicating.

Hyunjin's problems: I'm pretty.

Sungie

Hyunjin problems, I need you to see the real me. My true potential, not just my face,.

Hyune

Well, that changes everything.

.

After saying goodbye, Hyunjin left the chat and played Jisung's song again. She smiled. The conversation had a fluidity that she had never had before with another boy. She felt warmth in her cheeks and in her heart.

She closed her eyes.

“Oh God. No Please.”

.

Hyune

Would you be interested in exchanging nudes?

Jisung choked on water and coughed so loudly that he was sure his teammates on the other side heard it.

“Jisung? Are you okay?" One of his friends called him from the receiver.

“Yeah. I think I'll get out of the game," he replied. They had already killed him anyway.

“To the half?” asked another.

“I hope it's for something good, Yang Jisung. Like, I don't know, one of your sexy employees came into your room.”

"I don't have a sexy employee," Jisung replied. “And shut up now. You look like virgins.”

“Some of us are.” Jisung cut off communication as soon as he left the game. He looked at Hyunjin's message again. Where did this come from?

It was almost midnight, and he was surprised that the girl was talking to him at that time.

Sungie

?????

Of nothing???

Hyune

Hahaha

I'm a little horny, and porn bores me already.

Sungie

And you think a picture of my dick will help you?

Hyune

Maybe~

You have a nice dick.

Sungie

I think this is the first time I've read someone say that a dick is pretty.

Hyune

Can I tell you a secret?

Image

I like to draw dicks.

Jisung could see the mastery that Hyunjin had at drawing.

Sungie

If you see them like this, they are pretty.

And if we are going to talk about beautiful private parts, you have very nice tits.

Hyune

Oh really?

Even though they aren't as big as other girls'?

Sungie

Oh really.

They are beautiful.

Hyune

Image

Jisung swallowed hard when he saw the photo.

Sungie

They're definitely the prettiest tits I've ever seen.

He sighed and pulled down the waistband of his pants. He took out his cock; it was still soft, but it had no trouble getting hard. When it was hard, he stood in a place where the light from his computer tower hit it and took the photo. He put his cock back in; if he didn't pay attention, it would go soft.

Sungie

Image 

Hyune

Gamer dick

That made him laugh. 

Sungie

I show you my penis, and you make a meme of it.

Hyune

Mmm, how I want to have it in my throat. 

The truth. I would like us to fuck again like you did the other time.

No one had ever fucked me like this.

Sungie 

And I have no experience.

Hyune

I don't believe you.

Sungie

Anxiety. Do you remember?

Hyune

Sure, sorry.

It's just... are you different from the times we've fucked? You show so much confidence that I can't believe you have no experience.

Sungie

Yeah? I hadn't noticed it.

Hyuna

Yeah! You are normally a little nervous, and when you have me lying down, you come up with a lot of dirty and, at the same time, poetic words.

Sungie

Perks of being an artist, I guess.

Do you mind if I ask you how long you've been doing this? I mean, how do I explain it?

Hyune

Fuck? 

Since I was nineteen?

Let's say I release my stress with a good matrix rearrangement.

But... I've never been made to cum so many times before.

Sungie

It's Jisung's style.

Hyune

Ha ha ha 

Doesn't that bother you?

Sungie 

Being inexperienced?

Hyune

I have too much experience.

Sungie

Not at all.

I... Are you fucking someone else? 

I mean, it's not like we're fucking regularly and we're exclusive.

God, forget it. I shouldn't ask that. I don't mind!

Hyune

Not really.

Normally I fuck with one person, and it lasts like two or three weeks without doing it with anyone else?? 

However, am I telling you the truth?

Sungie

What's happening?

Hyune

You're my favorite.

Sungie

???

Hyune

I have never been fucked without protection. And the truth is, I've never done it more than twice with the same one.

Sungie

Why did you let me fuck you without protection?

Hyune

Well, the first time it was a mistake (? 

But it felt very good! I had never had a creampie before. And I liked it. And as I told you, I can't get pregnant, so I said, Why not?

Sungie

You can't do that with anyone; they can give you a disease.

Hyune

I know 😮‍💨

But at least I know that you have nothing. 🥺

Image

Jisung sighed and squeezed his cock. The photo was now of Hyunjin's juicy lips sucking two of his fingers. 

Sungie

Are you free tomorrow?

Hyune

I'm all yours.

.

This time, he fucked her from behind. 

Hyunjin still had her socks on, and her shorts still caught around her ankle.

She had her bra on, but it was down to her stomach.

She was on her sixth orgasm and was already crying. The sheets in that hotel were dirty with all kinds of fluids. Jisung hooked his teeth into Hyunjin's back, causing her to scream in pleasure as he came.

When he came out of it. Hyunjin turned around, completely exhausted. Jisung laid down next to her. The girl soon began to place soft kisses on his neck until she bit him. Jisung complained; he didn't have to explain anything to his parents, but he was embarrassed that those marks were left in the open.

But he couldn't say no to anything Hyunjin asked for.

.

Hyune

Image

Jisung was in class when he received that photo, and he smiled when he saw it.

He looked up to see Hyunjin in the window, who greeted him and gave him a wink and a kiss. Jisung adjusted his glasses and returned to his notebook. He looked at the photo again.

It was a small portrait of him. He didn't know if Hyunjin was quick to draw or had spent a lot of time standing outside his classroom to make a detailed portrait of him.

But it felt good.

.

Hyune

Image

My parents are going to kill me, Yang Jisung.

What am I going to tell you about this?

Jisung giggled. That morning, they had met behind the university volleyball stands and kissed a little. Before leaving. Jisung had left a huge hickey on the girl's neck.

Sungie

Let's say it's revenge.

Hyune 

😑😑😑

.

Hyune

What do you think about piercings?

Sungie

The ones you have, or do you want to get others?

Hyune

I want to do one on my belly button.

Sungie

I think you would look very hot.

Hyune

😳😳

Is there one you would like to do?

Sungie

The one with the tongue.

Hyune

I can only think about how good you would eat me with that piercing.

Sungie

Perverted.

.

Jisung loved his room.

He loved spending a lot of time in his room. He wanted to stay in his room, in his bed, watching anime. On his computer, he is playing with his bunch of losers friends.

Not at a party.

Not at a party where he feels more and more uncomfortable.

He had gone to the party because of his friend San, who insisted so much on him. However, where was San? He didn't know where because he bet he was giving his ass to some pretty man who had caught his attention.

He wrote to his friend that he was leaving, but he did not answer. And he was about to leave when a voice stopped him.

“Jisung?” Hyunjin said. Jisung's heart raced. He knew he had told Seungmin that he wouldn't fall in love with Hyunjin, but how could he not? He looked at her. She looked beautiful in a silver crop top and black shorts. She had bright makeup on her face that made her shine more. Jisung was in a pathetic pair of jeans and a Guns and Roses t-shirt, with a stupid hairstyle and stupid glasses because he couldn't drive at night without them.

“Hyunjin,” he greeted her.

“Did you come with someone?” asked the girl. Jisung sighed.

“He was a friend, but he got lost. He must be fucking someone,” Hyunjin pursed her lips.

“I also came with a friend from the dance group, but she also got lost,” she tilted her head. “And I'm sleepy; I didn't sleep last night painting.”

“You must be careful. When you're sleepy, it's easier to get drunk.”

“I'm not really drinking much.”

“The truth is that I was already leaving.”

“Oh…” Hyunjin looked around. “The truth is that I'm getting bored here.” Jisung smiled at him.

“Do you want to go somewhere? We can go to a 7Eleven, buy some ramen, and eat while we talk." Hyunjin smiled, wrinkling her nose in an adorable way that made Jisung's heart explode.

"Leave it, and I'll get one last drink, and we'll go," the girl said, winking at him. Jisung watched her leave, diving into the sea of people.

.

Hyunjin walked over to where the cocktail bowl was and poured herself some. She was about to turn around when she tripped over someone and dropped his phone.

"Shit," she said, leaving her glass on the counter and bending down to pick up her phone. She didn't know how many more falls she was going to receive. When she got up, she took the glass and drank the whole thing in one gulp. She grimaced as she felt a slight sour taste that she hadn't felt before. Could it be that they had added more alcohol to those last few sips? 

She grunted, leaving the glass on the counter and walking to the door. She couldn't get there because she felt like her body was leaving her. She leaned against the wall, trying to calm the dizziness that began to overwhelm her. She knew she wasn't drunk; she didn't get drunk that easily. An arm took her by the waist, and Hyunjin tried to formulate a word, but her tongue felt heavy and her vision began to blur. She heard laughter from several, and they began to guide her to the side. Hyunjin's legs were not cooperating, and they were dragging her. Hyunjin was waiting for her to sit down because she had no control over her body.

She went up some stairs and began to panic when hands began to touch her breasts and buttocks.

"What a pretty thing," she managed to hear from one of the voices.

“God, how will we have such a good time with you?” Hyunjin began to understand everything. They had drugged her. They had drugged her, and now they were taking her to a room to rape her. She sobbed, trying to pull away, but couldn't. She didn't have the strength.

“Ji…sung…” she whispered. “Help… me” It was obvious that no one noticed what was happening—either they were too drunk or they simply turned a blind eye.

They took her to a room and threw her on a bed. Hyunjin choked back a sob. One hand caressed her face, and another reached under her blouse. Soon, Hyunjin felt like he had lost consciousness.

.

Jisung could tell that Hyunjin was taking too long. He dialed her, but Hyunjin's cell phone just rang and rang, and she didn't answer. He was surprised.

He went to the kitchen and strangely noticed the girl's cell phone on the counter. It wasn't worth asking about her with how many people there were and how drunk they were, so he put away her phone and went upstairs to look for her. Hyunjin had told him that she was sleepy, but suddenly she went upstairs out of inertia and fell asleep in one of the rooms. 

He opened door after door. Apologizing to those he interrupted and leaving embarrassed. Until he entered one, he was startled. There were three boys at the foot of a bed, watching another boy kiss a girl lying down.

"Excuse me," he said before leaving; however, something inside him began to vibrate. The situation was strange. Normally, the first to react were the girls screaming in embarrassment. But not here.

He went back in.

"God, Jisung," said one of the boys; it was a classmate. They were all t-shirts. “Enough interrupting us; we're on to something.”

But Jisung's gaze was directed at the girl.

It was Hyunjin, and she was asleep.

"Damn it," she growled, entering and, without thinking, pushing the guy who was on top of her. “Hyunjin,” he called, taking her shoulders. Her pretty shirt was torn, and her breast was hanging out of her bra. “Hyunjin, wake up.”

“Shit, he knows her. Let's go," and he heard the subjects running while Jisung left Hyunjin on the bed and opened one eye to notice how dilated her pupil was.

"Shit," she said. Very drugged. Those idiots had drugged her and planned to abuse her. Jisung growled, immediately taking Hyunjin's body and leaving the room. He shouted, asking them to move away. It wasn't healthy for Hyunjin to be unconscious like this; he had to get the drug out of her system.

He took her to the bathroom and left her on the floor in front of the toilet. Without any disgust, he put his fingers in her mouth, looking for her egg. After a few tries, Hyunjin vomited. After vomiting, the girl coughed and looked at Jisung with tears in her eyes. She was still leaning on the boy's chest.

"Jisung... Jisung..." She cried, then closed her eyes and fell unconscious again. Jisung was scared; he didn't know how many drugs they could have given her. He had to take her to a hospital.

He picked it up again; he didn't realize they had an audience—just a bunch of drunks watching the stage.

"Get out of the way!" he yelled at them and ran to his car, where he carefully left the girl in the back seat and drove at full speed.

