The Breakup Between You and Me - Side Story 5. Se-hyuk

Side Story 5. Se-hyuk

I walked with her among the tall cypress trees. I understood why she liked them. Not long ago, she was crying loudly, but when we entered the grove, her smile appeared. I peeked at her face and watched her closely.

Under the tree, in her white dress, she looked like a fairy just for me. I knelt and asked her if I could meet someone else.

How could I find another person when she’s the only one in my heart? My heart belonged only to her, and I was scared she was serious. I asked myself, why did we break up? What was the reason? If she just looked at me once, I promised I wouldn’t hurt her again.

I would dedicate my entire life to you. I’m willing to sacrifice everything for you. She gave a slight nod, visibly affected by his sincere admission. I envelop her in a tight hug, my arms shaking nervously, fearing rejection like a fool.

With her small, seemingly insignificant gesture, it feels like I’m fluctuating between heaven and hell. My heart is pounding, eagerly anticipating her to at least consider my words.

As she lifts her head to meet my gaze, I intentionally hold her even closer. I don’t want her to see my foolish expression, my mouth hanging open in anticipation.

I was contemplating my outfit for our Christmas date when she called, and a smile crossed my face at the sight of her name: “My Love?.” However, I couldn’t meet her. Disheartened, I slouched on the couch. I had pre-purchased movie tickets and stocked up on groceries for a cozy evening at home. Despite her somber expression, I instructed her to call me when she was finished.

Although I wanted to repeatedly ask her about the promise she made and if she was leaving me, I held back because we had agreed to take things slow. After a while, I called, just to be sure, but she didn’t answer. It’s Christmas, and I’m starting to worry if I won’t see her again, but then I hear the doorbell.

There was only one person who could be at the door. Jumping up from the couch, I eagerly checked to see who rang the bell. She stood at the door and suggested we talk outside instead of coming in. Without even putting on a robe, I rushed out the door.

 As I opened the door, it felt as if my heart had vacated my chest. Even though she was trying to conceal it, I could tell she had been crying. My heart raced with worry. Why else would she be in tears?

I questioned if it was because of me, pondering various possibilities. If she had to cry, I wished she would do it in front of me. The thought of her crying when I wasn’t around left me breathless.

She greeted me with a bright “Merry Christmas!” and enveloped me in a tight hug around the waist. Her eyes were swollen, and her nose was red from crying.

I wanted to understand the reason behind her tears, but her infectious smile kept emerging, driving me to the brink of frustration. I couldn’t conceal my emotions. Heart, stay steady.

“Is that a question – ‘Do you like me that much?’?” I adore you to the point where I would sacrifice my life for you. Despite her weakened state, I couldn’t contain my excitement, hugging her repeatedly. Yet, it still felt insufficient.

After all these years of silence, my c*ck is on a rampage all by itself. Her tight v*g*na can hardly withstand mine. Even though it’s my c*ck, I cannot handle it.

I can’t stop giggling as I s*ck on the side of her v*g*na—it’s that fantastic and I’m laughing so hard my mouth is tearing up as she yells the words “Se-Hyuk” and bolts into the house.

I resolved not to rush her, but impatience was creeping in. I eagerly anticipate moving in with her, yet her house lights remain off. Normally, she switches them on right away upon entering. Realizing something might be amiss, I dash up the stairs.

I stood by the door and listened, but there was silence inside. Exhaustion made me wonder if she had fallen asleep. Turning around, I heard a loud thud against the front door.

About to knock, she suddenly screamed. Swiftly entering the code, I opened the door, only to widen my eyes at the unsettling sight. Without a second thought, I grabbed her arm, pulling her back, and positioning myself between her and the gleaming knife.

With determination, I seized the knife with my bare hands, fully aware that releasing it would put her in danger. Behind me, she continued to scream, “Ha ha. Get out, you don’t listen to me.”

Focusing on subduing her agitated maternal uncle, I couldn’t help but worry about her shock. I wrapped the stolen knife in my coat and discarded it on the floor.

Lying on the floor, she wished she could silence her howling uncle. Cursed inspiration – if it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t have been left alone.

