The Breakup Between You and Me - Episode 7

Episode 7

The next day, Sooyin claimed she wasn’t feeling well and would be late for work. As I shredded the papers, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I had waited for him until dawn the previous day before finally returning home.

I had borrowed his cardigan since my shirt was unbuttoned. While my body felt lighter after the injection, my heart remained heavy. I couldn’t help but let out a long sigh.

My br*ast still throbbed from where he had bitten and s*cked on me the day before. I ran my fingertips over one of the marks he had left, and every touch ignited a fiery sensation. I shook my head, trying to regain control of my thoughts, and fed the papers into the shredder.

Lunchtime arrived, and my coworkers gathered to head out for a meal. However, I had no appetite, so I excused myself and made my way to the restroom. I thought a cup of coffee might help, so I headed to the rooftop. As I looked up at the clear sky, I felt like I was seeing it for the first time in a long while.

I was interrupted while stirring my coffee by Mr. Park, who asked if I was going to eat. I paused as I considered my response and then replied that I wasn’t feeling well.

However, Mr. Park leaned closer, expressing concern for my well-being, and insisted on taking a look at me. My polite smile faltered, and the corners of my mouth drooped.

My colleague, who was waiting, urged Mr. Park to hurry up.

Mr. Park’s group called him from outside, and he reluctantly withdrew his hand. I told him to go on without me and that I needed some rest.

He offered to get me some medicine, but I declined his offer with gratitude.

As Mr. Park left and I began to relax, I greeted someone with a polite “Mr. Han.” However, the response I received made my shoulders tense up even more.

“Mr. Han?” I mumbled, my hands clenched tightly. My grip on the cup grew so strong that the coffee spilled over and ran down my wrist. Outside, an eerie silence hung in the air.

With a deep swallow, I gently placed the cup on the table and reached for a tissue. As I did so, I turned slowly to the sound of the door closing. My neck moved in an eerie manner, resembling the unnerving twists of a doll’s neck in a horror film. There, standing in the doorway, with his head suddenly jerking up, was Han Se-hyuk.

He had one hand casually tucked into his pants pocket, and his gaze was sharp and predatory.

“May I have a cup of coffee?” he asked, his tone surprisingly friendly given his demeanor. I stared at him for a moment, taking in his form-fitting black suit that did little to hide his sculpted physique. The fabric seemed to cling to his body as he moved.

Avoiding the urge to question why he closed the door, I turned my head away. I really didn’t want to see him today. I bit my lip and poured a cup of coffee.

The closed door continued to gnaw at my nerves. The Han Se-hyuk I used to know would have left no room for concern, but I had no idea what to expect from the Han Se-hyuk standing before me now.

My throat ached as his heavy footsteps drew nearer. I recognized the metallic sound of a watch being unscrewed. It felt as though my throat was constricting as he came closer from behind.

“Here’s your coffee. Mm-hmm.” He handed me the cup.

He ran his fingers subtly over the nape of my neck as if coffee had never been the purpose. With his back to me and his arms trapping me, I couldn’t help but clutch the cup tightly. I tried to tell myself not to tremble, but my resolve crumbled easily.

He leaned over, snatched the cup from my hand, and set it on the table. I lowered my head to avoid meeting his gaze, my fingernails digging into the dried coffee stains.

There were countless questions I wanted to ask him. Had he spent the night with Sooyin until dawn yesterday?

“You’re quite popular with the guys, aren’t you?”

“……….hehe.”

“Huh?”

I shook my head and bit on his ear as he grabbed my wrist to unbuckle his pants, but he slid his hand inside my pants. My grip on his wrist trembled.

I attempted crossing my knees and hunching forward at the waist, but his hand was already inside my v*g*na.  Two fingers swam fluidly inside the small gap.

 Knowing my physique better than He did, he stroked carefully, concentrating on a single spot. I couldn’t make a sound because I was scared of what might be within, so I panted like a breathless beast.    

“Open wider.”    

I shook my head, but it was useless.  He moved fast, flicking his finger as if he was planning something.  I couldn’t believe I was doing this in the locker room, but the scary p*nis pressing tight against my as$ had my heart hammering in my ears.  

