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Jisung despaired after unilaterally receiving a breakup notice from Hayoung.
He vaguely guessed that Hayoung had left for Jeju Island, but he couldn’t figure out which guesthouse she was staying at.
If he had known this would happen, he would have listened to her more. He deeply regretted scolding Hayoung for wanting to stay in a guesthouse instead of a hotel.
But fate didn’t intend for him to give up. Using the clue of a guesthouse with an ocean view in Seogwipo, he rented a car and drove along the coast for 24 hours.
He had submitted his resignation, but he was still a prosecutor of the Republic of Korea. He didn’t have a search warrant, but his ID card was enough to intimidate the guesthouse owners.
It wouldn’t have worked if Hayoung had stayed in a hotel, but fortunately, this aggressive approach worked on the naive guesthouse owners.
Seeing a prosecutor chasing after a Seoul woman who had arrived alone with a suitcase, the guesthouse owners, fearing involvement in a crime, readily revealed that Hayoung was staying there.
That’s how he found Hayoung at the fourteenth guesthouse he visited. The guesthouse owner was dumbfounded to see a prosecutor kissing a woman who looked like a criminal, but Jisung didn’t care. He bribed the owner to smooth things over and entered a hotel with Hayoung, which offered a panoramic ocean view.
“Staying at a guesthouse would have been fine. The view there was nice too.”
“Shall we go back then?”
“No. But it smelled a bit musty...”
Jisung pulled Hayoung, who was hesitating at the entrance of the hotel suite, inside.
His lower body felt stiff. Were humans just helpless animals? He had been so worried about losing Hayoung, but as soon as that worry subsided, his desire surged like a tidal wave.
“The guesthouse walls weren’t soundproof.”
“Yeah...”
“I don’t think I can hold back moans.”
“You don’t make noise when you say ‘Oppa’.”
“You, not me.”
Hayoung’s flushed face at Jisung’s words was incredibly lovely.
Jisung threw off his suit jacket. Come to think of it, he had been so focused on finding Hayoung that he was still wearing the same clothes he had worn when he left work yesterday.
He had driven around Seogwipo in a rental car without even finding accommodation after arriving in Jeju, so now he was finally conscious of his unwashed appearance.
Jisung suddenly lifted Hayoung and carried her on his shoulder. Then and now, Song Hayoung was light. The thought of turning this light-as-a-feather girl around and thrusting into her made his climax feel imminent.
“Take off your clothes.”
As soon as he put Hayoung down in the bathroom, Jisung’s mouth watered as he thought about how he would devour her.
Hayoung, blushing with embarrassment, obediently took off her clothes. The moment of undressing while looking at each other in broad daylight was incredibly thrilling.
As Hayoung unhooked her bra, her full breasts swayed and spilled out. Even in Jisung’s unusually large hands, her large breasts felt luscious and overflowing. He felt like he would be ecstatic even if he suffocated and died while burying his face in her soft skin.
Next, as she lowered her panties, black hair on her fair skin caught his eye. He wanted to bury his nose in Hayoung’s pubic hair and greedily suck her vulva, but first, he needed to wash himself and wash Hayoung too.
He stepped under the showerhead with hot water pouring out and pulled her into his embrace. Jisung washed his body while sucking on Hayoung’s lips.
He needed to wash every corner of his body with soap before entering Hayoung’s depths, but his cock, bobbing in front of her navel, yearned for insertion and released pre-ejaculate.
“Hoo...”
Jisung briefly pulled his lips away from Hayoung’s and covered his cock with lather. As he washed his cock, the prickly feel of the hair on his palm felt rough. He had been bothered by the stubble that had grown back in the few days since his last shave, and he realized that if he entered Hayoung’s body in this state, her delicate skin would probably get red and irritated.
“This won’t do.”
Jisung grabbed the razor provided in the amenities. Hayoung, who was washing herself, looked at Jisung taking out the razor with a bewildered expression.
“Are you going to shave?”
“Yeah.”
“Your beard does feel a bit rough. Should I shave it for you?”
Hayoung caressed the stubble around Jisung’s chin with her hand. But Jisung covered her mound with his palm full of shaving cream.
“Will you do this?”
“Wha- what are you doing...?”
Hayoung, who naturally thought Jisung was going to shave his beard, parted her lips as she watched him lather the area around his cock.
“It’s going inside Hayoung’s body. I need to clean it thoroughly.”
“You don’t really need to shave that. I thought you were going to shave your beard.”
“If I’m going to suck your pussy, I need to shave my beard too. It’ll get all irritated if I suck it.”
“Huh?”
“And I need to shave down there to fuck you.”
