The Breakup Between You and Me - Episode 5

Episode 5

“You need to open up,” he stated.

I froze, nearly dropping my chopsticks. My face flushed bright red at the word ‘open.’ He casually picked up a side dish and let it fall, seemingly recalling his previous comment about opening up.

The spot he had touched still seemed to burn, and I struggled to make myself move. The image of his impeccably chiseled upper body flashed in my mind.

I knew he had a great physique before, but now it was on an entirely different level. He possessed a set of well-defined abs, the kind people often talked about.

“I’m going to put it all in,” he declared.

I mentally echoed the words, feeling a deep blush spread not only on my face but also up to the nape of my neck, fully comprehending his meaning.

During our dating days, we hadn’t engaged in a lot of sexual activity. He had always been considerate, trying to be gentle with me when I told him it hurt.

He never pushed it all the way in. He had always been accommodating because his size was different in terms of thickness and length compared to most men. I had sensed his struggle with it but chose to ignore it, as it seemed to be a factor that made him feel affection for me.

Now he was warning me that he wouldn’t put up with it. A bitter smile tugged at my lips.    

“I heard you were dining alone with Mr. Han yesterday.”    

The sound of Ms. Kim’s voice slowly turned her throat. The corners of Sooyin’s mouth lifted to the sky.    

“Oh my God, how did you know?”

I shifted my gaze to find Soo-yin grinning widely, her hand concealing her flushed lips. My appetite had vanished. I tried to quench my unending thirst with a gulp of cold water.

“Quite a few individuals have witnessed it. I heard you rendezvoused at the hotel,” Ms. Kim’s voice accentuated the word ‘alone,’ and my eyes fell.

I had been waiting for him for three days without a word, and it felt peculiar to hear that he had met up with Sooyin yesterday. Jealousy swelled within me.

Indeed, the overwhelming emotion I experienced was jealousy, to the point where I wished to silence Ms. Kim’s words from reaching anyone willing to listen. I clamped down on my lip forcefully to prevent myself from saying something regrettable.

“Are you two in a relationship?”

Sooyin began to answer, and in that very moment, I leaped to my feet. I could sense Sooyin’s gaze piercing me, but I knew I would crumble if I remained there. Therefore, I swiftly made a decision and rushed out the door.

I don’t recall how I managed to reach the company, but the idea of him being with another woman weighed heavily on my heart, and I found it unbearable.

However, I couldn’t reach him, and my cell phone remained eerily silent. The calm in my mind, which had been somewhat restored recently, gave way to a pounding headache.

* * * * * * * *

I let out a weary sigh. I had lost count of how many mistakes I made at work. I kept apologizing, but Ms. Kim insisted that I stay until the end of the day, and I had to take a pill to cope with the mounting stress.

I trudged my way uphill, thinking I should go to bed early. The high school lay in the distance, and I decided to be thankful for having a place to lay my head.

As I opened the door, a musty odor assailed my senses due to the poor ventilation. The small room contained nothing but a desk and a bed.

I flopped onto the bed. Though I should have washed up, I couldn’t muster the energy. I rolled onto my side and curled up as best as I could. I was utterly exhausted.

I hadn’t slept well the previous night due to my extended stay at the hospital. My dad had undergone surgery, and he was now in the intensive care unit.

The doctors had conveyed positive news regarding his condition. I felt like I could drift off to sleep as soon as I closed my eyes.

“Ha, ha, ha!”

Howeer, just as I was on the verge of falling asleep, I was abruptly jolted awake by a woman’s soft moans emanating from the adjacent room.

Goosebumps rose on my forearms as I thought of the man who smirked at me every time I passed him. I wondered if he had brought a girl with him, or if he was watching porn.

It should have been quieter, yet with only a thin, soundproof wall dividing us, I couldn’t help but ponder what he might be up to. Nevertheless, the idea of asking him felt too eerie. Sleep remained elusive.

I sat up in bed and ran my hand through my disheveled hair. 

“…….”

I gazed at my phone, which remained ominously quiet. I drew my knees up and buried my face in them. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was waiting to hear from me, if he missed me.

…But then, I realized that what I truly wanted to know was something else. Did he have a girlfriend? The very idea made my heart sink. I felt like I didn’t deserve an answer.

