I Couldn't Tell You Who It Was

“Haeseo!”

When I opened my front door, I saw Yeonseon hanging his head down.

His eyes were glistening with tears. When I saw the reflection of my figure filling those watery eyes, he hugged me tightly. He placed all his weight into his embrace, making me take a few steps backward. Just like that, we were in each other’s arms as we entered my room.

The door slammed shut.

Yeonseon said he wanted to talk with me, and although we were now face-to-face, he didn’t say a single word. He didn’t make a sound or a sigh. He simply hugged me and poured kisses on my face, around my ears, and on my hair. Without pause, he pushed his tongue between my lips.

I also got carried away. Since that incident at the recording room, how long had it been since I last saw Yeonseon? He was the only person I allowed to feel my body, my skin, and my breath longer than necessary. I missed his scent and warmth that filled my arms. Yeonseon was the first person I hugged this tightly after my mother died.

As our tongues intertwined ravenously, Yeonseon hurriedly stripped off my shirt. He undid my buttons, almost ripping them off, then unbuckled my pants, pulling them down. We tripped on each other’s legs in the process and tumbled to the floor. Yeonseon didn’t stop devouring my lips and my chin.

Perhaps it was because he was stopped midway once before, Yeonseon was not hesitant, but he had no leisure. I could tell from his desperate kisses and from how he threw off his own shirt carelessly on the floor.

Despite the other relentlessly coming onto me, I didn’t feel like it was violence. Rather, I felt like trash for letting him do whatever he wished. As my clothes were stripped off and my skin was exposed to the bright light of day, his breathing grew more ragged. He was getting excited as it dawned on him that he could touch me with nothing in his way.

The more he desired me, Yeonseon moved more sluggish since he felt immense pain constricting his heart and lungs. He eventually placed both hands at my sides and started breathing rapidly and shallowly.

It was just like when we were in the car.

“Yeonseon.” I caressed his face, which had grown pale in an instant. His hot beads of sweat grew cold and dropped on my torso. Yeonseon frowned and bit his lip. He couldn’t breathe, and he scratched at the floor, unable to grasp anything. His arms quivered, taut with tension.

As I thought… But perhaps this was a good thing.

I reached out to my side and felt for my phone. When I felt the hard shell of the device, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. I was planning on calling the person who could end Yeonseon’s pain.

I couldn’t solve this by myself.

“Don’t do it.” Yeonseon grabbed my hand which held my phone. His hoarse voice was forced out from between his blue lips. Yeonseon’s face contorted in pain, and he shook his head fervently. Don’t, don’t do it—his fingers were cold.

“It’s not good for you to stay like this any longer.”

“No.” Maybe he was having a hard time because he only had short answers. Yeonseon scratched his throat. Red lines were drawn on his pale neck. He was still refusing everything. Then, he muttered, projecting his vague annoyance with himself and clear self-hate, “Damn it! This useless body…!”

Yeonseon, whose self-esteem had all but dissipated, pleaded to me after hurting himself, “Don’t do it, Haeseo.”

“…”

“Please, I don’t want it.”

For a moment, I looked away from his face to the side, then I pulled Yeonseon’s face to my chest. I covered Yeonseon’s eyes as he continued to breathe unevenly, just like when Yeonseon did it for me when I saw the woman on the bridge.

I whispered gently into his ears like I was singing him a lullaby, “Yeonseon, calm down. To tell you the truth, we’re not alone.”

I looked at one end of my living room. To be specific, I looked at the wall behind the television. I stared at the person standing in that place I had always tried not to look at.

“There’s a woman with long black hair. Her hair comes down to her elbows. She’s wearing a long, light pink cardigan, black dress, and her shirt…” I said, then I smiled slightly, “I can’t see very well because it’s drenched in blood.”

“…”

“Same with her legs.”

I didn’t know how Yeonseon would take my words.

The only time I was honest about what I saw was when I was younger. After my grandmother passed away, I learned that nothing good came from talking about those things out loud. That was why, last time, when I told him that I saw something weird, I never told him the details.

“Seeing her head injury, she must have fallen from the rooftop of my apartment. She looks young.”

Yeonseon said nothing. Maybe he didn’t fully comprehend my words because he was having difficulties. However, his breathing seemed to have evened.

Thank goodness.

“She’s not always in my apartment. She stays longer when it’s rainy, but only for a few hours when it’s sunny.”

I wondered what he was thinking about. I felt like Yeonseon would bolt up and scorn me for telling bad jokes, which made my heart shrink in fear.

Even though I knew I couldn’t solve this problem, I found Yeonseon so endearing for needing me. Even though he felt his life was in danger, he couldn’t give up being with me. So, I wanted to do whatever he wished.

I was deranged. I felt love from seeing his pained face.

“There are three people here… Yeonseon,” I said as I shoved my hand in Yeonseon’s pants. I slowly massaged his now-flaccid member.

I carefully studied Yeonseon’s face and craned my head down to meet his lips. I kissed his handsome ears, licked his cheek as it regained its color, and playfully nipped at his upper lip. Thankfully, Yeonseon kissed me back.

I massaged his member and kissed him several times. He started getting hard in my hands. Yeonseon’s breathing turned from pained to heated, drenched in sweetness. His breath tickled my ears. As his body on top of mine grew hotter, my heart fluttered.

I pressed my hips against Yeonseon at half-mast and rubbed against it, whispering, “…Let’s keep going.”

As soon as I said that, Yeonseon grazed his teeth against my lips and neck. He pinned down my shoulders and lifted my waist with his other hand, rubbing fiercely up against me.

“Haeseo, Haeseo.” His heated voice clung to me, incomparable to his hot breath I felt moments ago. I was excited since I started touching and kissing Yeonseon. As our hot genitals rubbed against each other, moans started to leak out. My waist bounced even without Yeonseon having to lift it.

After he voraciously swallowed my lips, he looked down at me. His gaze was brimming with desperation and lust. I felt swept away and stroked his sweat-drenched cheek. “Are you… all right now?”

Yeonseon didn’t reply. He looked anxious and urgent. However, I didn’t see the same urgency from when he first entered my room. Like the wick of a candle burned to the end, he felt pressed because of his growing desires.

He moved down, putting my member in his mouth.

“Ngh…!” I broke out into a sweat as I felt a jolt of electricity up my spine. I felt Yeonseon’s tongue touch my sensitive shaft. I was washed away by the warm and moist sensation—as the bumpy papillae of his tongue licked my member, my hips jolted and writhed. Yeonseon pushed down my hips and thighs, opening my body that was closing in on itself.

“Ah, ah, ah…! Yeonseon…Yeonseon.”

My lower body lost its freedom. I tried to sit up, scratching at Yeonseon’s shoulders and arms. Yeonseon’s warm skin felt slippery under my palms. Groaning, I eventually had to grasp the back of Yeonseon’s sweaty head and flop back down. The place under my belly button simmered with heat. My thighs trembled at the waves of pleasure that washed over me.

“Y-Yeonseon, I’m coming…!” Then the next moment, I grasped at the floor and clenched my jaws.

“Ngh!” Between my pressed lips, my moan that I couldn’t suppress leaked out. A gratifying thrill coursed through all the veins throughout my body. My head grew blank. At the same time, the tension in all my muscles completely relaxed.