Sangwoo Jr. chapter following previous one.
Sangwoo drives in the rain to the one place that he could always be in peace. The one place where he could just be himself. This small town his parents had chosen as their home was surrounded by the forest. There were even little stores hidden among the trees, a quiet place where torture victims like Bum and his mom, could live a silent life. The wind wipers swish in full blast as they fight against the heavy rain. In the back roads where there is only one factory that hums day in and out, he had found his special place with FN. A place that only belongs to both. Not Seung. Just him and her.
He parks in the middle of nowhere, through a busted traffic rail that had tire marks already scarred against the grass because of constant parking. He exits his car feeling for his matches and his knife in his pockets and sets his sneakered feet onto the mushy grass. He yanks the hood of his sweater over his drenched black locks and walks through the trees. Anyone would be afraid of walking in the pitch darkness with only a measly flashlight in hand. The rain seeps through his clothes causing him to shiver involuntarily. He continues, slipping slightly against the grown blades of grass. He thinks about his mother, at how angry she was. How repulsed she sounded as he compared him to his real father. Today he has been pissed off by the two women he cares about. He wants to vent out his anger out on them, but maybe he wasn't as impulsive as his father had been. He imagines cutting off their tongues. The thought of getting rid of such a useful appendage makes him frown and he removes the thought from his head.
He arrives at the abandoned house that he had fixed bit by bit. The windows are still sealed shut keeping the abandoned look to keep people away. Not like anyone would ever find it easily anyway. The only way anyone would stumble across this house would be by accident...just as he and FN had found it. He unlocks it with his keys and enters the stuffy darkness. He walks blindly towards the center where the string of the lightbulb hangs. He hopes the solar panel gathered enough sunlight to light the room. With a thankful exhale, the light turns on dimly shadowing the corners where the light did not reach. He toes off his sneakers and peels his wet clothes until he remains in his boxers. He stretches his neck from one side to the other, the muscle extending feels satisfying. He goes to the trunks that he and FN had filled with a variety of items during their sleepover. He grabs the futon that lops beside it. He shakes it and arranges it on the side of the wall. He pulls the aged trunk open and slips on a dry t-shirt that fits too tight. The cool fabric clings to his muscles and falls above his stiff lower abdomen. Just as he thinks about taking it off, he hears his cell phone buzzing from his thrown damp clothes.
He sucks his teeth remembering the device. He hopes it didn't get soaked. He takes it out quickly and rubs the wet phone against his boxers before checking his messages. Various missed calls and unanswered texts from Bum and FN. He reads the recent ones FN has sent him.
Sangwoo. I am sorry. I was acting annoying. Text me back, please.
He bites the inside of his cheek debating if to answer or not. He decides to do so.
I am at our place. My parents kicked me out.
In this weather?! I'll be there soon and I'll bring some snacks. :) Is that okay?
Yep.
FN had first met Sangwoo when he was being bullied. She found him odd because no matter how much they poked or made fun of him he simply ignored it. He didn't seem to be fazed by anything... until they tried to corner him in the bathroom and Sangwoo smashed a boy's head against the urinal. Since Sangwoo was well liked by the teachers, they stood up for him claiming that he had been cornered and had acted out in his fear. Sangwoo seemed apologetic enough, even crying when they said the boy he had hurt would get stitches. Sangwoo was never bullied after that.
FN became friends with him after she came to him with questions about the incident. She was more interested in how much blood had come out of the little bully's head more than anything. FN was one of those eccentric girls that had always been thrilled about gore and murder. She had wanted to be a forensic scientist, but her conservative parents had convinced her that she would be best suited as a (career).
She leaves her apartment in her poncho with her backpack strapped underneath. She glances at her phone before heading out. No answer from Seung. She doesn't consider herself a jealous girl, but him being away from her, makes her wonder if his mother will finally succeed in convincing him that she wasn't the right girl for a lawyer to be. Their relationship has been suffering since he moved to University, a university he had sworn he wasn't going to go too, but ended up going anyway...and told her a week before he moved. She understood why Sangwoo had gotten so upset. She was acting like the type of girl he hates the most. Overbearingly clingy.
When FN arrives, she parks close to his car and the rain has finally stopped. She doesn't know how they have hidden this place for so long. She gives a tug to her rain boots as she treks her way to the little house. She doesn't travel long and reaches the little shack. She sees the dim light through a crack of the wooden window. She knocks and he opens. She smiles up at him pulling back the hood of her soaking poncho and fixes her long braids. He smiles back at her slightly, she is not sure if it is the way the light silhouettes him, but there is something different about Sangwoo today.
