Minjae Receives a call

The night was quiet, and I sat on the edge of my bed, scrolling aimlessly through my phone. My thoughts drifted back to Haeun, imagining her new life with St6rlight and what she was doing on her first night with her group. I tried to shake the gnawing jealousy that had taken root since she left, but failed miserably.

When my phone buzzed, my heart skipped a beat. Her name lit up the screen, and I quickly swiped to answer.

“Hey,” I said softly, my voice a mixture of relief and apprehension.

“Hi,” she replied, her tone quiet and hesitant. There was a pause, heavy with unspoken tension, before she continued. “I needed to talk to you about something.”

I sat up straighter, sensing the seriousness in her voice. “What is it?”

“It’s about Jihoon,” she said, her words slow and deliberate. My stomach dropped.

“What about him?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.

She hesitated, as if trying to find the right way to phrase what she was about to say. “He… he came to my room tonight. We talked. He told me how he feels about me.”

I clenched my jaw, my hand tightening around the phone. “And how do you feel about him?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, I don’t love him, not like I love you. But… there’s something there. A connection. I can’t deny that.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I felt a surge of anger, jealousy, and hurt all at once, but swallowed it down. “What are you trying to say, Haeun?”

She took a deep breath. “I know I have your permission. To… be with him. But I wanted to hear you say it.”

My world tilted. I felt like I’d been punched in the gut, the air sucked out of my lungs. I knew what I did when I gave her permission to sleep with other men, but I didn't expect her to use it so fast, so flippantly. “You’re serious?” I managed to **** out.

“I am,” she said, her voice trembling. “You told me you’d support me no matter what. You said… you’d let me have this freedom. I need to know if you meant it.”

I didn’t know what to say. My emotions were a storm—jealousy, anger, pain—but underneath it all, there was something else. Something darker. The thought of her with him… it made me sick, but it also stirred something I couldn’t admit, even to myself.

“I…” My voice faltered. “If that’s what you want, I won’t stop you.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, and I could hear the relief in her voice. But then she said something that shook me even more. “There’s one more thing.”

“What is it?” I asked, barely able to get the words out.

“Will you… stay on the call? I don’t want to feel like I’m hiding this from you.”

My breath caught. Her request was insane. I should’ve said no. I should’ve hung up. But the thought of being connected to her, of not being completely shut out, made me agree despite everything screaming at me not to.

“Okay,” I said, my voice breaking. “Leave the phone on.”

“I love you,” she whispered.

The words felt cruel as I sat there, gripping my phone, hearing muffled voices on her end. She must have placed it away from the bed, or underneath a pillow, as I couldn't make out the words.

Then, I heard the unmistakable sounds of passion—the rustling of sheets, the soft moans, and whispers of pleasure. My heart pounded in my ears as I listened, every sound like a dagger to my heart.

I tried to close my eyes, but my imagination filled in the blanks. Haeun, my beautiful, perfect Haeun, with him. His hands on her slender body, his lips on hers, his cock plunging deep inside her. The thought of them together made me feel sick, yet my cock grew hard.

The worst part? I had given her permission to do it. I had pushed her into his arms, thinking I could handle it. But I couldn’t. It was ****, plain and simple.

But as the minutes ticked by, something else happened. My anger slowly melted away, replaced by an odd sense of resignation. This is how things are now, I thought to myself. I can’t stop it, but maybe I can find a way to cope.

As I lay there in the darkness, listening to my girlfriend have sex with another man, I tugged on my cock, hating myself more with each stroke. I didn't want to enjoy this. I didn’t want to be aroused. Yet here I was, the betrayal ringing in my ears, and I couldn't stop. It felt wrong, it felt twisted, but I was helpless against the waves of pleasure and shame that crashed over me.

Haeun’s moans grew louder, more ****, until finally, she cried out in ecstasy, the sound piercing through me like a hot blade. On the other end, Jihoon groaned, his voice guttural and deep. His orgasm sounded so different from mine. So masculine and powerful.

I came as I listened to them reach their climax together—a mixture of cum and shame spilling over my fingers into the darkness of my empty bedroom. My orgasm was intense but hollow. I collapsed into the bed, spent and defeated. I lay there, listening to the quiet rustle of movement on the other end, wishing that I had been strong enough to hang up the phone.

Somewhere along the night, I must have passed out from sheer exhaustion. I woke up in a tangled mess of sheets, sticky with dried cum. My phone lay dead beside me, and the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon.

A hollow ache filled my chest as I remembered everything. The call. The betrayal. The self-hatred. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to hate Haeun. She had been honest with me. She had given me the chance to break up, but I didn’t take it. Now I had to live with my choice.