He explored every inch of my v*g*na and circled my clit.    

“Please…….”

He chews on my ear while I gasp, powerless to stop him.    

“Please, more?”

I helplessly shake my head.    

“Your hole is slurping up my finger, and you want me to stop?”

His juice-covered fingers frantically stroked my firm clit, sending thrills down my spine. I whimpered and spilled my juices down there, but he didn’t stop, quickly moving in and out of my hole.      

His hand finally slid out, and he scooped me up by my wiggling waist and held me upright. I couldn’t even move as he buckled his own pants.

I braced myself against the table to avoid falling.  He pushed his lips to the back of my neck and inhaled deeply.

As the door opened, there was a scuffle outside, and he was pushed to the side.  He was struggling to breathe. The hand holding the table shook.    

“So, you mentioned Mr. Han was here?” Sooyin inquired.

Her heart felt heavy as she heard approaching footsteps.

“Yep. She made me some coffee, and I’ll take that,” he clarified.

“……”

She closed her eyes, aware of the heat from his touch still lingering on her skin. She stood there for as long as she could until their footsteps had faded completely, and then her legs gave way, causing her to slump to the floor.

My legs lacked strength.  My underwear was wet between my legs, and a gurgling of water flowed from my unnoticed body.  

His unexpected entrance threw my intentions for a leisurely coffee and a glance at the sky out the window.

“The boss is having dinner tonight, so we need to get the work done quickly and make sure everyone is there.”    

I could hear people rejoicing, but not me. I wasn’t happy at all.    

The boss’s statement about going to a familiar place sparked concerns and unease for her, leaving her feeling far from excited.

It became evident that the boss was in a good mood, and the reason for this became clear to her.

The boss mentioned that Royal Group was inclined to extend the project, which relieved her of some concerns. Sooyin, on the other hand, confidently expressed that she had nothing to worry about, almost as if it was a sure thing.

The afternoon was filled with a busy, impromptu meeting. In the midst of the chaos, Sooyin insisted on buying her favorite hamburger, and they went out for a quick meal. Despite her hangover, her mood soured as she observed Sooyin’s cheerful disposition.

After work, they split into groups of four or five to head to the meeting place he had arranged. Some decided to take a taxi, but there seemed to be some confusion about it. Ms. Kim, Mr. Park, herself, Ms. Sooyin, and him ended up together in a car. She felt like she was in an uncomfortable group of people. She glanced at him driving, saw Sooyin smiling next to him, and then looked out the window, regretting not taking a taxi alone.

The thought of Sooyin pretending to be friendly with him made her stomach twist. She replaced her lunch with coffee, which left a bitter taste in her mouth. As they continued the journey, she couldn’t see the scenery outside the window, and she tried to pass the time by counting the trees that quickly disappeared from view.

The car fell silent after Ms. Kim’s question about her blind date. She looked out the window and then back at Ms. Kim. The idea of Ms. Kim asking her about a blind date made her bite the inside of her cheeks.

As she made eye contact with him in the rearview mirror, she quickly averted her gaze, feeling as if she were guilty despite not having done anything wrong.

Sooyin asks about the blind date, hoping it’s the right time, and Ms. Kim confirms it. Sooyin expresses her excitement about the prospect of Se-yeon going on a blind date.

But Mr. Park’s eyes betray a hint of hurt, which makes Ms. Se-yeon feel a tingling sensation on the side of her face. Despite the atmosphere seemingly turning against her, she remains calm, knowing that she needs to stay composed in situations like this.

Ms. Kim then suggests that Se-yeon should find a man and get married. However, Se-yeon responds by saying she’s not interested in men or marriage, causing the mood in the car to plummet. She declares her intention to live alone for the rest of her life.

I completed my sentence and directed my attention towards the window. The somber atmosphere was abruptly shattered by the piercing sound of laughter emanating from a distance, sending shivers down my spine.

Sooyin, too, was taken aback, her eyes widened in astonishment. I averted my gaze and resolutely continued to peer out the window until we arrived at our designated meeting spot. I was already feeling weary.

“Se-yeon, are you consuming too much?” Mr. Park inquired.

