He learned your routine in one week. It wasn't hard. You're a creature of habit, which he loves about you. You go to class, you go to the library, you go to the café on 8th and Maple. The one where he works. The one where he makes your drink before you even order it because he knows oat milk latte, extra shot, one pump vanilla. You always look surprised when he hands it to you, like you can't believe someone remembered. 

He tells himself he's only following you to make sure you're safe. That's reasonable. That's what anyone would do. The world is full of bad people, and you're so soft, so trusting, walking around with your headphones in and your head in the clouds. Someone has to watch out for you. Someone has to be there.

Today was like any other, at first. You wrapped up your last class of the week, and he watched you pack your bag, watched you tuck your hair behind your ear, watched you take your time the way you always do. But then you didn't. You looked at your phone, and your face changed to this little flicker of something, excitement maybe and suddenly you were shoving your books in your bag and heading for the door. 

He had to push past three people to get out, knocked someone's coffee out of their hand, and didn't care. He caught up to you half a block later, kept his distance, followed you home. You rushed inside like you had somewhere to be, and he stood across the street and watched your window until the light came on. second floor, second from the left. He smiled. You were home. You were safe.

He was already turning to leave for his shift when your door opened again.

And there you were. Different. You'd changed into a dress, something dark blue, something that showed your shoulders, and you'd put on makeup, and your hair was down and shiny, and you looked like a dream. You looked like someone he didn't know. You looked like someone going somewhere he couldn't follow.

But he followed. Of course he followed.

You walked to the nice part of town, the part with the valet parking and the restaurants that don't have menus in the window. You went into one of them, all candlelight and white tablecloths, and he stood outside and watched you through the glass. He watched you walk to a table in the corner. He watched you smile at someone sitting there. A guy. Dark hair, nice jacket, the kind of face that probably never had to try.

He thought, okay. A friend. You're meeting a friend. That's fine. You're allowed to have friends. And then you leaned down and kissed him. Not on the cheek. On the mouth. A real kiss, the kind that means something, the kind that means everything.

Eunseok doesn't remember walking away. He just knows that suddenly he's on the other side of the street, and his hands are shaking, and there's this noise in his head, this high, thin whine, like a tea kettle about to scream. Because that guy in there, with his hand on your waist, with his mouth on yours and he doesn't know you.

 He doesn't know that you bite your lip when you're thinking. He doesn't know that you trace shapes on tabletops when you're bored. He doesn't know that you leave your blinds open at night, just a crack, and that sometimes Eunseok stands on the fire escape and watches you read, watches you fall asleep, watches you turn over and mumble things in your sleep. He doesn't know any of that.

That guy is a stranger. And you kissed him like he wasn't.

Eunseok stands on the street corner, and he watches the restaurant, and he waits. He'll wait all night. He'll wait forever if he has to. Because eventually you'll come out, and you'll walk home, and you'll be alone again. And he'll be there. He'll always be there.

You don't know it yet, but you're his. You've been his since that Tuesday at 11:47. You just forgot to tell that guy. He'll help you remember.

Eunseok had a plan. A good one. He was going to meet you, finally meet you, in a way that felt natural. Like fate. Maybe you'd drop your books at the café, and he'd be there to pick them up. Maybe you'd order your usual and he'd say something funny about the weather, something charming, and you'd laugh that pretty laugh, and he'd say, hey, I get off in an hour, if you want to hang out. 

And you'd say yes. Of course you'd say yes. Because you're supposed to be together. That's the whole point. But this stranger had to ruin everything.

Eunseok stood outside the restaurant, hands in his pockets, and watched you through the window. Watched you smile. Watched you eat. Watched you laugh at something that guy said, some stupid joke probably, and your head tipped back and your shoulders shook and Eunseok wanted to be the one making you do that. 

He wanted to be sitting across from you, watching your eyes crinkle, watching you forget the rest of the world exists. Hours passed. He didn't move. 

Finally you stood up. Paid. Left. And there you were, standing outside under the streetlight, looking up at the sky like a little kid. You pointed at something, a star, a planet, who cares and that guy smiled at you like he had any right to look at you that way. You checked your phone, said something, and then you both turned and started walking.

Down the street. Toward your building. Holding hands.

Eunseok followed. Of course he followed. He stayed behind a parked car across the street. His heart was hammering. You didn't notice him. You were too busy looking at that guy, smiling at that guy, your fingers tangled with his like they belonged there. Like they'd always belonged there.

And Eunseok looked at that guy's neck. Looked at the curve of it, the way it moved when he laughed. He thought about how easy it would be. How fast. One second, two seconds, and that guy would never touch you again.

You reached your building. You stopped at the door. And you smiled at him at that stranger, that nobody like you was in love. Like you were actually in love with him. And Eunseok felt something boil over inside him, something hot and ugly and red.

You kissed him. Not a long kiss, but long enough. Long enough to mean something. And then you said something, words Eunseok couldn't hear, and you walked up to your door. You turned around at the last second, and you blew a kiss. A flying kiss.

