I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it has an underlying truth. You can try but one's heart is never to be put into words. "Are you saying that I'm pestering you?", she asked chuckling lowly. Had it been somebody else she would've fired them right away? As of now, her grip only tightened slightly on the little spoon in her hand while he slowly opened his cat-like eyes and avoided her gaze. "Torturing would be a better word," he whispered in hopes of staying alive so he could go home and cut his tongue for being so sharp. What was wrong with him? "Glad you understood my intentions." An arrogant boss lady whose mood flips like a switch every day who runs from the idea of love. A cute Barista leading a second life as a camboy who wishes for nothing but love. What could be a better combination?
View MoreMore often than not, people think they have nothing but pain to offer to their lover. Maya thought the same for me but all I saw was how complex and giving one must be to think that they're nothing but pain to others. We're all made of a thousand different things and emotions, some show, some don't. Neither of us are better than the other. You just need to look for the person who thinks the pain you give is beautiful.
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Young-Jae always found life to be unpredictable. He could never guess something coming his way, it was as if on any coming day a life-changing surprise could be knocking at his front door in the morning and he wouldn't know what to do. Why? Well because he never did. Either way, he tried to embrace all of those changes, stuffing his protests and problems with them, deep down somewhere inside his chest where nobody could bother knocking, morning or evening.
Now, though physically in his room, Young-Jae let his mind carry him back home, he didn't know which home he wanted to go back to but it was a feeling of a home being present that he reassured himself with, every now and then. He clenched his jaw, squeezing his eyes with curled-up toes as he tried to take his mind away from the want of being home and instead on what he was actually doing. Another minute and Jae's body spasmed in pleasure.
The boy breathed heavily, a sheer layer of glistening sweat forming on his body. He lay sprawled out on his bed completely naked, the camera now turned off as he calmed down after the orgasm he just had. With much strength, he got up and turned off the speaker that was shuffling his 'two feet' playlist softly. Pulling his boxers up, he plopped down on the bed again and got under the covers again since it was a little chilly in his room.
He unlocked his phone, his skin shining prettily against the pink lights of his room and the little light from his phone too. Young-Jae scrolled through the various comments on his Livestream, some complimenting his voice and some his body. He weakly smiled to himself before switching to the new app he had just installed. It was a hookup app he had just installed, to look for a good fuck.
Min Young-Jae was twenty-four and he was pretty much unemployed if he didn't do the cam boy thing along with the waiting in the high maintenance cafe down the block. It wasn't just his financial problems it was also his 'thing', he liked doing it. He liked imagining the number of people who'd get off to his little actions and instructions every day, it made him feel loved.
It made him feel pretty, seen, and most of all wanted. No matter how much he denied his loneliness in front of his other friends, scratch that, friend, Kim Seok-Min, Young-Jae still felt the need to be held through his bad days, nightmares, everything but with thousands of people praising him every day even if they were hollow and only sexual, he did feel a little less lonely. Plus, it was a win-win for him, the funds he'd get were kind of enough for him to carry on nicely with his little life.
He jutted out his bottom lip when he didn't find anybody suitable and switched to Twitter instead. He opened his texts, two new girls had texted him so he one by one checked out their profiles before sighing and throwing the phone somewhere on the bed. It wasn't enough, the cam thing wasn't enough for him outside money. He wanted more, he wanted a real-life person to hold, to love, and to cherish like other people. Just a simple person who'd be with him happily.
A simple love story with a simple ending.
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Min-Jae breathed heavily, a sheer layer of glistening sweat forming on her body as she lay sprawled out on her bed completely naked as she calmed down after the not-so-strong orgasm she just had. Turning the incognito tab off, a sigh left her lips in exasperation. Now what?
'What a boring fucking life,' She thought to herself as she got under the warm quilt again, placing the neon pink vibrator on the nightstand and fishing her phone out of her blazer pocket which had crumbled into a pile on her bed. She opened her Twitter account just to find a guy she could hook up with, without exposing her identity. At least a hookup would make her feel less lonely than usual plus the vibrators weren't really working now.
Min-Jae looked through various NSFW profiles for at least one that could provide her with good porn for at least half an hour but nothing came in sight. She blew her hair out of her face sighing multiple times when her phone lit up signaling that somebody had called her.
She checked the caller ID, it being nobody else but her beloved ex-fiance Jiwon who had gladly broken up with her not too long ago. He was obviously calling to apologize, he had tried twice before but hearing him out now wasn't worth it so she declined the call blocking his number when he tried calling again the next minute and tried to focus on clenching-unclenching her fists.
Minjae looked up escort service numbers, something to make her feel better on nights like these. She told the person who had picked up the call a few of her preferences who further told her that she'd need to wait for about forty minutes before he'd arrive. She slipped into her robe, still in bed wiggling to get into it. Minjae stayed sprawled out on the bed till the bell of her huge empty house rang telling her that he was here.
She lazily got off the bed skipping a few stairs on the way and quickly swung the door open. The man before her was gorgeous, he smiled at her bowing his head slightly. She bowed back inviting him inside. He, whose name she wasn't really aware of, was dressed in a leather jacket and striped shirt underneath it. He got in kicking his shoes off and settled down on the couch while she bought him a drink to set the mood. He had a well-built body. Shoulders and chest broad along with soft, delicate facial features, almost ironically innocent of his purpose.
While pouring it, she saw him look at her ceiling and house in awe like a little kid. He certainly looked younger than her by a few years but she didn't mind as long as he was a good fuck. Minjae walked up to him. The younger boy's eyes shamelessly eyed the cut where the robe split with every step she took, hips swaying sideways sliding against the silk robe.