“Ah… Mr. Park.”

“You seem somewhat inebriated. Are you feeling alright?”

A broad smile graced her face as she looked at the man seated beside him. My eyelids moved in a slow, rhythmic pattern. I eagerly downed the alcohol as soon as it was served, and it was evident that he was becoming intoxicated.

I could discern this from the way she continued to burst into laughter. Miho had warned me not to overindulge. Did she mention that my injections had a tendency to make people lose control?

I recalled her persistent advice. I pursed my lips and held onto my glass, stealing a glance at Mr. Park, who sat beside me, overseeing everything.

“Just one more drink, please.”

“Uh, really?”

“Yes, please. Thank you.”

Experiencing a surge of delight, I relished the sensation of standing out in a bustling crowd. A mischievous smirk crept onto my lips as I gradually turned my head towards the affectionate gaze I sensed beside me.

I locked eyes with him, seated at a distance, shooting daggers in my direction. His expression seemed ready to strangle me at any moment, but I remained unafraid, finding it only added to my amusement.

Maintaining unwavering eye contact with him, I raised my glass to my lips and savored my drink slowly, despite the prospect of Sooyin sharing something with him. I knew I shouldn’t be indulging further, but I was already inebriated.

I yearned for a fleeting escape, even if only for a moment.

“Could I have some water, please?”

“Of course. Thank you.”

I cast a quick glance at the individual seated in front of me, the very employee who had warmly addressed me by name. I reciprocated with a smile as he filled my cup with water.

Consciously, I avoided turning my gaze in his direction, even though I sensed his inquisitive eyes upon me. After all, Sooyin was seated right beside him, and it would only wound my heart further.

I brushed aside a stray strand of hair and took a sip. The alcohol smoothly descended down my throat, igniting a warmth within my core.

I drank in an attempt to forget, yet it seemed to trigger thoughts I yearned to escape.

I let out a brief sigh. Drinking as a means to forget was a falsehood. It left a bitter taste in my mouth.

The dinner concluded earlier than I had anticipated. As I recalled the unease I had experienced during the journey back home, I decided it was best to call a taxi.

I had the money he had given me, and I intended to use it for this purpose.

“Get in,” he uttered, or so I believed.

“…No, I’m already in a taxi…”

“Get in.”

Doesn’t he perceive the piercing gazes? Even if I opted for a taxi, he seemed oblivious.

“Se-yeon, join us for a ride. Mr. Han offered to give you a lift,” Sooyin proclaimed.

The slight curl of her lips in response to Sooyin’s affected tone sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t conceal my disdain.

He directed an intimidating glare at me, his eyes harboring a more frightening expression. Yet, I remained inexplicably unafraid.

“Thank you.”

I expressed my gratitude for the ride and settled into the car. I muttered something about Ms. Kim being a wolf, but when she entered the vehicle, my words turned sweet as honey.

I closed my eyes and leaned back in the seat. By the way, he hadn’t been drinking.

“Mr. Han, I understand you must be tired, but thank you for giving me a ride to work. My car broke down, so is it okay?…”

“It’s okay.”

I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at Sooyin’s claim about her car breaking down. She didn’t own just one car, but three, and yet here she was, shamelessly telling such a fib.

A wry twist marred her lips as she gazed at Han Se-hyuk, who had fallen for her story once more.

“Please, stop me right there.”

On the way, Mr. Park and Ms. Kim alighted from the car first. With an uncomfortable space now remaining for just the three of us, I contemplated taking a taxi and requested that he drop me off at a random location, but he continued driving as if he hadn’t heard.

“Please, let me out here.”

As the subway entrance came into sight, I once more walked past it, my frustration mounting. I bit down on my lip, feeling a surge of annoyance.

“Mr. Han, Ms. Sooyin, I can get off right there,” I suggested.

Sooyin emitted a derisive snort and gestured towards a random stop.

“…Where’s your house?”

“It’s just up ahead.”

His eyebrows arched as he turned to me, seemingly detecting my dishonesty. But at that point, I cared more about my own comfort and preferred to disembark and hail a cab.

At last, the car came to a halt.

