Side Story 2.6

“Who was it this time, spouting nonsense?”

“No one said… anything…” 

“Lies.”

Junhee’s response was mechanical.

She didn’t even understand what Dowook meant by “nonsense,” but her answer was a habit by now.

As if punishing her, Dowook pressed his hand harder between her legs. His body was pressed against her back, his hips thrusting upward. In the empty classroom, Junhee’s trembling moans echoed.

She braced herself against the wall next to the locked door. The sensations were a mix of ticklishness, arousal, and sometimes a shiver running down her spine.

“Don’t pay attention to what anyone else says.” 

Dowook murmured, lifting her T-shirt to grab her chest. When his fingers pinched her n*pples, just as they had the night before, Junhee’s mind went blank, painted entirely in red.

The faint voices of students passing through the hallway beyond the wall barely registered. None of it mattered.

“You know how hard I’ve worked to earn the right to be your boyfriend.” 

But Junhee didn’t hear a word of what he was saying. She reached back, grabbed his head, and pulled him close. Clutching his hair tightly, she sucked on his candy-like tongue.

The sound of their tongues intertwining was lewd. Even so, Dowook continued thrusting his hips, reminding her of the presence of his arousal. His hardness was so pronounced it pressed roughly against her thighs.

“Ha… I feel weird.” 

Junhee gasped.

“I feel weird too” 

“It’s really… really strange.”

“Me too. Guess we’re even.”

Dowook’s tongue invaded her lips again. As she accepted it, Junhee began calculating in her head. 

When would our 100 days be over? How much longer could we hold out? How much longer could we endure this?

But her hazy mind couldn’t perform the math. His rhythmic thrusts lost their tempo. The pace of his movements quickened, and he let out a deep groan against her lips.

“Ah… mm… ngh…!”

With every thrust of Dowook’s hips, Junhee’s body was lifted and dropped against the wall.

Junhee recalled the strange smell she had noticed in the bathroom the night before. Back then, Dowook had been just as relentless, groping and sucking her chest with abandon. After what felt like forever, he had suddenly left her and locked himself in the bathroom.

She had fallen asleep waiting for him. When she woke up, Dowook was asleep, holding her in his arms. He didn’t leave until early morning, heading back to his apartment. When Junhee went into the bathroom afterward, the strange smell lingered in the air.

The memory made her realize what the smell might have been. She vaguely understood what he had done in the bathroom—and what he might eventually do to her.

Her face, bouncing up and down with his movements, changed into an expression of sensuality. Watching her, Dowook felt his anxieties melt away.

As soon as his four-hour lecture ended, he had rushed to see Junhee. It had only been four hours since they were apart, but he needed to fill the void that time had left. That was why he had brought her here. Turning off the lights, locking the door, and pinning her against the wall, he moved his hips like an animal.

Even with their bodies so tightly connected, the emptiness from those four hours apart still lingered. Lunch break would soon end. He had to feed her before it did. But after feeding her, Junhee would leave for her next class.

The looming sense of future loss frustrated and irritated him, making it impossible to stop what he was doing.

‘Isn’t this some kind of sickness?’

His mother’s exasperated words from a few days ago came to mind. Even in front of Yeong-joo, his attention had been entirely on his phone. More specifically, he had been waiting for a message from Junhee.

After the forced meal with his mother, Dowook had immediately prepared to go see Junhee. Yeong-joo, noticing this, had criticized him in a voice filled with disgust.

‘You’re an adult now. How long are you going to keep chasing after that girl?’

‘Hmm, maybe until I die?’

‘Choi Dowook.’

‘Guess it’s a sickness, just like you said.’

Choi Dowook smiled faintly. It was his own problem, not Woo Junhee’s fault. He even politely asked not to drag Junhee into unnecessary matters.  

At the time, he only said those words to counter Song Yeong-joo’s remarks, but it seemed they were true. Whenever he was even slightly away from Woo Junhee, anxiety gnawed at his mind, leaving him helpless. They had only been apart for three or four hours, and yet here he was, clinging desperately. He couldn’t bear it otherwise.  

So, it must be an illness. He acknowledged it, but it didn’t evoke any particular sense of crisis.  

“Ahh, hnn, Wook-ah, haa… mm, Wook-ah…”  

Because she was beautiful.  

“This is strange, haa, so strange, mm…”  

Her eyes, nose, lips, voice—everything about Woo Junhee was just so beautiful. He couldn’t keep his composure at all.  

Dowook opened his mouth with a devouring intent. He bit down on Junhee’s nape and roughly grabbed her br*ast. As he continued thrusting, he wondered where he should release this time. Imagining the day when he could truly bury himself inside Junhee, he lost himself in the thought of that ecstasy as he frantically rubbed his member against her lower body.  

He let out deep, hoarse groans toward Junhee. “I love you, I love you,” he whispered repeatedly, hugging her tightly. He held her as if to prevent her from ever leaving, but eventually, unable to contain his desire, he turned her body forward.  

He lifted her white T-shirt and buried his head underneath it. Suck, suck. He sucked on her br*ast fiercely.  

“Ah, ugh, ah, mmph…!”  

Junhee covered her mouth, suppressing her rising moans. She looked down. All she could see was his hair moving frantically. She pressed her lips to his head. Hnn, huff. She tried to stifle the sound as she breathed, but his scent filled her completely.  

Junhee knew how to stop Dowook, who was now completely out of control. She knew that just one word—telling him she wanted to stop—would bring everything to a halt. But instead of stopping him, Junhee tightly hugged his head.  

“I love you too.”  

She finally gave her delayed response to Dowook’s earlier confession. For some reason, saying those words brought a lump to her throat. It reminded her of the time when she couldn’t say those words and wandered for so long. And how, during that time, she had hurt him deeply.  

For a moment, Dowook paused. His laughter spread across her chest. Then, exhaling hot breaths, he resumed sucking on her br*ast. Sensual sounds swirled around her ears, dancing as if in a circle.