“Ugh?”
Hayoung’s pupils shook violently at Jisung’s muttered lewd talk. Jisung, finding her flustered appearance cute, deliberately used even coarser language.
“It’d be hot to see it all red and gaping every time my cock goes in and out. But I can just imagine that. It’ll be a big problem if it gets hurt.”
“No, why are you having such thoughts when you’re normally a sane person?”
He felt like he would go crazy with love for the flustered Hayoung. There was no other way to explain the tingling in his chest.
Jisung suddenly pulled Hayoung’s waist. He generously applied shaving cream to Hayoung’s mound, who didn’t know what to do. White foam thickly covered Hayoung’s vulva like whipped cream topping a waffle.
“Let’s shave you too while we’re at it.”
“Oppa, why are you doing this to me...”
“I want to see what our Hayoung’s pussy looks like in detail.”
“You’ve seen it all. Stop bothering me.”
“Bothering you? Oppa only has Hayoung. We love each other so much, but I still don’t really know what Hayoung’s pussy looks like. I can draw your face with my eyes closed, but I can’t really picture our Hayoung’s pussy when I close my eyes. Does that make sense?”
“Why would you even try to picture that with your eyes closed, like a pervert...”
“It’s because I want to think of you all the time, whether I’m awake or asleep.”
Of course, he knew everything about Hayoung’s anatomy, but it was better to act innocent in these situations. Hayoung, not realizing Jisung’s sly intentions, nodded helplessly.
“Okay...”
“It’s not like I’m doing anything bad. I’m just trying to learn about your body. At my age, please acknowledge my burning academic passion.”
“Just be full of that academic passion somewhere else.”
“I think I’m making up for not getting early education. Late learning is fun.”
Jisung knelt down between Hayoung’s legs. As he lightly placed the razor on her pubic hair, Hayoung winced and took a step back, pulling her thighs together.
“Hmph, this feels weird.”
“It’s okay. Would Oppa ever hurt Hayoung?”
“You won’t make it bleed, will you?”
Even while showing her naked vulva, Hayoung, afraid of bleeding, seemed like a child wearing an adult’s mask.
What was he supposed to do when a twenty-five-year-old adult woman was still so adorably childlike? Even when Hayoung was fifty-five, she would probably always be a precious and cute chick in Jisung’s eyes.
“Stay still.”
Jisung moved the razor blade in a straight line. As the cream was pushed away by the sharp blade, Hayoung’s fair inner skin was revealed.
“Hmph, scary.”
Hayoung’s labia quivered every time Jisung moved the razor. Jisung chuckled softly as he ran his hand between Hayoung’s legs.
“Good. Hayoung-ah, put one leg on my shoulder.”
Before Hayoung could answer, Jisung lifted her left leg onto his shoulder.
The widened crevice due to the position was clearly exposed.
“Hold your balance well, or you’ll get hurt if you move.”
“I don’t have a good sense of balance.”
“Lean on my head and hold on.”
Hayoung supported herself by placing both hands on Jisung’s head as he instructed. Jisung carefully shaved down Hayoung’s trembling labia majora.
Slurp, tsut.
While shaving, Jisung was so captivated by Hayoung’s beautiful genitals that he pressed his lips to her mucous membrane. Startled by the unexpected stimulation, Hayoung cried out and lowered her leg.
“You scared me!”
“Oppa has a knife, so you have to be careful.”
“I was surprised.”
“Surprised, or excited?”
“N- no.”
“No? You’re soaking wet.”
Jisung wiped the fluid flowing down Hayoung’s fair thighs with his hand. Water poured down again from the showerhead, and Jisung spread her legs wide, neatly shaving around her vaginal opening.
“Are you done?”
“Not yet.”
He rinsed off the remaining foam with hot water and then spread Hayoung’s vulva open with his fingers.
The clear fluid glistened on her delicate pink skin, where not a single hair remained, exposed.
“What should I do, Hayoung-ah?”
“Why?”
“If you don’t shave every three days from now on, our Hayoung’s pussy will get prickly like Oppa’s beard.”
Jisung caressed Hayoung’s smooth labia majora with his hand. The delicate skin that wrapped around his fingers was unbelievably soft, as if it couldn’t be human skin.
“You should have said that sooner!”
“It’ll be super itchy, though?”
Hayoung reacted heatedly, as if she hadn’t expected that. Jisung’s eyes gleamed darkly as he kissed her clit with a smacking sound.
“Did you do that on purpose?”
“Oppa will shave you every day.”
Jisung stood up. Holding his cock in his hand, he moved the razor around, shaving the hair, and Hayoung glanced down at his lower body with curious eyes.
