After Hayun's mother gets married, they move into her new husbands house. What she wasn't expecting was a... stepbrother.
This story contains:
Rape
Suicide
Drugs
PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE!
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Hayun POV
"What?" I ask in confusion and trying to process what the hell he just said. He wants to have sex? With me? Right here?
"Let's have sex." Taeyong repeats himself like it was no big deal.
"Yeah, I know what you said." I said, walking behind him.
Taeyong eyes follow me. "And?" He rests his elbow on the bathroom wall. "What do you think?"
"I can't, and you know that."
"I know but I won't be able to touch you again and never experience that kind of intimacy with you unless we do it right now."
This is just all so crazy. I can't have sex with him when I literally just told him we couldn't be together. I'm not even sure I'm ready to have sex. I know I'm not ready.
"I can't, I'm sorry." I throw my hands down in defeat. "I have to go now, Doyoung's waiting and I have to get delivering." I start walking out the door when he pulls me back.
"Just promise me something."
I stopped at the door, I wasn't going to turn around because I didn't want to see the look on his face.
"And what's that?" I ask him.
"Promise me you won't have sex with Doyoung or Jaehyun." Taeyong says
I close my eyes and my hands went into fists. I felt so annoyed with that request. "Taeyong," I call his name. "That's a stupid promise."
"Promise me," Taeyong repeated himself but this time his voice sounded a little shaken up. "Please?"
I finally open my eyes and turned around. "Nothing's going to happen, see you." I walked out in a hurry.
***
"You sure you're okay?" Doyoung asked me as we arrived at the school. "You haven't said a word."
"I'm okay and Taeyong and I are okay." I replied to Doyoung as I opened the back doors of the school.
In reality, I wasn't really sure if we were okay. I mean better than before but everything still feels iffy.
Doyoung frowns. "I'm not okay."
I gave him a questioning look. "Why are you not okay?" I slightly chuckle.
"Taeyong really said some hurtful things to you and I don't think you should have forgiven him so quickly." He says
When Doyoung said that I felt a little better. It was nice knowing he cared about me.
