When The Phone Rings

Side Story 01

/ contains explicit text /

“Haahh…”

The sound resembled a groan of pain.

Heeju’s memory was a blur from the moment she entered the dilapidated inn. Their lips never parted and her clothes were stripped off in an instant.

“Haa!”

Sa-eon claimed her mouth with a swift, sure motion. Her toes curled beneath him, her body undulating as his hair grazed her inner thighs.

“Hngh…”

Heeju couldn’t think straight. It was a moment when her mind became dizzy and only instinct remained.

“Ugh…!”

A thin groan burst from Heeju’s mouth. With each passing moment, her skin seemed to melt away, replaced by the intoxicating scent of him. She tried to cover her face, but her wrist was abruptly seized.

“Hong Heeju, look at me.”

“Hmph…”

Sa-eon was coveting her whole body.

“You really made a mistake by getting caught by me…”
“Ugh.”

He panted in, like a thirsty beast that had finally found a well. His brow twitched furiously, and a violent rush of pleasure came quickly.

“Hah.. Haah…”

Sa-eon wrapped Heeju’s arms around his neck and increased his pace. The man thrust in and out without tiring. Her waist swayed with each of his movements, and then he seized her face and kissed her deeply, his eyes rolling back as their tongues entwined.

“Haa… ugh…”
“Haah…”

Their foreheads pressed together, both panting for breath. Sa-eon tasted her, first her lower lip, then the delicate skin beneath her eye. Then, with a possessive growl, he claimed her lips in a searing kiss.

Heeju’s face felt like it was on fire, but she couldn’t escape his piercing gaze.

Even as she felt his straightforward gaze piercing and merciless, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction deep inside. Heeju felt empty, when Sa-eon went missing, No- maybe even long before that.

The emptiness within her was finally filled, overflowing with a warm, wet sensation. Pressed against him, she experienced an overwhelming joy she had never known before.

“Haah!”

Her breathing became uncontrollable as the intensity of his thrusts increased.

“Hong Heeju.”

A groan escaped Sa-eon’s throat. He clenched his jaw, his huge muscles pounded against her.

“Hmph.. T- This feels weird…”
“Haah… Hong Heeju….”
“Hngh...!”

“W- Why do you always appear in front of me… huh…”

Every time his wild lips bit into her flesh, her pulse throbbed painfully. Her legs, hanging over his arms, trembled as wild moans filled the cramped room.

The creaking iron bed, the stifling heat, and the sluggish whir of the old ceiling fan all conspired to make me feel dizzy, my stomach churning with a nauseous lurch.

Heeju longed for the moment to either end swiftly or continue endlessly.

 

***

 

‘Mmm…’

Heeju managed to open her puffy eyes.

‘Where am I?’

Fighting against the dizziness, Heeju pushed herself up. The room was flooded with a blinding light.

‘Is this the shelter?’

The blanket slipped slightly, sliding down her waist.

Quickly reaching to pull it back up, she was stopped by a heavy arm that caressed her exposed waist. Goosebumps reflexively rose wherever the slow touch went.

“……!”
‘Has he gone crazy?!’’

Heeju buried her face in the pillow, shivering despite the heat. Until the sun paints the sky anew, again and again…

It was a maddening routine.

Her ears flushed at the memory of last night’s moaning.

Words were superfluous. The only sound was the hot breath between them, the sensual tangle of their tongues. Their eyes, filled with a passionate longing, mirrored the tears that welled up in their eyes. Their bodies, intertwined, etched the memory of their love upon their souls.

I stayed entwined with Sa-eon until I saw the sunrise, my muscles still tingling from the weight of being held in his arms. I couldn’t help blushing when I thought about my lower parts.

“Ah..!”
“Did you sleep well?”

The man who opened his eyes asked, nuzzling Heeju’s ear. I turned my head to look at him, and yesterday’s memories became even clearer.

The way he never took his eyes off of me, his muscular waist, his as… Eventually, Heeju buried her face in the pillow again. Then she heard a soft chuckle.

“Last night you were so clingy. Today, you’re so quiet, Hong Heeju.”
“……!”
“What a pity!”

He looked down at her, propping himself up on one elbow. But when she saw the splotches of blood on his broad shoulders, Heeju realized what she had been overlooking.

“Y- Your back…!”

As they fell into the river, Sa-eon had blocked the windshield of the car with his entire body, and his back was covered in cuts.

“We need to treat your back immediately!”

Baek Sa-eon was reluctantly dragged along, but he picked up his own clothes from the floor and put them on Heeju generously.

“No matter how urgent it is, you can’t run around like that in front of me.”
“What?”

He sighed, his hands cupping her firm buttocks. His breath, hot and heavy on her neck, sent shivers down her spine.

Heeju pushed away the hands that were already working their way under her clothes and coldly flipped on the bathroom light.

“I’ll help you.”
“No thanks, go out.”

He stood in front of the ramshackle sink and picked up the haphazardly scattered tools with familiarity.

Baek Sa-eon warmed the scissors with a lighter and tore off the alcohol wadding. Unable to bear watching anymore, Heeju rolled up her sleeves.

“How can you treat wounds on your back yourself? You can’t even reach back there…! It’s not just scratches, there’s glass embedded deeply too!”

She insisted, stalking into the bathroom and snatching up a pair of medical forceps and tweezers. The metal handles were ice-cold, raising goosebumps on her skin.

Baek Sa-eon puffed out his chest as he had no choice, and stood meekly against the sink.

Heeju began to pull out the visible pieces of glass little by little. His wing bones twitched viscerally as she pressed her palm firmly against his strong back.

Baek Sa-eon’s throat rumbled with each of Heeju’s snorts, even more so than when the shards came out.

“Does it hurt?”

Heeju asked, pausing.

“It only hurt when you tightened it.”
“……!”

Realizing the implication, Heeju squirted the antiseptic onto his bleeding flesh.

“Ugh…”

He stuffed the cigarette in his mouth, groaning as he chewed on the filter every time she pulled the shards out.

“You need to go back to the hospital.”

Roughly finished, Heeju wiped the sweat from her lips. The red gauze scattered across the floor, a stark contrast against the stifling heat, made her gasp for breath. But Baek Sa-eon didn’t say anything, just fiddled with the filter.

Heeju, who had been watching the scene, snatched the cigarette from his hand. It was an impulsive act.

“You….!”

Baek Sa-eon froze for a moment and reached for the cigarette, but the lighter had already ignited it.

The end of the filter flared with a bright red spark. In an instant, a rough hand snatched the cigarette from her. Heeju coughed from inhaling a puff.

“What the hell are you doing!”

Sa-eon scowled and extinguished the cigarette butt against a wall. He angrily opened the small window to ventilate the stale air.

“I was wondering what it tastes like.”
“What?”
“You have been chewing on it, so I thought I’d try it.”
“…….”
“From now on, I’m going to smoke it with you.”

Baek Sa-eon let out a cold laugh, but the furrow in his brow twitched in anger. He lowered his head, rubbing his neck, before suddenly grabbing Heeju’s cheeks with one hand.

“Hong Heeju.”

His voice carried a threatening tone. Though it was intimidating, Heeju pouted and continued,

“Smoking too much… will slow down sperm motility.”