I had abandoned him when he was at his lowest point. I had been unkind to him when he asked me one last time in tears. At that time, I believed it was for the best.

My eyes snapped open as my phone vibrated, indicating an incoming video call. I smiled and picked up my phone to check, but the smile quickly faded.

“…Open it.”

-Did you eat?

It was Miho.

“I haven’t eaten yet,” I replied.

-Your voice sounds weak. I’m on my way, come outside.

“Okay.”

I couldn’t bear to listen to the woman’s distressed moans any longer, so I hastily tied my hair back.

“Are you alright?”

“What?”

“Are you feeling uneasy?”

Miho wore a concerned expression as she nudged my favorite snack toward me. I shook my head when she urged me to eat and drink.

“I’m absolutely fine, so don’t worry,” I reassured her, making an effort to lift the corners of my mouth.

“You keep saying everything is fine, and that’s what makes me worry more,” she responded.

She downed her drink instead of replying.

“…Miho.”

“Hmm?”

“…Never mind.”

“Odd,” she remarked.

I observed as Miho refilled my empty glass with sake and then shifted my gaze away from the window. I felt foolish for waiting for his call when I had a friend who genuinely cared about me.

He didn’t care about me the way Miho did. Annoyed with my own behavior, I snatched my cell phone, which lay next to my drink, and stashed it roughly into my bag. I figured he wouldn’t care either way if I stashed it away in front of him. Miho’s eyes narrowed as she fixed her gaze on me.

“Cha Se-yeon, look at me directly…”

Miho reached into her pocket and retrieved her own cell phone.

“Hello?”

The corner of her mouth twitched, and I knew who was on the line.

“I’m with Su-yeon, um. Jealous?”

She gazed at a smirking Miho, her jaw clenched. That’s good. Internally, I felt a tinge of envy as I watched Miho appear so cheerful. I used to be like that, I used to shine like that.

The person who had made me shine was… Miho took another sip of her drink.

“I miss you, too. Yeah.”

I nodded at Miho, who gestured that she was going to make a phone call. The sake had a certain taste, whether it was sweet or bitter, I couldn’t quite tell.

All I knew was that it was alcoholic. I took another sip of sake.

“Mmm, it’s good.”

I wiped away the alcohol that had trickled down my chin with the back of my hand. Miho joyful expression kept flickering before my eyes. It was strange. I didn’t even know who that man was.

Suddenly, I burst into laughter. According to her words, it was the man who had crafted her belly button. I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of reaction she would have if she found out we were together. She wouldn’t be as content as she appeared today.

“Hey, Se-yeon Cha, how many drinks have you done?”

“Again, nagging.”    

It was Choi Mi-ho, the nagging demon queen. She should have been on the phone with her boyfriend.    

“You should find a boyfriend soon. You’re getting older and older,” Miho commented.

“…A boyfriend?”

“Yeah. It’s been years.”

“Years and years and years. Don’t you realize that between friends?” I muttered as I ran my hand through my hair.

“Do you want me to introduce you to someone?”

“…Miho.”

“Why?”

“I’m not interested in a relationship. I’ll be alone for the rest of my life.”

“…”

“I enjoy being alone.”

Certainly.

The corner of my mouth twitched as I gazed up at the sky.

“…And your father?”

I signaled for my friend to continue the conversation by raising my glass. Miho, understanding the cue, poured me another drink. I blinked at her, unable to resist.

“He’s recovering well. It’s a matter of time now.”

“If there’s anything I can do, just let me know.”

“Thanks. How’s Mr. Jiu?” Miho’s face displayed genuine concern.

“Uh, yeah. He’s over there…….” Se-yeon”

“Uh.”

“I… I’m going to the U.S. in the winter.”

“Oh, that’s great!”

Miho beamed with joy at the thought of her friend’s dream finally coming true. However, my eyes took on a distant look.

“That’s amazing! Congratulations!”

“Do you want to come with me…?”

“What?”

I was momentarily taken aback because I hadn’t considered that possibility.

“I can’t leave you here alone.”

“I have my dad and mom, what are you talking about?”

“You can’t go because of your dad?”

“…Yes.”

“I can’t leave my sick dad.”