The stranger pretended to catch it and you laughed. That pretty sound. The one that belongs to Eunseok. The one he hears in his sleep. And then you went inside.

The door closed. The guy stood there for a minute, smiling like an idiot, then turned and walked away. Eunseok watched him go, watched his back get smaller and smaller. And he thought about how easy it would be. How fast. Next time.

He stayed there, behind the car, and looked up at your window. The light came on. second floor, second from the left. He saw your shadow move across the curtain. He imagined you taking off your dress, washing your face, climbing into bed. 

He imagined you thinking about that guy, smiling about that guy, falling asleep with that guy's name in your head. He waited until your light went out. And then he waited some more.

Eunseok waited until the street was empty. Until the cars stopped passing, until the windows across the way went dark, until the world felt like it belonged to just him and you. Then he crossed the street.

Your door. He'd imagined touching this door a thousand times. Running his hands over the wood, pressing his ear against it, wondering what sounds lived on the other side. And now here he was. Here he actually was.

His hand traced the wood. Slow. Reverent. Like touching something holy. He smiled, because this was happening, this was really happening, and then he bent down. The mat. The ugly little mat with the flowers on it, the one you never remember to straighten. 

He'd watched you lift it so many times, watched you crouch down and feel around for the key you always forgot, and he'd thought, someday. Someday I'll be the one reaching under that mat.

Today was someday.

The key glinted in the streetlight. Small. Ordinary. Everything. He picked it up, and his fingers closed around it, and he felt the warmth of it, the warmth of your hands on it, and he almost couldn't breathe. He put it in the lock. Turned. Heard the click. And then he was inside.

Your home. Your actual home. The air was different here softer, warmer, and there was a smell, that sweet smell, the one that clings to your clothes and your hair and the back of your neck. He stood in the dark hallway and just breathed it in. Let it fill his lungs. Let it become part of him.

He gave himself a little tour. Why not? It's his home too, eventually. He walked through the archway into the living room. Cozy. That's the word. You made it cozy, with the soft blankets and the candles you never burn and the books stacked on the floor because you don't have enough shelves. 

He sat on your couch. Your couch. He could feel the dent where you sit, the way the cushion gives a little more on one side. He closed his eyes and imagined you there, curled up, reading, maybe wearing those soft socks with the patterns on them. And then he opened his eyes and saw the picture.

On the center table. Right there, like you wanted him to see it. You and that guy. That stranger. Your faces pressed together, smiling, happy, like you belonged to each other. Like you'd always belonged to each other. 

Eunseok picked up the frame, held it in both hands. Looked at your face first, your pretty, pretty face and then looked at the guys. That stupid smile. That stupid jacket. That stupid hand on your shoulder like he had any right.

He ripped open the back of the frame. The little metal tabs cut his thumb, but he didn't feel it. He pulled the picture out and tore it right down the middle. Your half. Guys half. He dropped his part on the floor, let it fall like trash, because that's what it was. 

And the other half, your half, your beautiful half he folded carefully and slid into his pocket. Right over his heart. Then he stood up. There was more. There was always more.

He made his way up the stairs, slow, savoring. His hand traced the railing, and he imagined your hand doing the same thing every day. Your palm on this wood. Your fingers curling around it. He wondered if you ran up when you were excited or trudged up when you were tired. 

He wondered about everything. The top of the stairs. A hallway. Two doors. One open, the bathroom, he could see the edge of the shower curtain. One closed. Your bedroom.

He put his hand on the knob. Cold metal. Perfect. And he thought about how easy it would be. How fast. One twist, and he could be inside. He could lie on your bed. He could put his face in your pillow. He could wait for you to come home, and when you walked in, when you saw him there, you'd understand. 

You'd finally understand that this is where you belong. With him. Together. He didn't open the door. Not yet. But his hand stayed on the knob. And he smiled. Because he could. That's the thing. He could do it whenever he wants. Tonight. Tomorrow. Any night.

Eunseok pushed the door open, and there you were. There you actually were.

In all your glory. Sleeping. Pretty. So pretty it made his chest hurt. The light from the window spilled a little light across your bed, just enough to see, just enough to drink you in. You were on your side, the sheet pooled at your waist, and your top half..god, your top half was covered by this little tank top, something small and soft, with a tiny bow right in the center. 

Right between your breasts. The swell of them moved with your breathing, slow and steady, like waves. Like you were dreaming something nice. Something peaceful.

Your skin. He'd imagined your skin a thousand times. Imagine what it would feel like, what it would taste like, whether you'd be warm or cool to the touch. And now here you are. Here he was. He sat down on the edge of your bed and the mattress dipped, just a little.

He reached out. He couldn't help it. His fingers found your neck, that soft curve where your pulse lived, and he traced it. Light. Gentle. Like you were made of glass. Like you were made for him.

He was so caught up…so lost in the feel of you, the warmth of you, the impossible reality of finally touching you that he didn't notice at first. Didn't notice that your breathing changed. Didn't notice that your eyes were open. And then he looked up. And you were looking at him.