"What's your name?", she asked sitting down next to him and crossing one leg over the other giving him quite the view of her thigh. He smirked slightly, understanding her intentions. He leaned back on the couch, gliding his thumb over his bottom lip as he spoke.
"Jung," he said running a hand through his brown hair. She hummed gulping her drink before swinging one leg over his legs and straddling him. He let out a breath settling his drink on the table and placing his hands on her waist. She shifted slightly in his lap, her bare wet core brushing against the fabric of his jeans making both of them moan slightly.
"You're not wearing anything underneath this?", Jung questioned in a whisper running the fabric at the side of her breasts. She nodded whimpering almost inaudibly. His rough palms harshly groped her breasts and Minjae threw her head back grinding onto him almost automatically.
"Where's your bedroom?", he asked lifting his body off the couch along with hers.
"Upstairs," she replied and Jung nodded quickly walking to the stairs. Minjae started kissing his neck and he halted midway, pushing her along the wall on the stairs. Impatience was evident in his tone as well as pupils that were wide blown and she knew she looked the same.
"Let's do it here," he suggested leaning in, to nose the scent gland of her throat. Minjae tilted her head to the side giving him access. There were no protests from her side. She didn't mind as long as she had good sex.
She just wanted pleasure, wanted a simple life, good sex, and money. She already had the money, all she wanted was her stress relief. There was no room for love and romance after Jiwoon in her life, just simple pleasure.
//If someone was to ask me why I write so much about you, or about love in general I would have no answer. What must I say? That you consume all over? Or does my love for you do that? How do I tell them that I had been so far banished from intimacy in all stages of my life that the mere sight of it feels like an opportunity to be grabbed? How do I tell a stranger that there is so much pain, so much suffering I've witnessed, been a part of, that I can't let out of my chest? It's like a dragon, chased and locked up in a cage so small it has compressed itself. How do I tell them that if I were to twist the cage's lock open, I'm afraid I'll never be able to close it again? That it'll chase away all that is left of me? All that I want to have and to be? I wonder if you'd be able to look past it, look past the green moss over my mind, past the rusting on my heart and finally see what I've been hiding? The little boy that had been far too afraid of what they said was 'love'.&nb
"Sometimes I wonder what's the point of this, everything after her but then I see you smile, listen to your laughter and let u kiss me. That's when, for a brief moment, I see. I see the point.The rain settles deep into my bones, I ache for things I do not know, things I did not know I could want. The door to my studio is open, you sit with your laptop spread out in front of you and I stare. I stare and find meaning in life once again. How much longer do I have to pretend that I do not love her?""Oh god Young Jae, all of this is so beautiful," She huffed a little. "You need to put it out in the world. I had no idea of the extent of pain you were going through. I just- God, I am so sorry.""You know, Noona, People say they want their lovers or more precisely, their loved ones to never hurt but when you were in Paris I used to wish that you did. I wished that the ache I have in my chest bounced off yours a
"I drive past that empty house sometimes, I wonder if I'll ever see you again. If you'll ever see me again. The lump in my throat is enough for me to turn around but I wish you'd see me somewhere and be brave enough to call out my name. The goodbye I didn't get to say lays crumpled up in a letter and in the texts I haven't sent to you. The agony of knowing you lay in someone's arms like you did in mine, is enough for me to have blinked my eyes clear of this fog. But oh god, my pens bleed onto paper, my thumbs bruise up against the keyboard. You are everything I write and i have become the ink that bleeds. No matter how much I struggle, even breaking through my shell, I leak all over the paper, still bleeding. And when the paper is flipped, the ink spots prettier than words ever could. They ask you to wipe me down but you too, are helpless as you gesture vaguely with your
The post wedding dinner was fun to say the least.The table was occupied by all the important people in their lives and a few acquaintainces were on the other table to their right. The couple sat next to each other, Minjae's hand clasped tightly in Young Jae's as if she could run away at ay given moment. Joon had wanted to make a joke about it but resorted to staying quiet for once.Hyun was sitting directly opposite to Young Jae on the circular table, poking around with this tteotbokki like it was as tasteless as it could get. Kim watched him lose focus a couple of times and frowned at the plate of food in front of him. Tteotbokki was his favourite, every single person around him knew that. What had caused this gloomy atmosphere over his head? Hyun seemed like he had come to terms with this reality a few weeks ago.Why the long face now?"Are you sure you are okay, Hyun? You have barely to
That’s how their dinner went, the two of them talking to one another with no shame, no filters, just complete utter love between them, and when it was time for dessert, Minjae got up and pulled a cake trolly in. It wasn’t until she poured him yet another glass of wine that he grew suspicious of her. Was she okay? Was she hiding something?“Hey Young-Jae, don’t mind but I would like it if you stay quiet for another ten minutes, kay? I need to get this done,” he hesitantly nodded, settling the glass back on the table and leaned back in his seat. “Ugh, oh my god, I’ve never been more nervous.”“Just say it-“ “Shut up.”He pursed his lips together, squinting his eyes at her th
“Fucking hell Min, you drive me crazy,” she moaned, hips dragging up against his crotch. Young-Jae shrugged tilting his head to the side with his tongue poking his cheek and the new surge of confidence had her knees weak. Does he have a glow up every week?Was that even possible?“Do I now? Why don’t show me how crazy at home?”, he teased cocking his head to signify that they were almost home. Her heartbeat shot up and for the first time, the infamously confident Minjae felt nervous. She felt as if Young-Jae was too attractive to be hers but now that he was, Jae couldn’t give him up for the world. So, with a nod and a gulp, they were tangled together on their bed.
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