North: How much is your love?

Chapter 26: Only Mine.

(>> North <<)

"North."

 

I was called by the person in front of me in a low voice. My face contorted, my lips tightened, and a whirlwind of emotions surged within me: happiness, sadness, surprise, and shock all appearing at once. My eyes welled up with tears. His hand tightened around my waist, and it felt like my heart was constricting with his.

 

"I'm not saying this to make you cry," Johan said.

 

At that moment, I was sitting on his lap, and, with a kiss as the price of an answer, it took me a long time to fully understand the situation. I frowned, and I still felt pain from the kiss.

 

“Why…?” I asked softly, slowly leaning towards him. I moved so Johan could embrace me, and he reached up to stroke my head, a very gentle gesture. Why…?

Why did you wait for me for so long? Even though I've done almost nothing for him, why is he so kind to me?

 

Three years, three years… There was someone who waited for me for so long. Someone who always sat at the table opposite me in the game arcade, keeping me company until late at night. Someone who always looked at me, only me in their eyes, someone who remembered me almost all the time, someone who was willing to do anything just to keep my smile.

 

"Hic... huhu..." I choked up, remembering what Johan had said.

 

I never knew any of this. I wouldn't say my previous relationship was a mistake because she eventually left me, and because I truly loved Jam at the time. I made the decision to be with Jam, but… I just thought, why didn't I know someone loved me so much?

 

And now, I love him. That's all I can think of. It's just that time got in the way and prevented us from meeting sooner.

 

"I'm sorry and thank you again," I said, my voice choked with emotion, still sobbing. I had a million things I wanted to say, but I couldn't find the right words to express them.

 

"Sigh... If I had known you would cry like this, I wouldn't have said it," Johan said.

 

"How can I not cry? That's a big deal..." I replied, continuing to sob.

 

"The most important thing is that you're crying," Johan said gently.

 

He gently pushed me out of his arms so he could see me better, but I couldn't see him clearly because my tears were obscuring everything. He gently wiped away the tears from my cheek with his thumb.

 

"Why... why do you love me so much? It must have been so long, it must have hurt you so much," I said, my voice still choked with emotion.

 

"It doesn't hurt as much as seeing you cry like this," Johan said with a worried expression. 

 

"Come on, don't cry anymore."

 

"I can't stop crying, I don't know," I replied, grimacing as I still couldn't hold back the tears. Then I tried to clench my lips, trying to suppress my sobs, "I won't cry anymore."

 

"Hmm, good," Johan said before giving a slight smile.

 

"I'm glad I decided not to go to America."

“…”

 

"What would you have done if I had gone to America?"

 

"Well, I guess I'll just be going to America more often," he said.

 

I remained silent in response to his answer; I wasn't thinking about myself anymore. Have I ever cried like that before? That familiar question echoed in my head again. Why are you so kind to me?

 

"Thank you, thank you so much for waiting for me all this time. Thank you for not changing your mind."

 

"North, I love you. I love you so much."

 

"I love you too."

 

Immediately, I bowed my head upon hearing the loving words from the person opposite me. My heart trembled violently, shaking so intensely that it surprised me. I felt a wave of heat rush to my ears. Unable to do anything more, I simply hugged him tightly and refused to look into his eyes. I held him even tighter as tears, for no apparent reason, slowly began to fall.

 

“North…” Johan called my name. Regardless, I'm still not used to Johan calling me by my name.

 

"You... you don't need to call me by my name," I whispered.

 

"Huh? So what should I call you?"

 

"Ah... you can call me whatever you like." I think it's better to just call me "you" as usual, rather than by my name.

 

Isn't that right? Even though we've been together, I still can't bring myself to let him call my name.

 

“…”

"My darling."

 

"HALLO?!"

"My darling."

 

!!

"That's not what I meant!" I yelled. Calling it that was even more embarrassing, wasn't it? Seriously! You're trying to kill me, aren't you? You're trying to kill me by giving me a heart attack, aren't you?

 

I looked up at the person opposite me and noticed a satisfied smile playing on his lips. Look, Johan really enjoys seeing me embarrassed. I almost died of a heart attack.

 

"Why?"

"Well... I don't want to." I didn't know what to say, but I hugged the person in front of me tightly.

 

I was so embarrassed, I didn't know what to do, before I was pushed out of his arms again. Before I could look away, his soft lips pressed against mine, and I instinctively tilted my head slightly because of the pain. To let me know everything about Johan, I don't know how many times we've kissed already…

A warm sensation enveloped me again, and I returned the touch. His hot tongue moved back and forth until I heard a shy moan; my heart still trembled, and trembled even more intensely. A warm feeling spread through my chest. I closed my eyes, and with one hand behind my neck, I moved closer to him, as if we weren't close enough. His other hand took mine.

A gentle kiss was given to me, and I don't know how long we stayed like that until we slowly pulled apart. It must have been a gentle kiss because my lower lip was torn again…

"Johan."

"Huh?"

"Oh... I don't know what to do, the more I hear about the things you've told me..." I said, expressing my anxiety. I love him very much, but I feel it's still not enough given what happened in the past. I promised myself I would do my best in everything, but I still feel it's not enough.

"I told you already, didn't I?"

“…”

"Being with me forever is enough."

“…”

"Can you do it?"

"Yes, I promise I won't go anywhere. I promise."