Wide eyes. Huge eyes. The kind of eyes that see a stranger in their bedroom in the middle of the night. The kind of eyes that don't understand yet. "Hey babe," he said, and his voice came out soft, gentle, the way you talk to something frightened. "I missed you." You blinked. Your mouth opened. Closed. It opened again.

"Who are you?"

The words hit him like a slap. Who are you? Like he was nobody. Like he was nothing. Like you didn't know that he's the one who makes your coffee every morning, the one who watches you walk home every night, the one who's been loving you since that Tuesday at 11:47.

"It's me," he said, and he tried to smile, trying to make it okay. "It's Eunseok." You pushed his hand away. Actually pushed it. Like he was garbage. Like he was a stranger. "Get out." Your voice was small but sharp. "Get out now, and I won't call the police." Police. The word hung in the air between you, ugly and wrong. Police. Like this was a crime. Like love was a crime.

Eunseok tilted his head. Frowned. You were confused, that was all. Still sleepy. Still not understanding. "Calm down, love," he said, and he reached for your face again, wanting to smooth the fear away, wanting to make you see. "You're probably still sleepy. Just—"

You slapped his hand. Actually slapped it. The sound cracked through the room, sharp and disrespectful. And Eunseok felt something shift. Something went hot and tight in his chest.

He reached for you again to grab you, to hold you, to make you understand and your fist connected with his nose. A punch. You punched him. Pain exploded across his face, hot and wet, and his head snapped back and he let go, hands flying to his nose, blood dripping through his fingers.

And when he looked at you again, everything was red.

He grabbed you by the hair. Handful of it, yanking, and you screamed, the kind that should wake the neighbors but he didn't care. He pulled you off the bed, dragged you across the floor, and you landed hard, the impact punching the air out of you. 

He stood over you, breathing hard, blood still dripping, and he heard himself yelling but the words didn't matter. What mattered was that you did this. You made it ugly. You made it violent. This could've been sweet. This could've been beautiful. But you had to be such a noisy bitch.

You scrambled up. Ran for the door. Fast, faster than he expected, but not fast enough. He caught you, grabbed you, slammed you into the wall. Your body hit hard, and he was on you, pressing against you, trapping you there with his weight and his heat and his anger. And then you stopped moving.

You went still. Completely still. And he knew why. Because you could feel him. Pressing into you from behind. Hard and ready and so desperate for you it hurts.

"You feel what you do to me?" he murmured, and his voice was soft again now, almost wondering. His nose nestled into your hair, breathing in. Roses. Sweet roses. Your shampoo. He'd smelled it a hundred times from across the café, but this…this was different. This was everywhere. This was everything.

"Eunseok… please get off me." Your voice was shaking. Begging. You turned your neck, trying to look at him, trying to reach him with your eyes. He smiled. "No, love." The words came out whiny. Needy. The way a child asks for something they want more than anything in the world.

"I need you. I need this." His hand slid around your body, down your stomach, lower, lower, until he found you. And when he did when he felt how wet you were, how ready he smiled against your hair. "And it seems you want this too."

You tried to squirm away, but he was faster. His hand grabbed the hem of your shorts, yanked them down, and they fell to the floor with your underwear, pooling around your ankles. His hand came back, found you again, and his fingers started moving. Circles. Slow at first. Teasing. Exploring. Your breath hitched. You couldn't help it. He heard it, felt it, and he smiled.

The other hand wrapped around your waist, pressing you harder into the wall, holding you steady while his fingers worked. Circles, then deeper, then a finger pushing inside. Slow. So slow. He wanted you to feel every second of it. Every inch. You groaned. Tried to hide it. Failed.

"Please," you whispered. "Please stop." But you were tight around him, and when he felt you clench, he sped up. Faster. Harder. Matching the rhythm of his own breathing, his own need. "You gonna come, love?" he whispered against your ear. "This pussy gonna come?"

You didn't answer. Couldn't answer. Your body was betraying you, arching into his hand, chasing something you didn't want to want. And when you came..when you finally shattered against his fingers, body lurching forward, a sound escaping your throat that wasn't quite a scream, he smiled. He pulled out slowly. Let you feel the emptiness. And then he tapped your clit. Lightly. Once. Twice. Three times.

You flinched with every tap. Every flinch made him laugh. "See?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair. "I knew you'd understand eventually. I knew you'd feel it too."

He pulled back and turned you around just enough to look at you. To see your face. Your tears. Your fear. And he smiled, soft and sweet, like this was exactly what he'd always wanted. “Fuck” he said looking at you.

He pushed you into the wall. Not hard, not mean, just firm. The way you push someone when you need them to understand something important. The wall shook a little but you didn't notice. You never notice anything. That's okay. He notices enough for both of you.

He kissed you like a hungry man. Like a man who'd been starving his whole life and finally, finally got to eat. His mouth on yours, taking, taking, because you'd been holding out on him and he deserved this. He deserved you.

His free hand, the one not gripping your waist, not holding you in place that hand went to his pants. Unbuttoned. Unzipped. Pulled himself out because he needed you to feel him, needed you to know what you did to him. 