“Let me try too.”
“Try what, hmph.”
Before Jisung could finish his sentence, Hayoung grabbed his cock. Jisung couldn’t speak due to the rising urge to ejaculate, and Hayoung laughed as if she had found his weakness.
“So you can’t move if I do this?”
“Hoo, Hayoung-ah. Let go.”
“Stay still.”
Hayoung fondled Jisung’s cock with her small hands and snatched the razor from his hand.
Of course, he could have easily taken it back with force, but he found Hayoung’s attempt to train him cute, so he briefly yielded his cock to her.
“Hoo...”
This time, Hayoung knelt down in front of Jisung and shaved his lower body with the razor. Even while his intimate area was being shaved by a blade, he stared blankly at Hayoung’s face as she looked at his genitals.
“It’s really prickly.”
“Shave carefully. You’ll scrape your pussy.”
“All talk.”
Hayoung squeezed Jisung’s cock tightly, as if she didn’t want to hear nagging.
“Ha, it’s hard to hold back if you do this.”
“Don’t hold back.”
At Hayoung’s provocative gaze as she knelt in front of him, the thread of his reason snapped instantly.
To make matters worse, Hayoung cupped both of her breasts in her hands and sandwiched his cock between them.
“Hoo, Song Hayoung.”
“Oppa always cherishes me too much. He won’t even let me suck it.”
At the feeling of his cock being squeezed between her swaying breasts, Jisung steadied himself by placing one hand on the wall, catching his breath.
It was always like this in front of Song Hayoung. He hesitated to thrust freely because he treasured her, but in the end, his instincts took over and drove him.
“Stand up.”
“Cum in my breasts.”
“You don’t get excited when I do it like this. I don’t want sex where only Oppa has fun. Stop it, I’ll suck it.”
As Jisung tried to lift Hayoung, she opened her mouth, her large eyes sparkling.
“Oppa, please cum.”
“Ha, you bitch.”
Why was he so weak to Hayoung’s polite language? Unable to resist his lust for even a moment, Jisung ejaculated thickly into Hayoung’s cleavage.
“Hmph.”
Sticky semen thoroughly wet Hayoung’s full breasts. The sight of Hayoung’s breasts glistening with his semen was so arousing that he felt like he would lose his mind if he looked at them any longer.
“I know Oppa’s weakness now.”
“Hoo... You know now?”
His reason had long since vanished. Jisung finished rinsing off the foam cleanly and then lightly held Hayoung like a bride, without even drying her.
“What are you doing? Let go of me!”
“You only use polite language when it suits your tiny self.”
Jisung, striding out of the bathroom, threw Hayoung onto the bed. Burying his face between Hayoung’s legs, which had just been shaved, he bit into her plump flesh, filling his mouth.
“Haah, ugh!”
He sucked on her soft skin. Red marks quickly appeared on her vulva. Jisung licked her fluids and parted the crevice with his tongue.
He pushed his tongue into her soft flesh. Even though it was the same flesh, it felt unbelievably soft without the hair. Jisung, intoxicated by the unbelievable sensation, teased her labia in various ways.
“Hmph, Oppa.”
Chulup, tsut.
He didn’t even hear Hayoung’s call. Intoxicated by the sensation of her lips against his, he frantically explored between her legs like a madman.
“Oppa, please put it in.”
“Huh?”
But at Hayoung’s one polite sentence, Jisung stopped moving.
He wiped the glistening fluid from his lips with the back of his hand and met Hayoung’s eyes. He was dumbfounded by his own involuntary smile.
So, Song Hayoung just had to use polite language for him to grin like an idiot.
He knew how foolish he must look, but he couldn’t help the smile that came whenever he looked at Hayoung.
“Now, hmph, stop it and put it in.”
“Shall I put it in?”
“Yeah.”
“Polite language.”
“Please, put it in.”
Jisung swallowed the spreading smile at his lips, rubbing the tip of his cock against her vulva.
And suddenly, he imagined how joyful his life would be if this cute and lovely woman had his child.
It would be the moment Kwon Jisung’s life, which had been like a hamster wheel, would become happy.
“Hayoung-ah.”
“Yes?”
“I’m old, you know.”
“Oppa’s not old.”
“I am.”
“Ugh...?”
First, he tried using his age as an excuse when he wanted something.
“Even if we have a child now, I’ll be over fifty when the kid goes to college.”
“Isn’t that normal these days?”
“Normal my ass. Some of my friends are already parents of elementary schoolers.”
“So?”
“Should we have a baby?”
Hayoung’s expression immediately turned serious, and she pouted her lips.