She arches a brow at the tight shirt on his body as she puts her wet poncho in a corner where Sangwoo's wet clothing are.
"I think you need to update your wardrobe. Those clothes are a little too small for you now."
She stands up with a plastic bag in hand as he looks down at himself and chuckles. She finds herself scanning the strong sculpt of his thighs, the bulge against his boxers under that zipperless gap. She finds his feet extremely attractive. They were so large and pretty for a man as hulking as him.
He gives a short chuckle. "These clothes are from freshman year, I think." He walks to her and takes the plastic bag from her curled hand, "Let's eat. I am starving."
They sit together on the futon after they have dinner. The empty Tupperware with remnants of dinner laying a few feet from them. She rests her head against his arm as they attempt to watch a movie on his phone that keeps buffering every second. "This place is still our secret?" He asks staring at the buffering circle.
She wraps her arms around his forearm and nods, "Yes. I haven't shown it to anyone, not even Seung."
The sound of his name makes him bite his lower lip. She looks at her phone that is face down on the side of the futon. "He hasn't answered any of my messages since yesterday. I think you might have been right about him. Why couldn't I have fallen in love with you instead."
There is pain in her voice and her words were probably said because of her heartache. She looks up at him when he shifts slightly and places the phone on the floor. He looks at her in the eyes, "You're so fucking selfish." His words make her mouth gape, but she isn't really surprised. Sangwoo has always been like this. It is the darkness flaring in his dark eyes that surprise her. Had his eyes always been this intense? She feels a chill running through her body. He scares her and arouses her. "Why would you say that when you know I have always been in love with you."
She doesn't know what to answer, but she doesn't have to say a word because he slams his lips over hers and pushes her back against the futon. Her eyes are wide and tears threaten to form. Is not that she doesn't like Sangwoo's attention. She is just afraid that this would break the bond they had between them. Sex changes everything. Most importantly, she was cheating on Seung! As if reading her thoughts, he kisses her neck and mumbles, "Forget about Seung."
He pushes his hips against her and his erection rubs over her jeans. She lets out a moan as his tongue swirls against the sensitive collarbones and his large hand starts roaming under her shirt squeezing her breasts possessively. She wants to stop him, but she can't because she wants this too.
"T-this won't change anything between us?" She asks with a moan when he pulls up her shirt with her bra and takes a nipple into his mouth. He shakes his head as she watches him suckle on the taut peak. He tugs down her jeans making sure to take her panties with it.
Finally. Finally, he was going to get his mother out of his head. With FN, he didn't need anyone else. She would replace YN. He would forget her. He would go back to being the normal Sangwoo that his mother loves.
When they are both undressed, he slides into her and she is dazed by his forceful intrusion. Her core stretches to capacity and she tightens her arms against Sangwoo's neck for support as she takes in the thick pressure. Sangwoo doesn't wait. He doesn't wait for accommodation when his hips slam against her and plunges inside her with rash deep strokes. Their moans become one with the pattering of heavy rain.
"Slow down," she whimpers as he continues his vicious thrusting. "Slow down," she asks again, this time cupping his face. At her touch, his eyes jump open. She is fearful by the ominous shadows in his eyes, his lips curled in pure male satisfaction. He looked just like a villain. Like a man that could kill her if he wanted. He seals her mouth with his flat hand and continues his brutal fucking and FN doesn't stop him.
"Mine," he whispers harshly. "Mine."
Just who was he talking about?
Each time he utters those words he moves faster until he pulls out and spills all over her.
Sangwoo doesn't apologize or even asks if she has had her release. He has a pissed off look in his features that makes FN gulp.
"I wasn't good?" she asks, her insecurity finally getting the best of her.
Sangwoo doesn't say a word. He had received the one thing he had fantasized over and over and yet his mother was still in his head. Tormenting him. He looked over at FN and found her suddenly unappealing. Maybe her hair was to light. Her lips too thin. He wasn't sure. He raked his fingers through his hair exasperatingly. He was stupid to think that he could easily replace his mother. He smiles at FN and her eyes, glossy with tears, brighten. She crawls to his arms and ignores the stinging between her legs. He looks down at her face and brushes the pad of his index finger under her eye. Maybe if he carves her like his mother this nagging feeling will go away. Maybe.