He stroked himself while he kissed down your neck, slow, savoring, and then he found that spot, that perfect spot right below your ear, and he sucked. Hard. He was going to leave a mark. A big one. The kind that takes days to fade. The kind that makes people look and wonder and know. Know that you belong to someone. Know that you belong to him.

He grabbed your legs and you yelped, that little sound, that perfect little surprised sound and your hands flew to his neck, holding on, and your legs wrapped around his waist like they were made to be there. Like they'd always been waiting for this moment. He used one hand to reach under you, position himself, line up, and then he pushed in. The sound you made. God. The sound you made.

He smiled. He couldn't help it. Because you felt like home. You felt like everything. He started fucking into you, hard and fast and desperate, because he'd waited so long and he couldn't wait anymore.

 "Oh god," he said. "Fuck….Lord…" His voice came out whiny, high, like he was the one being taken apart. "Shit…Fuck….Oh god." He pressed his face into your neck, breathed you in. "God, baby, you feel so good. You feel so fucking good."

He lifted you a little, adjusted his grip, held you by the underside of your thighs so he could look at you. Really look at you. And there you were. Your face, that beautiful face, was completely wrecked. Mouth open, little breaths puffing out, eyes half-closed, gone. You were gone. You were his.

He smiled again and walked to the bed. Dropped both of you down, never pulling out, never stopping, just kept moving inside you because he couldn't not. Because stopping would be like stopping breathing.

Your hands let go of his neck, fell above your head, and he looked at you. Your body on his bed..your bed, laid out like an offering. Pornographic. Perfect. He was close. So close. But he wanted to hold out. He wanted to make this last.

"Baby," he chanted. "Baby, baby, baby." "Eunseok," you whispered. "Eunseok." Soft. Like a prayer. He loved the way his name sounded in your mouth. Loved it.

"You close, baby?" he asked, and his voice was sweet, so sweet, like he was asking if you wanted more cream in your coffee. "You about to come on my cock, huh, baby? You gonna do that for me?" He reached down and found your clit. Red and puffy. 

He started rubbing, slow circles at first, then faster, because he knew what you needed even if you didn't. Your hand came up, tried to push him away. "Too much," you begged. "Too much, too sensitive—"

But Eunseok didn't care. He grabbed your wrist, pinned it down, and used his other hand to keep rubbing. He pushed into you harder, faster, and set a rhythm that left no room for argument. His thumb worked your clit at a ridiculous speed, merciless, because mercy was for people who didn't understand what this was.

"Too sensitive," you begged again, and your voice broke, and it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard. "Come on this cock, baby," he said, and he knew that didn't make sense, but nothing made sense anymore except you. "It's yours. It's always been yours. So make it yours. Come. Come for me, baby."

"Shit," he gasped. "I'm cumming. I'm—" And he did. He came inside you hard, painted your walls, filled you up, and some spilled out, leaked onto the sheets, and he kept moving, kept going, because you weren't there yet, you weren't..

And then you were. Seconds later. Your body spasming around him, pulling him deeper, and he felt every pulse, every clench, every tiny movement you made. He stayed inside you after. Didn't want to leave. Didn't want to ever leave.

When he finally pulled out, he laid next to you. Your fucked-out body, limp and spent and perfect. He turned to look at you. Smiled. Reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, the way he'd imagined doing a thousand times.

"Now," he said, soft and sweet, like this was normal, like this was how people said hello. "Let's try this again. Hi, babe. I missed you."

his thrusts don’t match the rhythm of the music anymore. what began perfectly in sync is now off, his thrusts coming with every empty beat, leaving your lungs to struggle to retain any air. the rough pound of the bass shifting into an equally powerful thrust. the cycle repeats for minutes on end.

bile rises in your throat, burning the lining and causing an uncomfortable fire in your chest. you swallow, the acidic taste of vomit sliding down your throat and settling into your stomach that bounces against the curved, laminated wood. your eyes water and you vaguely recognize the feeling of nausea through the familiar feel of haze.

your cunt pulses around the cock invading your hole, almost like it, too, craves to pull away from the assault. though, slick continues to drip, slippery and wet, aiding each rut. the undone button of denim jeans dig into your clothed ass that is now likely soaked with your juices and the prerelease of the man between your thighs that finally leans over.

hot breath pants against your cheek, familiar yet unfamiliar. the proximity causes each breath to overshadow the overplayed lyrics of the song sounding through the bustling club. hands reach for your hips, dull fingernails digging into your skirt that provides only the thinnest layer of a barrier.

You've never thought you were lucky, you were just a normal girl with normal friends and a normal life. You studied, wore the makeup your friends recommended, and used your uniform as properly as your body let you, nothing out of the ordinary.

Also, you loved Song Eunseok, but that was almost the rule there, everyone loves Eunseok, so that was also pretty normal from you.

You knew each other for years, studying together in the same class as if it was destiny, but how could it be possible? That had to be pure luck, your friends said.

He was the director's son and you were the class president. Your friends nominated you as a joke, and you wanted to get angry, but how could you when he immediately nominated himself as the assistant, it was like a dream to work together, he always had others around and even if you were always in the same room you had no way of interacting for more than a two minute conversation, until now.

