cikgu Vinna, berusia 25 tahun, baru melangsungkan perkahwinan, bertudung, sexy dan gebu. Turut tinggal bersamanya, Zal. adik nya. Seperti biasa, cikgu Vinna pergi dan pulang mengajar di sekolah berhampiran rumahnya. Sehingga pada suatu petang selepas pulang dari sekolah.
cikgu Vinna mandi seperti biasa. Kemudian setelah selesai berpakaian, dia menuju ke dapur. Dia terbau keharuman kopi panas dari arah dapur. Memang tadi dia telah menjerang air untuk minum petang tetapi dia kehairanan dengan bau kopi itu.
Dia terdengar bunyi pintu peti sejuk di tutup. cikgu Vinna separuh berlari ke arah dapur. “Zal. Zal. ” Laung perlahan cikgu Vinna, menyangkakan adiknya Zal pulang. Di pintu dapur cikgu Vinna terperanjat besar.
Seorang pemuda yang tidak dikenalinya sedang duduk di meja sambil menghirup kopi. “Siapa kamu? ” Pemuda itu kelihatan seperti samseng jalanan. Usianya awal dua puluhan. Orangnya bertubuh sederhana berkulit cerah dan memakai pakaian serba hitam.
Rambutnya pendek berduri-duri ala komando dan dia juga berkaca mata hitam. cikgu Vinna menggeletar tetapi dia cuba mengawal dirinya supaya pemuda itu tidak tahu yang dirinya di dalam ketakutan.
Pemuda itu tidak menjawab pertanyaannya. Dengan perlahan dia meletakkan tangannya di atas meja dan terus menghirup kopi yang panas itu. cikgu Vinna cuba menggertak sambil membetulkan cermin matanya untuk melihat pemuda itu dengan lebih jelas, “Lebih baik kamu keluar. kalau tidak! ” cikgu Vinna cuba menunjuk garang walaupun sebenarnya manik-manik keringat yang dingin kerana ketakutan mulai kelihatan di dahinya.
“cikgu Vinna ye! ” “Siapa kau? ” cikgu Vinna semakin takut apabila namanya disebut oleh pemuda itu. “Siapa saya? Itu tak penting cikgu. yang penting adik cikgu, Zal berhutang dengan saya. ” ” ‘Zal? Berhutang?.
Apa yang kamu buat dengan dia? Di mana dia sekarang? ” “Dia okay cikgu, jangan bimbang. ” Mata cikgu Vinna melirik telefon di dinding dapur rumahnya. Dia berlari dan mengangkat gagang telefon itu tetapi telefon itu tidak lagi mempunyai nada dail. Waktu itu pemuda itu mulai ketawa. “Tak payah telefon mana-mana le cikgu oi, saya dah putuskan talian telefon cikgu semasa cikgu sedang mandi tadi.
” cikgu Vinna tidak tahu untuk membuat apa-apa lagi. Seorang pemuda yang tidak dikenalinya berada di dalam rumah. Dia cuba bersikap tenang tetapi ketakutan telah menguasai dirinya, dia mulai menangis. Pemuda itu bangun dan berjalan menghampiri cikgu Vinna. “cikgu, saya tak nak kecoh-kecoh.
saya cuma nak barang saya saja. cikgu kasi saya pil-pil tu, saya janji kalau cikgu kasi saya pil-pil tu saya akan keluar dan akan beritahu kawan-kawan saya supaya lepaskan Zal.
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” “Pil-pil tu. pil-pil tu saya dah buang. saya dah buang kesemuanya, tak. tak. tak ada lagi. saya buang di dalam longkang besar di belakang rumah! ” Pemuda itu tidak berkata apa-apa, dia hanya menundukkan kepalanya menahan marah, kemudian dia mendongak dengan wajahnya yang merah padam dan menerkam ke arah cikgu Vinna. Leher cikgu Vinna dicekak dengan keras. “Celaka betul! Zal beritahu aku kau buang barang tu di dalam longkang.
Aku tidak percaya, sangkakan dia menipu! ” Kasar bahasa pemuda itu, mulai menunjukkan belangnya yang sebenar. Tangan lelaki itu masih mencengkam leher cikgu Vinna dan tubuhnya yang lampai itu terhimpit ke dinding dapur. Terbayang oleh cikgu Vinna kejadian dua hari sudah apabila Zal berulang kali menyebut, ‘.
matilah Zal kak. matilah Zal. ‘ cikgu Vinna tidak mengerti maksud adiknya itu sehinggalah bila dia berada di dalam situasi yang menakutkan itu. “Lepaskan saya. lepaskan. pil-pil tu tak ada dengan saya, saya dah buang! ” Pemuda itu menapak setapak ke belakang dan menampar kuat muka cikgu Vinna. Tamparan itu menggegarkan seluruh tubuhnya. Cermin matanya senget dan segera dibetulkan semula. Seumur hidupnya, cikgu Vinna tidak pernah ditampar. Sakitnya bukan kepalang. Dia cuba menolak pemuda itu untuk melepaskan dirinya tetapi tangan pemuda itu memegang kuat tangannya. “cikgu jangan naikkan darah saya, saya cuba berlembut dengan cikgu.
beri saja barang saya tu. jangan nak berbohong. ingat cikgu, Zal ada dengan kami. ” “Apa yang kau mahu lagi ha? Mau apa lagi? Saya dah cakap, saya dah buang benda-benda tu ke dalam longkang.
tak ada lagi! ” Pemuda itu mulai menyinga semula, cikgu Vinna dapat merasainya dari sinar mata pemuda itu dan apabila melihat dia mengetap giginya. “Kau buang barang tu ya.
bodoh! Zal sepatutnya menghantar barang tu kepada seseorang dan hantar lima ribu ringgit kepada aku! cikgu buang ke dalam longkang ye! Sekarang cikgu berhutang lima ribu ringgit dengan saya, saya tidak akan pergi selagi cikgu tak bayar saya lima ribu ringgit.
” cikgu Vinna bagaikan tidak percaya yang perkara itu boleh berlaku di dalam rumahnya sendiri. Dia ketakutan dan masih terisak-isak menangis. Telinganya masih berdesing-desing kesan tamparan pemuda itu tadi. “Saya tak ada wang sebanyak itu, kalau ada pun.
bagaimana saya akan tahu yang kau tak akan apa-apakan saya dan adik saya. ” “Dengar sini cikgu, saya tidak peduli tentang cikgu dan adik cikgu. Saya cuma nak wang saya sebanyak lima ribu ringgit sekarang.
” cikgu Vinna tahu suaminya ada menyimpan wang tunai lebih kurang enam ribu ringgit di dalam bilik. Katanya, untuk tujuan kecemasan jika berlaku sesuatu yang memerlukan wang tunai dengan segera. Pemuda itu menarik rambut cikgu Vinna. Dia mengugut cikgu Vinna yang dia akan menelefon kawan-kawannya dan menyuruh mereka memukul Zal jika dia tidak memberikannya lima ribu ringgit. Waktu itu cikgu Vinna mengalah dan memberitahu yang dia mempunyai wang sebanyak itu di dalam bilik di tingkat atas rumahnya. Pemuda itu memegang tangan cikgu Vinna dan berkata, “Jom, kita ambik.
” Mereka berdua naik ke bilik tidur, pemuda itu tidak melepaskan tangan cikgu Vinna. cikgu Vinna mengambil sampul yang berisi wang itu, kemudian mereka turun semula ke ruang dapur. cikgu Vinna menyerahkan sampul wang kepada pemuda itu. Dia memberitahu pemuda itu supaya mengambil kesemua wang itu dan segera beredar dari rumahnya. Pemuda itu menyergah cikgu Vinna dan menyuruhnya menutup mulut. Dia merenung wajah cikgu Vinna dengan satu pandangan yang tajam. Pemuda itu mengira wang tebal itu dengan pantas. Setelah cukup lima ribu ringgit, dia memasukkan wang itu ke dalam kocek seluarnya dan baki wang itu dimasukkan semula ke dalam sampul dan diletakkan di atas meja. “Sekarang tolong call kawan-kawan kamu.
kamu dah dapat duit yang kamu nak, beritahu kawan-kawan kamu supaya lepaskan Zal. ” Pemuda itu berkata, “Ok cikgu, betul tu. saya akan call kawan-kawan saya, tapi.
selepas cikgu hisap batang saya dulu. ” “Apa? ” cikgu Vinna tidak percaya dengan apa yang didengarnya, dia memikirkan di dalam keadaannya yang ketakutan itu membuatkan dia tersilap dengar. Pemuda itu dengan tenang mengulangi apa yang dikatakannya tadi. “cikgu dengar tak, hisap batang saya dulu.
kemudian saya akan pergi. cikgu tak faham ye! cikgu tak ada pilihan, cikgu mesti hisap batang saya. cikgu tak tahu betapa tensionnya saya dua hari ini kerana perbuatan cikgu dan adik cikgu.
” cikgu Vinna cuba membantah. “Jangan kurang ajar! jaga sikit cakap tu! ” Sebelum sempat cikgu Vinna menyambung cakapnya, pemuda itu menghayun tangannya ke muka cikgu Vinna dengan kuat. Terjerit cikgu Vinna dengan tamparan itu. Tersandar dia di dinding dapur, tetek nya bergegar di sebalik baju kurungnya. “cikgu, kalau cikgu tak mau hisap batang saya.
tahulah saya mengajar cikgu! ” Kemudian pemuda itu tanpa segan-silu melondehkan seluar dan seluar dalamnya sehingga berderap ke lantai. batang kote nya yang keras terpacak ke atas. “Ya Tuhan.
” Hanya itu yang terpacul daripada mulut cikgu Vinna. Tolonglah. jangan buat saya macam ni, saya dah beri kamu duit. tolonglah! ” “cikgu tolong dengar, saya tak punya banyak masa ni. cikgu mesti hisap batang saya, kalau tidak. ” cikgu Vinna menggeletar dan tidak tahu apa yang perlu dilakukan di saat-saat begitu.
Pemuda itu memeluk tubuh lampai cikgu Vinna dan mendakap rapat ke tubuhnya. Dia berbisik ke telinga cikgu Vinna. “cikgu takut ye? ” “Mm. ” terketar-ketar cikgu Vinna bersuara dengan air matanya yang berlinang.
“cikgu jangan takut, buat saja apa yang saya suruh. saya tidak akan apa-apakan cikgu. ” cikgu Vinna terisak-isak, tetek nya yang sederhana besar terpenyek di dada pemuda itu.