He didn't know how he got there without the police chasing him, but he did it, parking in the emergency room and getting Hyunjin out of the car.

“Help!” He shouted, “I need help!”

Some nurses appeared and brought a stretcher, where Jisung laid Hyunjin down.

“What happened?” the nurse asked.

“She's drugged. Very drugged. They drugged her at a party; it's not her  fault." Jisung was so scared, he didn't want to get her in trouble. “I... I made him vomit, but it wasn't enough.”

"It won't be," the nurse motioned for the orderlies to carry her. Jisung couldn't accompany her. "It needs to be washed." Jisung nodded. “You have to tell me everything, sir. What relationship do you have with the young girl?”

"She's my friend," he replied. The nurse took him to a sink; Jisung hadn't realized that his hand was still dirty with vomit. He washed his hands vigorously.

When he returned, the nurse had some papers.

“Name of the patient.”

“Hwang Hyunjin.”

“Age.”

“Twenty-three years old.”

“Do you know your blood type?” Jisung shook his head. “Is she allergic to any medication?” he denied again. The nurse frowned, and Jisung trembled.

“Let me call your parents,” Jisung said. The nurse nodded and walked away. Jisung grabbed his phone and dialed Seungmin's number. He was still shaking when his brother answered.

“¿Hyung?”

"I'm in the hospital downtown," was the first thing he said.

“What? God, are you okay? What happened?”

"It wasn't me," he said, trying to calm his brother, but he knew what he would say would make him worse. “I need you to call Hyunjin's parents. They drugged her.”

.

It didn't take long for Seungmin to arrive, as did Hyunjin's parents. The girl's mother was sobbing, asking Seungmin for an explanation, and his brother was looking at him, and Jisung knew he had to do it.

But just as he was about to open his mouth, the doctor came out, calling Hyunjin's parents.

“Doctor, how is my girl?” Mrs. Hwang asked, and there was a tremor in her voice. “What happened? We do not know anything.”

“Your daughter almost overdosed,” Mrs. Hwang said, covering her mouth and her eyes filling with tears.

“Impossible,” Mr. Hwang growled. “Hyunjin is a healthy girl; she doesn't do drugs.”

The doctor looked at Jisung, and he cringed. Mr. Hwang looked at him and growled. He threw a punch unexpectedly; no one expected it. Jisung took a few steps back from the impact, leaving his jaw aching.

“Are you the criminal who led my daughter astray? You drugged her?!”

"N-no, sir,” Jisung said. “You are in error.”

"Mr. Yang..." the doctor said, drawing his attention. “The drug issue is delicate. I need to file a police report.”

“Yang?” Mr. Hwang growled, looking at Seungmin. He blushed with embarrassment. Jisung couldn't believe that Seungmin believed that Jisung had drugged Hyunjin, but it made sense that he would be the prime suspect.

"He's my older brother, Mr. Hwang."

"Mr. Yang," the doctor called again, "what happened?"

“We were at a party,” Jisung said. “I didn't even know Hyunjin was there; we just ran into each other. She told me she was bored, and I offered to let her get out of there and then take her home. She told me she was going to have a drink and didn't come back. I got worried, so I went to the kitchen and found her phone, so I knew she wasn't gone. Since she had told me that she was a little sleepy, I went up to the rooms to see if she had fallen asleep in one of the beds. It was when I entered a room where there were four guys and a girl on the bed. I recognized her and went for her. The subjects left. I realized she was drugged because of her eyes and because she wasn't reacting, so I carried her to the bathroom and made her vomit. She reacted but fainted again, and I brought her here.” He looked at Mr. Hwang, who was frowning at him. “Mr. Hwang, I would never take Hyunjin down that path. I myself don't do drugs; I live clean.”

“You're right, Mr. Hwang,” Seungmin said, interceding for him. “Hyunjin and Hyung are good friends. My brother doesn't have a bad life, I assure you.”

“We need to run some tests on you anyway, Jisung,” the doctor said. “Hyunjin is clearly a victim, but you were the last one who was with her, so it has to be proven that you're not doing drugs too.” Jisung nodded. “The parents can stay in the room; she is asleep now. But tomorrow, she may regain consciousness. The amount they gave her was very strong; if Mr. Yang had not brought her in on time and made her vomit, she could have died.”

Jisung's throat closed up. He couldn't imagine arriving late and finding Hyunjin's devastated and lifeless body in a bed.

“Yang” Hyunjin's father's voice caught his attention. He was addressing him, not Seungmin. “I don't want you near my daughter.”

And he walked away into the hallway, towards Hyunjin's room. Jisung and Seungmin sat in silence. Well,  that was at first, until he started to hear sobbing from Seungmin. When Jisung looked at him, Seungmin was crying, covering his face with his hands.

“Thank you, Hyung,” Seungmin cried. “Thank you for saving Hyunjin.”

.

Her head was still made of cotton, her throat was dry, and she felt like crying after remembering everything that happened before she passed out.

At that moment, she must have been naked on an unknown bed. Raped, outraged.

But…

No.

She remembered that she came back to consciousness; she didn't know how long after. She remembered that her throat was burning from vomiting so much, and she was resting on Jisung's chest.

Jisung had found her.

Jisung had saved her.

Or maybe he had arrived late.

He did not know.

Where is he now?

"Jisung..." She whispered, still seeing in the dark; she hadn't opened his eyes. “Jisung…”

"Honey, she's waking up," was her mother's voice. Hyunjin sobbed; at least she was with her parents wherever she was. She slowly opened her eyes to find the white light of, no doubt, a hospital.

She was in the hospital.

Jisung had brought her to a hospital.

She heard her mother sobbing.

"Oh, my girl..." Her mother's soft caress comforted her. Her father, who was also crying, gave her kisses all over her face.

"My princess," the man cried. “God, what a scare you gave us—my life.”

“Dad, where is Jisung?” She asked, and her father frowned. “I need to talk to Jisung.” Her parents hesitated. “Let me talk to Jisung.”

"I'll go look for him," her mother said, and she left.

"Honey," her father said, caressing her cheek. ‘My girl, if that guy is leading you to drugs...”

“What? No, dad!” Hyunjin exclaimed, “I don't do drugs; seriously, they drugged me at the party to abuse me. Jisung rescued me. Or at least that's what I remember.”

Still not completely convinced, the man kissed his girl on the forehead.

“Don't scare us like that again.”

.

It had been a hectic night for Jisung. Seungmin took it upon himself to talk to his parents about his abrupt escape in the early morning and the fact that Jisung did not arrive home.

They took blood samples from Jisung, and as was obvious, he had no drugs in his system. He wanted to show these results to Hyunjin's father.

The police arrived and questioned him. Jisung told him what happened and gave him the address of the place where the party was and the name of one of the guys who had tried to abuse Hyunjin.

He was in the waiting room, dozing, when Hyunjin's mother called him. Surprised, he got up.

“Hyunjin woke up and asked about you." Jisung felt really nervous. He headed after the woman.

When he entered, he could still see Hyunjin's pale body, this time sitting up. She looked at him, and there was softness in her eyes.

“Jisung,” Hyunjin called, stretching out her hand. Jisung collapsed, and he almost ran to her. He swamped her in a hug.

“I was so scared,” Jisung said, his voice shaking. “I was so scared, Hyunjin. When I walked into that room, I saw you there, almost naked and unconscious. You didn't react, and I had to take you to the bathroom and make you vomit.”

“You almost died, Jinnie,” Jisung sobbed. "If I hadn't... if I hadn't looked for you or looked twice at the room... you would have died." Hyunjin was crying. She was leaning into the crook of Jisung's neck. “I was so scared.”

“I thought it would be the end of me,” Hyunjin cried. “I thought no one would rescue me when I felt like I had been drugged. No one could hear my screams. That no one would come, and I would wake up the next day with my body violated." Hyunjjn pulled her face out of the crook of Jisung's neck and took Jisung's face in his hands, resting their foreheads together. “You saved me, Jisung. You saved me.”

“They didn't touch you, Hyun. I didn't allow it." Hyunjin's lips trembled, and she brushed her nose against the boy's.

“Thank you, Jisungie... Thank you.”

.

They decided to leave her under observation for two days. Her parents had to work, so they left her with Seungmin.

Her father still didn't approve of Jisung. So the boy, to avoid causing problems, did not stay. That broke Hyunjin's heart. She wanted to stay with him; she wanted to hug him again.

During the afternoon, someone else walked through his door.

"Oh, beautiful," Minhee said, entering with a bouquet of flowers. Hyunjin, who had been reading, put her book aside and looked at the other girl with a smile.

"Unnie," she greeted her. Minhee walked over and hugged her.

“Oh God, beautiful. What a scare you put us  through." Hyunjin choked back her tears. They separated, and Minhee brought her the flowers. “How come you still look so pretty in the hospital? How unfair." The girl squeezed his cheeks. “You look like a sweet dumpling.”

That made her laugh.

She remembered how, at the beginning, the older girl didn't like her because of the close friendship she had with Seungmin. But over time, she gained the affection of the girl three years older than her when she noticed that her relationship with Seungmin was merely platonic.

Seungmin looked at them both fondly. He stood up and kissed Minhee on the lips and Hyunjin on the top of her head.

"I'll let them talk," and he left. They were quiet for a moment, and then Hyunjin started sobbing.

"Honey," Minhee said.

"It's all my fault, unnie," the girl sobbed. “If it weren't like that, if she weren't such a slut,”

"Hey, no," Minhee said, caressing Hyunjin's cheek. “None of this is your fault, honey. You're not a slut; it's not your fault to enjoy your sexuality. You didn't sleep with anyone at that party; you didn't go with that intention.”

“I looked for this.”

“Of course not! You didn't ask to be drugged, Hyunjin. It will never be your fault. It's not your fault; there are men who stink, baby. We should be safe at parties, and we should be safe drinking. It's not your fault, doll. None of this is your fault. You have the right to go out to a party. You have the right to have fun. Don't let what happened make you think that you don't deserve it, right?” Hyunjin nodded. She was pouting so adorablely that Minhee's heart warmed. She took her face in her hands. “Stop being so cute, please.”

Hyunjin just laughed.

.

Seungmin got worried when three days had passed since Hyunjin left the hospital and she hadn't contacted him or gone to class.

She decided to arrive at Hyunjin's house, where Mrs. Hwang greeted him with a kind smile. Hyunjin's father had stopped giving him kind smiles after learning that his older brother had been somehow involved with Hyunjin and her incident.

Seungmin obviously believed in his brother. He believed his version, which even Hyunjin said too. He didn't understand why Hyunjin's father tried to frame his older brother to the point of not letting him talk to him.

Not that Hyunjin has been talking lately, mind you.

“He's in the gallery,” Hyunjin's mother said. “We are so worried; we have already made an appointment with a psychologist for this week. My poor girl must be traumatized.”

Seungmin nodded and went up to the room. Hyunjin's gallery was the room next to hers. According to his friend, it was going to be her brother's room that her mother couldn't finish.

There was music playing. Seungmin recognized the song because he had helped his brother make a demo of it (Jisung loved his voice; he kept repeating it).

Were Hyunjin and Jisung that intimate? For his brother to have sent her that song and for Hyunjin to be so comfortable listening to it.

When he entered the room, he found Hyunjin behind an easel, sitting and painting. The girl was so distracted that she didn't hear Seungmin's entrance until she was almost in front of him.

“Minnie,” she said, surprised, immediately trying to block her view of the painting.

“Hyun, I was worried about you,” Seungmin replied. “You didn't go to university; you don't answer messages." Hyunjin looked away. There were dark spots under his eyes.