“You always carry condoms around so well, though?”
“So, you’d rather I carry Song Dooyoung’s condoms again?”
“No. Don’t even talk about my blood relatives in bed.”
“I didn’t bring condoms today. I was so busy looking for you, when would I have packed them?”
“It’s okay. There were some in the amenities.”
Even though she was aroused, she skillfully avoided the topic of having a child.
“I want to quickly have a child who looks like Song Hayoung.”
“......”
Looking at Hayoung, who was silent for a moment, he immediately regretted bringing up the topic.
“Don’t make that face, Hayoung-ah. I was just saying...”
“Son, can we make one?”
“Huh?”
And then, Hayoung suddenly opened her mouth as if she had made up her mind.
“Our first child will be a son, Oppa.”
“...Really?”
“The second will be a daughter.”
Hayoung, deciding the gender of their second child even before their first was conceived, made him laugh.
Hayoung looked up at Jisung and spread her legs wide. Jisung, who had been about to take out a condom from the amenities, was pushed towards Hayoung as she moved.
Warm, sticky flesh enveloped his shaft. Jisung grabbed the nape of Hayoung’s neck, who moaned with her head thrown back, and pressed his lips to hers.
“I love you, Hayoung-ah.”
“Oppa, I love you.”
The meaning of sex with the thought of their future child was even more ecstatic.
A promise that her and his sincerity would meet and bind ‘us’ forever.
In the face of a brilliant future, they became precious as one.
Jisung ran endlessly within the warm embrace of his woman. All night long, until morning dawned and night fell again. Their love continued endlessly.
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The summer of his eighth year was sweltering.
Just as Jisung, who was carrying a square satchel, was about to stand up from his seat, Song Dooyoung, who was sitting in front of him, held out a red envelope.
“It’s my birthday, so you have to come.”
He could have just told him to come.
Jisung blankly stared at Dooyoung’s birthday party invitation, which was diligently decorated with glitter glue. Song Dooyoung, who liked to talk loudly and was full of mischief, was popular among the other kids in the class. He was only giving out birthday party invitations to a select few friends, as if he were choosing them.
“What’s there if I go?”
“There’s pizza, chicken, and sweet and sour pork too.”
“Can’t I go too?”
“Mom said only ten people can come.”
“I want to go too!”
“Dooyoung-ah, me too, me too.”
Forgetting his mom’s warning to only bring exactly ten close friends, Song Dooyoung, who was weak at refusing, ended up inviting all his classmates.
“Okay! Everyone come!”
And so, the next day.
Because Dooyoung was afraid of getting scolded by his mom and hadn’t told her that he had invited all his classmates, the 27-pyeong apartment was filled to the brim with eight-year-old children.
Dooyoung’s mother, Kim Hye-ran, whose face had turned ashen, couldn’t close her mouth and pressed Dooyoung.
“You, what happened? Mom told you to invite only ten people!”
Eight-year-old Dooyoung’s face turned bright red, embarrassed to be scolded by his mom after boldly inviting all his classmates.
The oblivious children were running around the living room like a pack of wild dogs, and the shoes they had taken off overflowed from the entrance and even formed a mountain in the hallway.
“The kids all wanted to come...”
“What are you going to do if something happens? You should have told me beforehand. There isn’t much food either.”
“But I couldn’t just tell them not to come...”
“What did you say? Don’t talk back!”
Jisung, who had been quick-witted since he was young, noticed that Dooyoung was being scolded by his mom and bowed his head to Hye-ran.
“Then, Auntie, I’ll be going now.”
“Ah, no. Jisung-ah, you go sit down too.”
The aunt looked visibly uncomfortable, and Jisung hesitated whether he should sit down. Seeing this, she took his hand and pulled him.
“It’s alright, Jisung-ah. Auntie will quickly prepare some food, so you go play with the kids.”
“Yes.”
Dooyoung, oblivious, scurried to the living room and started playing tag with the other kids. Even at his young age, Jisung couldn’t shake the feeling that running around like this would cause noise complaints from downstairs.
“Jisung-ah.”
Just as Jisung was about to join the game with his friends, Dooyoung’s mom suddenly called him.
“Yes?”
“Is your mom home by any chance?”
“Yes.”
“What was Jisung’s home phone number again?”
Kim Hye-ran, holding a landline phone, asked Jisung. Since Jisung and Dooyoung lived close by and walked to school together every day, their mothers knew each other and greeted each other.
As Jisung recited his phone number, Dooyoung’s mom quickly called his house. Jisung was engrossed in playing tag with the other kids, and a little while later, Jisung’s mom arrived at Dooyoung’s house and busily started cooking.
