A7 Excerpt

“Aah…!”

A thud continued to ring without rest inside the small room. My body seemed to float in the air as it was on the receiving end of violent, animalistic thrusts. Yeo Minhyung’s hips snapped up, unable to hold back its vigorous strength. His shaft barely managed to squeeze through my feverish entrance. Whenever his thick cock pulled out, it continued to pierce a sensitive spot over and over again. He was such a tenacious and headstrong man. How could sex with him be normal?

Having sex with Yeo Minhyung was like going through a trial where my limits were constantly being tested. Once the flames of pleasure were lit, it could only be extinguished once Na Hwiran collapsed. And when I begged him to stop, he’d push me into a corner until I met my end.

My fingers curled. Again, again. That feeling.

Nng, hnng.

“Aah, hnng, ah! Aahng, hnng, ah, hnng, ah!”

The fan that gently blew against the nape of my neck as it turned from side to side was not able to cool the feverish temperature of our bodies. I stretched out my hand and groped around for the remote to the air conditioning unit, but Yeo Minhyung stretched out his own hand and intertwined our fingers, fixing my hand in place.

“I’m sad. You’re thinking about something else while you’re eating me.”

“Hnng… It’s hot. Can’t we do it with the AC on?”

“No, we can’t.”

“......”

“My charm won’t reach you.”

“......”

“Ah, I’m not going to fall for that look.”

I didn’t know why we couldn’t turn it on. He wouldn’t tell me, so how would I know? When it came to sex, he never did as I asked. When I asked him if we could both take off our clothes while having sex, I had to be the only one who was naked. And it would only end once I collapsed from my climax. It was a familiar routine. Me being dragged along as we did whatever you wanted.

But when you aren’t here, it feels empty. The seat by my side feels cold, and more importantly, the reason why I feel like a part of me is gone is because we have been dating for five years now. As much as we are used to each other, we become negligent. However, time and time again, the days we spend together prove that it can’t be anyone else. These kinds of days repeat over and over again.

Stubborn Yeo Minhyung. He was acting so hateful, so I grabbed one of his fingers that was holding my hips and bit it. He frowns as he laughs. Then his face becomes serious again as he returns his focus to what he is doing.

“I’m going to start. Focus.”

As I moan, my entrance becomes even more soaked as I feel something trickling out. 

Minhyung grits his teeth as he focuses on the movement of his hips. I gaze at his face before bringing my trembling hand to his cheek. I pull his head down and press a kiss against his lips.

Yeo Minhyung chuckles as if he finds this cute and opens his lips for me as if letting me have a taste.

Even though he never lets me have my way when we’re having sex, he’s always generous when it comes to things like this.

I slowly push my tongue inside and search for your tongue that is waiting for me. Then our tongues merge. I rub it back and forth and suck on your mouth as the saliva drips from mine like a dog. Despite my clumsy tongue, you don’t criticize me. Almost as if you’ve liked it all along. Or maybe because we know each other so well.

Yeo Minhyung sticks out his tongue for me to lick, and I place my tongue on top of it as I grope around for his earlobe. As if to prove this man’s undeniable delinquency, his ear is full of piercings.

I pull my head back and dazedly gaze at his face, a string of saliva connecting my lips to his.

After the strange kiss where only our tongues touch, I sweep his black hair back. His facial features are quite strong, but his long, narrow eyes cannot hide the delinquency within their depths. Even though he’s over twenty years old, how is it that he still looks the same? Bad boy Yeo Minhyung.

“Huu… Nng. Babe.”

“What? Do you want me to come?”

“Yeah, now, enough, hnng, come, for me.”

“Mm, what should I do…”

He looked like he was mulling over my request. Then his eyes narrowed as he opened his mouth as if it had been a difficult deliberation.

“After seeing how much you like it, I don’t want to come.”

“Heeey! Nng, ah! How can you say, uuuh. Ah!”

“Yeah, babe. I’ll put it in a little deeper.”