 

I uttered my promise before tears began to fall again, as if all the emotions suppressed in my chest had burst out. From now on, no matter what happens, I promise I won't go anywhere. I will stay here as long as this place is mine.

...

 

A few days ago, I moved in with Johan. A lot has happened since we moved out of the dorm. First, there was the silly story Johan told, then the fact that he bought me so many things, but I like how we're handling things. 

 

Once things had settled down, I decided to ask him why he likes me, on the condition that I get a question and a kiss in return. Initially, I only intended to ask one question, but once I learned the answer, I wanted to know more. In the end, I asked everything until I understood the whole story. After learning everything, I held back my tears until I couldn't anymore. I was a spoiled child because I cried until my eyes were swollen.

 

I never imagined that the person sitting in the Ferrari would be Johan. Furthermore, the person sitting at the table opposite me, who sometimes disappears, is also Johan. And the person who gave me that duck was also him.

I couldn't help but feel happy to find out that Johan was the owner of that silly duck because I'd been wondering about it for a long time. I'm truly grateful and have thanked him in person.

 

Since I'd just moved in, I wasn't used to my new room. I was also unaware that some of my belongings had been moved into Johan's room; I didn't know when the new wardrobe had arrived. He said it was my new wardrobe, and there was also a table with my miscellaneous items. The motorbike had been sent to my house because Johan said he would give me a ride. He was very thoughtful towards me, and I couldn't object.

 

And when I heard the story, I understood everything, like how he came to pick me up when there was trouble at this liquor store. Then, about the debt, Johan said he deliberately didn't stop me when I caused a scene at his house. I mean, he could have stopped me, but he didn't, just so I would realise the consequences of getting drunk and acting stupidly. Actually, it worked; to this day, I haven't dared touch alcohol.

 

When I asked about the debt, Johan told me not to worry about the money. I think he was probably just using it to threaten me 😭 As for James, he's a real jerk, always teasing me, saying, "I'm your babysitter, North." Back when I used to frequent the arcade, he'd invite me to eat BBQ, bingsu, shabu-shabu, or any kind of buffet. At first, I really appreciated James, thinking he was kind. But now I know... it was all Johan's money. Not only was he getting free meals, but Johan even hired him to invite me out to eat. James, why are you so awful?

 

Although we attended the same university, I rarely saw him. James was a few years ahead of me and lived in a different building. By his second year, he had switched majors, a field he had absolutely no interest in. James didn't want to attend classes, didn't bother studying, and just hung around drinking, partying, and flirting with girls every day.

 

Recently, at the start of the new semester, James met me at the cafe below the department. He looked very surprised and blurted out, "Hey, didn't you say you were gone? Weren't you supposed to be in America? Why did you lie to me?"

 

When did I ever deceive him? I haven't gone anywhere. How much more annoyed do I have to be with James?

...

 

"What time do you finish classes?" I turned to ask the person sitting next to me as the luxurious car slowly pulled up in front of the Faculty of Engineering. Ever since I moved in with Johan, he's been the one to drive me to school every single day.

 

"It's 6:30, what about you?" Johan asked.

 

" It's 4 o'clock, but I still have to stay in the room working on my creative project until 8 p.m.," I replied.

 

"Then I'll wait for you," he said.

 

"Okay, that's fine too." I smiled slightly.

 

"Hmm." That's all Johan said before smiling. I smiled back and reached for the door. But before I could, my arm was held. He leaned closer, bent down, and kissed me gently. It was just a brief touch of our lips before he pulled away.

 

"Study hard," he said, then smiled again, a smile he seemed to really like, and one I always found "allergic" to. My heart trembled even more. My face started to heat up again, and I quickly opened the door and got out of the car. Damned…

 

He never left my heart at peace. But I like it, I really love this feeling. It makes me so happy that… I just want this feeling to last forever.

 

As I was walking into the school building, my phone suddenly rang. I immediately opened it and saw that it was my mother calling.

 

"I'm listening." I pressed the answer button and spoke into the phone.

 

(North, are you going to school today?)

"Yes, I'm getting ready to start school now."

 

(Oh, your aunt is fine now; her symptoms have improved a lot.)

 

It's been a while since my aunt gave birth, but things haven't gone smoothly. The day after she gave birth, she felt unwell, which worried the whole family. I was also very worried about my aunt, and I still haven't met my baby nephew; I've only seen him in photos that my mother and aunt sent to show him off.

 

"That's great. I'll arrange a time to come visit. Maybe this Saturday, okay, Mom?"

 

(Okay, but don't forget to bring some gold to give to your little nephew.)

 

"Yes," I replied. "Oh, Mom, North wants to talk to you about something."

 

(Speak up, son.)

"I have a boyfriend."

 

(Really? You're not going back to your ex, are you?)

 

"No, not at all."

(That's good. Don't go back to her, it'll only be foolish. Remember how you always cared for her, gave her gifts, and showed her so much attention, and yet she broke up with you on what should have been a beautiful anniversary. That's outrageous.)

 

I still remember how angry my mother was back then, almost going to her house to confront her. And what about now?

 

(Who is your new boyfriend/girlfriend?)

"But this time it's a boy, Mom."

 

(Uh, so who is it?)

 

“His name is Johan, a sophomore in medicine, and he goes to the same school as me. He even used to live near our house, in the biggest mansion in the neighbourhood. His family owns a lot of land in our area.”