Batang keras pemuda itu menujah pehanya. Pemuda itu terus berbisik di telinganya. “cikgu tolong buat apa yang saya cakap, saya tidak akan apa-apakan cikgu kalau cikgu ikut cakap saya. ” “Tolong, tolonglah dik. ” “Tolong jangan panggil saya adik. kawan-kawan panggil saya Rommi” Semasa berbisik itu pemuda itu menggesel-gesel batang kote nya di peha cikgu Vinna.
cikgu Vinna dapat merasakan yang batang itu telah bertambah keras. “Rommi, dengarlah kata saya ni. saya tak pernah buat benda tu. ” Sambil bercakap Rommi memaut pinggang cikgu Vinna.
Dia memaut dagu cikgu Vinna dan menyapu air matanya. cikgu Vinna tidak percaya dengan apa yang sedang berlaku ke atas dirinya di dapur rumahnya. cikgu Vinna ingin berkata-kata tetapi Rommi meletakkan jarinya di atas bibir cikgu Vinna.
“Syh. cikgu jangan cakap banyak. cikgu. cikgu cantik tau, geram saya. ” Rommi melabuhkan tangan ke bontot pejal cikgu Vinna dan meramas- ramas bontot yang berbalut kain itu.
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cikgu Vinna semakin takut, bertambah takut apabila membayangkan apakah yang akan berlaku selanjutnya. “cikgu rasa tak. cikgu dapat rasa tak batang saya yang keras ni? ” Rommi menggesel-gesel batang kote nya ke peha cikgu Vinna sambil memaut rapat tubuh wanita itu.
Dia merenggangkan seketika tubuhnya daripada tubuh cikgu Vinna untuk membuka jaket kulit hitamnya, mendedahkan tubuh tegapnya berbalut t-shirt merah. Kemudian dia memeluk erat kembali tubuh cikgu Vinna.
cikgu Vinna hilang arah, rasanya dia ingin menjerit sekuat-kuat hatinya tetapi dia takut Rommi akan bertindak lebih ganas. Rommi mahukan dia menghisap batang kote nya jika cikgu Vinna mahu dia beredar dari situ.
cikgu Vinna terasa tangan Rommi di atas bahunya. “cikgu Vinna, saya nak cikgu hisap batang saya. cikgu melutut di depan saya dan masukkan batang saya ke dalam mulut cikgu. ” cikgu Vinna kelu membisu.
Dia merenung mata Rommi menerusi kaca mata hitam yang Rommi pakai. cikgu Vinna hanya mengalirkan air mata sebagai tanda rayuan supaya tidak diperlakukan begitu. cikgu Vinna dapat melihat wajah sayu dan ketakutannya pada cermin mata hitam Rommi.
Rommi tidak berkata apa-apa lagi, tangannya menekan bahu cikgu Vinna supaya melutut di hadapannya. Setelah melutut, cikgu Vinna berhadapan dengan batang Rommi yang tegang keras, panjang dan kembang berkilat kemerah-merahan.
Hanya Vinna mendongak memandang Rommi yang tersenyum melihatnya. Dia begitu malu, malu dengan apa yang Rommi paksa dirinya untuk lakukan. cikgu Vinna tunduk memandang lantai. “Apa nak dimalukan cikgu. cikgu mesti buat untuk adik cikgu. cikgu sayangkan Zal kan? ” cikgu Vinna tidak berani menatap wajah Rommi lagi.
Dia hanya mengangguk-anggukkan kepalanya perlahan. “Jangan bimbang cikgu, tak de siapa yang akan tahu. sekarang buka mulut cikgu dan saya janji Zal takkan di apa-apakan. ” cikgu Vinna tidak ada pilihan lagi, dia mengangkat perlahan wajahnya sehingga selari dengan batang Rommi.
Rommi memegang batang kote nya dan menggesel-geselkan batang kote nya itu ke bibir cikgu Vinna. cikgu Vinna menyangkakan yang Rommi akan menghentak batang kote nya ke dalam mulutnya tetapi Rommi mengusap-usap belakang kepalanya yang berambut lebat itu.
cikgu Vinna merasakan batang itu keras menggesel-gesel bibirnya. Dengan perlahan Rommi menekan kepala cikgu Vinna ke batang kote nya. cikgu Vinna dapat merasakan tangan Rommi menolak kepalanya ke batang kerasnya itu.
cikgu Vinna tidak ada pilihan lagi, dia menutup matanya dan merenggangkan bibirnya. cikgu Vinna cuba mengimbangkan dirinya dengan memegang peha Rommi. Rommi mengeluh nikmat apabila batang kote nya memasuki mulut cikgu Vinna yang licin itu.
“Argh, cikgu. m. hisap batang saya cikgu. ” Tubuh Rommi mulai kekejangan. Namun dengan perlahan dia menarik batang kote nya perlahan sehingga ke bibir cikgu Vinna dan dengan perlahan juga menolak masuk batang kote nya semula.
Dia melakukannya berulang-ulang dengan gerakan perlahan pinggangnya sehingga batang kote nya semakin dalam meneroka ruangan mulut cikgu Vinna. cikgu Vinna dapat merasakan batang keras dan panas itu berdenyut-denyut dan bergerak-gerak di dalam mulutnya.
“Oh, cikguh. sedapnya cikgu, hisap lagi cikgu. Mm tangannya cikgu. tangan. pegang dan lancap batang saya. ” cikgu Vinna menurut seperti apa yang disuruh kerana ini adalah pengalaman pertamanya, dia menggenggam batang Rommi dan melancapkan batang yang keluar masuk dari mulutnya itu.
Batang Rommi keras dan licin dik air liurnya sendiri. Rommi tidak melepaskan kepala cikgu Vinna. Dia mengusap-usap lembut kepala cikgu Vinna ketika batang kote nya dihisap dan dilancapkan.
cikgu Vinna sungguh malu melakukan perbuatan itu. Dia dipaksa menghisap batang Rommi. Dia terpaksa melakukannya demi keselamatan adiknya Zal. Buat pertama kalinya dia merasakan dirinya seolah-olah seorang perempuan murahan yang cukup hina.
“Yeah. Mm. sedap cikgu, pandai cikgu hisap batang. ” Rommi terus mengeluh dan mendesah sambil terus mengarahkan cikgu Vinna bagaimana menghisap batang kote nya. cikgu Vinna terus menghisap dan melancapkan batang Rommi.
Dia dapat merasakan peluh dingin berkumpul di atas keningnya. Sambil mengulum batang Rommi, dia membuka matanya, membetulkan cermin matanya dan mendongak melihat pemuda yang sedang menghenjut-henjut batang kote nya itu keluar-masuk mulutnya.
Tangan Rommi tetap memegang kepala cikgu Vinna dengan matanya mulai terpejam dan mulutnya sedikit ternganga dengan keluhan nafas yang kasar. Rommi seperti berada di awan-awangan. Gerakan pinggangnya semakin rancak.
cikgu Vinna mulai merasakan kelainan itu dan tubuhnya menjadi seram-sejuk memikirkan yang Rommi akan terpancut sperma nya sedangkan batang kote nya masih berada di dalam mulutnya. “Dahh. dah. dah cikgu. saya tak tahan ni” Rommi seakan-akan menggelepar sambil menarik batang kote nya dengan cepat keluar dari mulut cikgu Vinna.
Kepala batang Rommi berkilat dengan air liur cikgu Vinna dan lendir nikmatnya sendiri. cikgu Vinna terbatuk-batuk dan terasa meloya, tekaknya terasa masam. Dia menyapu mulutnya dengan tangannya.
Namun ketakutan mulai menyelubungi dirinya apabila terasa kedua-dua tangan Rommi memaut tubuhnya supaya berdiri. Setelah berdiri, tubuh lampai cikgu Vinna didakap erat oleh Rommi. “Saya dah. dah buat apa yang kamu suruh, tolong keluar dari sini. tolonglah. ” Rommi dengan cepat memusingkan tubuh cikgu Vinna menghadap meja.
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Dia memeluk tubuh cikgu Vinna dari belakang, memaut pinggangnya erat. cikgu Vinna dapat merasakan batang keras Rommi menujah keras bontot nya yang besar dan pejal. “Jangan le gitu cikgu. pandai tau cikgu hisap batang, tak percaya pulak saya yang cikgu tak pernah hisap batang sebelum ni. Hm hampir terpancut saya dalam mulut cikgu tau. ” cikgu Vinna terasa dirinya teraniaya, pujian-pujian yang diberikan oleh Rommi terhadap perlakuannya itu amat menjijikkan.
Tiba-tiba, Rommi menyeluk ke bawah baju kurungnya dan kedua-dua tangannya memegang tetek nya yang sederhana besar itu. Kedua-dua tangan Rommi meramas-ramas tetek cikgu Vinna yang masih berbungkus bra.
Perlakuan Rommi cukup pantas dan cikgu Vinna terkapai-kapai. Tidak cukup dengan itu, Rommi menyeluk ke bawah bra dan meramas geram tetek yang pejal itu, puting tetek cikgu Vinna yang kecil dan panjang itu digentil-gentilnya.
“Tolonglah Rommi, jangan buat macam ni pada saya. saya dah hisap tadi. pergilah dari sini” cikgu Vinna berbisik perlahan cuba memujuk. Wajahnya berkerut menahan perlakuan jari-jemari Rommi pada kedua-dua tetek nya.
Rommi mengucup dan menjilat-jilat leher cikgu Vinna sambil terus menguli tetek nya. cikgu Vinna menggeleng-geleng kepalanya untuk melarikan lehernya dari diperbuat begitu. Muka cikgu Vinna berkerut menahan perbuatan Rommi menguli tetek nya.
Tangan Rommi menarik zip dan membuka cakuk kain cikgu Vinna. Perlahan-lahan menarik kain itu ke bawah. Dia menyelak baju kurung cikgu Vinna, terpampanglah bontot gempal yang putih berbalut panties berwarna pink.
Panties itu juga direntap turun, cikgu Vinna terpekik halus dan dia dapat merasakan batang keras Rommi berada di alur bontot nya. “Jaa. jangan, jangan buat camni. tolonglah. ” “cikgu tak suka? Ala sikit-sikit je, tak kan tak boleh. geram ni tau. ” “Sudah lah. ” Rayu cikgu Vinna di dalam nafasnya yang tercungap-cungap.