You were alone in the classroom, everyone having lunch in the cafeteria while you worked in some sheets for your teacher.

"Would you like some water?" You asked him, it was summer and the room was hot, he had some sweat on his forehead and you saw him struggle with his necktie. He nodded, you gave him your water bottle for him to take a sip, serving him just felt like something you should and had to do.

You watched him put his lips in your bottle and you heart started to pound. He was majestic, to say the least, he was dreamy and in your mind no way of describing him would do him justice. It was like a painting, the sun shining on one side of his face, his hair neatly put together and his gorgeous long eyelashes shadowing on his cheeks.

You continued reading the sheets everyone filled and got surprised when you saw his. "Oh, I'm applying to that university too" you said excitedly.

He smiled "chemistry right?" You nodded happily "and we're even applying to the same major!" You laughed. He looked at you for a second, softly laughing at your excitement. "It seems we'll be together for another 4 years, please take care of me there too"

He always had that soft voice tone, enchanting everyone. You continued with your work and when you both finished he grabbed the pile of paper and made sure you didn't lift a single finger, walking you to the professor's office when it wasn't his duty. You were happy to receive his help and spend more time together, it ended quick, sadly, because you had to go back to the classroom and sit far from him, and then when recess came he was surrounded by the others again, a shinning star for everyone.

It was later that day when you saw him again in the library. "Hey Eunseok, I thought everyone had left already" you were almost leaving when you saw him reading in a corner, almost hiding. You were finishing your duty as the library assistant, making sure there wasn't a single student before you closed the place.

"Oh I was about to leave, sorry i got lost in time" he said a bit flushed "it's pretty late already, how are you getting home at this hour?" He asked you, quickly closing his book to not take more of your time. You were touched by his interest, even if it was a question anyone could've done, he was the first to do it, "Oh I just take the bus" you answered. You put his book in the pile of books you had in your little car and pushed it to the entrance. You'd have to accommodate them the next day, as always. You grabbed your backpack to leave and he was standing behind you, in silence, waiting. You suddenly had a sense of deja vu, you didn't know how to explain it, you just felt like that exact escene had repeated before, the feeling of his presence behind you, in a way you had never really noticed before. You brushed the weird feeling off and continued smiling. "Well then, see you later" you said, happy to have spent so much time with him that day. You were about to leave when Eunseok stopped you, grabbing your arm. You looked at him surprised, not expecting his touch at all. "I can walk you to the bus stop" he said in a tone you had never heard before, eager, and almost like an order.

"That's not necessary" you smiled nervously, not wanting to bother him but at the same time trying to free yourself from his grip.

"I insist, it's almost eleven" you saw decision in his face, and even if he had his typical sweet smile and nothing seemed out of the ordinary, the air around you both just felt different.

"Oh, then sure, I'd really appreciate that" you accepted, it felt like a reflex, as instinct, no one could deny him anything,  and you weren't the exception. He was Eunseok, your gorgeous Eunseok, so you tried to appreciate his act of chivalry, pretty typical of him. Still, there was something inside you that started to sound loud, like an alarm, trying to tell you to not go with him, but again, it was Eunseok, the principal's son, model student, admired and loved by everyone, so you told yourself that you were the problem and that it would be safer to walk with him than alone.

How wrong you were.

"So... why did you stay so late? Most students are leaving early since the sats finished" you asked, curious and wanting to talk with him more. You were guiding him in your usual rout, a bit long but safe, walking through the principal streets, full of people.

"Do you mind if we make a stop? It's just that there's a store I really like and I'd like to buy something before I leave you at the bus stop" he ignored your question. You didn't notice it, you just nodded with a smile and walked by his side, completely thrusting him. A shiver ran through your back, telling you to go back and to take your usual route, you shook your head making sure he didn't notice it.

You were in a dark alley in a couple of minutes, it looked as if it was behind a restaurant and another little businesses, it was in complety silence except for the ecco of the ambience music inside. There was not a single soul around, you could only see a couple of black trash bags and metalic trash cans. To be honest, it was a bit scary and you'd definitely go back your way if you were alone any other time. Still, you tried to continue walking, not showing how uncomfortable you were.

You were in the middle of the long alley when you heard a loud bang behind you, you instantly turned back to see what it was, pushing your body to Eunseok's. A cat ran from one side to the other and you sighed. "That was a bit scary" you laughed softly and turned to see Eunseok. His face was blank, not showing any emotion, and before you could ask him what was wrong, he pushed you by your shoulders with force, until your back touched the wall behind you. You're eyes opened with surprise and fear, shocked by the unexpected action. He covered your mouth with his right hand so you couldn't scream, you could only see him with your shaky eyes. "Your cheeks are so soft and plump" he smiled. There was only one street light at the end of the alley and the light reflected on one side of his face, what used to look like a painting now looked like an horror movie, you couldn't make any noise and he just looked down at you with a dark sight, his bright eyes that used to look like a painting now had lost all his light.