After positioning himself, Yeo Minhyung thrusts inside once again. His thick penis pushes up towards my belly and begins to push against the tightness. As if he can’t stand to leave any space between us, he continues to plug my entrance as if to dominate it.

“Hey, Yeo, Minhyuuung, nng, aahng, ah!”

My shouts are strained.

Okay, okay, Ran.

I can feel your breaths brushing against my collar.

You sly bastard.

“What should we order?”

“Just order whatever you want to eat.”

Minhyung haphazardly puts his sneakers on as he leaves through the front door, claiming he has to make a call. I watch as he leaves before deciding on something simple to eat. After placing two spoons and two pairs of chopsticks on the table, I turn off the fan and turn on the AC instead. Because our place is so small, it gets cool very quickly. Since the place is small, it doesn’t use up much electricity, which is quite nice. But the insulation isn’t that great, so we can hear everything that goes on in the units above and below us. 

After lowering the fan of the AC unit, I walk over to the table and take a look at the calendar hanging on the wall next to it.

「26th」

The date was circled and colored with a bright yellow highlighter.

My writing was underneath it.

The day we move.

Thankfully, I’m someone who finds happiness in the small things. Even though I don’t have anything, if I didn’t even have this blessing, what would I do? Should I be glad that I’m not someone who has a lot of dreams when I don’t even have a dime to my name? It meant that the tediousness of having to move out in less than a month didn’t mean anything to me.

Although I don’t like to watch TV when it’s time to eat, I grew bored waiting for Minhyung to return, so I turned it on and absentmindedly watched a variety show.

Was his call going to last long? Thirty minutes, forty minutes. He left a while ago, but he still didn’t show any sign of returning.

After receiving a text that stated my ddukbokki had been delivered, I went outside and looked around as I moved to pick up the plastic bag in front of the door.

I took off the post-it note that was stuck to the door and looked up and down the stairs. I didn’t see Minhyung anywhere.

If it was a work call, he could have just taken it at home. Why did he have to take it outside?

I tilted my head at this thought. Then I began to recall the things that happened last time.

This man used to stick to me whenever we went to bed, even when I tried to push him away. But now, he would leave the bedroom as soon as I fell asleep, almost as if he were waiting for it. I even heard the front door close. He would leave late at night and not return, even when it was early in the morning. When I woke up to get ready for work, he called me to tell me he had to go to work early. At first, I thought that was plausible. But after this went on for days, I couldn’t help but secretly worry. Did something happen?

I unpacked the hot and spicy ddukbokki and sat blankly at the table. Then I heard the sound of the front door opening.

Having finished his call, he swept back his hair that was still damp and sat down across from me.

He placed his cell phone down on the table and grabbed the chopsticks. He propped his chin in his hand and began to chew the ddukbokki.

“Hey, where do you keep going every night?”

He didn’t seem surprised that I knew he was leaving. Minhyung scratched his chin as he looked up at me. I wasn’t trying to interrogate him, but it strangely came out that way. I moved my eyes to the bright red ddukbokki.

“Just ‘cuz of some work.”

“What kind of work?”

He didn’t seem troubled by the questions, but his expression was ambiguous as if it was too troublesome to explain everything. Even though it was bothersome to him, it might be something he wanted to keep hidden from me. Lately, we’ve been like this. As deep as our relationship was due to the time we were together, if one of us meddled too deeply into the other's business, we found it a bit annoying. A turning point where we found sharing about the trivial things to be bothersome. Maybe. A time when our love slowly turns into a sense of duty. Would that happen to us? My heart ached at the thought.

Even though I knew nothing lasts forever. There was an anxiety that carved away at the hope and confidence that we were an exception.

Because of the years we’d been together, the amount of time we were in a relationship, the affection we had cultivated was quite heavy.

“Babe, you’re curious about a lot of things today.”

He looked at me with glazed eyes as his lips stretched into a smile. He was changing the subject again. His sanpaku eyes created such a strange mood along with his sleazy smile.