 

(What! Is that really true?)

"Yes."

 

(Mother heard that they have a grandson. She was even thinking of wrapping you up, putting you on a platter, and giving you as a gift.)

 

"Come on, Mom..." I laughed.

 

(Just kidding! How long have you two been dating? I really want to see his face. Send me a picture.)

 

"It's a long story, Mom. I'll tell you later, but for now, I'll send you a picture of him."

 

(Send it now! Is your boyfriend handsome?)

 

"He's very handsome, extremely handsome."

 

(Really? I remember when I first met Jam, you praised her so much. Let me see how this one turns out. I'll be the one to rate him.)

 

"This time it's different, Mom!"

 

(Yeah, go ahead and send it. Mom can brag to your aunt, and then to the neighbour. I’m so happy, my son has such a talented boyfriend.)

 

"Which neighbour? Aunt Kaew, Mom?"

 

(That's right. Her daughter is dating a doctor, and she brags about it every day. Then she asks, 'Is your son North still not graduated? Does he have a girlfriend yet? Don't date an engineer; their salary is too low. My daughter is about to marry a doctor, and he earns hundreds of millions of VND a month.')

 

"So what did Mom say in response?"

 

(I didn't say anything in reply, I just smiled. But when we got home, I called a builder to reinforce the wall, so we wouldn't have to see that aunt again.)

 

"Oh my God, Mom is just… I really admire you!" 

 

I couldn't stop laughing. Honestly, my mom's personality is so similar to mine that I'm not surprised at all. It's true that "like mother, like son."

 

(Of course! And hey, you're coming home on Saturday, right? Bring your boyfriend along too.)

 

"Mom, can I really bring him home?"

 

(Yes, bring your boyfriend home, and I'll prepare dinner for you two.)

"Yes, let me ask him first."

 

(Okay, Mom will wait at home. But hey, is he really the landowner's grandson? Does he really own all those plots of land?)

"Yes, that's right. What's wrong, Mom?"

 

(No, Mom is just a little shocked, really shocked. I heard that the family is very rich; everyone at the market is talking about how the landlady's grandson is both rich and handsome, and all the girls here want to marry into that family. This weekend, Mom will go around bragging about it all over the market. And the landlady is so kind; Mom owes rent for the stall several times, and she hasn't said a word.)

"Mom, please don't owe any more money."

 

(It's the rent, Mom forgot to pay.) Mom said it as if it were the most normal thing in the world. She's just like me, with that forgetfulness.

 

"Mom, remember to pay it back; they might kick our whole family out, and we'll have nowhere to live."

(You're interrupting Mom? Okay, okay, Mom will go pay.)

 

"Okay then, I'll come home on Saturday, and I'll stay home with you on Sunday, Mom."

(Okay, remember to bring your boyfriend along.)

"Yes, I love you, Mom."

(Mom loves you, too.)

 

Before my mother hung up, all I could do was smile. My mother was always so calm; her personality was really no different from mine. Regarding my boyfriend, she never forbade or objected. When I was dating Jam, she wholeheartedly encouraged and supported me, treating Jam like a second child. But every time she remembered Jam breaking up with me, she would get angry, just as I had described before.

 

I can't imagine what it would be like for Johan to come to my house and meet my mother and aunt. Would he want to visit my home? If everything is fine and the neighbours aren't a problem, then it should be okay. And my mother and aunt will surely be fine. And then there's what happened at his parents' house; I wonder if he’d feel comfortable staying at my place?

 

Leaving the creative room, I felt exhausted. After being under so much work pressure for so long, I was quite downcast. People were starting to leave little by little, and a group of female students were making a lot of noise near the exit. I tried to look around, searching for the person who had said they would wait for me. I saw Johan sitting with James and another senior.

 

The girls in that group turned to look at the guys, starting to whisper all sorts of things. I tried to ignore it, continuing to walk through the crowd, but I couldn't help but overhear a few sentences:

 

"Johan looks really handsome in real life. This is the first time I've seen him up close like this. Usually, I only see him in photos."

"I'm a little flustered, kind of embarrassed in front of him. Why are all these handsome guys sitting together like this? And he's even wearing our department's bracelet, right? Although I saw him wearing a medical school uniform."

"I prefer James, but I heard he already has a girlfriend. Look at his left hand, he's wearing a bracelet too."

"Even the doctor wears a bracelet, his boyfriend must be studying in the Engineering Faculty. Oh my God, how embarrassing."

 

I pretended not to hear those words. Although I felt a little embarrassed inside, I still tried to squeeze through the crowd to get outside. As I said, as soon as the class ended, everyone wanted to leave, making the space crowded.

 

"Here you are." As soon as he saw me, James greeted me, "We were just chatting about you two. I was teasing Johan, and now that you're here, let me add to the fun."

 

“Stop joking, James. It’s not necessary now.” I sighed. Just like that, my friends were already teasing me to the point of embarrassment. I turned to Johan and asked, “Have you been waiting long?”

 

"I just arrived," he replied, giving a slight smile. "The teacher just let us out."

 

"Didn't you say it would end at 6:30?"

 

"That's right," Johan nodded. "But she wouldn't let us out early because she still had a lot of work to do. I don't understand why she suddenly became so irritable."

 

"So you've been forced to work for the department?" James chimed in, a teasing smile on his face. "I heard you complaining on the phone earlier that the professor was really angry with you."