Ugh. The angelic Cha Se-yeon. The foolish Cha Se-yeon.

I smacked my friend’s hand hard as she ruffled her hair.

“Do you want to die?”

“You make me want to drink. Let’s drink!”

I relished the sound of the glasses clinking. I took a drink, and then another, genuinely supporting my friend’s dreams.

After Miho ended the call, I curled up with my knees to my chest and buried my face in them. The sounds of the woman’s moans from the other room continued, and I knew it was from a pornographic video.

I shifted my gaze to my cell phone, which I had thrown roughly on the floor.

“…….”

I stared at the silent phone, then jumped to my feet. I had to go. I needed to check it out. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I felt brave.

Once I had made up my mind, my body took over. I ran down the street and hailed a cab. I was out of breath, but it didn’t feel difficult at all. I got into the cab, I provided  his home address to the driver, and looked out the window.

I stared at the rapidly disappearing lights and took a deep breath.

“We’re here.”

The taxi driver’s voice brought me back to reality. After paying the fare, I stepped out of the cab and gazed at the magnificent gates of his house. It felt like a princes lived in a deserted castle.

“…….”    

I should ring the bell, but I can’t. Did he sober up during the short taxi ride?

My once confident courage had dissipated. I crouched in front of the gate, head bowed low, my shoulders slumped. I questioned what I had come here for, what I intended to talk about.

I laughed at the absurdity of it all. I buried my face in my palms. Crazy, crazy. I regretted coming here and tried to get up. In the distance, a car approached with its headlights shining.

I hadn’t even gotten up when the car stopped in front of me.

“What the hell?”

I made eye contact with him as he got out of the car. He wiggled his eyebrows in disapproval. A small sigh. I sat up shakily.

I realized he was off work and was wearing a crisp suit. He stalked over to me, and my eyes widened at the sight of him.

“What was that?”

“It was…”

My mouth was parched. I swallowed dryly as he stared at my face, saying nothing. His piercing gaze focused on the collar, just as it did three days ago.

When I couldn’t look him in the eye, he tilted his head down and met my gaze. I felt a hiccup coming on, and my heart fluttered at the proximity.

“Have you been drinking?”

“…”

“Oh, you didn’t pay me?”

I looked up at him as he lifted his head and pulled his tie down in annoyance. He blinked slowly.

“You didn’t ask for my bank account.”

He looked so tired, and I wanted to hug him. But instead of hugging him, I put all my strength into my fisted hands and wiggled my toes.

“Come in.”

“…”

“I’ll send you the money.”

I needed the money to cover my dad’s medical bills, which had to be paid weekly. However, it wasn’t just about the money. That wasn’t why I had come here.

I watched him walk past me, and my cheeks trembled as I held back tears.

“Aren’t you coming in?”

I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek to prevent tears from falling and shook my head. I put on a facade of emotionlessness and stepped into his stark house.

The difference in our leg lengths created a considerable gap between us. I silently followed him as he walked briskly through the garden, not bothering to wait for me.

These little moments made me feel a deep sadness. He would never have turned his back on me like this in the past, but now he did it so easily. It wasn’t surprising, given that we had broken up, but it was still hard to believe.

There was a time when I thought he had my back, and that thought had given strength to his slightly forlorn face. However, I couldn’t escape the fact that I was the one who had caused all this.

It was my choice to stay by his side, even if it meant acting like a “bitch.” So I decided not to indulge in self-pity and muttered those words to myself. Inside the house, he was sitting on the couch.

I walked over to him, noticing that he had taken off his coat and thrown it over the head of the couch.

“Right. There’s one thing I need to get straight.”

“You’re ……?”

“You live with that as$hole?”

I stood in front of him, gazing into his eyes. My eyes blinked slowly. “The as$hole? I don’t know who the as$hole is.”

“Is that as$hole asking you for a ride because you doesn’t have any money?”

I realized he was talking about Miho. We must have misunderstood because she disappeared in a woman’s car at the party. But I don’t tell him it’s a misunderstanding.

When I glance at him, he takes off his tie and throws it on the floor as if he doesn’t like something. Then he unbuttons his shirt, one button after the other.

“…It’s not like that.”

“I don’t care if you’re seeing a guy or not, but when you’re with me, make sure it’s a guy.”