"I haven't been able to sleep well," Hyunjin replied. “I'm afraid to go out,” Seungmin understood. He knew that a situation like the one she had gone through had left her traumatized. 

Seungmin moved closer to Hyunjin, and carefully, hoping the girl wouldn't reject him, he hugged her.

Hyunjin sighed and let the hug wash over him. Seungmin daringly looked at the painting Hyunjin was making and froze.

He had to assume it.

He just didn't expect it to be from this side.

The paint was dark. A half-naked girl is being dragged into the depths. And a male hand wrapped around her arm, pulling her up.

The girl was clearly Hyunjin; she was so skilled that it was easy to draw a recognizable face.

And the boy was clearly his older brother. And Seungmin realized that it wasn't the first painting Hyunjin had made of Jisung. On the easel next to him, there were sketches of different parts of his brother's face; there was a depth to the drawing of the lips.

“Hyunjin…” Seungmin started to say, but Hyunjin interrupted him.

"I'm in love with Jisung oppa," she revealed and began to cry.

Seungmin had never seen his friend so fragile.

.

Jisung's heart was racing every time he entered his chat with Hyunjin, and there was still no response. He stood contemplating the greetings he sent him every day, without fail. 

Seungmin, to calm him down, said that he had already gone to visit her, and she was still too traumatized to talk to anyone. And Jisung wanted to travel to her and hold her to sleep.

He stared at his profile photo, sighing until he dared to write.

But that day, he didn't write. I sent something better.

Sungie

Want so bad.mp3

Jisung had put his entire soul into that song. All the affection he felt for Hyunjin. Because he had written and produced it on her behalf.

The blue checks appeared for the first time in a week. And for the next few hours, they didn't respond.

He was already going to sleep when he heard the notification.

Hyune

It's the most beautiful song I've ever heard in my life.

Oh really.

You're amazing, Oppa.

I hope that one day you can be a great producer.

Sungie

How are you?

Hyune

Traumated. I'm going to the psychologist.

It has helped me.

Sungie

I'm glad to hear it. 

That's very good, Hyunjin.

Hyune

I want to improve.

I really want to improve. I want to be able to go outside without having a panic attack.

That hurt him so much. It made his heart sink because Hyunjin was so wonderful. He didn't deserve anything that happened to him.

Sungie 

You're going to get better.

I know.

Hyune

Thank you.

.

The closest Jisung got to Hyunjin was a month later, on Seungmin's birthday.

Even for her 26th birthday, a week before, what she had done was send her gift to Seungmin.

Jisung had seen her at university. He had greeted her from afar. Greetings! The girl responded with sweet smiles.

They had continued talking about trivial things over chat, and Jisung felt his heart skip a beat every time a new message arrived.

That day. Everyone left in the night, and only their parents, Seungmin, Minhee, and Hyunjin, were left.

"It's too late for you girls to go," his father had said, pushing up his glasses. "Why don't you stay the night in the guest room?"

"I have to call home," Minhee said. Hyunjin said the same.

She knew her father wasn't going to agree; she didn't want him to breathe the same air as Jisung.

It didn't matter how many times she told her father that Jisung had saved her. It didn't matter how many times she begged him to give Jisung another chance. 

There was no way her father wouldn't see Jisung as the culprit.

"Mom," she said. “Mr. and Mrs. Yang say it's too late to send us in a taxi; they ask Minhee Unnie and I to stay at their house.”

“Oh honey. You know there's no problem for me. The problem is your father.”

“I've stayed at Seungmin's before,” she growled.

“ But that was before...”

“That Jisung didn't do anything wrong. Why can't they take that into account? He saved me, and you guys just despise him; I'm sick of it,” she heard her mother sigh.

“ I'll talk to your father. Come back early.”

Without saying goodbye, Hyunjin hung up the phone. She was tired of everything. She was tired of her parents overprotecting her now.

When everyone agreed, Mrs. Yang lent them some pajamas, which they rejected as soon as they were in the room. Seungmin arrived a few minutes later with some of his t-shirts for the girls to wear.

When everything was off outside, Minhee got out of bed.

“Unnie?”

"As you must have guessed, I'm going to Seungmin's room," the girl answered and left the room. Hyunjin bit her lip. He hadn't felt the warmth of Jisung's skin in so long, and she was needing it. Her fear of intimacy had already been overcome, and she believed she could easily have sex with Jisung that night.

She got up and went to the back room. It was easy to see which one was Jisung's.

She knocked on the door and heard Hyunjin enter the room, locking the door behind her. She noticed that Jisung was nervous when he saw her. She shot him a smile.

“Hello, handsome.”

“Hyun, what are you doing here?” Jisung said, sitting on his bed. Hyunjin walked over and sat on the bed.

"I wanted to see you," and she was telling the truth. She wanted to see him. She longed to feel his touch on her skin. She was fed up with her father's prohibition.

“Wow, how… how you've been ignoring me.”

"I haven't been ignoring you, fool. We just never matched well." Her hand covered Jisung's, and she felt herself tremble. Why did she feel that way? Like a schoolgirl. Jisung giggled and grabbed Hyunjin's wrist to guide her hand to his lips. He closed his eyes the moment he kissed her hand.

“I missed you.”

Hyunjin wanted to cry. She wanted to cry because of how much she longed to be with Jisung.

She threw him onto the bed and immediately kissed his lips.

It tasted heavenly with some chocolate pudding. It tasted like longing and passion.

“Oh god, I missed this,” Jisung murmured in a gasp as Hyunjin began to kiss his cheeks. She went to his neck and sucked there, making Jisung moan.

It was his.

Only his.

She could mark it.

She sat on the boy's hip and urged him to take off his shirt.

“Out. Get out,” she complained. Jisung took off his shirt, and she could taste the muscles in the boy's chest.

By God, he was made like the gods. Muscles were carved by the gods. Hyunjin lifted her shirt, exposing her breasts. Jisung let out a moan, running his warm palms up her legs, then up her waist, caressing her navel.

"You did it," he murmured. Hyunjin smiled.

“I told you I would do it.”

Hyunjin became more and more desperate. She moved her hips over Jisung's cock, making the boy moan.

“Take it out, please. Fuck me.”

“Ah, Hyun. I don't think it's right,” Jisung blurted out, breaking Hyunjin's heart.

“Why?”

“Are you okay?" Are you really well?”

“I am.”

"You don't owe me anything for rescuing you," he said. Hyunjin stopped.

"For God's sake..." She said that, got off Jisung's hip, and laid down on the bed. She let out a laugh. "God, men are one thing." She looked at him and caressed his cheek. “We've been fucking for like five months, and you think I want to do it out of gratitude now, Jisung?”

“Yeah?” Hyunjin bit her lip. She moved to her side, her hand running over Jisung's gorgeous face. Her thumb ran over the bottom lip of the boy's lip.

"I would never do it," Hyunjin replied. “I sleep with you because I like it. Because I…” It was time to say it. If it wasn't reciprocated, she would change and return to the guest room. “I'm in love with you, Jisung.”

Silence filled the room; only their breathing was heard. Hyunjin could see Jisung's eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Please don't play,” Jisung begged. “Please don't play with my heart like that.”

Hyunjin stroked his chin and then went to wipe away the tears that were beginning to flow.

“I would never do it. I never really would.”

Jisung also turned to his side to face her. His hand tangled in Hyunjin's soft hair and nuzzled his nose into hers.

“Oh God,” Jisung said. He bit his lip. ‘God, Hyunjin, I'm so in love with you too.”

Hyunjin smiled. A smile so genuine that he hadn't let it out in months. They kissed. They entangled in kisses on the bed. They kissed until they were tired.

That night, they fucked so slowly and with love. Like they had never done it before.

.

Her phone ringing was what woke her up. He had fallen asleep around 4 a.m., still shaking in Jisung's hands.

She checked; it was a message from her mother telling her that her father was going to pick her up in a few minutes.

“Shit!” Hyunjin shouted, jumping out of bed and putting on her clothes at full speed. She had to get back to the guest room before the Yangs noticed.

Luckily, the Yangs seemed to be downstairs, and Hyunjin managed to sneak into the room. Minhee did sleep in the bed, probably having passed away in the early morning.

Hyunjin went to the bathroom to get ready and then noticed the huge hickey on her breast. Luckily, if she didn't wear a neckline, it wasn't noticeable.

Unfortunately for her, the blouse she had worn the day before had a low neckline.

She headed to Seungmin's room, where he was also sleeping soundly in his bed. She searched through his wardrobe until he found a shirt he could wear.

“What are you looking for?” Seungmin asked sleepily.

“A shirt that covers me.”

“What happened to yours?”

“It's very low-cut; you'll see the hickey that Jisung gave me yesterday.”

“Jisung? Did they have sex?” Hyunjin nodded.

“In fact, we confessed. We like each other. It was... romantic." She turned to see her friend, who was smiling at him. “Stop looking at me like that. I bet you did dirty things with Minhee unnie here last night,” Seungmin shook his head.

“We fucked in the pool,” Hyunjin said, looking at Seungmin in surprise. 

“You are a jerk.”

.

She couldn't say goodbye to him well. Since her father arrived when everyone was having breakfast, the only thing he could share with Jisung was a look.

She excused the shirt she was wearing because she had spilled juice on the other one, and they left for home.

In the car, Hyunjin couldn't help but text Jisung.

Hyune

I would like to ask you out.

Sungie

The girl is asking you out. We already know who has the pants here.

Hyunjin giggled, making her father look at her with a frown.

Hyune

If I didn't do it, no one would. So? Tomorrow, my last class is at two o’clock.

Sungie

My last one is at three. Are you waiting for me?

Hyune

To you? Of course.

.

Jisung left class at three and immediately saw Hyunjin waiting for him. The girl was distracted by her sketchbook; she looked so gorgeous, biting her lip while focused on her notebook.

He took out his phone and took a photo of her. He could have pictures of her now, right? He felt a little nervous thinking about it.

He never thought he would be dating such an amazing girl before.

They were dating, right? They had confessed, and both felt the same. But they never found out who they were. Were they already dating?

“What are we?” was the first thing Jisung asked when he arrived at Hyunjin. The girl looked up and looked at him. He got up and put the notebook away. Jisung noticed that she was blushing as she avoided his gaze.

He scolded himself, and as always, he screwed up everything.

“Well… We're dating, right?” said the girl.

"God, I'm so sorry," Jisung said, covering his face. He was so embarrassed that he hit Hyunjin with this sudden question. He noticed that they were beginning to have an audience, with some people looking at them and whispering among themselves. He noticed Hyunjin was nervous. He had never seen her like this and thought she was the most adorable thing in the world. He took her wrist carefully, as if she were going to break. "Come on," he said, leading her, in front of everyone, to the patio. Outside, Hyunjin let go of him. He thought he had screwed up, but the girl just linked their hands.

"Come on," he said, smiling at her.

Jisung felt his heart float.

.

They were on a honeymoon.

They showed their affection in public. They kissed every moment they could, even at the movie night at Jisung's house that they had with Minhee and Seungmin.

There came a time when the other couple yelled at them to stop because the sound of their kissing was bothering them.

Hyunjin had looked at Seungmin and stuck her tongue out at him, then pulled her legs up onto Jisung's lap away from him, still feeling the need to touch him.

At the end of October, Hyunjin didn't hear from Jisung for two weeks. Seungmin had told her that Jisung was busy doing the paperwork to defend his thesis.

She found him when she went to his room one day when she had been studying with Seungmin for their final exams.

She wanted to say hello when she entered the room and heard him crying.