“Ok cikgu. ok, saya akan stop kat sini, saya akan pergi dan tidak akan ganggu cikgu dan adik cikgu lagi. tapi dengan satu syarat. ” Sambung Rommi lagi, “Saya akan pergi kalau cipap cikgu kering.. tapi kalau cipap cikgu basah. saya akan. m cikgu faham-faham sajakan! ” cikgu Vinna seperti tidak percaya dengan apa yang didengarnya.
Tangannya Rommi meluncur ke perut cikgu Vinna. cikgu Vinna merayu-rayu supaya Rommi menghentikan perbuatannya itu apabila merasakan jari-jemari Rommi merayap turun ke celah pehanya. “Kenapa buat saya macam ni, Rommi. dahlah Rommi, tak baik! ” Rommi tidak menjawab, cikgu Vinna hanya merasa kepanasan nafas Rommi yang terputus-putus sedang tangannya menghampiri celah peha cikgu Vinna.
Rommi berbisik ke telinganya, “Baik ke tak baik ke, saya tidak peduli cikgu. ” Takdir telah menentukan segalanya. Apa yang berlaku di dapur rumahnya bukanlah kehendak cikgu Vinna.
Dia menahan nafas ketika jari-jemari Rommi bermain-main dan mengusap-usap bulu ari-arinya yang tumbuh halus. Dia tidak berupaya menahan kemahuan Rommi. Dia juga tahu yang Rommi akan tetap menurut kehendak nafsu serakahnya.
Kemudian cikgu Vinna mulai merasakan tangan Rommi meluncur dan menyentuh pantat nya dan jarinya menjolok-jolok lubang keramat pantat tembamnya, bagaikan membalas gerakan jari Rommi itu, pantat cikgu Vinna mulai berair lendir.
Kaki cikgu Vinna terasa lemah longlai dan dia terhoyong-hayang. Rommi terasa tubuh cikgu Vinna bagaikan orang yang hendak pitam, dia memeluk erat tubuh cikgu Vinna dengan tangannya mencekup celah peha cikgu Vinna yang mulai berair.
“Mm. cipap cikgu berair. ” Jari Rommi keluar masuk berulang kali ke dalam lubang pantat cikgu Vinna yang telah licin itu. cikgu Vinna sungguh malu, apatah lagi dengan tindakbalas lubang pantat nya yang di luar jangkaan itu.
Berkerut muka cikgu Vinna, dia seolah-olah terkhayal seketika. Dia menundukkan mukanya memandang permukaan meja makan yang dilapisi kain penutup meja berwarna kuning berbunga-bunga. Sudah beribu kali meja makan itu menjadi tempat dia dan keluarganya berkumpul menjamu selera, namun tidak pernah dia berdiri di situ dengan jari seorang pemuda yang tidak dikenalinya berada di dalam lubang pantat nya.
Rommi terus menjolok-jolok jarinya ke dalam lubang pantat cikgu Vinna. Jari itu di tarik keluar dan dibawa ke hadapan wajah cikgu Vinna. Bau air berahi lubang pantat nya sendiri menyedarkan cikgu Vinna dari khayalannya.
Rommi berbisik ke telinga cikgu Vinna, “Tengok. tengok cikgu. buka mata dan tengok. jari saya berlendir dengan air dari cipap cikgu, cikgu dapat baunya tak. dari sini saya dapat bau, sedap! ” cikgu Vinna tidak terkata apa-apa lagi, malunya bukan kepalang dan berkali-kali hatinya tertanya-tanya mengapakah itu harus berlaku sedangkan ianya adalah di luar kerelaannya.
Jari Rommi berkilat dibaluti dengan air berahinya yang cair jernih. Rommi tersenyum kemenangan. Rommi mulai menekan bahu cikgu Vinna, memaksanya supaya menonggeng di hadapan meja. “jangan. tolong, tolong saya kali ni. jangan buat macam ni Rommi. ” cikgu Vinna merayu minta dikasihani.
Ternyata Rommi tidak peduli dengan rayuan cikgu Vinna, dia mengacu-acukan kepala penis nya di lubang pantat cikgu Vinna dari belakang. cikgu Vinna mengoyang-goyangkan bontot nya dengan kasar untuk mengelakkan batang Rommi menceroboh lubang keramatnya itu sambil terus merayu supaya tidak diperlakukan begitu.
Rommi menampar kuat bontot pejal dan putih cikgu Vinna sambil menengking, “Ddiam cikgu! ” Itulah perkataan yang terakhir menerjah masuk ke dalam telinga cikgu Vinna serentak dengan terjahan batang Rommi ke dalam lubang pantat nya.
Hentakan Rommi cukup kuat dan perkasa sehinggakan tubuh cikgu Vinna terdorong ke depan dan meja makan berkeriut. cikgu Vinna terpekik. Tujahan batang Rommi ke dalam pantat nya sungguh kuat dan cikgu Vinna terasa kedua-dua kakinya terangkat.
“Aah. sempitnya cikgu, licin. ! ” Rommi mengeluh kasar apabila batang kote nya tertanam dari belakang di dalam lubang pantat cikgu Vinna. Tangan Rommi mencekak rambut cikgu Vinna dan memeluk pinggangnya ketika pinggangnya mulai bergerak menghayun lubang pantat cikgu Vinna.
“Sedapnya cikgu. tahan ye cikgu. ” cikgu Vinna mengetap bibirnya dan menggeleng-gelengkan kepalanya. Rommi terus menghentak pantat nya dari belakang. Pakuan Rommi cukup keras dan pantas dan terasa amat dalam.
cikgu Vinna tidak terdaya lagi. Seorang pemuda yang tidak dikenalinya menceroboh rumahnya dan melakukan perbuatan terkutuk itu ke atas dirinya di dapur rumahnya sendiri. “Sedap tak cikgu. cikgu enjoy tak? ” Rommi terus mengomel di dalam keluhan berahinya sendiri.
cikgu Vinna hanya menangis terisak-isak dan sesekali menggeleng-gelengkan kepalanya. Air matanya menitis ke atas meja. Kedua-dua tangannya menekan permukaan meja. Sesekali Rommi mencium-cium leher jinjangnya dan meramas-ramas tetek nya yang terbuai-buai itu.
“cikgu tak suka ye. relax cikgu. kejap saja. kejap saja lagi. ” Rommi terus menghayunkan pinggangnya dengan kuat sementara lubang pantat cikgu Vinna semakin licin dan berair.
Setiap kali peha Rommi berlaga dengan bontot cikgu Vinna, bontot itu bergegar-gegar. Bunyi perlagaan antara peha Rommi dan bontot cikgu Vinna menjadi satu irama yang hanya mereka berdua sahaja yang mendengarnya di ruang dapur itu.
cikgu Vinna mendesah halus setiap kali batang Rommi semakin dalam menerjah lubang pantat nya. Kemudian Rommi terhenti, dia membaringkan cikgu Vinna di atas lantai. Kain dan panties cikgu Vinna direntapnya dan dilemparkannya.
Kaki cikgu Vinna dikangkangkan seluas-luasnya. Sebelum cikgu Vinna sempat berkata apa-apa, dia kembali menghunjamkan batang kerasnya semula ke dalam pantat cikgu Vinna. “Argh. ” cikgu Vinna mendesah, menahan tujahan batang Rommi.
Baju kurungnya diselak oleh Rommi, bra berwarna biru yang dipakainya pada waktu itu dikuak ke atas dada. Terpampanglah sepasang tetek nya yang putih berputing panjang di hadapan mata Rommi.
Rommi terus menyembamkan mukanya ke lurah tetek cikgu Vinna sambil terus menghentak pantat nya. “Rommi. argh. ” Hanya keluhan yang keluar dari mulut cikgu Vinna dengan mata yang terpejam.
Cermin mata yang dipakainya dicabut oleh Rommi dan diletakkan di sisi tubuh separuh bogelnya. “Dah. sudah. ” Tubuh cikgu Vinna menggeletar menerima hentakan demi hentakan batang Rommi.
Akhirnya sesuatu di luar jangkaan berlaku, tubuh cikgu Vinna menggelepar, nafasnya kasar. Dia mencapai kemuncaknya. “Oooh. ” Nafas cikgu Vinna tersekat-sekat, tangannya didepakan, lesu. Dadanya berombak-ombak. Dia kelelahan.
Rommi tersenyum. Bunyi hentakan Rommi pada pantat cikgu Vinna makin perlahan dan akhirnya terhenti. Air berahi cikgu Vinna keluar dengan banyaknya. Perkara ini amat aib bagi cikgu Vinna, dia mencapai puncak di luar kerelaannya.
“cikgu dah dapat kimaks ye. jangan tipulah cikgu, saya tahu. ” Otot-otot pantat cikgu Vinna mencengkam semula batang Rommi apabila dia mulai menghayun laju pantat itu. “Giliran saya pula cikgu. ” cikgu Vinna tersedar dari kelesuan, entah kenapa dia terasa dirinya amat jijik.
Dia meronta-ronta untuk melepaskan diri. Semua itu hanyalah sia-sia sahaja malah membuatkan Rommi marah. Dakapannya pada tubuh cikgu Vinna semakin erat. Hentakannya pada pantat cikgu Vinna semakin ganas.
Daripada deraman dan dengusan Rommi, cikgu Vinna tahu yang Rommi juga akan sampai ke puncak kepuasan. “Dekat dah cikgu. dekat dah. argh. ” Gerakan pinggang Rommi semakin kencang, mukanya merah dan peluh berahi mengalir di dahinya.
payudara cikgu Vinna dicekak geram dan diramas-ramas. Kepala cikgu Vinna tergeleng-geleng ke kiri dan ke kanan dengan rambut yang mengerbang dan mulut yang tercungap-cungap. Kedua-dua tangannya menekan dada Rommi untuk menyerap hempapan tubuh Rommi ke atas tubuhnya yang lampai dan bergegar itu.
Rommi terus menghempap dan menghempap. “Yeah. ” Rommi menekan batang kote nya sedalam-dalamnya di dalam lubang pantat cikgu Vinna, pancutan demi pancutan lahar panas air berahi menerpa likat ke dalam lubang pantat cikgu Vinna.
Bibirnya diketap dan dia tersembam ke atas tetek besar cikgu Vinna sambil melepaskan keluhan yang kasar. cikgu Vinna sendiri terkulai layu sambil melepaskan nafas perlahan-lahan. Kedua-dua tubuh mereka bersatu dan terkaku seketika.
“Sedapnya cikguh. cikgu best! ” Bisik Rommi ke telinga cikgu Vinna. Dengan lemah longlai Rommi terbaring di tepi tubuh cikgu Vinna. batang kote nya masih terpacak dan berkilat.