Was this real? You asked yourself, maybe it was a bad dream and you'd wake up in any second, yeah, it had to be a dream, it happened to you many times, good dreams that turned dark when you slept too much, you must've noticed it since you couldn't have talked so much in one day, too good to be true, and it was impossible to be in this situation with Eunseok, your sweet and popular classmate.

"Don't be afraid, i won't do anything you haven't thought about" his voice that used to be soft and inviting now felt like a knife on your skin. "I know what you think of me, I've heard you, and let me tell you, I feel exactly the same way" he smiled, you saw his teeth white and clean, a smile you would've appreciated in any other ocasion. "But really, how couldn't you notice that I've been behind you all this time? I've been trying to get near you forever, I've even made sure we were in the same class for years, and yet you never tried to approach me, what's wrong with you?" He asked, it seemed like an honest question, and he let your mouth free to answer, so you did. "I just... we never had the opportunity, you're always with other people... sorry Eunseok" you apologized, why were you apologizing? You asked yourself. It just came out like that, you had no time to think straight and he punched the wall behind you with the hand that used to be on your mouth, wrapping your throat with the other.

"Excuses, I gave you enough opportunities, and now you're always with that pretty boy? Shotaro, right? What kind of bullshit are you trying to pull?" He made you look at him in the eyes, pressing his fingers around you. Your eyes started to get wet, afraid like never, you couldn't answer. "Is he fucking you? Are you really satisfied with a kid like that? What can he do for you? Come on, we know you're too much for the other kids, they wouldn't know what to do with a woman like you, you need a real man, you just need me" he stated, you had to process his words for a second, not understanding what was going on, was that a love confession? You were confused.

"Answer" he ordered you but his hand got so tight you couldn't even breath, the tears fell down your cheeks and you slapped his hand to make him know you physically couldn't talk or breath. He loosed his grip, still maintaining you there, not being able to run away. "There's nothing going on with Taro, i swear" you said, it sounded like begging, you're mind was running a mile per second, thoughts scattered all around. "Eunseok, please let me go home, i won't tell anyone about this, i swear, please... please" you cried, trying to softener his force on you.

"Oh come on, why would i care about that?" He laughed "no one will believe you, think about it, I already have an image you can't change, everyone loves me, you included" he laughed of you in your face, making you feel hopeless because he was right, it was your word against his, and everyone loves Eunseok, you'd never win. "tell me, do you really think they're going to believe you? You have three friends, you're not popular, you're not pretty, not skinny, not even funny, you're no beauty and no clown, no one cares about you, not even your friends, everyone will leave you behind to save me, I'm the one everybody loves" now that hurt you, you cried looking him in the eyes, he didn't waver, just laughed again. "Oh, but i have to admit, you're so pretty when you cry too, do you remember when we sat close? You in front of me? I know we were a lot younger, but god, you've always had these beautiful cheeks, these gorgeous hips, and let's not start with your ass, every time you were concentrated in your work i couldn't help but look at you from behind, when you stood up and this skirt that does you not justice lifted, showing your soft thights, god, you have no idea how many times I've thought about fucking them"

You were silent, trying to find a way to let yourself free and run to the end of the passage, if you turned that corner you'd be able to run to a street with people and then he wouldn't have a choice but to let you go, you just had to run and don't look back. He followed your eyes to the end of the passage.

"Come on, I'm trying to confess my love here, why would you even think about leaving me behind? You were the one who wanted my attention first, always wearing your white blouse without a shirt inside, showing me your tits all the time, god, you don't even wear shorts with your skirt, you didn't care if I could see your ass when you walked or sat, you wanted me to look at you all the time, right? teasing me, teasing everyone" He said with a disappointed tone, mocking you. You shook your head denying all his words, that was all just untrue, you didn't wear under shirts because they made you sweat, and you didn't think anyone would care, no one looked at you that way, or so you thought. You were the chubby girl no one wanted to date, you weren't even friendly enough to be consider cute and cheerful, you were just there, another person in the class, you didn't think anyone would see you that much, and you didn't cover you too much because at the end of the day no one looked at you with that kind of desire, and you felt comfortable like that, free. But now Eunseok thought you were teasing him? You being a teaser? You denied again with your head.

He got mad, how did you dare to treat him like a liar?

"I know who you are, i know you're just a whore begging to be fucked, and to your luck, I'm the one who wants to fuck you" his hand went down your skirt while the other left your neck and pressed against your mouth, making sure no sound came out of your mouth, pushing your head to the wall. You could move, you were sure you could move and free yourself, but you just couldn't. You were so afraid you just stayed there, looking at him with shaky eyes. He grinned, his fingers pressing your wet panties to your clit, moving up and down, making sure you felt him playing with you.