“Jisung’s mom, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know Dooyoung would invite so many kids.”
“I’ve brought all the frozen cutlets, dumplings, and instant food we have at home, so let’s fry these up first. Shall we give the kids some snacks to tide them over?”
“Thank you, Jisung’s mom.”
Now, he would have thought to just order more delivery food, but back then, Dooyoung’s family, who were commoners, couldn’t afford to order enough delivery food to feed all the classmates.
As Dooyoung’s and Jisung’s moms were side by side in the kitchen, grilling and frying instant food, the loud cry of a baby started to be heard from somewhere.
“Waaaaah!”
Hye-ran, wearing an apron, was flustered and called out to Dooyoung at the top of her lungs.
“Dooyoung-ah!”
“What!”
Dooyoung, who had been chattering while playing tag, shouted back in response to his mom’s voice.
“Hayoung must be awake. Hold her for a bit.”
“Okay.”
Dooyoung, who was excited about the birthday party, was expected to grumble at his mom’s request to look after his younger sister, but he surprisingly went obediently into the master bedroom and came out holding the newborn baby.
The eight-year-old kids, who had been laughing and running around the whole house, instantly gathered around Dooyoung.
Dooyoung, who hadn’t received much attention for a while due to Hye-ran’s pregnancy and childbirth, seemed to be basking in the attention, acting proud as if he had become the center of attention since his younger sister was born.
“Waaaaah, waaaah.”
Jisung, who was usually indifferent and mature for his age, was mesmerized by the sight of the ‘baby’ he was seeing for the first time.
The white and fair baby, who had been crying so loudly, suddenly stopped crying when held in Dooyoung’s arms.
Her blinking eyes were, though it felt awkward to say, so cute. For eight-year-old Kwon Jisung’s life, it was the first time he felt something was adorable.
“Isn’t she really pretty?”
As Dooyoung boasted to his classmates, the girls made almost screaming noises, saying she was cute and causing a commotion.
“Can I hold her once?”
“Me too, Dooyoung-ah!”
The kids asked Dooyoung if they could hold Hayoung just once, but Dooyoung hugged Hayoung tightly as if protecting a princess from a villain and turned his body away.
“No way.”
Jisung found Dooyoung’s behavior unfamiliar.
Song Dooyoung, who couldn’t refuse and gave away all his pencils, colored paper, and newly bought stationery to his classmates. Song Dooyoung, who couldn’t say no to kids asking if they could come to his birthday party and ended up inviting the whole class, making his mom sweat.
He was suddenly protecting his younger sister like a mature adult.
The white and cute baby wriggled. The sight was so fascinating that Jisung also uttered an embarrassing word for the first time.
“She’s really cute.”
“Right? My little sister is really pretty, isn’t she?”
Dooyoung, thrilled by Jisung’s words, suddenly handed Hayoung to Jisung.
“Here, you hold her too.”
As Dooyoung handed Hayoung to Jisung, the girls became sulky and raised their voices.
“Hey! Why won’t you let us hold her but let Jisung hold her?”
“Jisung is my best friend.”
The girls looked at Jisung with envious eyes. Jisung, without even realizing it, looked at Hayoung in his arms, not knowing what to do.
His hands trembled, afraid that the baby might fall and get hurt if he did something wrong. Jisung, who hadn’t known fear even at his young age, strangely felt scared holding the baby for the first time.
“Waaaaah! Waaah!”
That was when it happened. As soon as she was in Jisung’s arms, the baby burst into tears. Dooyoung, startled, snatched Hayoung away from Jisung as if taking her back.
Jisung realized for the first time that there was something so small and precious that it made him want to protect it. He also had a fervent wish that he would have someone he wanted to protect like Dooyoung.
After the birthday party ended, Jisung walked home holding his mom’s hand. After helping to clean up Dooyoung’s house, which had become a ruin due to the party of eight-year-olds, and leaving his house, it was already eight in the evening.
“Mom.”
“Yeah?”
“Me too, a younger sibling.”
“A younger sibling?”
“Give me a younger sibling too.”
Jisung’s mother, Lee Mi-young, burst into laughter as if she was dumbfounded by his words.
“Go tell your dad.”
“Me too, a younger sibling.”
“You have an older brother.”
“Not an older brother, a younger sibling.”
“Is he throwing a tantrum, something he never does?”
Jisung, who was always mature, suddenly felt inexplicably sad. He wished he had a cute younger sibling like Dooyoung, instead of an older brother who always hit him on the head.
“I want a younger sibling too! I hate Hyung!”
“Does he think a younger sibling is like a puppy? That’s enough. Go play with your train.”