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cikgu Vinna tercungap-cungap dengan dada berombak. Tangannya di atas dahi. payudara nya turun naik selaras dengan pernafasannya. cikgu Vinna menyangkakan yang semuanya telah berakhir setelah maruahnya tercemar tetapi ternyata anggapannya itu tersilap kerana tiba-tiba Rommi berdiri dengan batang yang masih mencacak.
Dia menarik tangan cikgu Vinna sehingga terbangun dan melutut di depannya. “cikgu, sebelum saya pergi, saya nak kasi souvenir kat cikgu. Telan sperma saya. ” “Haah? ” Rommi tidak menunggu jawapan lagi.
Dia memegang kepala cikgu Vinna yang melutut di depannya itu dan menariknya ke batang kote nya yang keras berlendir. cikgu Vinna membuka mulutnya, mengulum batang Rommi. Dia hanya mahukan semuanya itu segera berakhir.
“Hisap cikgu. saya nak pancut dalam mulut cikgu. ” Hayunan Rommi ganas. cikgu Vinna mengerutkan muka dan menutup matanya rapat ketika batang Rommi keluar masuk mulutnya. “cikgu telan semua sperma saya tau. ” Rommi menarik batang kote nya keluar dan tergopoh-gapah melancapkan batang kote nya di hadapan muka cikgu Vinna.
Sebelah tangannya mencekak rambut cikgu Vinna supaya muka cikgu Vinna terdongak di hadapan batang kote nya. “Argh. telan cikgu. telan. buka mulut cikgu. ” Dia menderam dengan suara yang tertahan-tahan ketika pancutan panas air berahinya terpancut ke muka cikgu Vinna.
“Hisap cikgu. hisap batang saya. ” Rommi mengeluh dan mendesah ketika satu lagi pancutan air berahinya terpancut mengenai pipi cikgu Vinna yang putih gebu itu. cikgu Vinna mengulum kembali batang berlendir Rommi yang terangguk-angguk melepaskan pancutan demi pancutan sperma.
Dia hanya mahu segala-galanya segera berakhir dan Rommi akan meninggalkannya. Rommi memegang kepala cikgu Vinna dan menekan batang kote nya ke kerongkong cikgu Vinna. Seluruh tubuh Rommi kejang, menggeletar dengan kakinya terangkat-angkat ketika pancutan-pancutan sperma nya terus memasuki kerongkong cikgu Vinna.
“Telan cikgu. ah. telan semuanya. ah. hisap cikgu. ” cikgu Vinna menelan sperma Rommi tetapi kemudiannya merasa geli dan jijik dan meluahkan bakinya. Namun begitu dia dapat merasakan air berahi Rommi yang likat itu mengalir turun di dalam kerongkongnya.
Baki air berahi Rommi mengalir lemah keluar dari tepi bibir cikgu Vinna dan turun ke dagunya. Tompokan air berahi Rommi di pipi dan mukanya mulai mengalir turun perlahan ke baju kurungnya.
Ketika cikgu Vinna merasakan semuanya telah berakhir tiba-tiba dia terdengar suara di pintu dapur. Dia berpaling ke arah suara itu dengan batang Rommi masih dikulum di dalam mulutnya.
Dia melihat adiknya Zal berdiri di pintu dapur dengan dua orang pemuda yang kelihatan seperti samseng memegang lengannya. “Kakak! ” Mulut Zal ternganga, matanya terbeliak. “Apa yang telah kau buat dengan kakak aku? ” Zal terlopong melihat kakaknya, cikgu Vinna di dalam keadaan melutut dengan air berahi likat pekat dimukanya dan batang Rommi berada di dalam mulutnya.
Rommi menolak kepala cikgu Vinna dari batang kote nya dan mulai ketawa. “Kakak kau best le Zal. kau sendiri tengokkan, pandai hisap batang. ” Zal tunduk melihat cikgu Vinna yang menangis terisak-isak.
Tidak semua orang siap menjadi pendengar. Ada kisah yang mungkin begitu berat diceritakan oleh mereka yang telah berjuang keras menghapus noda masa lalu, menata ulang diri pada proses-proses perbaikan, dalam keheningan yang penuh perjuangan.
Seketika hancur, ketika cerita yang begitu ingin mereka kubur rapat-rapat, kemudian naik kembali ke permukaan. Bukan sebagai pelajaran, melainkan sebagai pengingat akan kegagalan yang pernah mereka coba lupakan, luka yang tadinya sudah mulai kering itu, kemudian kembali basah.
Bagi mereka yang berusaha bangkit dari bayang-bayang masa kelam, setiap ingatan yang disodorkan dengan sengaja, bagai menggores jiwanya—sebuah luka yang tak terobati meski telah dirawat dengan penuh keikhlasan dan kerja keras.
Mendengarkan seharusnya menjadi ruang untuk memahami dan memberikan dukungan, bukan justru menjadi 'alat' untuk penghakiman seseorang di kemudian hari. Yang lalu biarkan berlalu, biarkan ia menjadi manusia baru dengan segala penyesalan dan upaya perbaikan yang ia terus upayakan.
Semoga rasa empati hadir lebih dulu, ketimbang dua telinga yang terbuka—tanda siap untuk mendengar. Jika tidak siap dengan beban dan itikad yang sungguh untuk membantu mereka, menutup dua telinga adalah hal terbaik yang dapat kita lakukan. Percayalah.
Semoga Allah senantiasa menjaga diri kita dari rasa bangga atas kekurangan yang baik sengaja atau tidak telinga kita dengarkan dari orang lain.
New York. Day twenty-one. The hotel hallway stretches before you, each step toward her room heavier than the last.
Your tie feels too tight, your collar suffocating—the uniform of an executive becoming the noose of a condemned man.
Three weeks of silence. Three weeks of seeing her across rooms, of catching her scent in empty elevators, of watching her perform while pretending she was nothing more than a company asset.
Three weeks of dying slowly.
You knock. The sound echoes in the empty corridor. One heartbeat. Two. The door opens.
Chaewon stands there, barefoot, in simple shorts and an oversized t-shirt. No makeup. No stage presence. Just her.
The most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
‘You came,’ she whispers, like she still can't believe it.
You step inside, the door closing behind you with a soft click. The sound of the outside world being shut away.
For a moment, neither of you moves. Three feet of carpet between you might as well be an ocean.
Then she breaks, a dam of tears giving way after holding back too long. She crosses the distance, collides with you, arms wrapping around your waist, face buried in your chest.
‘I haven't seen you for 3 weeks,’ she mumbles against your jacket, her voice cracking, fighting tears that are already falling.
You want to speak, but your throat closes. Her name forms in your mind—a prayer, a plea.
Chaewon.
Her fingers clutch at your jacket, desperate, like you might disappear if she loosens her grip.
‘I am so unhappy,’ she whispers, the words muffled against the fabric.
Your hand moves of its own accord, finding the back of her head, cradling it gently. Her hair is soft between your fingers, just as you'd dreamed during those endless nights alone.
Chaewon!
‘I am so stupid,’ she continues, her whole body trembling. ‘Dear, I cannot live without you. You know this.’
She pulls back just enough to look up at you, her face tear-streaked, eyes red-rimmed and vulnerable. She's so close now, her cheek just an inch from yours, her breath warm against your skin.
You dare not look directly at her—afraid that if you do, all your carefully constructed walls will crumble.
Instead, your gaze falls to her shoulder, exposed where the sweater has slipped. Her skin is like milk, almost translucent in the soft hotel light, with that hint of pink beneath that makes her seem both fragile and impossibly alive.
Oh, you want her so badly.
The weight of the past bears down on you. When you were younger, life felt limitless—an odyssey of possibility stretching endlessly before you.
But youth is a loan that must be repaid. Each choice carries consequences. Each victory seemingly increasing the magnitude of future defeat.
How strange to realize you can barely remember the person you were before all this. Before her.
It's as if you've been playing a role for so long—the ambitious executive, the company man—that you've forgotten who you really are.
Her hands move to your face, fingertips gentle against your jaw, tilting your gaze to meet hers.
‘Look at me,’ she whispers. ‘Please.’
You do, and it undoes you. The nakedness of her emotion. The love written so plainly across her features.
‘I love you,’ she says, the words hanging in the air between you. ‘I've always loved you.’
Everything in you wants to say it back. To cross that final line.
To throw away everything—your career, your reputation, your carefully constructed life—just to hold her without fear.
But you can't. Not because you don't love her, but because loving her means protecting her. And right now, loving her means waiting.
‘Not yet,’ you whisper, the words catching in your throat as you brush away a tear from her cheek with your thumb. ‘Not yet.’
The pain in her eyes is unbearable. But there's understanding there too, buried beneath the hurt.
She leans forward, resting her forehead against your chest.
‘How much longer?’ she asks, her voice small.
You have no answer. Only the weight of what stands between you—the company, the threats, the world that has decided your love is forbidden.
Your mouth feels clamped shut, your vocal cords frozen, your eyes burning with tears you refuse to shed.
In the end, you say nothing more.
You hold her for one more moment, committing to memory the weight of her in your arms, the scent of her hair, the warmth of her body against yours.
Then you let go. Turn away. Walk to the door.
And leave.
—
Chaewon's Diary - May 15, 2025
I cannot remember feeling this way before. The emotions are too new, too raw to categorize.
Rejection should feel bitter. Should taste like failure. Instead, it tasted like promise.
I stood before him, heart exposed, only to hear those two impossible words: ‘Not yet.’
Not never. Not no. Not goodbye.
Not yet.
I should have been humiliated. Should have been angry. Instead, when he brushed the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs, I felt known. Truly seen, perhaps for the first time.
When he uttered
‘Not yet’
I felt warm. Happy.
How am I so happy for rejection?
I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch, memorizing the feeling of his hands on my face, his breath mingling with mine.
Before him, I had never felt the touch of someone who could see past my surface, past the idol, past the carefully crafted image.
I want him.
I know with absolute certainty: No other man will touch my heart for as long as I live.
I will wait, forever and longer.
Not yet.
—
3 Weeks Ago - April 25, 2025
You were staring at a spreadsheet when Chaewon walked in without knocking.
'Hey,' she said.
You kept typing. 'Hey.'
She stood there for a second too long before sitting down across from you. Put her coffee on your desk. The ice shifted.
'So.'
'So,' you echoed, still not looking up.
'You eat yet?'
'What?'
'Food. Have you had any?'
You glanced at your watch. It was almost 8. 'No.'
'Me neither,' she said. 'We should fix that.'