“…….”

“Don’t make me feel like shit.”

She opened her tightly clenched lips.

“Okay. Okay.”    

I almost laugh at the absurdity of hoping he’d be the least bit jealous, even in this situation. His dark eyes scanned my face. I clamped down on my expression.

I locked eyes with him as if I didn’t feel anything.

“Send me your account number.”

“…….”    

I pulled out my phone and immediately texted him. He checks his phone, dials something, brings it to his ear, and holds out his hand.

He beckons me to come over, and I hesitantly approach. The closer I get, the more my heart races. By the time I make the excuse that I’m drunk, I’ve lost all my energy.

Worse, he was becoming increasingly sober. Patting the seat next to him, I shifted at his unspoken command to sit down.

“It’s me.”

When the person on the other end of the line picked up, he spoke.

“Uh…huh,”

I said, my eyes widening.  In the middle of the call, his hand grabbed my br*ast and I made an involuntary sound. His eyes flickered frantically.    

“I’m sending the account now, send 100 million.”

I swallowed, this time surprised by the number. His hands moved relentlessly into my clothes. Inside my bra, they twisted my n*pples painfully. The emotionless touch sent a wave of heat through my stupid body.    

“Mmm…hmm.”    

I stifled a moan and covered my mouth with my hand, the more his hand squeezed my br*ast painfully. More than my br*asts, which felt like they were being mashed into tofu by his overbearing hands, my heart ached.  

I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head, missing the way he used to tremble and cherish my br*asts.

“Don’t call me unless it’s urgent.”    

As soon as he hung up the phone, he lay down. I look up at him, almost sprawled out on the couch. His eyes slowly travel down from my head, stopping once at the nape of my neck, once at my br*ast, and then at my stomach, where he gives me a quizzical look.    

“What’s this scar?”

I swallow dryly as he asks, pressing a finger to the side of my belly button.  

“It’s from my appendix,”

I tell him, his gaze moving away from the scar. Quickly unbuckling his pants, he peeled them off.    

“Now, wait…!” she said

Pulling his boxers aside and sliding a finger into the hole. The lining clamped down on his finger at the sudden intrusion.

“Pull out.”

My eyes fluttered like buoys on a windswept ocean. Another finger slid in, one that didn’t seem to mind. As if to confirm, he spread his fingers apart and turned them left and right.  

My lower stomach clenched. Once again, I hear a menacing voice urging me to relax, but I can’t. With trembling hands, I grab his wrists.    

“What, you don’t like it?”

he scoffs, and I loosen my grip, figuring it’s probably deposited by now.    

“I told you to spread it out.”

“Shh, no… Shhhh!”

His voice was very calm as he added another finger as a punishment. As one more finger slid in, I felt the fear of being torn apart inside.  

Three fingers was too much. My thighs quivered and he sighed, pulling one finger out. I could feel my p*ssy throbbing and juices pouring out.    

“Your p*ssy is screaming for it. Are you going to stop me now?”

“Ugh.”

It’s not fair to speak with a flick of the wrist. My inner walls bit his fingers and refused to let go as a creaking sound filled the house.

My face flushed and colored with shame as the sounds grew louder from below, and as I turned my head away, unable to look him in the eye, his touch became more forceful.

With increasingly rapid flicks of his wrist, he pierced a spot on my inner wall and slipped out.    My eyes widened and I looked up to see him smirking at me with a look that said,

“So it is.”

I bit my lip hard.   

“Widen it this way. Do you understand?”

I nodded, not realizing what he was saying. I couldn’t swallow it, so it trickled down my chin.  The sound of my palm slapping the shallow water pierced my ears.

I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but I rocked my hips anyway. It had been too long since I’d climaxed.  No, I was on the verge of climax.  I let out a rueful sigh as his hand suddenly slipped away.

“Starting today, go home and spread yourself as wide as you can, whether by hand or with a device. Don’t talk about dying during s*x.”

He whispered in her ear and watched him take off his shirt. He was talking about the past. She was whipping  for whining about it hurting.    

“Straighten up, Isn’t a hundred million for ten nights a pretty good deal?”

“…….”