“Jisung?” she called him, entering his room. The room was dark. There were a lot of papers on the floor, and Jisung was having an anxiety attack in the corner of his room.

Hyunjin ran and crouched in front of him.

"Honey," she called, because yes, they were called honey now. Jisung had been the first to use it after a hot sex section, and he blurted it out, making Hyunjin blush up to her ears. “Jisungie…”

"I can't, I can't," the boy cried, burying his face in his knees. Hyunjin noticed that there were scratches on his arms and that his glasses were broken on the floor. “I cannot anymore.”

"Hey, of course you can," she said, trying to calm him down. “Look at me, Ji,” the boy said, raising his face. He was emaciated, stained with tears, and had very deep circles under his eyes. Hyunjin caressed his cheek. “Breathe with me, baby, okay? Slow breathing. Follow me.”

Hyunjin instructed him to breathe while caressing his arms until the attack subsided. Jisung looked so stressed.

“How about we go to bed?” asked the girl. Jisung immediately shook his head, letting go of her. He picked up the cards that were scattered on the floor.

“Can't. I have to study." She stopped his hands.

“How long have you not slept?”

“The thesis presentation is in two days,” Jisung said without looking at her, collecting his cards. “I can't waste my time.”

“Sleeping is not wasting your time.”

“The time I used to sleep, I could be doing something more productive." Hyunjin frowned and snatched the cards from her hands. “What? Hyunjin!”

“Go to bed!” She scolded him. “You can't overexert yourself like this, Jisung. You must have had days without sleep." She looked around and realized that there were also plates of food with rotten food inside. "When was the last time you ate?" Jisung didn't answer him, frowning and looking at the ground. Hyunjin placed the cards on Jisung's computer, leaving the boy standing in the corner. “I'll bring you something to eat.”

And she left the room.

She went downstairs to find Seungmin still with his notebooks. He looked at her.

“You were delayed. What happened?”

“Since when has Jisung not left his room?”

“About a week? My parents are putting a lot of pressure on him. They bring meals to his room and everything.”

“I was having an anxiety attack,” Hyunjin told him. Seungmin opened his eyes. “There's too much pressure on him, Seungmin. He has days without sleeping or eating.”

"Oh sh*t," he replied. Hyunjin looked at the kitchen.

“I'll prepare something for him. Do you mind if I stay the rest of the afternoon with him?” Seungmin shook his head.

"You're doing him good," said her friend. There was a sad look on his face. “I think that more than good, better than us.”

“It's not your fault, Seungmin. You're being pushed too hard too.” Hyunjin sighed and headed to the kitchen. She found ramen, which could at least fill his stomach. Hyunjin started cooking it while chopping some vegetables and putting some eggs in the oven in the oven to cook.

When she had the ramen made, she took a tray and placed it there to go up to Jisung's room. The boy was sitting on his bed, still reading the cards in his hands. Hyunjin took them off again, this time without any resistance, and handed the tray to Jisung.

"Eat," she ordered. Jisung didn't say anything else; he ate, at first slowly and then quickly. You could tell how hungry he was. When he finished eating, Hyunjin took the plate from him and put it on the nightstand. She caressed his cheek. “You should rest.” She went to get up, but Jisung took her hand and looked at her.

"Stay with me, please," the boy begged. Hyunjin gave him a smile.

“Of course.

.

Jisung fell asleep in Hyunjin's arms, being the little spoon. He had grabbed her hands and placed them on his chest, where his heart was still heaving.

He must have been so pressured.

Hyunjin buried her face in the back of the boy's neck, his hair tickling her nose.

When night fell, Hyunjin, with pain in her chest, untangled herself from him to get up and leave. But a squeeze on her wrist stopped her.

"Hey," she said. “You're awake.” Jisung turned around and looked at her. There was passion in his gaze that made her swallow hard. Jisung intertwined their fingers and kissed her hand.

“I love you.”

Hyunjin's heart went to her throat, and her eyes filled with tears. She threw herself at Jisung and kissed him. She spread sweet kisses all over his face from the love she felt for him.

“Me too.”

.

Having defended his thesis caused a huge change in Jisung. He slept for two full days and cleaned his room.

Then he invited Hyunjin to spend the afternoon watching movies with him.

That was his intention.

But Jisung had to understand that he had a hypersexual girlfriend who told him that she hadn't given him any gifts for finishing college.

So now he had her there, kneeling between his legs, making him squirm with her magical mouth. The movie was playing in the background, and Jisung contemplated that perhaps he was blaspheming the good Miyazaki while his girlfriend gave him a blowjob with Howl’s moving castle background.

Hyunjin's hands caressed the abs that Jisung had perhaps a little neglected. But apparently she loved them and ran her nails over the skin of her stomach.

Jisung was trying to moan quietly; if he heard the door, it would give them time to compose themselves. He stroked Hyunjin's hair as the girl took his cock deep. Jisung knew that Hyunjin must be excited by all this, so he placed his leg under the girl's body, and Hyunjin soon began to rub against each other. Jisung could feel the orgasm coursing through him.

"Hyun, I'm coming," he moaned. Hyunjin's response was to shove his cock further down her throat.

He came into her mouth, resting her head on the back of the sofa. When his head came down from the clouds, Hyunjin had already stuffed him back into his pants and was sitting next to him, wiping his lips.

Jisung kissed her, quickly sticking his hand under Hyunjin's pants and jerking her off. The girl's nails scratched his shoulders.

The door rang, and they immediately composed themselves.

Mr. Yang greeted him and went up to his room. Jisung squeezed Hyunjin's leg and kissed her neck.

“Thanks for everything.”

She just smiled at him.

.

Jisung began an internship at JYP after graduation. He was a producer for some idol groups under the company's label. Minhee had also started working there as a choreographer.

Hyunjin and Jisung were walking out; they had already called each other boyfriend and girlfriend in front of Jisung's parents, and Mrs. Yang showed her appreciation to her. They hung out on Jisung's days off, texting each other. Hyunjin sent him paintings he made, and Jisung sent her song demos, both personal and professional.

Technically, Hyunjin heard Itzy's next album before it was even announced.

They kissed, Jisung took advantage of his days off when no one was home, and they fucked. And Hyunjin felt on cloud nine and felt like she was falling more and more in love when Jisung kissed her and told her that he loved him.

Hyunjin loved him. She had never felt so in love before. Hyunjin had never fallen in love before.

Hyunjin liked to play with men. She liked to be sensual, use her sexuality, and break the parameters of what the ideal daughter should be for her parents, even if they didn't know it. It gave her freedom from what the perfect girl was supposed to be. Until Jisung came and settled so deeply in your heart. He never thought it would end like this. She never thought that the boy she had taken only as a pretty prey would end up entering her heart so deeply.

Everything was going well. Hyunjin felt like he was on the cusp of happiness. That was until he got up one day and ran to the bathroom. He leaned over the toilet and left all his food from the night before at the bottom.

She hated vomiting; it was the worst feeling she had ever had in her life.

She stood up, leaning on the wall. Dizziness was flooding her completely. She sat on the toilet seat, waiting for the dizziness to pass.

Hyunjin took it to mean that something she had eaten the day before had hurt her; she brushed it off.

She never thought of any other alternative.

It wasn't until two days later, with the same symptoms, Minhee brought up the word in a mall bathroom, where Hyunjin had to run and throw up.

“Hyunjin Did you take a pregnancy test?” the girl questioned. Hyunjin refused, splashing water on his face.

"I use contraceptives," she replied.

“You know that contraceptives fail," she said as she looked in the mirror and trembled. No, she couldn't think about pregnancy now. “Did you have your last period?”

"I don't menstruate with my contraceptive." She was trembling at the prospect of pregnancy. Could not. Could not. Her parents were going to kill her.

"I'll go buy you a pregnancy test," the woman said and left the bathroom. Hyunjin entered a stall and sat on the toilet seat with her head in her hands.

She couldn't, she couldn't, she couldn't.

What would your parents say? What would Jisung say? She trembled. She didn't notice when Minhee arrived.

“Hyune?” She called her.

"Here," the girl indicated. Minhee entered the cabin and handed him the test box and a bottle of water. Hyunjin drank the water, and within a few minutes, she had to pee. She urinated and took the test.

She left the cabin with the test in her hand, leaving it in the sink. After a few minutes, Minhee told her that she could already see the result. Hands shaking, Hyunjin held up the test.

It immediately fell from her hands with a thud when she saw the result.

No, no, no.

“Hyunjin?” Minhee asked, “Are you okay, cutie?” Hyunjin leaned her back against the wall and crawled to the floor. Her eyes filled with tears.

“No. No. No," she cried. Her parents were going to kill her; her parents would be so disappointed in her. Minhee picked up the test and looked at it.

“Oh, Hyunjin...” the girl lamented.

Positive. Positive.

For God's sake, what were her parents going to think? What was Jisung going to think? She cried, hugging herself, and then felt other arms around her.

“Now, now. Princess,” Minhee said. “Everything will be fine.”

No, nothing will be okay.

.

Hyunjin asked Minhee not to say anything to Seungmin, and the girl took offense by telling Hyunjin that she wasn't gossiping. That had made her laugh.

The day after the discovery, Hyunjin was lucky that Jisung rested. They met, as always, in Jisung's room. They were kissing sweetly because Jisung said he adored Hyunjin's lips. And Hyunjin kissed him with longing and with so much fear for the information that would come from his lips.

When Jisung stopped kissing her, to take a breath, that's when her tears began to well up in her eyes.

Jisung pulled away, looking at her with concern.

“Jagi” Jisung said and Hyunjin trembled at the beautiful nickname “Jinnie What's going on? Why are you crying?”

“Jisung…” her heart was beating at full speed “Jisung, I’m so sorry,” she apologized. “Jisung, I'm really sorry.”

“Jinnie, please, what happened? I'm worried." Jisung took her arms. “My love, tell me what's happening.”

How could he tell her that? How could he tell my love just like it was nothing when Hyunjin had screwed up big time?

"I'm pregnant," she said. She noticed the surprise in Jisung's eyes.

“Why are you crying about that?” the boy questioned “Why do you apologize to me as if it were your fault?” He grabbed her cheeks and kissed her on the lips.  “It's not your fault, Jinnie.”

She shook her head.

"I'm so scared." Jisung hugged her and kissed her head.

"We'll figure this out, darling. Don't you want to have it? It's your decision, we will go to a clinic. We'll do something, but don't blame yourself, please.

Hyunjin leaned on his shoulder. She wanted to be forever flooded in Jisung's smell.

.

It was the following week. Hyunjin excused his sudden trips to the bathroom with food poisoning and that calmed his parents.

Jisung found a safe clinic for Hyunjin and made an evaluation appointment for Friday. Likewise, Hyunjin had to take a blood pregnancy test at a clinic and an ultrasound to find out how many weeks he was.

She was five weeks old. Hyunjin was leaning against the headboard of Jisung's bed watching the ultrasound while Jisung showered to go to the appointment.

Hyunjin looked at the ultrasound carefully. Inside was a zygote the size of a bean. Something so small that she wouldn't even feel it when it came out of her. But why wasn't he happy about this? The problem would finally be solved, right?

Hyunjin looked at the shower door. She imagined the creature growing inside her. She imagined a beautiful baby with Jisung's sweet face.

She shook her head. Could not. Her parents would kill her, they would be so disappointed in her.

Jisung came out of the bathroom with only his jeans on, trying to comb his hair with his fingers and Hyunjin smiled at him. How sweet her boyfriend was, how beautiful he was. He had fine, caramel-colored skin and smooth muscles that were the product of a gym workout that, although infrequent, was good enough.