 

"Yeah, let them do whatever they want, but don't expect me to overlook the fact that the teacher only gave me a B last semester," Johan complained, his voice sounding resentful. "And I don't understand why she's so upset; she was so cheerful at first."

 

"What did you say that made the teacher angry?" James, the older student sitting next to him, asked curiously.

 

"I just told her I was busy and needed to leave urgently. She asked me why it was urgent, so I honestly said I was planning to go out drinking with friends. And she got angry. How strange!"

 

"Could she ever be angry because you didn't invite her out for drinks?" James joked, raising his eyebrows and giving a mischievous smile.

 

“But I invited her! I said, ‘Miss, please come with us,’ but she refused. So what right does she have to be angry?” Johan gestured with his hand in displeasure but then chuckled softly, clearly amused by the story.

 

"She probably only likes beer, not any other kind."

 

"That's right, some people only drink beer and don't touch liquor," another person added.

 

James shook his head, looking disbelieving: "What a ridiculous reason! If she really went out drinking..."

 

"If she really goes, I'll throw a whole party for her!" Johan declared, a relaxed smile on his face as he leaned back in his chair.

 

Are you really planning to invite a medical professor out for a drink? A drink with students? Can a professor even do that? 😭 But… drinking alcohol?

 

"So you're going out for a drink?" I asked Johan.

 

“Yeah, I’m inviting you guys,” James chimed in before Johan could reply. “Are you coming? We’re going to celebrate you two finally being together; it’s a really big deal. Frank and I almost cried when we found out you two were just friends and not dating.” I turned to look at the man sitting next to James. Ah, his name was Frank.

 

"Now that you two are together, I can't hide my joy anymore," James said, smiling.

 

"How dare you invite my boyfriend out for drinks?" I said, pretending to be angry.

 

'Boyfriend,' hearing you say that made me laugh so hard I cried, you son of a bitch." James said, then burst out laughing, "Come on, just for a little while, let's go right now."

 

"It's been a long time since I've had a drink," Johan admitted, "But I'll take him home first."

 

"Don't spoil the fun! We have to celebrate with our little brother!" Frank protested. "Trust me, come have a drink with us."

 

"Are you going?" Johan turned and asked me with a serious look in his eyes.

 

“Uh… okay,” I replied after a moment of hesitation. I thought it wouldn’t be a problem, since it had been a long time since I’d had a drink anyway. “So, can I wear this?” I asked, pointing to my outfit: a Faculty of Engineering t-shirt and sweatpants.

 

“What’s the big deal? It’s not like we’re wearing student uniforms. It’s fine, everyone we’re going to is wearing engineering t-shirts anyway,” James said, also wearing a t-shirt like mine. Frank and Johan were wearing more formal shirts, probably their school uniforms. I thought maybe I should change.

 

"Are you sure you want to go?" Johan asked me again, his voice slightly anxious.

 

"Yeah, why not? Can't I go?" I replied, a little confused. I thought if he wanted to go out for drinks with his friends, I probably shouldn't bother him.

 

"North, you should change your name," James teased. I turned to look at him, my face slightly flushed with embarrassment.

 

"No, I want to go." That's all Johan said. And so the four of us left the Faculty of Engineering, while James and Frank went to another car.

 

...

We went into the pub and sat at the last table. It was a pub near the school, with a live band. People ordered drinks and food, and there were many other dishes too.

 

“Finally, you guys are together. Damn, I feel like I’ve achieved something in my life.” That was James’s first thing after the waiter left, 

 

“We’re the pioneers, Frank.”

 

"Oh my god, I'm crying, Johan. I feel like we've been through so much, I've drunk so much with you, I'm sick of it. Should I withdraw some funds to make a sign and hang a picture of us as a couple in front of the school? I could hang it in front of the Faculty of Medicine, the Faculty of Engineering, or even the whole school. Let's put it all up as an exhibition."

 

"That's going too far, you dog," Johan said, laughing at Frank's comment. And the conversation at the table continued, mostly revolving around us. I asked Frank and James about it because Johan left it up to me to answer.

 

"So she broke up with you?" James asked. I nodded, "Why did she break up?"

 

“She said… she had to choose one person with a future, and then choose another who was studying medicine,” I replied, taking the glass of wine Frank offered me. The wine had a really unpleasant taste. What could possibly create such a heavy flavour?

 

"Oh my God, what's wrong? Is there no future in Engineering?" James exclaimed. "She left you because of the low salary? That's so sad, Johan. How much do doctors earn anyway?"

 

"60,000, not including overtime," Johan said, raising his glass of wine.

 

"Damn, that much? What about the salaries of the engineers in the company?"

"Recent graduates earn 20,000."

"That's shocking, the difference is three times," James said to me, turning around with a dejected expression. He also felt discouraged about being in the same department. "But our workload is lighter, much more relaxed."

"Well, if we compare the workload, we're definitely more relaxed, right?" I asked.

“No, I mean, there are so few jobs now that not many people are working in their field. Too many people graduate every year, I’m getting discouraged,” James said, raising his glass to a sip. Why did he look so distressed? “I think we should work together, and North, let Johan give you the money.”

"What kind of cooperation are we talking about?"

"Selling chicken rice."

"Then let's name the restaurant 'Technical Chicken Rice'."