With those words, his mom scolded Jisung and went into the house. Jisung also went to his dad and begged him to make him a younger sibling, but his dad only left behind an incomprehensible answer: “I tied it up.”
*** By Yoon I-ah
“Oppa, hmph, Oppa. Dooyoung Oppaaaa!”
Hayoung, who had become an elementary school student, ran over, calling out to Dooyoung at the top of her lungs.
Dooyoung, a teenage boy in his puberty, was at an age where he cared a lot about what others thought, so he turned bright red just because his younger sister was calling him.
“Why are you calling me!”
“Hmph, Oppa. You know, Jo Taeyoung drew all over my pencil case, hmph.”
“So what.”
Even though he had been the proudest older brother in the world just a few years ago, Dooyoung now glared at Hayoung with a look of utter exasperation.
“Hmph, Oppa, ugh, Oppa, go and scold him.”
Hayoung sobbed, her chest heaving with sorrow, large tears like jewels streaming down her face. Her unusually fair and round face was quite doll-like and cute. Jisung observed Hayoung crying as if studying her.
Looking closely, and exaggerating a little, her three-headed body was also too funny. She couldn’t even speak properly because she was so upset, just sniffling, looking exactly like a girl in a gag parenting comic.
“Oppa! Oppaaaa! Oppa, scold him!”
The way she stomped her feet on the floor while shouting at the top of her lungs was also unbelievably identical to a comic book character. Judging by her curly hair tied in pigtails, she must have gotten a perm at the neighborhood hair salon.
Seeing her every day might be noisy, but seeing her like this occasionally was amusing.
The metal pencil case in her hand clattered. Every feature of her face was adorable, and every action was cute.
“You probably did something wrong.”
“Hwaaa! No! Jo Taeyoung, heuk, ugh, Oppa never listens to me, heueueuk...”
Tears poured from Hayoung’s eyes like a flood. Jisung, seeing someone cry like that for the first time, involuntarily sat down on the spot and met Hayoung’s eyes.
“Hayoung-ah, stop.”
“Hmph, Dooyoung Oppa, Dooyoung Oppa is the meanest in the world...”
“Who made Hayoung cry?”
“Jo Taeyoung, heuk, on my pencil case, heuk...”
“Should Oppa scold him?”
“Yeah!”
Hayoung, who had been crying so loudly that the neighborhood might float away, miraculously stopped crying at Jisung’s one word.
“What a drama queen.”
Dooyoung, who had been watching, clicked his tongue with his arms crossed.
“Hey, she can hear you.”
“Aren’t we going to eat pizza?”
Some girls from the same academy had asked Dooyoung to go eat pizza with them, and they were on their way, but Jisung didn’t really want to go.
He thought it would be much more rewarding to scold the culprit who had drawn on Hayoung’s pencil case than to follow Song Dooyoung, who had even styled his hair with tacky wax.
It wasn’t so much out of a pure desire to help Hayoung, but more because he was annoyed by the girls who kept confessing to him, and he used the innocent Hayoung as an excuse to avoid that situation.
“I’m going to go scold Jo Taeyoung or whatever his name is and then go, so you go on ahead.”
“If you don’t come, I’m eating your share too. Hurry up.”
“What a load of crap.”
“Song Hayoung can hear you.”
Anyway, Song Dooyoung. He could swear all sorts of things in front of Hayoung, but he couldn’t stand Jisung doing it.
Jisung sent Dooyoung off and headed to the playground with Hayoung. Hayoung, who had become proud, grabbed Jisung’s school uniform and gestured.
“Oppa! That’s Jo Taeyoung!”
Jisung strode over and clearly told Jo Taeyoung not to draw on pencil cases again. However, a passerby who suspiciously watched a tall male student in uniform scolding an elementary school student reported Jisung to the police. Unexpectedly, Jisung was scolded by the police who arrived, and Hayoung, startled by the sight, started crying loudly.
The neighborhood people thought a delinquent teenager was bullying young children at the playground and gathered in groups of twos and threes, pointing fingers. Jisung, who was also a teenager in his puberty like Dooyoung, was so embarrassed by the incident that he pretended not to know Hayoung for a while, even when she cried and followed him around.
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“Kwon Jisung. Did you rat me out?”
Dooyoung, who suddenly ran up from behind, slammed Jisung to the ground. Jisung and Dooyoung, who had been selected together for the national youth judo team, had similar skills and even the same weight class, making it difficult to determine their superiority in a fight. However, being attacked from behind without warning like this left him helpless.
“Shit, Song Dooyoung. Hoo...”
