I felt his thickness and length like never before. He was reaching the deepest he could inside of me. He always started slow. He would slide in slowly, letting me accommodate to his size, then he would slide out and repeat this a few times before I protested and ushered him to go faster.

Then, he would give me his all too familiar smirk and grab my and spread my legs even further apart, before he started pounding deep and fast inside of me. The all too familiar tingle would soon spread all over my body before I exploded into an earth-shattering . He always followed right after, and as always he would scream out her name when he ed. It was always Nana and never Joohyun.

I didn’t mind, at least not anymore. At first, it would hurt my pride. I couldn’t understand how he could moan another woman’s name when he had me right there, in front of him, in all my glory. I knew I was beautiful, from my face to the shape of my body, but I had learned beauty was not enough to hold someone’s heart. And always, when he felt himself close to coming, he would immediately shut his eyes. I knew why. He would imagine he was ing her instead of me, because when he opened his eyes he had that blank empty look. His eyes were filled with a tinge of regret and guilt. I had gotten used to it, but it was hard to get rid of that stabbing pain in my chest when I saw that look. Over time, the pain diminished, and as I grew accustomed to it, it soon became numbing.

Was I in love with him, definitely not. Not anymore. Would it be easy to love him, yes. It would be the easiest thing in the world to fall in love with him, but I wasn’t stupid anymore. We were only . Not even friends. We barely ushered any words when we were together, the only ones we did were when we were ing. He wasn’t an , it would be so much easier if he was. He was a weak man, but one with a big heart. He was humble but charismatic at the same time. He always had his friends back, and was a good son. People only had great things to say about him. How could I hate him, it was impossible. Though, I did manage to hate him momentarily every time he said her name and when he looked at me like I was nothing. But when I saw his pure, beautiful smile, that hate would dissipate in seconds. 

I sound like a woman in love. I am not. I was once. I had loved Jiyong so, so much at a time in my life. It was that unhealthy obsessive love. I wanted him just for me. I wanted him to be all mine. I wanted his eyes only on me, the eyes that never glanced towards me. My feelings were stronger than ever when he began dating her.

I saw their whole story unfold, their love blossom, and their love end. After all, I had inadvertently caused their meeting and their ending. Little did I know accidentally bumping into a random stranger and knocking down her bag would cause me great heartache. Soon after her stuff fell on the floor, and she bent down to retrieve it, Jiyong immediately left my side to help her. I saw the moment their eyes met and how time stalled for them. How the rosiness appeared on both of their cheeks. The awe on their faces at the sight of each other. How Jiyong nervously picked up all her belongings and stuffed them in her bag, how she was fumbling with her hands while watching him help. The awkwardness when they both were standing facing each other. How Jiyong made sure to brush his hand against hers when handing her bag to her. She nodded towards him, thanking him. He just stood there staring at her, and giving her the sweetest smile, the one that I could only dream of receiving. After her thank you, she left. Jiyong slowly made his way towards me. He almost passed me for how distracted he was. I tried snapping him out of his daze. I wanted to wipe off that sweet smile of his face that now seemed so disgusting to me. I had grabbed onto his arm trying to get his attention, and when he finally noticed me, his smile faded.

“Joohyun, I know I had promised your mother I would visit today, but…” he drifted off trying to find any excuse why he had to leave me to run after that girl.

He ran his hands through his hair. I loved when he did that because it would show he was worried or in deep thought about something. Now that I knew the reason for his actions, I just want to pull at his hair.

He began again and was as blunt as he could be, “I think I just fell in love, and I don’t know her name or who she is,” he breathed deeply, “but I don’t want to lose her. Tell your mother I’ll make it up to her.”

He gave me one last glance before he ran off in search of that girl. He couldn’t even wait for my response or any sort of agreement from me, which was a good thing, because he missed the tears slowly streaming down my face. I always wondered if anyone around me that day heard my heart breaking.

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