“Do you know, if you’re good to me, maybe I’ll pay you a little more because you’ve got a nice p*ssy, that money you like so much because I’ve got too much and I’ll die without spending it all?”    

I can’t get used to the stabbing in my heart every time. Today, a new wound opened up.  When will it ever get better? Will it ever get better? Knowing that one day I’ll have to leave his side for good, I get up from my seat without hesitation.

I wobbled wildly as my legs gave out, and only managed to hold onto the couch to keep from falling. He watched me with amusement.    

“See? Your p*ssy is all wet from all that cumming.”

I glared at him, unwilling to give in to his insulting remark about my p*ssy being wet.    

“Your p*ssy can’t be the only thing that feels good, can it?”

“…….”

“S*ck it.”    

His c*ck bobbed dangerously up and down as he unbuckled his pants and pulled his alter ego out of his underwear.

I’d never s*cked one before, never even looked at his, and my shoulders twitched.    

“S*ck it.”    

He warned quietly as I took an involuntary step back.  I slowly approached and knelt down. I don’t know why, but when I saw his, my salivary glands exploded and my mouth filled with saliva.

I gulped and swallowed, wanting to run away from the sight of his growing c*ck. But I didn’t. I took a deep breath and grabbed his c*ck with both hands, which could barely fit in one.

It throbbed like a living, breathing thing.  “Hey, is this even going to fit in my mouth? No. What should I do first?”

When I lift my eyes to look at his face, he whispers,

“Go ahead and s*ck it.” I swallowed again and ran my tongue over the glans, which were just a hint of pink and I’d never seen it this close before.

It wasn’t gross at all; I hadn’t thought of it as gross or terrifying when I was younger.

“I can afford to think of other things,”

He screamed like a hungry beast waiting to bite the nape of my neck at any moment.  His tone was venomous, and I expanded my mouth wide to swallow my alter ego. 

I look up at him, wondering whether this is how it’s supposed to be, and he furrows his brow even more.  

I bite my lower lip and spit out his doppelganger, grabbing him with my teeth in an unusual way.

I swiftly raise my head to meet his gaze.    

“Se-yeon, what are you doing?”

“……”

“You’re not sucking it straight. Are you going to scratch it all over with your teeth like that, huh?”

As I take his glans into my mouth, I swallow my saliva. His pupils were red-hot.

“You seem insincere, and it makes me feel like shit, huh?”

It was the first time I’d heard a friendly voice. But that frightened me even more.  I s*cked hard on the black c*ck, opening my lips as wide as I could. My cheeks were red from crying.    

“Don’t cry. What did I do? I’m the one who should be crying, not you.”    

My breathing was hard from keeping back my tears, and he swayed his hips gently as if he didn’t notice.

I hadn’t even finished it when his c*ck stabbed me in the throat. I was gasping for air and fighting back tears.

My throat feels as if it’s been ripped open. I strain my neck to get away, but he grips the back of my neck and squeezes.

I clenched my eyes shut, unable to open them. As if we were having s*x, his p*nis glided back and forth in and out of my mouth.    

“Mmm…s*ck. S*ck.”

His stomach clenches unnaturally as his alter ego thrusts in and out of existence. I sit up and flex my knees. My cheeks was reddened from the lack of oxygen.

With wet eyes, I glance up at him. His pupils return the frigid look. A sour scent and a fishy flavor spread across my mouth at the same moment. I could hardly breathe as it rushed out of my body.  

Sperm trickled across the floor from her mouth.  His phone started buzzing loudly before I realized it.    

“Hello? Mmm.”

A calm voice responded, as she stood there in disbelief while she dressed. She came to a halt when she heard the faint sound of a woman’s voice.

His stomach sunk. He hung up the phone, went to his room, and returned wearing a shirt.    

“I have to go to work.”

“…At this hour?”

I struggle to get to my feet. I looked at him, curious about what he was saying.    

“Do you ……have a girlfriend?”

He tilted his head as he buttoned his sleeve.    

“Why would you want to know that, and even if I did, what would it matter to you?”

He put his metal watch on his wrist in disbelief. It was a mess. P*ss on my thighs, c*m on my chin, and my mouth.    

“Go home on your own.”

I stare after him as he grabs his robe and walks out the door. Something must have gotten in his eye. The way they keep watering.