Jisung, who had fallen to the ground, tried to get up while recovering, but he ended up being pinned under Song Dooyoung, who charged at him like a dog.
“You crazy bastard! You think you’re so great? You rat out your only friend to the old man? You piece of shit.”
Two judo team members who were both tall and good-looking. Even though athletes were good at fighting, there was a wall between them and so-called ‘troublemakers.’ However, recently, Song Dooyoung had shown a growing interest in delinquency.
Jisung didn’t even care that Dooyoung was smoking. He figured if the guy wanted to ruin his lungs and didn’t care if his athletic performance declined, that was his business. Jisung didn’t feel any reason or need to stop him.
However, he heard that Dooyoung had skipped training camp with a false excuse that his grandfather had passed away, and then, being revered by the ‘troublemakers,’ had beaten up the Gangdong kids in a group fight.
No matter how tough the gang members who fought nationwide were, they couldn’t beat Dooyoung, who was a national youth judo athlete. In the midst of that, Dooyoung started to act cocky, and Jisung couldn’t bear to watch.
He didn’t want to try to persuade him, thinking about some pathetic loyalty between friends. He went straight to the coach. He explained the situation in one sentence, and it seemed the coach had dealt with Song Dooyoung.
“Do you think I ratted you out because I’m so great? Did you start judo to beat up civilians?”
Jisung grabbed Dooyoung’s collar and turned his body half a circle. Dooyoung, surprised by the offbeat timing, fell forward, and Jisung, in the reversed position, punched Dooyoung in the face this time.
Thwack!
It was a fight between promising judo athletes, but it didn’t follow the rules of judo. In the struggle that was turning into a literal ‘dogfight,’ blood burst from the faces of the two best friends.
“Shit. You wouldn’t know. I started exercising when I was seven, you crazy bastard. You started judo and became amazing overnight, so do I look like shit to you?”
“What?”
Jisung had just thought Dooyoung was lost, but he was taken aback by his friend’s unexpected tears.
While Jisung hesitated for a moment, Dooyoung pushed him to the ground this time. Song Dooyoung, who had climbed on top of Jisung who had fallen backward, punched him again.
“I don’t even sleep and go to the gym, but you. Heuk, you get selected even if you exercise casually like it’s a game. I’m a fucking nobody, I have no talent. What’s the point of doing judo if I have no talent!”
Dooyoung seemed to be in a bad way because of the recent national team selection. Unlike Jisung, who had been selected a long time ago, the difficult process of barely being picked for the national team as a replacement for a senior who had dropped out due to injury seemed to have left a scar on him.
Jisung was speechless at his friend’s inferiority complex, which he hadn’t known about. It wasn’t like he particularly enjoyed judo. He had started going to the gym with Song Dooyoung because he couldn’t see his best friend often after he joined the athletic club.
“Shit, then say something!”
The word ‘shit’ made up 50% of the childish high school fight. Jisung punched Song Dooyoung, who was crying uncontrollably, and yelled at him.
“Does that justify you beating up civilians? Can you even say you do sports anywhere after doing that?”
At Jisung’s words, Song Dooyoung started crying like a child. Jisung’s heart also ached at his friend’s flood of tears.
That’s when it happened. He heard a sound like an ambulance from somewhere, and when he turned around, he saw Hayoung running towards them, shouting.
“Aaaaaah! Why are you doing this to my Oppa!”
Where she got such strength from, he didn’t know. Elementary school student Hayoung, crying even more tears than Song Dooyoung, ran over and pushed Jisung.
She hit Jisung’s arm wildly with her not-even-hurting hands, crying and telling him not to hit her brother.
“Heuk, Song Hayoung, get lost.”
Song Dooyoung waved his hand dismissively, embarrassed in the midst of it all.
“He’s my Oppa! Why are you hitting my Oppa!”
Song Hayoung started putting on a show, shouting at the top of her lungs and then bursting into tears.
Passersby glanced at the three entangled people.
Embarrassed, Jisung dusted himself off and stood up.
Who was he making such a fuss for right now? In a fight that was for Song Dooyoung’s sake, Song Hayoung was fiercely standing up for her brother, worried that something might happen to him.
He found the little one’s exasperation amusing, yet he was envious of Dooyoung.
If it were his older brother, he would have swung a baseball bat at a younger sibling who was getting into fights.
I wish I had a younger sibling too...
The next day, both Jisung and Dooyoung quit judo.
Jisung started studying, and Dooyoung, unable to let go of his attachment to judo even after quitting, decided to go to the Department of Physical Education, keeping one foot in studying and the other in sports.
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“Jisung’s here? My goodness. He’s become so handsome.”