However, I knew what was underneath his intimidating shell, so I wasn’t scared.

“Why? Can’t I be curious?”

He swallowed the food that was in his mouth and slowly chewed on his lower lip.

“What do I get in exchange for telling you?”

“......”

“Mm…”

“......”

“Let me suck…”

“You want me to let you suck?”

“You don’t want to?”

I think you want to. Yeo Minhyung propped his chin in his hand and playfully smiled at me.

“Do you need some time to prepare your heart?”

“Ah, seriously.”

He chuckles and grins. And like that, the situation is taken care of. Joking, always joking.

Having avoided answering my question, he puts down his chopsticks.

Like he always does.

He evades answering the questions again.

But today, I was really curious. I didn’t think blowing over this was the right thing to do.

“Are you really not going to tell me? What this is all about?”

“No.”

“...No?”

The one who was shocked by his suddenly cold, low voice was me.

“It’s just work. It’s frustrating to me, so there’s no need to trouble you with it too, babe.”

“Is everything really okay?”

His lips stretched into a smile as he nodded. Minhyung then stood up as if he remembered something and walked towards me. He bent down and placed his chin on my shoulder, sticking our cheeks together. He picked up my cell phone that was on the table. My phone, which was encased in a rabbit phone case, easily fit in the palm of his hand. Before we started having sex, I had been talking about furniture and other interior decorating goods. It seemed that he wanted me to show him what I was talking about. Half-holding him in my arms, I opened the interior decorating app and showed him the various items I’d found.

“Look at how childish your tastes are.”

“What? It’s pretty.”

“Is this a daycare center?”

“......”

Yeo Minhyung scrolled down and glanced at me as I stared blankly at the phone. When I didn’t respond, he lightly tapped my hips with his free hand.

“Are you mad?”

“...No.”

“Okay. I won’t call it a daycare center.”

“...I said I wasn’t mad.”

“Of course you aren’t. Aigoo, my little Ran isn’t mad.”

His hand crept up and naturally lifted my T-shirt. Then he squeezed my breast and teased my nipple. His other hand continued to scroll through the phone. Whenever I flinched, he would flick my nipple with his fingertips. His eyes were still focused on the phone.

“Hu, nng, they asked us, hnng, to be mindful, about the noise when we’re, fucking. Ah!”

“That’s not fair. We have to hear them fight every day, don’t we? Ah, I’m hard. Babe.”

He tossed the phone onto the table as he slowly squeezed my breast. He brought his tongue to my neck. The table suddenly began to make noise. It was the sound of his phone vibrating. He sucked on my neck until he left a mark, but in the end, he let out an angry curse as he straightened up.

“Just leave the dirty dishes. I’ll come back and clean it up later.”

“Minhyung, about the summer vacation we were going to…”

“Hyung, just a minute. Okay, Ran. Let’s do it after I get back.”

“...Do what?”

We continued to talk in circles. Before we could finish our conversation, I heard the front door close shut. Minhyung had put his sneakers on as he left, still talking on the phone. I stared at the now-cooled plate of ddukbokki and the fishcake soup that we hadn’t even opened. I looked down at my exposed breast, the nipple swaying in the air. I silently lowered my T-shirt.

Isn’t that how long-term relationships are? Since you already have someone to have sex with, you don’t have to look for another partner. If you need to have sex, you can just take care of it with your girlfriend instead of searching for another woman. Honestly, it’s just familiarity. Love? If it lasts for one year, isn’t that considered a long time? Try going over five years. It’s affection. It’s family. On top of that, you even live together? Need I say more?

The words Narae had drunkenly shouted out echoed in this small room. The other girls stuffed her mouth with snacks, telling her to stop saying such ridiculous things. They anxiously glanced at me, but I could see that they agreed with her. You guys are really lasting a long time. Honestly, we didn’t think you guys would last that long. Their eyes seemed to be saying this.

My cell phone that had been half-on the table fell and landed with a thud.

Thinking that I was just becoming more sensitive these days, I promptly picked up my phone.