“Thank you,” I said, and before he could reply, I swiftly exited the vehicle. I couldn’t help but offer a bitter smile as I recalled Sooyin’s parting grin and her caution to be careful.

The car skidded away, vanishing into the distance. I gazed after it for a moment and then retrieved my phone, pressing the call button.

The beginning of summer had arrived, and there wasn’t even a refreshing breeze in the air. I placed the back of my hand against my flushed, overheated face.

“Hello?”

“Miho.”

“Why.”

I could almost envision the expression on Miho’s face as she responded with a grunt, and I chuckled once more.

“Can I come over to your house?”

“You’re drunk. Where are you?” I chuckled under my breath, but it seemed Miho had picked up on it.

“I told you not to drink too much, didn’t I? This just ignited some guy’s passion!”

“Don’t nag me. I wasn’t laughing.”

“Is it because I don’t know about your shots?” I pouted my lips.

“So, would you like me to go there?”

“Okay, I’ll be right there,” she responded.

When she mentioned that a taxi would pick her up at her place and that she should call her once she got a ride, she agreed and ended the call. She may not be a child, but Miho doesn’t need to see her in this drunken state.

I hopped into a taxi and sent a text to Miho. Opening the window, the wind tousled my hair and left a fiery tingle. I let my tightly bound hair fall free, which I had tied up before entering the cab.

Closing my eyes against the gusts, I felt as if I were alone in the world. The radio, turned on by the taxi driver, played the song “Farewell Taxi.” “Where are we going, ma’am?” the driver inquired. I hummed along with the lyrics in my mouth.

Just like the song’s lyrics, I truly felt adrift. I gradually opened my eyes and gazed out the window. The scenery was passing by in a sorrowful manner on this poignant night.

As I recognized a familiar neighborhood, I called out to Miho. I spotted Miho waving in the distance, and my sinking mood lifted once more. Well, I pretended to be in good spirits.

“Miho!”

“Oh my God, are you completely drunk?”

“No, I’m not,” I insisted, having to raise my voice to communicate with Miho, who gently pinched my cheek, warning me not to giggle.

“Her face! If you end up with a bruise, you’ll have to deal with it!”

Miho also questioned, “Are you going to wear shoes?” as she encouraged me to come inside. I kicked off my shoes and stepped into the house, where a mouthwatering aroma wafted through the air.

“It smells delicious.”

“Didn’t you have anything tasty at the party?”

“I did.”

“I had only alcohol. I couldn’t find any snacks, so I ended up drinking just alcohol. That lovely scent is making me hungry.”

“Give me some food.”

“Did you save some food for me?”

As Miho playfully smacked me on the head, I bit her forearm.

“Those shots! I warned you not to bite me!”

“Don’t be such a brat.”

“I’ll set the table, and you have to wash your hands. Brush your teeth too. You reek of alcohol.”

This was Mi-ho, the ever-nagging one. All of a sudden, she felt a rush of affection for her girlfriend. She dutifully washed her hands, brushed her teeth, and even washed her face as Miho had advised.

As she casually took a seat at the table, a plate filled with delectable side dishes was set before her. Miho mentioned she had prepared stew for dinner and pushed a soup bowl brimming with stew in front of her.

“I can’t.”

“What?”

“You’re my saksi,” she playfully replied.

I nearly risked a head injury as Miho playfully tapped me on the head with her spoon to get my attention.

“Oh, I’m stuffed. I feel like my stomach’s going to explode.”

“You’ve eaten all that and you’re full? You must have a really sensitive stomach.”

“Are you concerned about me now?” I teased, wrapping my arm around my caring friend and rubbing her cheek. However, she didn’t reciprocate.

“Sit on the couch.”

“I’m going to sleep here tonight.”

“I know.”

How did he know that?

“I’ll come get you early tomorrow, and we’ll go out together.”

“Thanks.”

It’s a shame; she’s such a talented cook.

“Just one beer,” I requested.

I mumbled, seizing a can from the fridge, and headed to the couch. Behind me, I heard a gurgling sound. She didn’t try to stop me; instead, she placed a plate of fruit on the table and advised me to consume it slowly.

