Flashback
“Why didn’t Eomma want me, Auntie?” A five-year-old Seonghwa asked Aunt Heeyoung one Saturday afternoon, while licking ice cream cones at the park.
Heeyoung glanced to look down at the little boy, his eyes reflecting sadness because of a woman who was playing with her son out on the field.
She stroked his fine hair, pondering how to answer him, because this was no easy question.“She didn’t have what she needed to be able to care for you, Seonghwa. That’s why she brought you to me, because I can feed you, give you a place to sleep and protect you from bad people,” she finally answered.
“Like that man that comes to fight at our house?” Seonghwa throws another remark.
“Yes, dear. Like him. I won’t let him hurt you,” she promised, kissing the top of his hair.
“You are just like an eomma, so I will make you my eomma. I love you like a mom,” he says with a big, wide smile and his eyes not demonstrating sadness anymore, just love and adoration.
“And I love you, my little Hwa. The sweetest boy in Korea,” Heeyoung laughed softly, making him grin sweetly up at her.
Flashback endsSeonghwa was pushing Hyosonn away because he had seen how she would look at him on the occasions she had visited his home, and he was really guarding her from falling more for him. He was saving her of that impossibility. It wouldn’t be just sex for her, no matter how much he reminded her.
But he hated to admit the fact that he was beginning to miss her witty remarks, her fights with him, how she teased him, and the amazing way that she made his body feel so alive. She has provoked sensations that no other girl before her has ever caused in him. She really was one of a kind.
No girl he’s kissed after she broke off their friends with benefits relationship, makes him feel the same.
He’s become bored, and can’t even think of having somebody else to fuck, because he is so sure that he’ll be making comparisons of the person with Hyosonn, that would never be similar.
He yearns for her so fucking bad, and feels so pathetic to be feeling all this shit. Never has this happened before…he would just have accepted the end without any emotion whatsoever.
Now he can’t tease Hyosonn, see how she makes Halmeoni laugh, or help his aunt with the garden.
He needs to just get over her…she’s just another girl that has passed by.
Oh, but his subconscious tells him how that is total bullshit. But he can at least trick himself into believing it one day.What he cannot stand, though, is that son of a bitch Hajoon being a total dick and flirting with Hyosonn, attempting to make passes at her and touching her. She fights him off, but he would observe with the fury running through his blood, wanting to beat the shit out of him!
Seonghwa was the only person who could touch her soft skin, feel her blazing skin against his, the exquisite sensation of being inside her walls and how she’d moan loudly and with ecstasy.
The dick is trying to get some of that, and is wasting his time. Hyosonn’s body has Seonghwa tattooed all over her body.
Fuck…stop thinking of her, damn it! He was scolding himself while he saw Hajoon getting way too close than her personal space allows, and her expression of discomfort. How selfish are you, after hurting her the way you did, fucking bastard, he condemned, his conscience telling him the reality and truth of what he's done.
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