She watched him change, reveling in the boy's body. Jisung looked at her when he finished changing and blushed when he realized that Hyunjin was ogling him with her eyes.

He approached her and kissed her.

Hyunjin reveled in the kiss.

.

The atmosphere at the abortion clinic was warm, perhaps to signal to the women that it was a safe place. There were pamphlets from adoption places and some organizations for helpless women and/or suffering from violence.

Hyunjin saw women of all ages. From a woman who could have been 40 years old to a 14-year-old girl in a school uniform.

Some went alone, others accompanied by their mothers. Jisung was the only boy in the room.

"I'm going to the bathroom," the boy announced, giving her a kiss on the temple and Hyunjin watched him walk away.

"It must be nice to have that support," said a voice next to her. Hyunjin looked at her. The girl pointed with her chin to where Jisung had gone. “Is he your husband?”

"My boyfriend," Hyunjin replied. The girl nodded. 

“Not all of us are fortunate enough to have the support of our partner. My boyfriend left me as soon as he found out about the pregnancy, however, when he found out that I was going to have an abortion he said a lot of horrible things to me.”

“He left you to your fate and still judged you?” The girl giggled and nodded.

“That's how some of them are. What time do you have? “

“Five weeks And you?”

“Four. Am I telling you the truth? I want to keep it... but I don't have the resources." She looked at her nails, there was sadness in her eyes. “I guess this is a way of loving too.”

“Yeah. I believe it.”

A way of loving. That girl chose to have resources to be able to give her baby a good life.

Why was Hyunjin doing this? If all you've been able to think about lately is that a baby with Jisung's eyes would be cute.

Jisung returned and they were soon called.

He and Hyunjin entered the office. The doctor greeted them and sat down in her chair, indicating that they should sit down.

“Well, Hyunjin. First of all, I need you to understand that you can change your mind at any time, correct?” Hyunjin nodded, looked at her nails. Was she actually doing the right thing? “Can you show me your papers, Hyunjin?” The girl nodded and handed her the folder with everything the clinic indicated. How long she was pregnant, how healthy she was. The doctor was passing her medical history to that of her entity “Have you thought about adoption?”

“I don't think I'll be able to deliver it after carrying it for nine months.”

“Why do you want to have an abortion?” she knew these questions were routine but it made her uncomfortable. It was one thing to make that decision and another to think about why she wanted to do it. Why did she want to do it? Being a mother had not crossed her mind before, when she had her adventures she had never thought about it. She never imagined herself being in a serious relationship until Jisung. She never thought of loving anyone the way she loved him. But it hurt her. It hurt her that her parents didn't accept Jisung. It pained her to think about having a baby and raising her in an environment where their grandparents would hate them because of who their father was.

Is that why her wanted to have an abortion? For her parents? How would they react if their 24-year-old daughter was pregnant by a boy they didn't approve of? She felt her eyes fill with tears.

Why was she thinking about that? Why was she thinking about ending the fruit of her and Jisung's love just because of her parents? Was she never going to formalize a relationship with the love of his life just because her parents didn't accept it?

It wasn't fair to Jisung.

Jisung didn't deserve this.

“Jinnie, darling,” Jisung called, caressing her shoulder, she didn't realize she was crying.

"Hyunjin," the doctor called, the girl looked at her. “Honey, Are you sure you want to have an abortion?” Hyunjin looked at her and started crying. She was so full of hormones that her head was spinning.

“Can't!” She exclaimed, shaking her  head “Can't. Can't. It's not fair.”

“Jin, honey,” Jisung called, crouching in front of her. So worried about her. Always faithful to her decisions. “Jinnie, breathe, please. Do you want us to leave?” she nodded.

“Let's go. Let's go. Can't.”

"Hyunjin," the doctor called and Hyunjin looked at her, she gave her a smile. “It's your decision, darling. If someone is forcing you, you can say it.” She shook her head.

“No, nobody forces me. I'm the one who's forcing myself. I don't want to. I don't want to," the doctor returned the folder to Hyunjin with a smile.

“Then it's okay. It's your decision.”

.

Jisung took her home,home, and they both lay down on the bed. Hyunjin caressed her flat belly, still with so many doubts in her head. Was she ready to be a mother? Nobody ever is. But she? She looked at Jisung,Jisung, who was focused on his phone, his hand still caressing Hyunjin's thigh. Was he ready to be a father? She never asked him.

“I'm so selfish,” Hyunjin murmured. Jisung looked at her.

“What? Not at all, baby. In fact, I thinkthat with that with this decision you have made, you have made it thinking about someone else, right? In your parents?”

“And what about you, Jisung? It's yours too.”

“It's your decision, baby.”

“If I decide to have it, are you ready to become a father?” Jisung sighed, looking at the ceiling.

“I don't think you're ever completely ready. But I would prepare myself. I love you, Hyunjin. Having a little piece of you, of both, is something I would like.”

“And now? Do you want it now?” She questioned. Jisung reached up to her a little and caressed her cheek. Then he gave her a soft kiss.

“Of course.”

.

It wasn't until the next day that Hyunjin, at breakfast, decided to tell her parents.

Jisung wanted to tell them to be present,present, but Hyunjin begged him not to. She was terrified of how her father would react if Jisung was present.

Now, sitting in the dining room, finishing her breakfast, Hyunjin decided to drop the bomb.

"I'm pregnant," she said, looking at her plate. At first, there was silence. Then, Hyunjin heard her father's chair slide. She didn't look him in the eyes, but she immediatelyfelt it felt it when the slap was given.

Her eyes filled with tears as she caressed her cheek.

“Tell me this is a fucking joke, Hwang Hyunjin,” her father growled.

Her parents had raised her in a somewhat strict Catholic regime. Her parents never knew about her adventures. Her parents never knew about everything Hyunjin did.

To her parents, who had an idealized perspective of Hyunjin, she was a saint. A good girl who would arrive atmarriage is marriage is a virgin. A good woman would marry a Catholic husband in a Catholic church. That she would form a traditional Catholic family and become a good housewife in the future.

"Tell me it's a fucking joke," her father growled again. He had never hither, and her, and she had never given him reasons to do so.

"It's not a joke," she replied. “I'm five weeks pregnant,” the man growled and slapped her again. Hyunjin sobbed.

“You are a disappointment.”

“Dad…”

“Who is the father, Hyunjin?” Hyunjin's lips trembled.trembled. “Speak;; if you have the courage to spread your legs like a whore, you must have the courage to tell me the name of the man who stained you.”

“It's Jisung, right?” HerHer mother said this time that that there was a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“Yang? The one who drugged you?” Hyujin was filled with fury and looked at her father. She was sick of the man offending Jisung.

“He never drugged me! Don't you understand?”

“Don't talk to me like that!” Her father yelled at her,her, and Hyunjin cringed.cringed. “I see you love the bad life.”

“Jisung is not like that!” she exclaimed  exclaimed  “He graduated from college and is working, Dad. He's a good man." Her father snapped his teeth.

"Get out of my house," the man growled.

“What?”

“Pack your things and leave with the man who stained you. May he support you and pay for the university that we have wasted paying for you.”

Her university… Hyunjin was only a year away from finishing it.

"Dad,," the mansaid, walking said, walking away from her.

“When I get back from work, I don't want to see you here. I no longer have a daughter," and he left the dining room, breaking her heart.

.

Taking advantage of the fact that her parents went to work, Hyunjin called Jisung and told him what happened. She didn't tell him that her father had hit her.

Jisung arrived right away and helped her pack. He didn't say anything;; he didn't reply;; the only thing he said was to go home,home, and they would talk to his parents. Hyunjin could stay and live with them with peace of mind.

"They won't pay for my college anymore," Hyunjin said, putting away her paintings. “I think it's time to dare to show my art and sell some paintings.”

“You'll see what you can do.”

Jisung hadn't told his parents that Hyunjin was going to live with them yet. They had to first tell him the news of the pregnancy.

Hyunjin was terrified;; she didn't know how Mr. and Mrs. Yang would express themselves.

They arrived at Jisung's house,house, and even without putting down their things, they entered.

They met Mrs. Yang in the dining room.

“Mom,” Jisung called. His mother looked at him and pushed her glasses down her nose.

“What's wrong,wrong, dear?” Hyunjin remembered that Seungmin had told him that his mother was very strict. She was a refined woman and the and the CEO of a dressmaking company. Yang Jisoo was an imposing woman who, although loving, sometimes put too much pressure on her children. On the contrary, Jisung's father, Felix, was more relaxed. Sometimes Hyunjin would find old photos of the man on stage;; he had been an idol in the 80's before focusing on his family.

“We have something to tell you,” Jisung said. Hyunjin was terrified of the reaction Jisoo would have. Jisung's hand was clutching Hyunjin's. “Hyunjin and I are expecting a baby.”

Hyunjin thought the woman would scream that she would insult them just like her father had done. But Jisoo opened her eyes and mouth and stood up from the table.

“What? Oh God, am I going to be a grandmother?” There was genuine happiness in Jisoo's voice that made Hyunjin's eyes water. They nodded,nodded, and the woman walked around the table. Hyunjin cringed, but the only thing she felt was all the woman's love when she hugged her. “Oh, beautiful. Congratulations!Congratulations!” she walked away and looked at the stairs.stairs. “Felix! Felix, come down!” the woman shouted. The sound of Felix's hurried footsteps was heard on the stairs.

“What happened?” said the agitated man.

"Honey, we're going to be grandparents," Jisoo said. The woman was overjoyed; Hyunjin had never seen someone so happy about the news.

“Is seriously?” Felix questioned, and Jisung and Hyunjin nodded. "By God, I'm an old man now." That made her laugh. Jisoo had her hands on Hyunjin's arms.

"For God's sake, you guys haven't gotten married," said the older woman.

“Get married?” they both asked.

“Of course, you can't have a child out of wedlock." Jisung and Hyunjin looked at each other. They had never thought about that, but it was the most logical thing. Hyunjin would love to spend her entire life with Jisung. Jisoo looked at Hyunjin. "No, sir, we must plan an emergency wedding; call the whole family. In a month? Yes, I think we can plan everything in a month.” She looked at her husband. “Felix, you must have a meeting with Hyunjin's father.“

"Sure," the man said and addressed the girl. “Hyunjinnie, I need you to give me your father's number and...”

"It won't be possible, Mr. Yang," Hyunjin responded, looking at the ground. Jisung cleared his throat, getting his parents' attention.

“Dad, Hyunjin was kicked out of the house. Her things are in the car.”

"Oh..." said his father.

“Did they kick you out of the house?” Jisoo questioned her, and Hyunjin looked at her. There was so much concern in the older woman's eyes. “How can that be possible? Where is the unconditional love that we should give our children? Where is the support for your decisions?” Hyunjin's throat closed, and Jisoo hugged her as Hyunjin began to cry. “Oh, my girl, you don't deserve any of this. It's all good; we will be your family now.”

.

Seungmin arrived at ten at night, when Hyunjin and Jisung were watching TV on the couch.

“Are you here at this time?” Seungmin questioned, leaving the keys in the door.

“Can't I visit my boyfriend?” Hyunjin questioned.

“At this time? Well, you like adrenaline.” Seungmin approached and kissed her on the forehead.

"Not when this is already her house," Jisung said. The boy walked away from them and looked at them in surprise.

“Did they kick you out of the house, Hyunjin? Isn't that too extreme just because you have a boyfriend they don't approve of?”

“It's not too extreme for them if said boyfriend gets me pregnant,” Hyunjin replied. They remained silent. Seungmin was surprised.