Giggling, I focused on a show Miho mentioned she had been watching recently. My bag vibrated, but I pretended not to notice. There was only one person who would reach out to me at this hour.

“Miho.”

“Hmm?”

“It’s me… Do you want to come over?”

Miho turned away from the television to gaze at me, her eyes widened, and she swallowed nervously.

“…Is something the matter?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I replied.

“No, there is,” she insisted.

“I was just joking,” I quickly reassured her.

I realized I should put an end to my drinking; I was spouting nonsense. Setting my beer can down on the table, I smiled at Miho, who was scrutinizing my expression as if trying to decipher my thoughts.

“Are you serious?” she inquired.

“Yeah. It’s different from the last time I considered it. You’re acting like you have something on your mind.”

“Me?”

“You’re not going to say it? Spit it out quickly…”

Miho hadn’t even completed her sentence when the sharp ringing of the doorbell diverted both her and my attention to the left.

“Is there someone arriving at this time?” I wondered.

“I don’t know. Who could it be?” Miho pondered aloud.

I didn’t know who it was, but I was grateful. A shiver ran down my spine because when Miho started suspecting something, she became relentless and obsessive, digging until she found answers.

“Huh? Huh?!” Miho’s voice almost reached a scream, and she sprang up from the couch, standing frozen.

“Uh, how?” I asked.

He entered the living room of Miho’s house with a menacing expression on his face. I was so startled that I couldn’t even find my voice.

I stood there, struggling to catch my breath, as he approached me.

“Why weren’t you answering the phone?” he demanded.

I staggered backward, sensing that he might strangle me if I remained immobile. It was Miho who intervened, her expression seething with anger.

“Han Se-hyuk?”

“Han Se-hyuk? Are you at a loss for words?”

Miho initially panicked and called for help, but then, after regaining her composure, she glared at me and stormed off.

“Why is he looking for you!”

“Cha Se-yeon, I’ll take you.”

My heart felt as if it were about to burst, or perhaps it had stopped. How had he discovered I was here and he come searching for me? I blinked in disbelief.

“Come outside” he commanded.

I gazed at him, but I was incapable of even moving a finger, let alone a foot. As I stood there, he took a step towards me.

“What makes you think you can trust her?” he questioned.

Miho shoved him in the shoulder, her temper flaring as she scolded him, appearing prepared to throw a punch. He shot me an inquisitive glance, then whispered something to Miho in a hushed tone.

“I’m safer than you,” he murmured.

“Who says you’re safer than me?” Miho retorted.

I couldn’t bear to stand by and witness this escalating confrontation. My fists clenched, and I was about to interject and tell them to stop.

“You… You don’t even have a conscience, do you?” one of them accused.

“What? What? Se-yeon’s suffering because of you…!” the other retorted.

“Miho!” I urgently called out Miho’s name, blocking their way. Her dazed eyes were fixed on my face. I tried to maintain a facade of composure, but my hands were trembling. I turned and grabbed Miho’s hand.

“I’m sorry. I’ll explain everything later. I’m really, truly sorry.”

Miho clamped her mouth shut, her disapproval evident. I grabbed my bag, feigning ignorance of Miho’s disapproving glares.

“Let’s go,” I said, following him as he took the lead. Once we stepped into the elevator, he seemed to come to life. I could sense his gaze fixed on me, but I avoided making eye contact and stared straight ahead.

“Why were you smiling at those other jerks, huh? Didn’t that pan out for you?” he questioned.

“…….”

“Is that why you rushed to him? Feeling lonely without his touch?”

Was it the alcohol that gave me the courage? Ordinarily, I would have remained silent in the face of such an offensive remark, but this time, I glared at him with resentment in my eyes.

“Did you have a good time with Sooyin? Did you come to me because you weren’t satisfied with Sooyin alone?”

“What?”

“I came to you, willing to go as far as you wanted. Why? What’s wrong with that?!”

He grabbed my wrist, and it was clear that he was genuinely furious. As soon as the elevator doors opened, I followed him in silence to his car.

I observed the muscles in his jaw twitching, and my chest felt tight, as if it were on the verge of bursting open.