engravings. ▸ chae hyungwon

sol (sun)

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"I'm sorry she hasn't came to school. We've been having some family issues." Small whispers were made around the classroom as all the kids watched the girl and her mother speak to the teacher. The girl was looking down at her shoes, hands grabbing ahold of her shirt, anxiously.

"It's okay, we understand. If we can do anything to help.." The teacher spoke and smiles, the mother nodded with a smile of her own before looking down at her daughter.

"I'll be back to pick you up later. Behave." She said, giving the girl a small peck on the head before heading out. The little girl watches her mother leave before turning around and walked over to her desk.. right next to him.

He hasn't seen her in almost a week, it worried him. "Hyungwonie, have you been keeping my seat warm?" The girl asked with a smile, the boy looked at her. "I — I thought you left." He spoke gently, the girl smiled.

"I would never leave you Hyungwonie, I promise — "

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"Hyungwon..~ Hyungwonie..~" He zoned out. Again. This really wasn't perfect timing, he heard the voice calling out to him. Beneath him. His eyes shifted from the wall toward the girl who was grabbing ahold of his cock, her tongue rolling off the tip.

Right, he was in the middle of hooking up with some girl he met earlier that night. He already had forgotten her name, he doesn't even remember getting back to his apartment. "Are you okay Hyungwonie? Enjoying yourself?"

'Don't call me that.'

He was annoyed. The mood change was always a problem for Hyungwon, his mood could change so quick that it was almost terrifying.

"Don't call me that. Ever." He spoke as his hand moved from his lap into the girls hair as he pulled it back harshly and dragged her onto the bed. He might as well finish this as quickly as possible. He was annoyed, frustrated, pissed.

The girl yelped as she was thrown onto the bed. Hands wrapping around her waist as he pushed her onto her stomach. Might as well fuck the stress out right?

The room was filled with loud moans, grunts. The headboard hitting the wall, sheets being pulled. Chae wasn't thinking straight anymore, in fact, he wasn't thinking at all. It was hazy.

All he could look at was the girl under him, her loud moans filling the void in his room. His name being called out multiple times. "I— I wanna look at — you." The girl whines as she tries to turn to him but a strong hand grabbed her hair and pushed her face back down into the bed.

"No. Stay like that. Don't fucking move." He mumbled as his hips snap harder and harder against her. Chae groaned, head falling back as his hands gripped tighter onto her waist.

He couldn't explain it. The same position with every girl, he couldn't look at them. He didn't want too. It wasn't that important, it was just sex. It was something to get his mind off the dreams, off the memories. Sometimes they helped, sometimes they didn't. Sometimes.. it was just something to fill the empty feeling.

"Fuck! Oh —" Chae took one last deep thrust before feeling himself release, the girl giving out one last cry before collapsing onto the bed. The room was hot, clothes everywhere, breathless strangers trying to recover.