“What? Jinnie? Is seriously?” Hyunjin nodded. “And are you okay?” He looked at his brother and said, “Are you okay? Are you guys happy?” They both nodded, and Seungmin laughed. “I'm going to be an uncle!” he exclaimed, flooding Hyunjin in a hug and making her laugh. “I must tell Minhee.”

“Minhee Unnie was the first to know,” Hyunjin said, sitting Seungmin next to him. "She was the one who saw me lying and crying in the bathroom." Seungmin grimaced and hugged Hyunjin again.

“We'll take care of you now, Jinnie.”

Hyunjin smiled; she felt so loved.

.

Living with the Yangs wasn't bad at all.

She slept next to Jisung, kissed him, hugged him, and they fucked whenever they wanted. Mrs. Yang secured her a small temporary gallery room.

"This is while they finish fixing their house," said the woman.

Apparently, Felix Yang had invested his Idol salaries in making apartments for his children that they could use when they became independent.

Jisung and Hyunjin would be the first to leave because they were about to start a family, and Jisung already had to stop living at his parents' house.

However, they were still there. Mrs. Yang had bought fruits and vitamins for Hyunjin to take. The older woman had focused on organizing the wedding with many of her friends. Their company would design Hyunjin's wedding dress and Minhee's bridesmaid dress.

Everything was prepared; it had been like a dream.

Until the morning of the wedding, she woke up with a pain in her belly. At first, Hyunjin assumed it was wedding nerves. It was normal.

The wedding would take place at Jisung's father's family farm. They had hired a judge, and the guests were already beginning to arrive.

The makeup artist was already finishing the last touches when a strong pain hit Hyunjin's lower belly that made her double over.

“Are you okay, Miss Hyunjin?” the makeup artist asked. Minhee looked at her through her mirror. Hyunjin nodded. She felt dizzy and wanted to vomit, so she got up to go to the bathroom; luckily, she was still in her underwear. She kneeled on the toilet and made the effort. But she didn't vomit. However, the pain in her belly increased, making her squirm. She closed her eyes, pressing her hands on her stomach as she began to feel the liquid between her legs.

Blood was gushing out, and Hyunjin feared the worst.

“Minhee!” She shouted, clutching her belly because of the pain he felt. “Minhee!” She cried. She was panicking so much that she even forgot the honorifics. The girl opened the bathroom door and found a scene worthy of a horror movie. She bent down and took the girl into her arms. “Unnie, unnie. I don't know what's happening." She pressed her stomach again; the pain was so strong that he felt like she was splitting in two. Hyunjin cried; it hurt so much. “Unnie, my baby. How is my baby?”

“Already. Already. Baby,” Minhee tried to reassure her; she was calling an ambulance. Then, she called Jisung.

“ Hello, noona,” Jisung greeted. Minhee didn't have time to greet him.

“Goes up! Now!” And she hung up. In her arms, holding her belly, Hyunjin was crying.

"It hurts so much," the girl cried. All of her legs were stained with blood, as was Minhee's bridesmaid dress. How could a little thing like Hyunjin have so much blood? “Unnie, my baby. I'm losing my baby.”

“You'll be fine. You'll be fine.”

Minhee listened as the bedroom door opened, with Jisung yelling for them.

“In the bathroom!” Minhee called. Jisung opened the door and choked on what he saw. He immediately bent down to take the girl in his arms, who was still sobbing, covering her belly.

“What happened?” Jisung asked. “Why is there so much blood?”

Minhee looked at them with pity.

“Hyunjin had a miscarriage.”

.

The wedding was postponed until further notice. Jisung called his parents right away, and the ambulance arrived soon. There were already guests outside, and they watched as Hyunjin was carried away on the stretcher.

It was at the hospital that they gave him the news. She had lost her baby.

It was something that usually happened in the first trimester; it had nothing to do with Hyunjin.

But Hyunjin scolded himself so much. She scolded her body for rejecting her creature. She cried all night.

.

She was discharged the next day and taken to the Yangs' home.

Hyunjin didn't leave Jisung's room for a week.

.

"Hey," Jisung called, entering the room and finding her sitting on the back of the bed with a sketchbook in her legs. The boy approached her and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Hyunjin smiled sweetly at him.

"Hey," she replied.

“I made you a song.” Hyunjin's eyes watered, and she shook her head.

“I don't want to listen to it. I don't deserve it." Jisung sighed and kissed Hyunjin's hand.

“Babe…”

“It was all my fault, Jisung. As fate would have it, I tried to abort before. Fate played with me.”

“Hey. It was not your fault. The doctors said there is a risk of miscarriage in the first trimester, honey. We were unlucky to be one of those numbers.”

“I killed our baby, Jisung.”

"You didn't," he said, kissing her cheek.

“My body rejected it,” Jisung said, kissing her other cheek.

“Your body is a splendid sanctuary that, if we want, can house another creature and will care for and love it. All in our time, all in your time.” She looked at him.

“Jisung.”

“¿Hm?”

“If you wanted to marry me?” She questioned.

“Why do you think not?”

“Your mother forced you because of the pregnancy,” Jisung giggled.

“My mother didn't force me. She just advanced the process for us.” Hyunjin giggled. “I still want to marry you. When you feel ready.”

Hyunjin kissed him on the lips.

“Thank you.”

.

Dad 

I found out you had an abortion.

If you agree to leave Yang and never see him again, you can return to the house.

Hyunjin frowned and blocked the number.

She went back to bed.

.

Mother 

Why did you block your father?

Hyune

I thought he had said clearly that he no longer had a daughter. I only blocked a stranger who offered me to live in his house just because I lost my baby.

He didn't ask me how I was.

He didn't want to ask how I was doing. If I'm depressed,.

Since he no longer has a daughter, I don't want to talk to him.

I'M NOT GOING TO LEAVE MY BOYFRIEND.

Mother 

You're a fool, Hyunjin.

Do you prefer to choose a man over your family?

A man who is in show business will not take long to change you.

Soon you will become pregnant again, and while you gain weight, he will surround himself with models who can give him what his pregnant wife cannot give him in bed.

Hyune

Are you saying this from experience?

They say that those who think they are saints are the worst.

Mother

Don't disrespect me, young lady!

Hyune

But you do me? You're insulting me and Jisung.

Don't think that because you're my mother, you have the right to treat me like shit.

Mother 

I just want the best for you. Look, that boy's influence has done nothing for you.

Hyune

I'm tired of being treated like a bad guy! He's not a bad influence on me.

I was bad for a long time!

I started having sex when I was 19, mom. I was not the saint you thought you were raising. I liked going to parties and fucking men. I liked being caressed and made to feel so much.

It was more of a Mary Magdalene than a Virgin Mary that you painted of me for your friends.

You didn't know me. You never knew me. You just had a totally idealized version of me.

Mother 

I am so disappointed.

Hyune

The truth is that I don't care anymore.

Jisung's mother has acted more like my mother in the months I've been here than you have in 25 years.

Mother 

So that will be it? Will you pretend you don't have parents?

Hyune

You guys have been pretending for three months that you don't have a daughter.

I don't see why I can't give them back.

Enjoy going to church and praying to God to forgive my sins when you have more.

Mrs. Yang says that parental love should be unconditional. I can tell that yours had many conditions.

Mother 

It's the last straw that you disrespect me like this.

Hyune

I don't owe you any respect.

With your permission, I will block your number.

Hyunjin blocked her mother's number. She looked at her easel; the canvas had been taking a nice shape, and now all she saw was a mess.

.

They were having a picnic under the shade of an oak tree, celebrating their second anniversary together, when Jisung properly proposed.

Hyunjin had cried and nodded. And she had laid down on the blanket between Jisung's arms and his caramel mouth.

They had taken a photo together showing the ring and sent it to all their friends.

Everyone was excited.

.

The makeup artist finished the finishing touches as Hyunjin glanced at the bathroom in the back. A year had passed, and she was still terrified of seeing that bathroom.

There, in that room, she had lost her baby.

Hyunjin was in a time of deep depression. Lying in bed, feeling useless. Most of all, she hates her body.

I hated how weak and fragile she was.

She had seen a psychologist for several months to heal. To make sure that nothing that had happened was her fault.

“Jinnie,” Minhee called her, was wearing another version of her bridesmaid dress; the previous one had been stained with Hyunjin's blood. “Let's put the dress on you.”

Hyunjin had already tried on the dress before. But like this, made up and groomed, it was totally different.

Hyunjin had spent her entire life on the move, never thinking about settling down. However, there she was, just to unite her soul with the love of her life. 

She looked beautiful.

Hyunjin had never felt so beautiful in her life.

She wanted to cry.

.

Jisung did cry. Jisung cried a lot when he saw her walking to the altar. Hyunjin, giggling, had to wipe away his tears and give him soft kisses all over his face.

Hyunjin looked at the audience. Mrs. Yang had broken the tradition of the bride and groom places because she knew that no one from Hyunjin's family would attend. And Hyunjin appreciated it. She didn't know how it was going to feel to see her whole empty side.

Instead, there was Jisung's huge family. There were so many Yangs; Hyunjin had met them at family dinners and parties, and they had all adored her.

At the time of the vows, Hyunjin knew that poetry was going to flood. That's what a wedding between two artists was about. They both expressed all their feelings and overflowed their hearts with the words they spoke.

They kissed sweetly, and there were flashes and applause everywhere.

Hyunjin felt so happy.

.

Jisung took her to Paris for their honeymoon.

They danced and dined at the Eiffel Tower. They kissed and made love softly in the moonlit hotel room. 

"I love you," Hyunjin said with tears in her eyes. “I love you so much.”

"I love you," Jisung said, kissing her face. “I love you so much, Hyunjin. My life. My love.”

Hyunjin wanted to cry.

.

Hyunjin became pregnant two years after they got married.

She was already working at JYP as a choreographer when she had the symptoms. She took the test, and, unlike last time, she didn't cry with sadness when she saw the positive in the test.

She cried with happiness.

She didn't wait to get home. She ran to Jisung's study and, expecting only her husband to be there, entered.

Jisung was alone; he had his glasses over his nose and his headphones on. He hadn't heard Hyunjin enter.

“Jisung,” Hyunjin called, approaching him. The man looked at her and took off his headphones. It was incredible that even after years of dating, Jisung still looked at her as if it were the first time he had seen her.

“Jinnie, what's going on?”

She stretched out her hand and handed him the stick. Jisung received it and looked at it. And it took minutes for his gaze to see the test result. He then looked at Hyunjin with bright eyes.

“Is it positive?” He asked. Hyunjin didn't judge him. He smiled at her and nodded. “Are we going to have a baby, Jinnie?”

“Yes, Jisung. Yes.”

"Oh my God," the boy said, taking her wrist and pulling her closer to him. He sat her on his lap and began to place soft kisses all over her face. “Oh my God, Hyune. I'm so happy. Are you happy too, my love?”

Hyunjin giggled and brushed his nose against Jisung's in an adorable Eskimo kiss.

“Of course.”

.

The news for the family was the same as the first time. There was celebration, and there was happiness.

Hyunjin truly hoped that this happiness would last. She was truly terrified. She was terrified that her body would reject her baby again.

But everything was fine.

Everything was fine.

.

“And one, two, three, four. One, two, three, four,” the girls were doing the steps exactly as Hyunjin indicated.

Hyunjin couldn't dance, especially in the advanced state of pregnancy she was in, but she could still direct the choreography from the couch.

"Rest," she told the girls, and they collapsed on the floor. Hyunjin took off her shoes and massaged her feet. She was already eight months pregnant, and her ankles were swelling.

“Hyunjin unnie,” Yeji called her attention. Hyunjin looked up at the girl. Many people asked her if she and Yeji were related because they were very similar; they even had the same last name. But Hyunjin had to clarify that she was not related to the girl in any way. Yeji was too sweet to be related to her father.