You finally looked at her. She was wearing the same clothes from the morning meeting, but her makeup had that slightly smudged quality of someone who'd been awake too long.
'I've got to finish this,' you said.
'No you don't.'
'I do, actually.'
She sighed. 'Will the company collapse if you don't do it right this second?'
'That's not the point.'
'That's exactly the point.' She tapped your desk with her fingernail. 'Come on. Food. A real restaurant. Thirty minutes.'
'I'm not hungry.'
'Liar.'
You almost smiled. 'I have work.'
'Work will still be there.' She didn't blink. 'Food might not.'
'That makes no sense.'
'I know. Just come anyway.'
You looked at your laptop, then back at her. She had that expression, the one that said she wouldn't leave until she got her way.
'Thirty minutes.'
She grinned. 'Look at you, making healthy choices.'
'Don't push it.'
The elevator ride was quiet. Not uncomfortable, just quiet. You both watched the numbers change.
'Where are we going?' you asked.
'Place down the street.'
'What kind of place?'
'The kind with food.' She glanced at you. 'You allergic to anything?'
'No.'
'Good.' She seemed satisfied with that.
Outside, the air felt different. Heavier. Like it might rain again.
'So is this like, a work thing, or...' you trailed off.
'Or what?'
'I don't know. You asked me to dinner.'
'Yeah.'
'So I'm just trying to understand what this is.'
She almost laughed. 'It's food. That's all. Don't overthink it.'
'I'm not overthinking.'
'You overthink everything. It's your whole deal.'
'That's not fair.'
'Probably not—but hey, fair character assessment is a luxury these days.' she giggled.
You huffed under your breath.
You walked together, not quite in step. The city moved around you—people leaving work, heading home, living lives that had nothing to do with quarterly reports or dance practices.
The restaurant was small. Unassuming. No sign outside, just a door between two other businesses.
'Here?' you asked.
'Yeah. Problem?'
'No. Just not what I expected.'
'What did you expect?'
You shrugged. 'Something with a line outside. Trending on Instagram.'
'Wow.' She held the door for you. 'You really don't know me at all.'
Inside was dimly lit. Maybe fifteen tables. Half of them occupied. No one looked up when you entered.
You followed her to a table near the back. Sat down across from her. The menus were just single sheets of paper.
'I come here a lot,' she said. 'After practice sometimes. When I don't want to go back to the dorm.'
'They don't recognize you?'
'They do. They just don't care.' She looked at the menu even though she probably had it memorized. 'That's why I like it.'
The waiter came over. Older guy, maybe fifty. Nodded at Chaewon like he'd seen her yesterday.
'The usual?' he asked her.
'Yeah. Thanks.'
He looked at you.
'Uh,' you fumbled with the menu. 'What's good?'
'Steak,' Chaewon said. 'You like steak, right? You seem like a steak guy.'
'Sure.'
'Medium rare?'
'Medium.'
She rolled her eyes. 'Of course.'
The waiter left. You fidgeted with your napkin.
'You really come here a lot?' you asked.
'Couple times a month.'
'Alone?'
'Usually.'
'Why?'
She looked at you like she was deciding whether to give you a real answer or not. 'Because no one bothers me. Because the food's good. Because sometimes I need to remember I'm still just a person.'
'And your members don't come?'
'They have their own places.' She took a sip of water. 'We don't actually do everything together, you know.'
'Right.'
'You sound surprised.'
'Not surprised. Just...' you couldn't find the right word.
'It's fine. People always think we're this perfect unit. Always together, always in sync.' She traced a pattern on the tablecloth with her finger. 'It's not like that.'
'What's it like?'
'It's like any job. You work with people. You care about them. But you still need your own space sometimes.'
'That makes sense.'
'Does it? You seem like the type who'd live at the office if they'd let you.'
You almost denied it, then didn't. 'Fair point.'
The food came faster than you expected. Her pasta. Your steak. Simple stuff, but it smelled good.
'This isn't exactly what I pictured when you said dinner,' you admitted.
'What did you picture?'
'I don't know. Something more...'
'Fancy?'
'Maybe.'
She shrugged. 'I sit in enough fancy restaurants for work. This is better.'
You took a bite of steak. It was actually good. Really good.
'Not bad,' you said.
'High praise.'
'It is, from me.'
'I know.' She twirled pasta around her fork. 'So, can I ask you something?'
'You just did.'
'Ha ha.' She didn't look amused. 'Seriously though.'
'Go ahead.'
'Do you actually like what you do? Your job?'
You considered bullshitting, then didn't. 'Sometimes.'
'Which parts?'
'The quiet ones. When I'm working on something complicated and it's just me and the problem.' You cut another piece of steak. 'You?'
'Performing. Being on stage. The three minutes where nothing else matters.' She didn't hesitate. 'Everything else is just... stuff I do so I can have those moments.'
'That's a lot of stuff for three minutes.'
'Yeah.' She looked down at her food, prodding with a dash of frustration. 'Yeah, it is.'
You ate in silence for a minute. Not awkward, just... thinking silence.
'Can I ask you something now?' you said.
'Sure.'
'Why'd you ask me to dinner? Really?'
She poked at her pasta. 'I don't know. You looked like you needed it.'
'That's it?'
'Does there have to be more?'
'Usually is.'
She sighed. 'Look, I've sat through enough meetings with you to know you skip lunch most days. And I saw your car in the parking garage at midnight last week when I was leaving the practice room. And then today, you looked...' she gestured vaguely at your face.
'I looked what?'
'Empty-tired, not the usual tiredness you wear on your face. You know?'
You weren't sure what to say to that.
'Anyway,' she continued. 'It's just dinner. It's not that deep.'
'Right.'
'Right,' she echoed.
The silence that followed should have been uncomfortable. But it wasn't, really. Just quiet.
'It's good,' you finally said, gesturing to your plate. 'The food.'
'Told you.'
'You did.'
She smiled, just slightly. 'I'm right about a lot of things.'
'I'll reserve judgment on that.'
'Smart.' She took a sip of water. 'So... was this weird? Me asking you to dinner?'
You thought about it. 'A little.'
'Sorry.'
'Don't be. Weird isn't bad.'
She nodded. 'No, it's not.'
The rest of the meal was easier. You talked about nothing important. Work, a little. Music she was listening to. A book you'd been meaning to read but hadn't found time for. Normal stuff that normal people probably talked about all the time.
When the check came, you reached for it.
'I got it,' she said.
'You invited me.'
'Exactly.'
'That's not how it works.'
'Says who?' She grabbed the check before you could. 'Too slow, Mr. Executive.'
Outside, the air felt damp. Like it had rained while you were eating, or was about to.
'Which way you headed?' she asked.
You pointed vaguely east.
'I'm that way too. For a few blocks, anyway.'
You walked together. Not too close. Just two people who happened to be going the same direction.
'Thanks,' you said after a minute.
'For what?'
'Dinner.'
'Was it terrible?'
'No.'
'High praise,' she said again.
'I mean it. It was... nice.'
'Wow. Nice. I'm flattered.'
'Shut up.'
She laughed. Not her public laugh, the perfect one from interviews. A real one, slightly too loud.
'You know what?' she said.
'What?'
'You're not as scary as they say.'
'Who says I'm scary?'
'Everyone.' She kicked a small stone on the sidewalk. 'The whole office. The interns call you The Terminator.'
'They do not.'
'They absolutely do.' She grinned. 'But I'll keep your secret.'
'What secret?'
'That you're actually just a regular person who works too much.'
'I don't work too much.'
'Sureeee.' She stopped walking. 'This is me.'
You looked up at her building. Nice but not flashy. 'This is you.'
'Yeah.' She rocked back on her heels slightly. 'So.'
'So.'
'Thanks for coming.'
'Thanks for asking.'
She looked like she might say something else, then didn't. Just nodded. 'See you tomorrow.'
'See you tomorrow.'
She turned, walked toward her door. You should have left then. Just turned and walked away.
Instead, you watched her go. Watched as she paused at the entrance, like maybe she was going to look back.
She didn't.
And that was fine. Better, probably.
You turned and walked home, feeling something you couldn't quite name. Not happiness, exactly. But maybe something close to it. Something adjacent.
Like maybe for the first time in a long time, you'd been a person instead of a position. And maybe that was enough.
—
Chaewon's Diary - April 25, 2025
It's stupid to write this down. Dangerous, probably.
I love him.
I tried not to. Made lists of reasons why I shouldn't. His position. My career. The company. The members. The fans.
The lists didn't help.
I tried imagining my life without him in it. Moving companies. Going solo. Leaving the country. None of it worked because he'd still exist somewhere. I'd still know he was out there.
It's not that I need him. I was fine before him. I'll be fine after, I guess.
But I don't want to be.
I love the way he focuses when he reads reports. How he thinks no one notices when he's tired. How he pretends not to care about things but always remembers details about everyone.
I love how he never says more than he needs to. How he leaves room for silence.
I love that he came to dinner with me. That he let himself be normal for one night.
If he doesn't love me back, that's okay.
But I think sometimes… maybe he could.
—
Morning hit you like a truck.
Your phone was buzzing. Had been buzzing. You fumbled for it, eyes still closed.
Missed call. Another. Another. Another.
You squinted at the screen.
9 missed calls from your manager. 4 from some board member. 8 from numbers you didn't recognize.
The time was 7:12 AM.
More buzzing. Texts now. Emails.
You sat up, suddenly very awake.
First text: a link. You clicked it.
"COMPANY CEO AND IDOL MEMBER CAUGHT ON SECRET DATE"
There was a photo. You and Chaewon at the restaurant. Her laughing. You almost smiling. It looked... not innocent.
More links.
"SOURCE CONFIRMS: CEO AND KIM CHAEWON 'MORE THAN PROFESSIONAL'"
"INSIDER: 'THEY'VE BEEN HIDING IT FOR MONTHS'"
You felt sick. Scrolled back through your notifications, mind racing.
Then you saw it. Late-night texts from Chaewon.
1:12 AM
don't freak out when you wake up
someone took pictures at the restaurant
it's already online i'm sorry
1:14 AM
my manager is losing it
company PR called an emergency meeting
they're saying we can't talk to each other
1:27 AM
they want me to say it was just a work dinner
that we barely know each other
is that what you want me to say?
1:41 AM
i can't sleep this is so stupid
we didn't do anything wrong
1:55 AM
maybe we did though
maybe i did
1:56 AM
i've never told you this
never thought i would need to
1:58 AM
i love you
i think i have for a long time
i just never saw the point in saying it
it seemed impossible
2:01 AM
i'm sorry you didn't need this
not now not with everything else
2:03 AM
forget i said anything blame the dinner on me
i'll fix this
Your phone started ringing again. Board chairman.