This happened shortly after he was discharged from the military. Dooyoung had just asked him to introduce a tutor from Korea University for Hayoung.
At first, he thought about introducing a classmate, but Jisung, full of enthusiasm after his discharge, thought he would earn some pocket money himself and offered to tutor Hayoung directly.
Recently, his father’s business had been doing well, so Jisung received a comfortable allowance, but the discharged soldier’s eagerness was overwhelming.
“Hello, Mother.”
“It’s been so long. Thank you so much, Jisung-ah. Our Hayoung is good at everything, but she’s terrible at math.”
“I’ll do my best to teach her well.”
“She’s in her room. I’ll bring some snacks soon, so go on in.”
“Yes.”
Jisung bowed to Hye-ran and headed to Hayoung’s room. He knocked twice and opened the door. Hayoung, wearing her school uniform, had a somewhat sullen expression and bowed her head without even making eye contact.
“Hello.”
“Uh...”
If it hadn’t been Hayoung’s room, he might not have recognized her. In the two years since he had last seen her face, Hayoung had grown up so much that she felt very unfamiliar.
The three-headed comic book character who used to whine and throw tantrums at her older brother had grown up and become a high school student.
In Jisung’s mind, Hayoung was a cheerful comic book character with her curly hair tied up high on both sides. But now, with her long straight hair let down, she had become the first love in a romance comic.
Hayoung, going through puberty, seemed to be very displeased that her older brother’s friend had become her tutor.
“Please sit here.”
Hayoung pulled out the chair next to her seat and sat down at the desk.
Jisung felt suffocated by Hayoung’s taste, where everything from the wallpaper to the bedding and even the stationery on her desk was pink.
Hayoung, who was seven years younger, had always spoken informally to Jisung without hesitation, but now, as if she had grown up, she used formal language as if keeping a distance. Even that 말투 felt awkward, and silence followed.
At first, it felt awkward and embarrassing, but the more he heard it, the more it felt like he had become an adult, which wasn’t bad.
“I heard you’re weak in math?”
“Yes.”
Hayoung opened her math textbook as she answered. The moment her hair swayed and scattered, a fragrant jasmine scent wafted to the tip of his nose.
Jisung’s heart fluttered involuntarily at the sweet scent.
Damn it, what a crazy bastard.
Even if it hadn’t been long since his discharge, this was too much. His heart was racing at the sight of his friend’s much younger sister.
Of course, that didn’t mean he saw Hayoung as a woman at all. If he had to make an excuse, it was just that he hadn’t spoken to a ‘human woman’ in a very long time, so he felt awkward.
“It’s been hard to catch up since I messed up during the first midterm.”
“Once you fall behind in math, it’s hard to catch up. Let’s quickly review for a month and then start on the advanced material.”
“Yes.”
That’s when it happened. The closed door opened, and Hayoung’s mother, Hye-ran, entered the room carrying a plate full of fruit.
“Our Hayoung’s room is a mess, isn’t it? But she cleaned it up earlier because her Jisung Oppa was coming.”
“Ah, Mom!”
Hayoung’s face turned red at Hye-ran’s words, and she glared at her mother.
“It’s clean, what are you talking about?”
“Clean? She usually leaves her school uniform lying around like a shed skin, you know? But maybe she’ll clean her room a bit now that she’s getting tutoring?”
Jisung chuckled softly at Hye-ran’s words, and Hayoung suddenly stood up from her seat.
Jisung suddenly felt awkward looking at Hayoung’s school uniform that fit her perfectly and turned his head away.
“This is so annoying, really!”
Hayoung expressed her annoyance with her whole body and ran out of the room. Hye-ran widened her eyes and clicked her tongue.
“Oh my, why is she acting like that, something she never does? Is she embarrassed because the teacher is too handsome?”
“It’s not that.”
“It is too. My, how well he’s grown up. I wonder who will take Hayoung later. Should we marry her off to our Jisung?”
Jisung’s neck also grew hot at Hye-ran’s joke.
He suddenly felt like his throat was blocked, as if he was about to cough. He just wanted to find any excuse to get out of there.
That day, the first lesson ended safely amidst the awkwardness, but Hayoung didn’t make eye contact with Jisung even once, her face flushed as if she was angry the whole time. Jisung passed on the tutoring job to a junior the very next day.
Male classmates who were short on money lined up asking him to pass on the tutoring job, but Jisung specifically sought out a female junior he wasn’t even close to and had her tutor Hayoung. However, Hayoung’s math skills didn’t improve at all until she graduated high school.
Even now, he sometimes regrets that if he had tutored Hayoung himself, she might have been able to get into Korea University.
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