“That’s great, James. I can already picture myself standing in front of the restaurant, knife-cutting chicken right now.” I said, unconsciously placing my hand on my chest, feeling a sharp pain in my heart. “Don’t joke like that, James. We’ll be together, the two of us from the Engineering department, side by side.”

“North, I’m really shocked. I can’t take it anymore, I’m about to cry.” James said, preparing to put on a sad face. He raised his glass and drank again, “The kids in our group have come to sit with us, going out for drinks together is fine, we trust each other. Hey… what now? What am I going to do? Should I go to work? You’re with Johan, so you don’t need to worry about the future anymore.” I raised my glass to clink with James’s.

 

"What a shame," Johan said, looking at James and me as we were both drunk.

 

“North, I’ll tell you a quick secret to getting rich,” James said. I turned to look at him curiously. “The guy sitting next to North has a lot of money. Oh, he has a black card; the limit is at least one million baht.” 

 

My expression changed; I seemed very receptive, reaching out to listen further, completely attentive. Johan merely shrugged slightly, not paying much attention to James's words. He raised his glass and continued drinking.

 

"So, Frank, how's your industry? I hear they're complaining all the time," James asked.

 

“Enough, I see no light at all, damn it. Why didn’t I study medicine? At least I would have a job in the future.” Frank said seriously, “You already have a job, why study medicine?” He looked at Johan.

 

"I've heard that question hundreds of times," Johan said. "If I could choose, I wouldn't study, damn it. Studying too much is just a waste of time."

 

"Is there anyone to help you? What about Tonfah? And where's Hill? Luckily, they're both very good students; what would you have done without them?" he asked.

 

“They do help, but my problem is work; I’m too lazy to work,” Johan said, sighing slightly. “But Fah… is a good person. He works for me without me having to ask; he knows I’m busy.”

 

"What about Hill?"

 

"Hill is capable, but once he falls in love, he becomes completely addicted to his boyfriend and doesn't bother helping me anymore."

 

"Well, maybe Hill isn't the only one obsessed with his boyfriend," James teased. "Oh, and Thit, has he returned from Brazil yet? How can anyone be so obsessed? I just don't understand."

 

"He came back with a medical certificate from Brazil stating that he had been bitten by a piranha. The whole group was in a panic."

 

I laughed at the words of the person sitting next to me. Finally, Arthit returned, and the piranha bite was real.

 

"Not drinking anymore, Johan?" Frank asked after seeing that Johan had only drunk a little.

 

"No, because I still have to drive," Johan replied.

 

"He's only here to take care of his boyfriend. I knew from the start that you wouldn't drink to take care of your boyfriend," James joked. 

 

"But normally, you're so tough, no matter how much you drink, you definitely won't get drunk, right?"

 

"I'm not drunk, but I don't want to be," Johan replied simply. This made me smile inwardly, feeling as if someone was taking care of me. The conversation kept changing. The things we talked about were rather unpleasant, but I didn't gain anything from it, and James seemed genuinely drunk.

 

“North, why is your neck so stiff? This isn’t a joke,” James said. I started to feel dizzy and turned to look at the person opposite me.

 

"Brother, I'm about to fall."

 

"Are you okay?" Johan asked. I turned around and smiled at the person who asked me, still half-conscious, "James, can you stop?"

 

"Let's celebrate that you two are together!"

 

"But isn't it strange, James? Back then, when Johan was heartbroken because of it, we came to drink with him. Now we're here to drink and celebrate their getting together," Frank asked.

 

"What else could we do? Their hearts are in love," James said.

 

"That's enough," Johan said, preparing to take the glass of wine from my hand.

 

"I'll just have one more drink." I started to feel tears welling up as the alcohol took effect. James is so talented; he even managed to prepare such a delicious drink.

 

"Enough! What are you going to do if you're uncomfortable?" the other person said in a somewhat stern tone. Hearing that, I immediately frowned.

 

I'm not particularly stubborn, but the drink James mixed for us, he said, was made the way he usually makes it for Johan. No matter how much Johan drinks, he never gets drunk. As for me, I only had two sips, and I was already starting to lose my balance.

 

“What kind of tenderness, care, and attention is this? Can you give me some of that, too?” James teased again, “Oh, I forgot, I’m not North.”

 

His words made my heart tighten; I began to feel suspicious and turned my head to look in the direction Frank was looking. Wow… so beautiful.

 

“Johan.” A woman called softly before standing behind our chairs, slowly wrapping her arms around Johan’s neck from behind. 

 

“What a coincidence. You’re here for a drink too?”

 

“…” Johan didn’t answer; he just raised his hand, but the woman wouldn’t let him push it away.

 

"Oh, why are you so cold? I didn't see you like this the last time we were in bed together." She leaned down and whispered in his ear, and the others at the table exchanged surprised glances.

 

"Grace, are you drunk?" James asked.

 

Grace…? Is this the girl you used to hang out with? Everyone says she's a fan of Johan. I think she's a third-year student? Damn, why do I feel so dizzy?

 

“I’m not drunk, James. I’m perfectly fine. I miss you so much, you know.” Her voice was sweet and seductive. I turned around and saw Johan being assaulted by the girl, her face pressed against his neck, but he remained silent, his gaze still fixed on me.

What does that smile mean?

Wait and see what I'll do...

"Why did Johan have to break up with me? Do you know how much I love Johan? I could accept anything."