“Yes, Yeji?” She asked. Yeji signaled to the rest of the Itzy girls, who approached with a gift in their hands. Hyunjin blushed.

"Together, we all put something together and wanted to give the baby something," Ryujin said. Hyunjin smiled upon receiving the gift. In addition to baby clothes and accessories, there were some sweets that were definitely intended for her. Hyunjin smiled.

"Thank you, girls," he told them. The girls hugged her.

"She's our favorite instructor," Yuna said. Hyunjin giggled.

“Now they say it again in front of Minhee Unnie.”

.

I saw that you got pregnant again.

I bought these things for the baby. I don't know if it's a boy or a girl, so they have neutral colors.

I hope everything goes well this time.

Mother "

[Returned to sender]

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The baby arrived when they were sleeping on August 11 in the early morning.

Hyunjin had already had contractions for weeks, but these were not as intense as the ones that night.

The first thing Hyunjin thought was that she was having a miscarriage, but then she calmed down when she felt that it was a contraction, even stronger than normal.

She moved restlessly, trying to sleep, until she realized that they were beginning to come closer together.

She got up, agitated, and turned on the lamp. She counted the time between each contraction, and she was definitely in labor.

She shook Jisung.

“Sungie,” she called. Jisung got up with his messy hair and put on the glasses he left on the nightstand. “Sungie, the baby is coming.”

Jisung jumped out of bed. He helped her up and went to help her change when Hyunjin told him that she wanted to take a shower first.

“Will you have time?” Jisung questioned, and Hyunjin nodded. He directed her to the bathroom. “Do you need me to help you with something?” Hyunjin nodded.

“Shave me!” Jisung just laughed. He took her to the bathroom, sat her on the toilet, and helped her pull down her underwear. Jisung also took off his clothes, leaving his glasses in the sink, and they headed to the shower together. Jisung washed her hair while Hyunjin complained about contractions. They were too frequent, but if her water hadn't broken, she didn't have anything to worry about yet.

When they got out of the shower, she sat on the toilet again. Jisung took the razor and knelt in front of her, taking her legs and placing her on his shoulders.

This was already a routine. At first, it was embarrassing for Hyunjin, but Jisung didn't care. He shaved her and then performed oral sex on her to stimulate her and make her feel adored. Then he took her to bed, and they fucked.

Pregnant sex was definitely something incredible.

Jisung shaved it carefully, and Hyunjin was tempted to ask him to eat it if the contractions weren't so close together.

“Oh god, this one was strong,” Hyunjin complained. Jisung lowered her legs from his shoulders and helped her up to change herself.

They took the diaper bag with the baby's clothes, diapers, and extra clothes for Hyunjin.

The elevator ride was unbearable. Hyunjin was holding on to the handle so hard that she thought she would break it.

That's when she realized that they had possibly wasted time in the bathroom. Because it was there, in the elevator on the 5th floor, that Hyunjin's water broke.

“Shit,” Hyunjin exclaimed.

"We're at the floor, honey," Jisung said, pulling her out of the elevator. Hyunjin was sobbing in pain. The contractions were so strong and close together. Jisung approached the building guard and announced the mess Hyunjin had made in the elevator. The woman looked at him apologetically.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Yang," the guard said. “Drive carefully. I hope you can return to your baby soon.”

They quickened their pace a little for the car.

Hyunjin hadn't gotten a good look at the time until he got into Jisung's car and noticed it on the radio.

"My God, Changbin," she exclaimed, addressing her baby. “It's 3 a.m. Couldn't you make it around 9?

Jisung giggled as he got out of the car and drove to the hospital.

Hyunjin was trying to breathe, but the contractions were decreasing her waiting time. She was terrified that she would end up giving birth in Jisung's car.

When they arrived at the hospital, Jisung parked in the parking lot, took off his belt, and kissed Hyunjin on the forehead.

"I'll be right back; I'll find you a wheelchair." She nodded and stayed in the car for a few minutes until Jisung returned.

Was it normal that he already wanted to bid? The pain was so bad that Hyunjin was afraid that she was about to give birth.

Inside, they took her to a stretcher, and a doctor checked her dilation.

"Only 5 cm, dear," the doctor said. Taking off the glove and throwing it in the trash. “You're close, but it's not time yet.“

“Then why do I want to bid?”

“It's your reaction to pain. Walk around the room a little; exercise helps with dilation and pain.” He looked at Jisung. Also the orgasm, but without penetration." She stood up. “I'll be back in an hour, Hyunjin. But if you feel it's too much, you just call the nurses.”

And she left. 

Hyunjin leaned on the bed, her eyes filling with tears. It hurt her a lot. It also hurt Jisung so much to see Hyunjin like this. So he definitely had to do something. He got up, locked the door, and lowered the small curtain to cover the door window. He also drew the curtains on the bedroom windows.

He climbed on the bed and stood behind Hyunjin. He made his wife lean on his chest and watched her calm down. He lifted the hospital gown, and his hands caressed her swollen belly, then one of his hands moved down to her pussycat.

“What are you doing?” Hyunjin questioned.

“The doctor said that orgasms help you dilate and reduce the pain a little.”

“I... don't I disgust you?” Jisung giggled.

“Why would you disgust me, my love?”

“I'm about to give birth.”

“I still don't know why it would make me sick. Can I, Hyune? Make you feel  good." Hyunjin trembled and nodded. She placed her head on Jisung's shoulder as he began to play with her breasts. Hyunjin's breasts were extremely sensitive, but they felt good. Jisung played with her nipples, and Hyunjin whined. Not from pain, but from pleasure. She was so sensitive.

Jisung's other hand went to her pussycat. He played with her lips before beginning to caress her clitoral area. The little button was so sensitive that it didn't take Hyunjin even two minutes to cum.

"You can't imagine how much I wanted to eat you in the bathroom," Jisung moaned. “Putting my face in my sweet pregnant wife’s pussy,” Hyunjin sobbed. Jisung sucked on his fingers to bring them back down to her sensitivity. He was gentle and touching, making slow circles on the button until Hyunjin came again, writhing in her husband's arms. She was so crumpled in Jisung's arms that she couldn't feel the contractions.

Hyunjin came twice more on Jisung's fingers. She looked up to notice the smug smile on Jisung's lips. She giggled and kissed him. It was tasted on his lips with indescribable passion.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, my queen.”

.

Hyunjin dilated by 10 cm two hours later. The doctor had smiled mischievously at them, saying that they had done a good job.

Hyunjin had been taken to a delivery room and was already with her legs spread being checked while Jisung was changing to enter. She liked being able to have Jisung by her side—the support she needed.

The desire to push was so great, but the doctor had told her not to do it until everything was ready.

“Are you bidding, Hyunjin?” A nurse asked with her hand inside Hyunjin. Hyunjin looked at her.

"No, I swear," the nurse frowned and looked back at her, her hand moving inside her.

“I already feel his head.”

“What?” The nurse nodded and gave her a smile.

“He's going to be an easy child.”

The doctor and Jisung came in, and the nurse informed the doctor what happened. The woman looked at them.

“Well, parents. You are just a few minutes away from being new parents.” The woman sat in front of Hyunjin's open legs. “Right, Hyunjin. When I ask you to bid, bid.”

Hyunjin cried in relief; she was so sore and just wanted to push. A hand covered her, and Hyunjin squeezed Jisung's hand. The man kissed her on the forehead.

"I believe in you," he told her. Hyunjin smiled at him.

.

Changbin was born on August 11 at 6 a.m.; he weighed 3 kilos and had large lungs.

He had a voracious appetite for only being hours old.

They allowed Hyunjin to have him in the room in his crib, and she could only watch him sleep while lying in bed. She felt like she was falling in love again.

Jisung was waiting for his parents at the door of the hospital; he had called them at 9 to let them know that the baby had been born.

He also told Seungmin and Minhee, but they would arrive in the afternoon so Hyunjin would have time to rest.

The door to the room opened, and Hyunjin saw her in-laws enter. She smiled sweetly when Mr. Felix left a bouquet of flowers on the table for her.

"Oh, Hyunjinnie," Mrs. Jisoo said, giving her a kiss on the forehead, then looking at the baby. “It is so beautiful.”

He was the Yangs' first grandchild, so Jisung had assured her that his parents would go crazy.

And so they were, the two parents looking longingly at little Changbin.

Oh, my little Changbin, you are so loved.

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Unknown number 

We found out you had a boy.

Your mother and I want to meet him.

Hyune

Really, dad?

After so many years?

Fuck you.

[Number blocked]

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“Maybe you should let your parents meet Changbin." Hyunjin really couldn't believe the words she was hearing from Jisung, who was leaning against the door frame of Changbin's room. She looked at him, surprised, pulling up her blouse and leaving the baby in the crib.

"You didn't mean that," she replied. “Tell me, what's a joke?”

"It's not," Hyunjin laughed.

“Did they stoop so low to get you into this? Who was? Mother?”

“It doesn't matter, Hyun.”

“No no. Of course, I care. It's my decision.”

"It's both of our decisions." She looked at him, surprised.

“Why are you doing this? They humiliated you and treated you like a criminal. They still treat you like a criminal.”

“They are your parents, Hyunjin.”

“I don't care that they are my parents; what matters to me is that you are allowing yourself to be humiliated.”

“I don't…”

“No, listen to me. You have a way of letting yourself be humiliated, Jisung. And it's not the first time. Don't you remember the producer who made a show because you didn't give him what he wanted? And you didn't answer anything, Jisung. Nothing.”

“We're not talking about this, Hyunjin. We're talking about your parents wanting to see their grandson, and you won't let them.”

“They humiliated me too!” She exclaimed, “My father called me a whore and kicked me out of the house like a dog. Then, when I lost my baby, he wrote to me, saying that I could come home if I let you, because apparently I was valuable again by not being pregnant. He could pretend to his friends that his daughter was a young lady and marry her to one of his sons to give her children within marriage. He never asked about me; he never wanted to know my feelings because, for him, I had gotten rid of my baby.”

“Hyunjin, I understand, but they are asking you for another chance.”

“They are not asking me for any opportunity! They are demanding that I introduce my son to them because they still believe they have the right over me.”

“Honey, they are your family, and family is so...”

“Don't come to tell me what a family is!”

“Jin, lower your voice.”

"Don't come and tell me what a family is just because you live in the idealization that you have a perfect family." Jisung's gaze darkened.

“Hyunjin, you're going too far.”

“I'm not missing anything, Jisung. No family is perfect, and you can't deny that. And you're not going to force me to forgive my parents, because if you don't protect Changbin and me, I'll have to.”

“Why are you saying that I don't protect them?”

“Why do you want to take him to my parents?”

“You're taking away my authority, Hyunjin!”

“And how do you not want me to do it if you lack attitude?” Jisung narrowed his eyes, hurt. Hyunjin knew she was being harsh, but she was tired of them wanting to make decisions for her. “Look at me, Jisung. Look at me and tell me if you really want my parents to come back into our lives.”

“We talked about this in the morning." He went to turn around, but Hyunjin ran towards him, taking his arm.

“No! We have to talk about it now. The only answer is no. They're not going to see my baby. They're not going to touch my baby. They're not going to send my baby gifts." Her eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head. "They're not going to contaminate him like they did with me." She looked at him, and Jisung's heart broke. “You can't let them treat us like this, Jisung. Why do you leave all the burden on me?”

“Jinnie, you're exaggerating.”

“Aaaagghhh!”

“Keep your voice down; you're going to wake up Changbin.”