You let it ring.
Read the texts again. And again.
The world was imploding around you, your career possibly in flames, and all you could think about was that last message.
i love you
Your thumb hovered over the screen. What could you possibly say now? What was left to say when everything had already changed?
The phone kept ringing.
—
The boardroom was too bright. Fluorescent lights reflecting off the polished table where twelve men in identical suits sat judging you.
You'd always seen success as a game with simple rules. Work harder. Think faster. Never look back. That's how you climbed here—by treating everything as disposable.
Turns out you were wrong.
You weren't disposable. Chaewon wasn't disposable. Whatever had grown between you wasn't disposable.
But they were treating it like it was.
‘The optics are unacceptable,’ said the Vice Chairman, his voice clinical. ‘A senior executive and an idol? The media is already spinning narratives.’
You watched his mouth move but barely heard the words. Your phone weighed heavy in your pocket. Her message burned into your mind.
i love you i always have
‘Are you listening?’ Someone was addressing you directly now.
‘Yes,’ you lied.
The Chairman leaned forward. ‘We've spent a decade building this company's reputation. We won't let one indiscretion destroy it.’
Indiscretion. As if dinner between two people was a crime.
‘We've developed a containment strategy,’ said the PR director, sliding folders across the table. You didn't open yours. ‘First, no contact with Kim Chaewon. None. Effective immediately.’
Your jaw tightened.
‘Second, you'll accompany Le Sserafim to America. Three weeks of promotional activities. You'll be positioned as overseeing the company's international expansion. Professional distance will be maintained at all times.’
You looked around the table. Not a single sympathetic face.
‘What happens to Chaewon?’ you asked, your voice steadier than you felt.
‘She'll be fine,’ said the Chairman dismissively. ‘As long as this situation is managed correctly.’
‘And if it isn't?’
The question hung in the air. Someone cleared their throat.
‘Then her position in the group becomes untenable,’ said the A&R director finally. ‘The other members shouldn't suffer for her... complications.’
Complications. That's what they called her now. Not their star performer. Not the artist who'd brought in millions. A complication.
‘So that's the deal,’ you said flatly. ‘I go to America. Stay away from her. Keep my job.’
‘Precisely.’
‘And if I refuse?’
The Chairman's smile didn't reach his eyes. ‘Then you both lose everything.’
Simple as that. A business decision.
Your mind flashed to Chaewon. How she looked at dinner. How easily she laughed. The way she really saw you when no one else bothered to look.
For two years, she'd been the one constant. The one person who grew on you.
‘Do we have an understanding?’ the Chairman pressed.
Someone was speaking. You realized it was you.
‘I understand perfectly.’
Everything felt unreal. As if you were a mirage of yourself, observing yourself in the most dire situation.
‘Good. Your flight leaves tomorrow night. The PR team has prepared statements for both of you. Stick to the script.’
They moved on. Budget projections. Q3 forecasts. As if they hadn't just hollowed you out completely.
You sat there, a model of composure. Inside, something was breaking, tearing along a fault line you hadn't known existed until Chaewon walked into your office and asked you to dinner.
The meeting ended. Men in suits filed out, crisis averted.
You remained seated, staring at your reflection in the polished table.
Tomorrow you'd fly to America. You'd watch Chaewon from across rooms, pretend she was nothing to you. You'd do it because the alternative would destroy her.
Your phone buzzed once. A text.
It wasn't from her. It couldn't be. They'd already gotten to her.
You checked anyway.
From your assistant: ‘Car is waiting whenever you're ready, sir.’
You stood up. Straightened your tie. Gathered the folder you never opened.
They thought they'd won. Thought they'd contained the problem.
They didn't understand.
They'd taken everything from you except the one thing that mattered—the knowledge that somewhere in this building was a woman who loved you. Had always loved you.
And for the first time, you were certain you loved her too.
—
You left the boardroom, a hollow shell of yourself.
America. No Chaewon. For three weeks.
They called it mercy. You called it execution.
The flight to Los Angeles stretched endlessly, your thoughts circling like vultures. You didn't sleep. Couldn't. The empty seat beside you an accusation.
Your phone vibrated as the plane touched down.
11:42 PM
landed safe?
Chaewon.
You stared at her message until the screen dimmed, then went black. Your thumb hovered over the keyboard.
They couldn't monitor texts, could they? Were they watching?
You couldn't risk it. Couldn't risk her.
No response.
The California sun felt wrong on your skin. Too bright, too insistent. Your hotel suite overlooked the Pacific. Endless blue that reminded you of nothing but distance.
Day Three.
8:17 AM
meetings are boring without you to glare at everyone
8:19 AM
the new intern asked where you went
8:22 AM
i told her you were saving the american branch from themselves
You almost smiled. Almost.
No response.
The American executives treated you like royalty. A king in exile. Their offices were too bright, their coffee too bitter, their laughter too loud. You moved through meetings like a ghost, present but never there.
Day Five.
3:04 AM
can't sleep
3:05 AM
is it the time difference or is it just
3:11 AM
never mind
What would you say if you could? That you lay awake too, staring at hotel ceilings, replaying her confession like a film you couldn't pause?
No response.
You worked eighteen-hour days. Not because the work required it, but because your empty room was unbearable. The silence that you once called home—incomplete.
Day Seven.
1:47 PM
there's a rumor you're never coming back
1:48 PM
tell me that's not true
1:52 PM
please
The last word felt like a knife between your ribs. Please. As if you had a choice. As if any of this was within your control.
No response.
The days blurred. You functioned on autopilot, your mind perpetually seventeen hours ahead, in Seoul, where she was.
Day Nine.
5:31 PM
they announced the showcase dates
5:32 PM
we're coming to LA next week
5:33 PM
will you be there?
Le Sserafim. Coming to Los Angeles. Of course. The universe's cruelest joke—to bring her so close, yet keep her untouchable.
No response.
You attended dinners. Networking events. Smiled when appropriate. Spoke when necessary. No one noticed how your eyes constantly swept rooms, searching for threats that weren't there.
Day Twelve.
10:17 AM
we leave tomorrow
10:18 AM
i know you can't answer
10:25 AM
but please, if you can
10:26 AM
be there
They must have warnings in place. Her messages carried the weight of someone being careful—someone who knew the stakes.
No response.
Le Sserafim arrived with the usual fanfare. Cameras flashing. Fans screaming. You watched from the periphery as she emerged from the airport terminal, perfect smile in place, waving to the crowd.
She didn't look for you. Knew better than that.
But you saw the tension in her shoulders. The way her smile didn't quite reach her eyes; not quite the smile she had when she swiped up some of your steak.
Day Fourteen.
No messages.
You checked your phone obsessively. Refreshed the screen until the battery drained to critical. Nothing.
The silence was worse than any words could have been.
The showcase venue was packed—a sea of lightsticks and expectant faces. You stood in the shadows of the VIP section, surrounded by American executives who had no idea you were breaking apart inside.
Le Sserafim performed flawlessly. Of course they did. Chaewon shone like a star brought to earth—her voice clear, her movements precise, her smile blinding.
Not once did her eyes search the crowd. Not once did she falter.
Professional to her core.
You left before the final song. Couldn't bear another moment of proximity without contact.
In your hotel room, you drank two fingers of whiskey and watched the city lights blur through the window.
Your phone remained silent.
Day Sixteen.
You were leaving a restaurant when you saw her.
Across the street, surrounded by managers and security. The group heading into a high-end boutique.
Your driver opened your car door, but you stood frozen, watching as she disappeared inside the shop.
She didn't see you.
When you returned to your hotel, you found a message.
7:03 PM
i saw you today
7:04 PM
you looked tired
You stared at the screen, heart hammering against your ribs.
No response.
Day Nineteen.
The final showcase. The final night in Los Angeles. Tomorrow, Le Sserafim would fly to New York. You would follow a day later.
You sat in the back row, hidden in shadow. Watched her perform for the last time on American soil.
She was transcendent.
Afterward, you slipped backstage under the pretense of congratulating the team. Your company's biggest assets. Your professional obligation.
She stood with the other members, accepting praise from American executives. Smiling. Nodding. Perfect.
Your eyes met across the room.
One second. Two.
Then she looked away, her expression never changing.
But you saw it—the slight tremble of her hand at her side.
Back in your hotel room, your phone lit up.
8:30 PM
i miss you
8:31 PM
i know i shouldn't say that
8:31 PM
i know i shouldn't even text you
8:32 PM
but i can't do this anymore
8:32 PM
please say something
Your chest tightened. Three weeks of silence, and now this—her desperation breaking through, risking everything.
You stared at the screen, knowing what you should do. Delete. Ignore. Follow the rules that kept her safe.
Instead, your fingers moved.
8:35 PM
The coffee in LA is terrible.
A pause. You could almost see her confusion.
8:36 PM
what?
8:37 PM
that's what you have to say?
You smiled faintly. Even the way you message her—capitalized first letters—is unique from hers.
8:38 PM
I hear New York's is better
Might try it when I get there
8:40 PM
when will you be in new york?
8:41 PM
Tomorrow.
8:41 PM
Early flight.
You weren't supposed to be on tomorrow's flight. You were meant to follow a day later. Keep the distance. Maintain the separation they'd enforced.
8:42 PM
you changed your flight?
8:43 PM
Figured I should see the Empire State Building.
8:43 PM
Heard the view is worth the risk.
Your heart pounded. The careful wording. The hidden meaning. Saying everything without saying anything that could truly incriminate either of you.
8:45 PM
there's a small coffee shop
8:45 PM
by the hotel
8:46 PM
i was planning to go there
8:46 PM
after tomorrow's rehearsal
8:47 PM
around 4
A plan. Hidden in casual conversation.
8:48 PM
Sounds like a good place for coffee.
8:49 PM
it is
8:49 PM
they say it's quiet
8:50 PM
not many people know about it
8:51 PM
I like quiet.
The conversation was innocent enough on the surface. Anyone reading would see nothing but meaningless chatter about coffee.
But between the lines: a plan. A meeting. A rebellion.
8:53 PM
i have to go
8:53 PM
sakura is calling
8:54 PM
don't forget to try the coffee
8:54 PM
it's been too long since you had a good cup
You stared at those last words. The double meaning clear.
8:55 PM
I won't forget.
You deleted the conversation. She would do the same.
But the promise remained.
Tomorrow. New York. 4 PM.
Day Twenty-one would break the rules. Day Twenty-one would change everything.