He cried as if on the brink of collapse. Another ring interrupted the chaos. I vowed it wouldn’t happen again, reassuring her it was okay, but she continued to cry as if breathless. Glancing at her pale face, I blacked out.

Being in the hospital had one silver lining: she didn’t miss a beat. She looked so beautiful. I sternly told her not to take such risks again. No, I cherish her more than my own life.

If it ever happens, I’d jump in without hesitation, like a moth aware of its impending demise. Blushing bright red, I shook my head as she asked me to stay still.

I will be leaving tomorrow anyway, so the nurse will not be visiting. I worry too much. With anxiety, I roll my eyes at her. She swallows dryly as she lowers her patient pants.

My p*nis swells to the brim when she swallows, even though I didn’t ask her to s*ck it. It drips with pre-cum when she picks it up and bobs it around.

I can’t help but feel like shoving my throbbing glans into her throat. She blushed all over when I unknowingly laid her down on the bed. I tried to stop myself from masturbating, but I couldn’t.

I ended up using a hospital bed for three cumming sessions. I resolved to live hard because I felt like I might die with her, but I also couldn’t leave her alone.

Though not as much as Cha Sooyin, I still enjoyed her. If I had to pick, Cha Sooyin would be my first choice. She’s all I need.    I gave her a tight hug and told her that if she wanted a child, I would cum deep inside her womb ten times a day,

* * *

A year later.

Wearing an apron, I eagerly awaited her arrival. A few days ago, I overheard at a dinner party that Jimin had surprised her husband with something special. He loved it, and I figured she might enjoy it too. I thought, perhaps, I could replace the apron’s centerpiece with a piece of fruit.

I stood up the moment I saw her, but she seemed upset. Startled, she ran away, seemingly unaware that she only needed one chopstick to unlock the door. I wondered, “Where are the chopsticks?” Lululala.

I can’t help but hum. Watching his dick bounce with each step made me laugh.  She went off to her dressing room, where she swung her hips like a slut in front of the mirror, and I wanted to give her a pat on the back.

Perhaps I ought to install mirrors in every space—including the kitchen. I leaned over her after a passionate kiss and proposed to her. What happens if she says she’ll give it some thought? Anxiety makes the hand gripping the ring shake.

She hesitated for a short while before answering “Yes.” I watched the cum come out from under her and swallowed hard. Reporting my apron, I thought I should at least finish the rest of the work and feed her.

I reached for the kitchen without giving it any thought, pressing my hand hard on my erect p*nis. After I gave her a substantial meal, we strolled around the garden and discussed getting a marriage license.

I bided my time, waiting for her to decline. I adored her statement that she would never reconsider. It was chilly, but not in a bad way. It was, in fact, warm. She closed her eyes as I lowered my face to kiss her.

I cradled her face against my chest, both of us appearing at ease. Perhaps our separation wasn’t truly a farewell, just a temporary pause before we reunited. The intensity of our love triggered jealousy in the gods, prompting them to impose a hiatus. Now that we’ve endured this break, our love can continue, never needing a rest.

I recognized that look, meant solely for me. It was the gaze I had sorely missed, the one she used to give me when her world revolved around mine. My heart swelled in my chest, and tears threatened to spill.

No matter how many years pass, no matter the wrinkles or concerns about weight and belly fat, no one could ever surpass her beauty.

Even when other women or celebrities pass by, questioning their attractiveness, my response will always be that she is the most beautiful. It’s not just a line; it’s the undeniable truth. Sooyin, let’s create our happily ever after.

Even as we age, as our waists curve and stature shorten, as our skin sags and white snow graces our hair, even as our steps slow down, we won’t release the hand we’re holding.

We’ll continue walking side by side. Let’s savor our meals slowly and share whispered expressions of love before we retire for the night.

Though time may be limited, and we’ve circled life’s block many times, I’m committed to giving you all my love for as long as I live. No, you’re correct – even beyond death. You just need to speak, and I’ll be there to listen. I love you, I love you. Words fall short of capturing the depth of my affection. Sooyin, I love you, I love you, I love you.