 

“…”

"Come back to Grace," she said again in a sweet voice, then circled around the chair and tried to sit on Johan's lap.

But…

Johan smirked and looked at me, wrapping his arm around my waist. I was so drunk I was almost unconscious, only feeling that this was my place before I moved and sat on his lap. He put his arms around my neck.

"This is getting interesting." Someone at the table joked, but I didn't care.

"HALLO!!"

"Huh?"

“Johan is mine… Only mine.” I frowned at the other person. I didn’t even know what I was saying anymore, “Only yours, right? Answer me now.”

"Yes, I'm yours alone."

“Johan…” Grace’s voice was shocked, and she started to shout a little, but James stood up first.

“Grace, don’t touch Johan,” James said, trying to pull her away. But Grace wouldn’t let go; she pushed James’s hand away and suddenly reached out to grab my hair. But instead, Johan grabbed her hand first. He looked at her with annoyance and squeezed her wrist so tightly that she cried out in pain. Grace tried to pull her hand away before Johan released her.

 

"Go away, don't cause trouble here." Frank issued a mild warning.

 

Grace bit her lip to control her emotions and walked away in anger. The sound of her high heels clicking on the floor clearly showed how furious she was.

 

"Well, why would we need someone else?" I asked.

 

"Why would I need someone else?" Johan said before looking back at me. We gazed at each other as if mesmerised. Normally, I wouldn't dare look into those eyes, but with the alcohol running through my system, I felt myself becoming bolder.

 

"Can't you just be with someone? Can you just have me and only look at me? If you demand that, what do you have to do?" I whispered in a low voice.

 

His handsome face broke into a slight smile, his extreme satisfaction evident, as he pulled me closer. I slowly tilted my head, and he gently touched my lips. As a warm and intense sensation enveloped me, I responded to his touch, and he could smell the strong scent of alcohol lingering in the air.

 

The dim lighting of the bar, the slow-paced music, and my own drunkenness made the kissing sound embarrassing, and the person opposite me, completely sober, showed no sign of stopping. I felt a burning sensation all over my body, especially in my lower body, spreading up to my stomach.

 

"Mmm." The kiss was intense. Hot tongues intertwined, caressing both my upper and lower lips. The empty feeling in my stomach intensified. I unconsciously tensed my thighs as the pain in my centre increased. My eyelids remained tightly closed, and I began to breathe rapidly, almost unable to breathe, like someone suffocating.

 

"Can you guys calm down? Even though no one's in this corner, we're still here." A voice rang out before Johan slowly pulled away from the kiss.

 

"Mmm." I unconsciously moaned without realising it. And the person who had just pulled away from the kiss seemed quite pleased with my reaction.

 

"Are you going home now, Johan?"

 

"Yeah, I'm going home," Johan said, taking out his wallet and pulling out some money, which he placed on the table.

 

"Are you paying for this meal?"

 

"Thanks, James, Frank," Johan said before paying the bill, with both my arms still around the other man's neck. When I'm this drunk, I hardly feel any embarrassment.

 

“Hey, sir…” I called out to the person supporting me, feeling like we were walking out of the restaurant. I remembered Johan had parked quite far from the restaurant because there were no parking spaces, so he had to park in an area with few people.

 

"Let's get in the car."

 

"I don't like it at all."

 

“…”

"I don't like it when other people look at you."

 

"Hmm, really?"

 

"Yes, couldn't you avoid it? Don't let other people look at you like that anymore."

 

"You're drunk." A deep, warm voice rang out as the car door opened.

 

I sat down in the passenger seat, and he adjusted it so I could recline before getting into the driver's seat.

 

“…”

 

"Hey bro…"

 

"Huh?"

 

“Johan…” I turned to look at the driver. Because the seat was reclined, it put me in a lying position. I looked at him, even though I was half-asleep. I reached out and touched his face. “Why are you so handsome?”

 

“…”

"Ah!" I exclaimed in surprise as he pulled me closer, and I sat on his lap. We were both in the driver's seat.

 

"Is it normal to get this drunk?"

 

"Hmm." I shook my head, "I don't know, but I'm really angry. How dare she touch him? I get jealous too, you know."

 

"How can a drunk person be so cute?"

 

“…” I didn’t answer, and my brain couldn’t process anything anymore. Before consciousness began to fade, I leaned towards the person in front of me and hugged him as I felt like it, because I had no strength left either. Even though I was about to fall asleep, I still felt the urge to hold him tighter.

 

"Can I hug you?"

 

“…” The other person didn’t answer, only tightened their embrace. This closeness made me feel a familiar warmth. One hand reached out, grasped his other hand, and touched his face.

 

"Johan is mine," I said, something different from how I usually do. I was really drunk. And when I'm drunk, I become even bolder.

 

“…”

"I'm not a jealous person at all. But when I'm with you, I feel like I don't want anyone else looking at you. Do you like Grace at all? You're mine, and mine alone."

 

“…”

 

"Do you understand? The only person you can love is me," I moaned softly.

 

Then I moved closer and closer to the person opposite me. As soon as I smelled a faint fragrance, I wanted to delve deeper. I pressed my nose forward and back along the curve of their neck.

 

"North…" The voice on the other end whispered softly in my ear.

 

"Yes?"

 

"My darling."

 

“…”

 

"If you continue doing this..."