“Why are you like this?” Hyunjin was already starting to really cry. “Why do you want a man who hates you, because Jisung hates you, to have a chance in our lives?" Jisung caressed Hyunjin's arms; it hurt him so much to see her like this. Jisung thought this was a good idea, but he realized it wasn't.

“I'm sorry,” Jisung said, wiping Hyunjin's tears. “I'm sorry, Jinnie. I'll block the number; I'll tell them no.”

“Jisung, he hit me.”

“What?”

“When I told him about the pregnancy, Dad hit me. He had never hit me.” Jisung's heart shattered. He engulfed Hyunjin in a hug.

"I'm sorry," he said, kissing the top of her head. “I'm sorry, my love. I didn't think anything of this; I just wanted... he sighed  “I thought this could fix my relationship with your parents. I thought… I thought you wanted to fix your relationship with your parents. Sorry honey. I should have thought more about you.” Hyunjin's legs shook, and Jisung held her. “You're right, I idealize a big family for us because I grew up in one like that, but we don't have to be equal. It could just be the three of us. We can be our little core: my parents and Seungmin. It doesn't have to be a big family, because what matters is that they love us.”

Hyunjin cried again. Jisung took her in his arms in a bridal manner and carried her to the master bedroom, leaving her on the bed. There, he began to wipe her tears.

"I'm sorry," Hyunjin said hoarsely. Jisung shook his head.

“You don't have to apologize for defending Changbin, darling.”

“No. I don't apologize for that. I would defend him with my soul and body if necessary. I apologized for the things I said about you." Jisung made a small face.

"I admit that I lack attitude," he confessed. Hyunjin gave a bitter chuckle. Jisung caressed her cheek. “Don't feel bad about this fight, honey. It's normal to fight. Just don't think that I don't care about you, Changbin, because I do. I care about them a lot, and I love them both.”

Hyunjin just smiled.

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When Changbin was four years old, he missed Hyunjin by two minutes.

Hyunjin looked for him with tears in her eyes. And she found it entertaining to look at the toys in the children's section.

Hyunjin cried while hugging him. She had picked it up and taken it away again.

She couldn't be happier to have her baby back.

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«For Changbin:

I saw him looking at this toy in the store.

Grandmother."

[Returned to sender]

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ORDER NO. 183638

RESTRICTION ORDER:

The present to take into account.

The people Hwang Minji and Hwang Yoon must stay at a distance of at least 500 meters from Yang Changbin by orders of the child judicial judge, as requested by their parents, Yang Jisung and Yang Hyunjin, for being a danger to the integrity of the infant."

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Unknown number 

A restraining order?

Are you serious, Hyunjin? 

To what extent have you gone to place a restraining order on our own grandson?

You are a disgrace.

[Number blocked]

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She was leaving JYP when Hyunjin was approached by her father. The man had appeared out of nowhere, taken her arm, and pulled her to an alley where no one could hear them.

It was the first time she had seen him in years, and Hyunjin didn't remember how hard and intimidating his gaze could be.

Years before, when she still believed her father loved her, she would feel safe being with him anywhere.

Now she didn't know what he would be capable of.

“Why are you acting this way? All because of that criminal.”

“Why do you come to demand loyalty from me?” Hyunjin asked, letting go.

“Why am I your father?”

"In words, you will say, because you said that you no longer had a daughter when you threw me out on the street when I needed you most," her father growled.

“You've reached the limit, Hyunjin. That thing about placing a restraining order on us. You're treating us like criminals.”

“I'm just protecting my son from people like you. It's not the first time you or Mom followed me. I don't mind being followed, but with Changbin, they're not going to mess with it.”

“I don't know you, Hyunjin,” she said, looking at him.

“I only take care of what I love.”

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ORDER NO. 187656

RESTRICTION ORDER:

The present to take into account.

The people Hwang Minji and Hwang Yoon must stay at a distance of at least 500 meters from Yang Hyunjin by order of the judicial judge for presenting a danger to the integrity of the citizen.

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Unknown number 

We didn't raise you like that.

We raised you as a good girl, and this is how you respond to us. Getting you pregnant before marriage, and now blocking us and issuing restraining orders like we're criminals, Hyunjin.

Do you want to at least think about how we feel? How are you making us feel?

[Number blocked]

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When Changbin was five years old, he was the ring bearer at Minhee and Seungmin's wedding. Hyunjin was so proud of the way her boy was growing.

Hyunjin was Minhee's maid of honor, and Jisung was Seungmin's best man.

During the party, Jisung was overflowing with happiness as he played, and Hyunjin sang next to him.

Everything felt calm.

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Unknown number 

Hyunjin.

I am your mother.

Yesterday, I saw you on television. You looked wonderful.

I bought one of your paintings. I didn't know you had that talent.

Hyune 

Why right now? 

Why, after so many years, have you come to tell me these things?

Unknown number 

I've always told you how pretty you are.

You brought out the beauty of your mother. My porcelain doll.

Hyune

I'm no one's doll.

Less yours.

I'm tired of your comments. One day you wrote to me, insulting me, and now this.

Please enough.

[Number blocked]

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When Changbin was ten years old, Hyunjin once again felt the symptoms she hadn't felt in years.

The test was done, and a beautiful positive appeared. Hyunjin celebrated. She told Jisung, and he spun her around in excitement. She told Minhee, and her friend covered her face with kisses.

She told Seungmin, and the boy also showered her with kisses.

Hyunjin felt so loved in this new little family.

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Unknown number 

Are you pregnant again?

I am happy to see that my daughter is growing and taking good care of herself.

Hyunjin swallowed after seeing that message.

She's just manipulating you.

She's just manipulating you.

Hyunjin cried while reading her mother's messages. She remembered when she looked at her with so much love. She caressed her face and told her that she was so pretty that she was going to conquer the world.

But it was interesting because all of her messages had been so passive-aggressive, and only some of them were like that. He spoke to her with a sweetness that she had not felt in years.

She's just manipulating you.

[Number blocked]

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Chan was born on October 3, on a gloomy and cold night.

He had been born a month early because Hyunjin had started bleeding in her bed and yelled at Jisung, who had been brushing his teeth.

Hyunjin screamed, cried, and Jisung was worried that he had taken her to the hospital.

They had told her that they had to perform an emergency cesarean section if they wanted to save the little one in her womb. It didn't take long for Jisung to sign right away, and they took Hyunjin to the operating room.

Chan was very small. He weighed 2 kilograms and was in an incubator. And Hyunjin loved him so much.

It was his little one.

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«For Chan.

Welcome to the world, little one.

Grandmother"

[Returned to sender]

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ORDER NO. 297393

RESTRICTION ORDER:

The present to take into account.

The people Hwang Minji and Hwang Yoon must stay at a distance of at least 500 meters from Yang Chan by orders of the child judicial judge, as requested by their parents, Yang Jisung and Yang Hyunjin, for being a danger to the integrity of the infant."

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Unknown number 

Hyunjin.

I was diagnosed with cancer. It was actually about two years ago that they did it, but I was in treatment. It didn't work.

I just… When you are so close to death, you realize everything and regret everything.

Hyune

Are you just looking for redemption? 

Just because you are, as you say, on the brink of death?

Are you just looking to buy your ticket to heaven and not be honest with your daughter, who is supposed to be the fruit of your womb? Who are you supposed to love unconditionally?

Unknown number 

I'm sorry, my girl.

Hyune

It's late, mom.

It's late.

[Number blocked]

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The Hwang family invites you to offer condolences on the passing of Hwang Minji.

Viewing: 2 p.m.

Funeral: 5 p.m.

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Jisung found Hyunjin crying in bed. She was crying so hard that he was worried. He asked her what he had, and he asked her about the children.

It's not that. It's not that.

Jisung took the letter from her hands and understood everything.

Hyunjin could appear tough. She could look like a lioness, ready to take care of her babies.

But she was a sensitive woman.

She was a daughter who, after all, loved her mother.

Jisung kissed her forehead and promised to take her to the cemetery the next day.

Hyunjin didn't respond, but she didn't reply.

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They were several meters from the place the place where their mother was being buried. Hyunjin was wearing a black coat and black glasses to hide his identity a little.

She didn't want to approach the Hwangs because she didn't know how they would react to her.

Jisung's hand covered yours and squeezed it. And she appreciated the support.

She didn't feel she had the right to be sad because she had ignored all of her mother's advances, not wanting to forgive her for what she did to her. But Jisung had told her that it was normal for her to be sad.

It was her mother.

And Hyunjin loved her mother for many years before the relationship broke down, revealing the true colors of the father-daughter relationship.

They were in the cemetery until they covered the coffin with dirt, and the Hwangs began to walk away.

“Do you want to come closer?” Jisung asked, and Hyunjin nodded. She reached the place where the earth was wet and fell on her knees, leaving a flower on the grave.

“This is a little selfish of you, don't you think?” It was her father's voice behind them. Hyunjin frowned and stood up.

"I didn't come for you; I came for her," Hyunjin replied. Jisung had her behind him, as if protecting her from her father. There was a sad look on the man's face. Her parents loved each other, and Hyunjin knew that. They had relationship problems like any normal person. But in their own way, they loved each other.

And they loved her.

Her father looked at the grave.

“In the end, she wanted to redeem herself. She sent you sweet messages, and you just blocked her number.”

“Too bad it was too late. I don't think I can ever forgive them for what they have done to me. I came because of all the love I once accumulated for you. I come from the image I had of my mother in my teenage years. Not now.”

The man frowned, looked at his daughter, and looked at the grave.

"At least you're here," he said. Hyunjin just grunted and squeezed Jisung's hand, indicating that she was already uncomfortable.

"We're leaving," the boy said. His father-in-law frowned. Jisung never understood why Yoon hated him so much. But he didn't ask, because he didn't really care anymore.

They both turned around and walked back to where they had left the car. Hyunjin turned her gaze and said a final goodbye to her mother.

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"Mommy," a small voice, was what lifted her up. Hyunjin opened her eyes slowly and turned on her lamp to find Chan's small face streaked with tears.

“Oh, Channie,” Hyunjin said, sitting on the bed and holding her two-year-old baby in her arms. “Oh my life, a nightmare?” the little one nodded. Hyunjin laid him on her lap and hugged him. “Let mommy fight those horrible nightmares for you,” she said, making the little boy laugh.

“Sleep here?” asked the boy. Hyunjin immediately went to find space for him until she realized that, between Jisung and her, there was also their eldest son. 

Changbin was a daddy's boy. So he wasn't ashamed yet, at twelve years old, to be hugging his father while he slept. Hyunjin made a space and laid Chan there. She went to turn off the lamp, but Chan stopped her.

“No.,” said the little one, “darkness. Bad” Hyunjin gave him a smile and kissed his forehead.

“Mommy will fight against that evil darkness for you, my baby.”

She lay down with her baby snuggled to her, but Hyunjin still reached out to touch Changbin's hand. Her two little men, her entire life.

“Mommy,” Chan called. “Yonbokie. Tomorrow?” Hyunjin smiled and nodded.

“Yes, my love. Tomorrow we are going to see Yonbokie. "Sleep now, my little one," she said, kissing her child's forehead. The boy stayed playing with his mother's fingers until sleep overcame him.

Hyunjin looked carefully at her family, at Jisung, at Changbin, and at Chan. The beings she loved most in this world, to whom she promulgated unconditional love. She reached out and caressed Changbin's cheek, who just wrinkled his nose adorably, and then kissed Chan's cheek, who made a little noise.

“I love you so much,” Hyunjin said. “I love you so much. Thank you for existing.”

Nobody listened to her. But Hyunjin didn't need them to.

Knowing it was enough.