"I'm the only one that can treat you right, no one else would be able to handle you, that Taro and his 2 inch dick can't take you to the places I can" his thumb moved your panties to the side, touching directly your lips and then your clit, drawing circles. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, not expecting his touch to be so strong and soft at the same time. He put the exact amount of pressure you needed, making you forget for a second what was really happening. "Such a slut, not even trying to escape" he laughed "I knew you just needed a little push to show your true side" his thumb stopped pressing your clit and started to fuck your insides with one of his fingers, his hand was already wet with your juices and your eyes fluttered when he put a second one. Your pussy was happy to receive his touch, dripping down your thights. You moaned when his hand thrusted you harder, almost making you cum. He replaced his hand with his mouth and kissed you, pushing you to the brim and making you cum on his fingers, letting the most needy moan leave your throat. "Yeah, that's right, keep cumming, keep cumming" he ordered and begged at the same time. You were so sensitive, just finishing your first orgasm, but he didn't stop fucking you with his hand, stimulating you too much and before you noticed, your arms on his neck and your right leg lifted to the side of his hip, you came again, so hard you felt a liquid come out of you, coating his hand and wrist. "Uhng wait please!" You cried, now so sensitive it hurt "it hurts too much, please stop" you begged with your legs shaking, almost falling. He help you stay still for a second so you wouldn't fall, and recovering from your orgasm you left your head fall to the wall behind you to breath. A minute passed and when you came back to your senses he was removing your panties, letting them fall to the floor. You felt the cold air of the night touch your sex and you remembered where you were, outside, and that you weren't supposed to like him touching you that way.

He saw your eyes looking around, lost, and kissed you again, not letting you think for even a second. He needed you to be dumb, stupid enough to love his touch, he had to quickly make you addicted to him.

He made you turn to the wall, your chest and cheek pressing to the rough surface, your hands on each side of you, too late to protect your face from the bump. He passed an arm around your neck, making sure your cheek didn't touch the dirty surface again, you were his girl, and he had to take care of you. "Sorry but tonight i won't fuck your pussy, i know you want it, but you have to deserve it, and you haven't been a good girl lately, have you?" He said softly, lips against your ear, "However, i need to cum too, don't you think so? It's only fair, so I'll fuck your thights instead, okay pretty girl?" He asked, you knew he wouldn't care about your answer, he would do it whatever you said, yet you nodded to feel less sick, trying to convince yourself that you wanted his touch. "That's my girl" he smiled. His free hand lifted your skirt over your ass and gripped the showing flesh, molding it however he wanted, parting your ass cheeks and touching your lips with his thumb. You moaned as a response, liking how his attention on you felt.

I like it, i like it, you repeated on your head, like a mantra, wishing you could convince yourself sooner than later.

He smiled proudly, you were learning how to please him. "You're being so good now, but you made me suffer so much smiling to that guy, i can't give it to you so easily, you would become too spoiled, I'm sorry my baby" he opened his pants and pushed his underwear until his dick jumped free, he coated it with your cum on his hand, as if it was lube, then he gently pushed his cock to your ass cheek, to cover you with his pre cum, marking you as his property, and before you could beg him to not do that because it felt weird, his dick easily slipped inside the softness of your thights, wet and dripping with your fluids after all the teasing and preparation. Your pussy instantly clenched around nothing and the tip of his dick pressed against your clit. He pressed the arm he had around your throat and you cried, feeling everything a hundred times more, full of eagerness. His hand positioned over your hip, working as a handle to move you against his body. The sound of the clasp of your ass to his hip bone echoing through the alley made the action even more dirty, adding to that, the jiggle of your ass made him lose himself for a second, forgetting to not press his arm too much so you could breath.

That continued for almost a minute, you felt your head light and not only from not being able to breath, but from the feeling of him fucking himself with your thights. It almost felt as if he was really fucking your insides, the thought made your mind foggy, and you rolled your eyes, delirious, feeling another orgasm approaching. "Sorry baby, got lost for a second" he said against your ear, letting you breath again. You nodded, understanding him, you could understand anything as long as it came from him, only him. "God you feel so good, you have no idea how much I've thought about this, I've jerked so many times thinking about this gorgeous cheeks" he softly bit your face cheek, making you sob, and then he kissed it, so delicate, contrasting with the rough way he was fucking your thights. "I can't even remember how many pictures of you I've covered with my cum" his hips thrusted into you harder, with so much force you felt the sting of the metal from his belt hurt you. "But I don't have to hold back anymore, right? Now that you're mine" you cried and bit your lip to not make too much noise, there was no one around but being in the open stopped you from moaning as much as you wanted. "Fuck, my baby is so pretty, just look at your beautiful ass" his hand now on your waist squeezed your soft meat, making you cry harder from the pain, feeling it good at the same time.

You liked that he said you were pretty just like you were, with your body full of flaws for others. "I'll cum on your pussy" he made you turn to him, chest to chest, he made you open your legs, lifting one of them so he could situate the tip of his dick over your clit. Jerking off with his free hand, tongue kissing yours, you put your arms around his neck to kiss better, and a couple of seconds later he came with a moan on your lips, he pulled away his lips from yours, foreheads touching each other, and sighed, relieved. At the same time he was making a mess over your clit with the help of his fingers that worked against it to make you cum one last time, wanting to mix both of your orgasms when you came again.