 

“…”

 

"I won't be able to hold out until I get back to my room..."

 

A soft whisper in my ear made me hold my breath. His hands began to caress my entire back. Our lips pressed into a passionate kiss. Our tongues intertwined, creating sounds from their touch. The warmth of his hands stroking my body made me feel even hotter. I couldn't hear any sounds around me, which means the car was parked far away and had good soundproofing. Furthermore, the entire car was covered in black film.

 

In the brief moment when consciousness was fading, I reacted to the touch. Johan pulled my shirt up. As he slowly pulled away from the kiss, he placed a kiss on my chest, holding me with both hands.

 

"Ahhhh..." I moaned as he kissed my breasts.

Unconsciously, I arched my chest to receive those touches. Johan bit me a little harder, causing my entire body to tense up. A tingling sensation spread through my chest, down to my abdomen, and into my core. And because I was wearing sweatpants, it was easy to pull them down. I winced in pain as he made another red mark on my neck. The other person's warm breath caressed my ear, the pain in the middle of my body increasing until it became torture.

 

“Ah! Ahhh!!!!” I was surprised when a warm hand touched the axis of my body, slowly touching my head, moving back and forth until I began to feel more aroused than before.

 

“Ahhh… you,” I called out to him in a hoarse voice, my legs completely spread apart. The effects of the alcohol were taking hold again; my consciousness was muddled as he traced his face along the curve of my neck and down to my ear.

 

“Ahhh! Umm!” I screamed as his fingers slid from my shaft down to my backside. He pressed and moved his fingers back and forth. Johan lifted his head for a moment before kissing me again. The touch of hot tongues fluttered everywhere, the familiar rhythm of the kiss made my heart pound faster until it almost burst. I had such difficulty breathing, and I still couldn't breathe normally.

 

His fingertips pressed against the hole at the back. That touch alone sent a shiver down my spine and thighs. I squeezed my eyes shut, not daring to look at him, but I could tell Johan's breathing was rapid, as if he too was becoming aroused. And his long, thin fingers slowly slid inside me. The pain I felt immediately made me wince.

 

"Brother... It hurts! It hurts!" I tried to pull away from the kiss, but then he pressed the back of my neck to kiss me again. I could only moan softly in my throat before the slender fingers moved in and out faster and faster, and I unconsciously moved my hips in rhythm with their movements. My legs, completely devoid of strength, were gently lifted by my opponent. He took off my pants. As for Johan, he hadn't taken off a single piece of clothing yet. And… now we’re in the car.

 

“Ah! Hmph!” I cried even harder as another inch was squeezed in. Moving the seat gave me more space, but the inside of the car was still too cramped. Our faces were only inches apart. I tried to look at him, but the image before my eyes was still blurry due to the effects of the alcohol. I reached out and lightly touched the person in front of me, just a simple touch. I was sitting on him, so I realised he was starting to get aroused. Johan didn't say anything, just watched to see what a drunkard like me would do.

 

I unbuttoned the other person's pants. I was still in shock, even though I'd seen it before. I pulled down his underwear and gently touched it. I accidentally saw a small tattoo on his waist, so I gently touched and caressed it because it made him look more attractive. I don't know why, but at that moment, another finger was added behind me and slowly moved.

 

"Don't be naughty."

“…'

 

"If you can't get up tomorrow... don't be angry."

 

“Ahhh.” I leaned forward and rested my head against Johan’s chest. The force from behind was so strong that I could only close my mouth because of the pain, and soon his three slender fingers withdrew. I unconsciously moved my hips as well.

 

"Let's give it a try."

 

A deep, warm voice whispered in my ear, causing me to look up at the person in front of me. I couldn't understand why Johan was grinning mischievously. Before I was caught again, Johan pressed down on my waist, my back touching the shaft of his body. And as Johan pressed harder on my waist, that shaft penetrated deeper and deeper into my body.

 

"Ouch! It hurts so much!" A painful sensation arose. He also frowned and tried to push his shaft all the way inside me. Meanwhile, he remained silent, staring at me until I had to turn my face away because I couldn't resist those eyes. Ah… what's wrong?

 

I gasped for breath. When I felt the touch from behind, I could finally believe that he was inside me. I was still in a lot of pain, and I was embarrassed by the way he looked at me.

 

"Ah!" I was shocked when he suddenly took off my shirt. It was quite hot in the car, but I still felt embarrassed not having any clothes to cover myself.

 

"Ahhh... honey."

 

"Hmm?"

 

"Hic... it's..."

 

I don't understand the situation right now...

 

"Can you do that for me?"

 

"No... North, why don't you give it a try?"

“…”

 

"Try to move."

 

I pressed my lips together in embarrassment and felt like I was about to explode, his strong hand gently holding my waist, allowing me to move slowly up and down.

 

“Mmm…” I pursed my lips, a sound escaping from my throat. Trying to move this slowly was driving me crazy. From pain, it was turning into pleasure. My brain was turning white, and all my consciousness was more scattered than before due to the effects of alcohol.

 

“Ahhhhhhh….” I screamed as the excitement intensified, a sensation of pain and itchiness coursing through my body. I moved even faster, relying on his support, until the person in front of me let go of their hand, allowing me to take the lead in the game. I acted bravely, but now I can't think of anything else. When he reached a certain point, he felt better than before and thrust harder at that point repeatedly.