—
You got to the airport before the others. Boarded the flight before the others. Got the first class treatment that the board thinks you like.
The whole seat had a door. You closed it just in case you saw Chaewon. In case you lost it.
Despite it all, you knew she was there, the wisp of her soft perfume serenaded you even through thick mahogany wood panels—through the opulence of first class.
You kept your eyes fixed on your laptop screen. Work emails you couldn't focus on. Words blurring together as your mind fixed on one thought:
Tomorrow. 4 PM. Her hotel.
The ‘coffee shop’ wasn't a coffee shop at all. You both knew that. A code thin enough that anyone monitoring would see through it, yet plausible enough to maintain deniability.
The flight attendant asked if you wanted champagne. You declined. Asked for water instead. Needed a clear head.
Five hours trapped in a metal tube, knowing she was just rows behind you. Five hours of pretending the center of your universe wasn't within reach.
Your phone buzzed. A text from the Chairman.
‘Landing at JFK ahead of Le Sserafim. Good optics. Keep distance in New York. Almost done.’
Almost done. The words echoed.
Twenty days down. One more to go.
Tomorrow, at 4 PM, you would break every rule they had set. You would go to her hotel. You would see her—really see her—for the first time in three weeks.
And then what?
You had no plan beyond that moment. No strategy for what came after. The executive who planned everything had no contingency for this. A hollow cadaver. Waning the flames that could be easily put if you just resisted.
If only.
The plane took off, carrying you toward New York. Toward her. Toward whatever came next.
You closed your eyes, but sleep wouldn't come. All you could think about was her text:
i miss you
Three small words that had unraveled three weeks of carefully maintained distance.
Three small words that weren't the three words you couldn't stop thinking about since that night:
i love you
—
After you left her hotel room, after you hugged her, after you saw her face up close—dangerously close to kissing her—everything collapsed once more. The dregs of your hope were gone once again: You wanted only her. Only her.
You walked past the hallway, trying not to look suspicious under the camera—which, to be frank, was impossible.
And pressed the keycard onto the door, as suspiciously as possible, and entered. With your back to the closed door, you pulled out your phone and messaged her.
4:07 PM
Let’s meet again
4:08 PM
where?
4:08 PM
On the rooftop
4:09 PM
i miss you
4:10 PM
You just saw me.
4:10 PM
i know
4:11 PM
Hang in there.
Chaewon.
4:11 PM
i like it when you say my name.
4:12 PM
Chaewon, this can end your career.
4:12 PM
i dont care.
i want you.
only you.
You slid down the door and sat. With your phone still in hand.
You’re about to risk everything. Was it love that meant protecting her forever? Was it love that meant you couldn’t still yourself for a month or a year, wait, and wait, until she’s finally free?
Damn it all.
—
Chaewon’s Diary—Part 2 of May 15, 2025
He wants to meet me. On the rooftop.
Why?
Is he gonna kiss me? Is he gonna reject me once more?
Was it even a rejection in the first place? He promised. He promised. Oh god, my head hurts, I can’t think of anything.
All I can think of is him. My executive.
—
As the sun turns orange in its preparation for slumber, you make your way to the rooftop of the hotel. The elevator chimes, almost too loud, and you enter with a towel on-hand. There’s moments where the shiver runs through your entire body—not out of being scared, but of the possibility of seeing Chaewon again.
The elevator reaches the top floor. And in your hopes of not seeing anyone there, you were vindicated. No one. Nobody. Just a heated pool with the bougiest accommodations possible.
Thank the heavens, you thought.
Now it’s time to patiently wait, to not gnaw through your teeth like it’s cardboard in anticipation (which is easier said than done).
Regardless, you waited, sitting on one of the chairs, overlooking the sunset. The breeze was chilly, but nothing that you couldn’t endure.
So you waited.
But just for a moment, you closed your eyes.
—
‘Silly.’
Your eyes opened.
There she was. Chaewon. In all her glory
In the 2 hours you haven’t seen her, when the sun gained its slightly orange tint, she’s progressed into something like a goddess. Brown bob-cut, a perfect face…. Perfection incarnate.
‘You fell asleep.’
‘Oh.’ That’s about all you could get out; too busy staring at her.
‘I missed you.’
‘It’s been 2 hours.’
‘I know.’
‘You’re about to risk everything.
‘I know.’
‘Your career. Your… everything.’
‘You are my everything.’ She replies—climbing on top of you. Crystalline tears formed around the rims of her eyes.
‘Chaewon. Please.’
‘There’s nothing quite like this… hm?’ She says, amused at how doomed everything seemed to be.
‘Fighting against inevitability.’ You continue. Pressing your thumbs against her cheekbones once again, where tears flow once again.
‘I’m so selfish.’
‘Don’t say that. Don’t say that… I am too.’
‘I thought if I avoided you. Long enough. Maybe, just maybe, we would’ve had a better chance. Look at me now, on you, risking everything.’
She softly collapsed on your chest, huffing her tears. And you spread your palm along her soft hair, this perfect hair.
‘You are so beautiful. Chaewon.’
‘I love you.’
Perhaps this is where it all topples. The final wall, once a 100-story skyscraper, reduced to mere ruins.
And you kiss her; grab the nape of her neck and press yourself closer to the kiss. Her lips. Her soft moans. Little squeals.
Fuck.
You press yourself against the hotness of her mouth. Her velvety mouth crossed along your own. An apprehensive rush to it—oxymoron be damned—you wanted everything Chaewon—while not crossing any lines.
Despite it all, Chaewon’s soft hands ventured forth to your arms, grasped them tight and placed them right along her thin waist.
She wants it.
She wants you.
And that just about does it.
You release just for a bit. Look at her half-lidded eyes, seemingly, under pure bliss.
‘If we continue…’ You say, each syllable harder than the previous. The fact that you’re here, kissing Chaewon, feeling her body, just as you dreamed, just as you wished for all time—makes it harder to think of all the consequences.
The impending doom—so to speak.
‘You idiot.’ She replies.
‘What?’
‘I’ve risked everything and more to be here with you right now. And you think I’ll flake out now? Of all times—now?’
You laugh, so close to her mouth; you stare at her, and she’s attempting eyebrow-knitted frustration that’s more cute than anything else.
‘You’re so cute.’
‘Oh shut up.’
‘You’re everything to me.’
‘...So are you.’
Her eyes glisten something transcendent and she moves to kiss you again. That velvety soft mouth, of mint, of something fruity.
Pure bliss.
‘I want you.’ She squeaks out, between the kisses.
‘You have me.’ You reply, accidentally bumping teeth. Soft laughter ensues.
She’s so soft against your palms—the small of her back, the tightness of her waist, the bump of her bra-strap. Inbetween it all, moaning something sweet into your mouth. She releases just for a second, catching a glimpse of you; her lips are all kiss-bitten and swollen, soft and supple; ‘We’re two walking cadavers, you know.’
‘Lust and learning Chaewon. That’s all there is to it.’
Instead of a quick and bratty reply—
‘That’s true.’
Her lips land on yours once again. Flight and apprehensive, her thin arms wrap around you like you’re something to lose: tight enough that you know she’s there.
Her meek body is warm against you—just a shroud of clothing between your hand and her milky skin. You needed her. Wanted her more. An indulgence that satiation could barely meet.
So you flip her over; on this thin pool chair, a little bougie, Chaewon was splayed across.
And god.
It was all worth it. Your executive position on standstill—bound for execution. Your impending exile. All of it.
White t-shirt, thin shorts, and just a smidgen of make-up—lip-stick all smudged along her plump lips.
Being away for just a second was tantamount to hell: You dived in. Her body felt so docile and meek under you—squirming along your hot touch. Surround your thick arms around her thin waist, let her back bend in response, feel her stomach press upon you as you kiss her into the pool chair—little soft squeals the guiding light to it all.
Her hands ventured low to bunch up her t-shirt, and you helped her; really, you wanted to press on her soft naked abdomen, venture up to her naked sternum, feeling the soft naked swell of her—
Her t-shirt slipped off quickly, and there laid her gorgeous torso.
You pressed kisses along her collarbone; just enough pressure to leave a mark there for days.
Just in case, you say, don’t forget me, just for a day or two.
You press softer kisses along the softer flesh below her collarbone, feeling her skin, really conceptualizing that she’s there. Really fucking there. And you laugh, under your breath; as if Chaewon knew exactly what you were thinking, her palm lands right on your cheek—softly grazing.
‘I’m here.’
‘Right. Right.’
Gain composure. This goddess awaits you.
So you venture forth. Along her neck muscle, the soft tendon that trembles under your kiss, the loose skin that gets her squirming under you, muscles tensing. Just below her jaw, you suck on her skin, tight, really tight, until you’re sure that there’s a welting hickey right there.
You observe how the red blooms, slowly gaining almost a purple hue. Nothing could cover that.
‘You’re really asking to be caught.’ She says, almost satisfied you left a mark on her.
‘Are you gonna cover it?’
‘Why would I cover what you give me?’ Her expression is pure seduction. Aphrodite incarnate.
Again, your world exploded.
You kiss her rougher this time. Muss up her hair. Venture beneath her waist. Pull at her firm thighs. Hands venture along the sides of her, your cold fingertips get her softly squirming beneath your touch—shimmers of gooseflesh rising along the delicate curves of her side, right under your fingertips.
The bronze sun shimmers off her torso as something like a masterpiece—faint shadows articulated along her perfect body—different orange, yellow hues bouncing off and enhancing the swells and curves and everything she had.
You pull her waist softly to get it bent again, venturing underneath, feeling her spine; venturing along her spine, the soft swell of it all—she’s here, she wants you, all 2 years of it condensed into this moment.
The bra-strap hits you like a reminder that her bosom was hidden beneath, the gentle swells and curves all a devious hint at what lay under.
So you clip it.
She shivers at the realization. The clip was off. And your hands automatically moved to take it off completely.
Her arms softly push together her torso: Displaying the treasure that laid before you.
Beautiful bronze peaks.
God.
God!
‘Ready the funeral wreaths for me. Chaewon.’
She scoffs. Then a soft laugh choked her up.
Your two hands softly teased the sides of her breasts; the way it surrendered to the slightest force; you ventured across her swell, feeling the desperate softness of her naked breasts. All while kissing her desperately. Your hands felt up and down, side-to-side, until she squirmed for relief: That’s when your fingers brushed over her perfect nipples.
And you had to look.
The way she shivered. God. Biting the side of her index finger. Moaning. Soft. Squealing even as you watched her carefully. The way her tongue traced a wet line along her lips—goading you, Aphrodite.