He continued kissing you for a couple of minutes, you couldn't breath or think so you let him. When he felt enough time had passed he moved away from you, wishing he could continue, but it was too late and you had to go home. He took his time fixing his pants and putting his shirt inside, as if nothing had happened. You were standing there, not being able to move, processing everything that had just happened. You felt yourself dirty, too dirty, his cum smeared on your pussy and your thights covered in slick. You watched your dirty underwear on the floor, not daring to wear them again. Those weren't your prettiest pair, they were white with a little star in a corner, almost childish, and now they had a big wet spot from all the teasing, and were covered in dust, losing all its innocence.

Eunseok watched you in silence, he grabbed your dirty underwear and put them on his pocket. "They're mine now, to remember our first time" you looked at him in the eyes, he continued telling you something else but you couldn't hear him, a whistle on your ears. He cleaned the inside of your thights with a towel he had in his backpack, then proceeded to give you an old pair of underwear you had lost from PE, you immediately recognized the black pair with lace you lost a long time ago. It was frequent for you to lose your things, your friends used to say it was because you didn't take care of them, but now you knew it was because someone was taking them away from you. When you didn't accept the clean pair he decided to help you get dressed, moving the panties up your legs. He accommodated your skirt and your shirt too, then he passed his fingers on your hair to fix how messy it was after everything he had done to you.

In what felt like seconds you arrived to your bus stop. He gave you his uniform jacket so you would feel more comfortable on the ride home, to sit on it and don't touch the seats directly.

"... and maybe then we can stay together in the apartment my family has near" you looked at him, back in your senses.

"Why would I go and stay with you in your family's apartment?" You asked confused.

"Well, because we're going to the same college and we're together now, you don't have to spend money on rent if you come and stay with me" he smiled lovingly at you and moved a string of your hair behind your ear.

"But you don't know if I'll get accepted" you answered nervously.

"We already passed, my dad gave me the results days ago" he said as if it was nothing, you looked at him in silence, tears forming in your eyes.

you're holding his wrist now, touch gentle and caring. your fingertips aren't soft. they're slightly calloused and rough and eunseok wonders why that is. he had been surprised the first time you touched him, sliding your scratchy digits over an open wound on eunseok's stomach. the wound is healed now, thanks to you, but the pain in his chest was still present, though for a completely different reason.

eunseok longs for you now. his chest aches and tightens when he sees you tending to someone else just like you had done to him. you smile at them just like you smiled at him during the long days he spent in the hospital bed.

he misses your soft whisper in his ear, waking him for the day or asking him if he felt any better. you looked so pretty then, under the morning sun, hair not yet mussed and makeup freshly applied. eunseok knows you'll look even prettier when you first wake up, the opposite of how he's used to seeing you. eunseok likes to envision it, your messy hair and bare skin, natural scent, and warmth within reach.

"eunseok," you say softly. he tears his eyes away from where you held his wrist, meeting your gaze instead. "you have to be more careful." you smooth your finger near the tender open flesh, "a little deeper and you'd have to stay here. you don't want that, do you?"

yes. he does.

"i'll bandage this but i want you to stop by again tomorrow, okay?"

eunseok licks his lips, "i can stay if you need me to."

"no," you yank the bedside table open, exposing a drawer full of supplies, "i have other patients. we need all the extra space. you'll be fine with a checkup tomorrow." you glance back at him, "you've been through this enough times already, i'm sure you can handle one day on your own."

eunseok's eyebrows pull together. he really should have dug a little deeper, taken the scorching pain for a few seconds longer as he slid the knife down his arm. apparently, the worry wasn't as real as he thought it was. the concern was only surface level now. had he gone too far? where had he gone wrong?

you sigh, dropping your hands to your sides. "i'm sorry. that was a little harsh. it's just-" you cut yourself off, sighing again. "never mind. i just think it'll be better, you know, for you to rest there without me barging in and out. i'm sure you're sick of me."

eunseok nearly smiles at that. how could he ever be sick of you?

"i just don't think i'm helping enough," you lips drop at the corners, "you always come in injured and i know it's not my fault but i can't help but feel like i could've helped out more. you know, to make you feel better."

you do make him feel better. your grin and soft laughs, the dulling pain of his injuries as you carefully healed him. the only way you could possibly help him out more was if your fingers ventured down his stomach and into his jeans. if you took his cock into your calloused hands and tugged it with gentle pressure, twisting your wrist, smoothing precum along his tip as he leaked around your digits. eunseok would feel a lot better if you did that. if you pressed your lips against his, letting him explore the inside of your pretty mouth with his tongue while you jerked him off. though, nothing would make him feel better than your cunt squeezing his cock, milking him dry before tending to his injuries again.

eunseok takes a breath, following your movements as you turn back to him, dropping his hand on your lap, dangerously close to your heat. "please," you look at him firmly, "let me know what you need. i'm here for you."

let me touch you, he wants to say. let me take care of you.

he shifts his fingers and you jolt, sensitive to the touch so close to your pussy. you blink at him, "um, l-let me clean this up for you."

eunseok holds his hand in place when you try to move it, using his free hand to grip your one of your arms, sliding it down his stomach. your eyes move rapidly from his hand inching closer to you cunt, and your own hand inching closer to his quickly stiffening bulge.