 

"Ah..." I'm about to go crazy with all these intense emotions right now. Both Johan's eyes and his expression...Fuck...Insanely sexy… I reached out and gently touched Johan's face, pulled him closer, and kissed him on the lips. I felt as if something was gushing from my chest.

 

"Hmm..."

 

"I was almost going crazy, you know?" Johan whispered in my ear after I pulled away from the kiss, biting my lip lightly before spreading his arms. He pressed his hips against mine, pushing his shaft even deeper inside. Before I could regain control, he grabbed my waist to make me more diligent, and I cried until I could barely speak. Johan moved in rhythm with us, making our bodies collide even harder. It sent a painful sensation all the way up to my stomach until I could hear the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

 

"Ahhhhhh."

 

*Splurt!*

 

"Ugh." I gasped, breathing so heavily my chest heaved. I leaned against his chest, completely exhausted, even though his shaft was still inside me, and the effects of the alcohol and what had just happened had left me unconscious. When I woke up, I found myself lying in bed.

 

“…Johan?” I called out the name of the man who had put me to bed, my clothes still on. But all I could feel was pain in my lower back.

 

"Are you awake?"

 

"Ah!" As soon as I was placed on the bed, Johan immediately kissed my lips, a tight, intense kiss as if not letting me rest, then climbed onto the bed and sat on top of me. Before the alcohol headache returned, we did it again.

 

"Ugh," I mumbled in my throat as my mouth closed. He pulled down my pants, a thin finger sliding in so quickly that I flinched and squeezed my eyes shut at what we had just done. To be honest, it didn't hurt as much as the first time.

 

Damned…

Ah… But…

Are we really going to do it again?

 

"Ah! Mmm!"

 

The two fingers moved in and out quickly, only withdrawing after a while. I slowly opened my eyes a little and looked down at the other person. Johan leaned slightly forward. I watched him before he took off his shirt, revealing his beautiful muscles and toned abs, and also the waist tattoo I had seen earlier.

 

I'm going crazy because of the smile on his face and the look in his eyes. He pushed his hair back forcefully, his hand sliding to the edge of his own pants. I felt my face flush and had to turn away. I'm about to have a heart attack and die because of you, do you know that?

 

He undressed me without warning. A painful sensation spread from my chest and neck, and I noticed red marks all over my body. Johan lifted my legs and thrust his large shaft into me.

 

“Ahhh! Ugh!” I raised my hands to cover my face in embarrassment, trying to suppress my voice, but it was useless. The force of the movement and impact was so great that my body trembled.

 

“Ah! Ah!” I screamed in rhythm with his thrusts. The speed was so fast and intense I couldn’t bear it anymore. The sounds of the impact were so loud I could hear the slapping of flesh, constantly pressing on that spot inside me, driving me crazy. I twisted and turned beneath him. I scratched his arm to release my emotions. I can't take it anymore… I can't take it anymore.

 

"Ahhhh!" I reached my climax and let go of his hand.

 

Johan slowly slowed down, allowing me to slowly open my eyes to look at him. But before I could see anything, he flipped me over so I was lying on my side. Then he lifted one of my legs and placed it on his shoulder before thrusting into me again. When I shifted to this sideways position, my feelings changed. I gripped the bedsheets tightly and moaned louder. Once in this position, I really couldn't escape. The position also dictated each person's feelings, but I still felt so good… so good that I didn't know what was happening anymore.

 

"Ahhh! *Sob*!"

So happy… So happy…

I… I’m going to die…

 

When he thrust hard, I involuntarily screamed. Although I had no strength left, I continued to gasp for breath until I was exhausted and my consciousness faded. This position brought his shaft completely into my body, and I felt my stomach ache from the tightness.

 

"Ahhh!"

I was about to give up, but then I reached the climax.

 

"Johan... I can't take it anymore. Ummm."

 

"Are you done?" the other person asked in a low voice. I struggled to open my eyes and saw the owner of the handsome face smiling as if very satisfied.

 

"Ah, don't ask... Ahhhhh!"

 

Johan turned me around and pressed his shaft in again. The rhythm of his body slowly relaxed, as if he were trying to provoke me.

 

"Ahhh... Don't do that."

 

"It's not over yet."

 

“No… I can’t take it anymore… ahhhh” My body felt stiff, but he kept thrusting deep inside, pulling out and then thrusting in again.

 

"Hmm, why don't you try begging me?"

 

"Mmm!" I bit my lip, gripping the bedsheet tightly with both hands. With a thrust from below, his shaft moved in and out slowly. I can't, I'm going crazy.

 

"Please, I beg you."

 

“…”

 

"No… North can't take it anymore."

 

"Why would you say that, baby?"

 

"Sob... please move faster."

 

“…”

"Please, I beg you."

 

!!!

 

"Ahhh!!"

 

And the warm rhythm returned, thrusting and repeating at the same point. Just a few thrusts, and I released a milky white fluid. And that almost made me lose consciousness. Although it was over, my partner didn't seem to be finished yet. I tried to stay conscious the whole time. I felt my partner's body contract gently, the warm fluid shooting into my body. When he pulled out, I felt the fluid dripping onto my thighs.

 

Johan lifted me up and held me. He kissed the corner of my eye, then my forehead. The familiar scent and warmth drew me closer to him. Then, finally, my consciousness faded.

 

"Good night…"

 

“…”

 

"My one and only love."