Your kiss ventured down, the soft tendon of her neck, the firm sternum.
Then finally—her breasts.
You kiss the soft skin.
Circling it.
The part that needed relief.
Teasing her. Even if the perpetuity of a multi-billion dollar company finding a way to bury you was crushing, her presence relieved it all.
Latched on.
‘Ahhh~’
‘Music to my ears.’
‘Oh shut up.’
‘Gladly.’
You dug in. Breaths became rigidly quick. Your other hand massaged the other breast. The nipple between your teeth got the most beautiful notes out of her.
By the time you stopped, her entire body shook.
‘Did you just cum?’
Her weak arm fell softly on your chest—apparently—a punch.
‘No.’
A sick grin grew on you, and you wrapped your arms around her; kissing her jawline.
‘You really did cum.’
Before you could do anything, her two hands squished your cheeks together.
‘Take responsibility.’
Trapped between her two small hands, you laugh. ‘I know. I know.’ A soft kiss on her sweat-slick forehead.
Your smirk lingers as you press another kiss against her temple. ‘You’ve got some nerve, you know that?’
Chaewon shifts slightly, resting her chin on your shoulder. ‘Nerve?’ she echoes, voice still breathless.
‘You climbed on top of me, seduced me, came just from me playing with your tits…’ Your hands wander, sliding down the dip of her back, feeling the heat of her skin. ‘And now you’re telling me to take responsibility?’
She hums, fingers tracing light, absentminded shapes on your chest. ‘Mmm. That’s right.’
You chuckle against her perfumed hair—sweet, fruity. ‘And what exactly does ‘taking responsibility’ mean to you?’
Her lips barely brush your ear as she murmurs, ‘It means you don’t stop until I can’t think straight.’
Your breath catches.
And then, you’re moving.
With a swift motion, you flip her onto her back, her body bouncing slightly against the lounge chair. She gasps, eyes wide for only a second before a slow, knowing grin spreads across her lips.
‘Too much?’ you tease, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand.
Chaewon shakes her head, cheeks flushed, wrists tightening. ‘Not even close.’
You take a moment to admire her like this—laid out beneath you, messy hair spread out over the cushion, lips still kiss-bitten and swollen. Her chest rises and falls with anticipation, and her legs shift restlessly against yours, already needing more.
‘I love this look on you,’ you murmur, tracing your free hand down her side. ‘All desperate and needy.’
Feigning offense, ‘I am not needy.’
‘Oh?’ Your fingers dance along the waistband of her shorts, teasing, not quite moving further. ‘Then what do you call this?’
She squirms. Just slightly. Just enough.
‘I call it,’ she whispers, tugging at her trapped wrists, ‘a challenge.’
Oh.
A thrill rushes through you.
Your grip on her wrists tightens slightly, your knee nudging between her legs, pressing against the wet heat of her core. She gasps, back arching, but you don’t move—just let her feel the pressure, let her know exactly what she’s asking for.
‘Careful, baby,’ you murmur, leaning down, lips hovering just above hers. ‘You might not like what happens when I take that challenge.’
Chaewon’s grin is pure defiance, pure want.
‘Try me.’
And so you do.
Your hand finally slips beneath the waistband of her shorts, fingers sliding between her soaked folds, feeling the way she clenches around nothing, already so ready for you.
‘You’re soaked,’ you murmur against her neck, voice full of something dark and satisfied. ‘You’ve been like this since I was playing with your tits, huh?’
She whines, trying to twist her wrists free, but you don’t let her go.
‘You’re not getting out of this,’ you tease, slipping one finger inside her, the velvety pink folds, feeling her tense, then relax, then tighten again as you curl it just right, just fucking right, just until she curls her back to you. ‘You wanted me to take responsibility?’ You slip another finger into her, the tight wetness of her, stretching her slowly. ‘Then take it.’
Her breath stutters. And she moans.
Your thumb circles her clit, slow but firm, coaxing out soft, trembling moans that get swallowed by the night air.
And then, just when she starts getting lost in it—just when her hips start rolling, when she’s clenching desperately around your fingers—you stop.
Your hand is stuck on her wrists, and the other—fucking her senseless.
Her whine is immediate. ‘No, no, don’t—’
You smirk against her throat. ‘Not so fun when I’m the one teasing, huh?’
‘You’re evil.’
‘I’m making sure you really feel it.’ You drag your fingers out completely, holding them up just enough for her to see the way they glisten in the dim light. ‘And you do feel it, don’t you, baby?’
Chaewon glares at you, still breathless, still burning up, but there’s something playful in the way she juts her chin out.
‘Fine,’ she murmurs. ‘If you’re gonna tease…’
Then, before you can react, she hooks her legs around your waist and grinds up against you, rubbing herself against your cock through your pants—needy, desperate, shameless.
Your breath leaves you in a sharp hiss.
‘Shit.’
She grins. ‘What was that?’
You grip her hips, forcing them to still. ‘You really wanna play that game?’
She tilts her head. ‘You gonna stop me?’
No. No, you’re not.
You’re gonna fuck her senseless.
Your grip tightens around her hips, firm enough that she stops moving—but not before you grind back, pressing yourself against the slick heat between her thighs, making her gasp.
‘Chaewon,’ you murmur, voice rough, a warning. ‘You’re playing a dangerous game.’
She exhales shakily, eyes locked onto yours, her body taut beneath you.
‘You sure you’re ready for the consequences?’ You add.
Instead of answering, she licks her lips and tugs at her trapped wrists again. ‘Dear, I forgot about consequences a long time ago.’
You smirk, it’s true. You’re about to fuck her on this pool chair. Open to 360 degrees of vision, just the slightest glimpse and they’d see you fucking Chaewon. The fact that you’d lose your position the moment they saw you within 5 feet of Chaewon, let alone fucking her.
Fight against fate with absurdity.
You shift, focusing on the moment, leaning down so your lips barely ghost over hers. ‘I like you like this,’ you admit, your voice low, teasing. ‘All spread out, squirming, desperate—’
She whimpers when you roll your hips into her again, the friction delicious, just enough to drive her crazy without giving her what she really wants.
‘You’re so mean,’ she breathes, but her body betrays her, arching up, trying to chase more.
You chuckle, finally freeing her wrists—only for her to grab the collar of your shirt and yank you down into a kiss.
It’s messy, all tongue and heat, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer, like she’s trying to mold herself to you completely. You groan into her mouth, one hand gripping her thigh, the other slipping beneath her shorts again, fingers finding their place against her soaked entrance.
She’s so fucking wet.
You tease her with your fingertips, barely dipping inside, a soft squelch, just enough to make her whimper into the kiss.
‘God, you need it, huh?’ you murmur against her lips.
She nods frantically, her hands clawing at your shoulders. ‘Please.’
Your breath catches at how wrecked she already sounds. ‘Please what?’
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t hesitate. ‘Please fuck me.’
You curse under your breath.
Then you sit up, hands moving with quick precision—grabbing the waistband of her shorts and yanking them down her legs, tossing them aside without care.
And finally, she’s bare beneath you.
You take a moment, just looking at her. The way she’s sprawled out, chest rising and falling rapidly, legs slightly parted, glistening with need.
‘You’re perfect.’
Chaewon bites her lip, her gaze flicking down—to where you’re already painfully hard, straining against your pants. She reaches forward, fingers trembling slightly as they brush over you, tracing the outline of your cock.
You let out a sharp breath.
‘You’re still dressed,’ she murmurs. ‘Not fair.’
She’s right.
So you fix it.
You shed your clothes as quickly as possible, the fabric falling to the floor, forgotten. When you look at her again, she’s staring at you—all of you—her lips slightly parted, eyes dark.
Then, slowly, her fingers curl around your cock, stroking once, twice, making your whole body tense.
‘Fuck.’
She grins. ‘That was cute.’
You glare at her, grip tightening on her hips. ‘You wanna see cute? Keep talking.’
She laughs, breathy, and guides you between her legs.
Your tip brushes against her entrance, and her laughter dies into a shaky inhale.
You barely push in, just an inch, feeling how tight, how hot she is, and you both groan at the same time.
Chaewon’s nails dig into your shoulders. ‘More,’ she gasps.
You give her more.
You sink into her inch by inch, stretching her, filling her completely, watching the way her pink lips part as she takes all of you.
She feels unreal.
You curse, head falling to her shoulder, breathing heavily against her skin. ‘You’re so—fuck—you feel so good.’
She’s trembling, her arms wrapping around your back, holding you as close as possible. ‘Move. Please—move.’ she pleads, desperately whispering hot breath into your ear, as you bury yourself into her petite shoulder.
And so you do.
Your hips pull back, then roll forward again, slow, wet, a stretched squelch, setting a slow, deliberate pace—making sure she feels everything. Every inch, every pulse, every deep thrust that has her gasping your name like a prayer.
She’s already falling apart beneath you, legs wrapped around your waist, nails raking down your back.
‘Faster. Oh please, faster.’ she breathes.
You obey.
Your hips snap against hers, faster, deeper, her moans turning into desperate little cries with every thrust.
‘You’re taking me so well,’ you murmur, kissing the shell of her ear, your fingers tangling with hers as you pin her hands above her head again. ‘Like you were made for this.’
She nods frantically, barely able to form words, barely able to do anything but cling to you and feel.
Her lips quiver. ‘I was made for you.’
She finally unravels, clenching around you so tightly, her whole body trembling, a gushing pressure around your cock, her musical chant of bliss filling your ears—you follow right after, burying yourself as deep as possible, spilling into her your entire seed, painting her cervix white, losing yourself completely.
For a long moment, there’s nothing but heavy breathing, tangled limbs, the aftermath of everything you’ve held back for so long.
Then, finally, Chaewon exhales, pressing a lazy kiss to your jaw.
‘You’re definitely taking responsibility,’ she whispers.
You chuckle, pressing your forehead against hers.
There’s something nonsensical about it all. You’d rather not think about it. Your lover. The woman of your dreams underneath you, who took your seed, who keeps kissing the shell of your ear like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.
But it keeps coming back.
The fact that no one caught you on the rooftop is a miracle.
The fact that maybe tomorrow or the day after is the day you get caught is… reality.
You want to fight everything that distends you from your dream, your everything: Chaewon.
But it’s frail. You can see it in her eyes too. Even as you rest your sweat-slick forehead against hers, blowing soft hairs out of her forehead—you can see tears coast on her red-rimmed eyes.
She loves you.
The near chance that you may be separated tears at you, hacks at your soul.
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