"Min-seok! Please—come inside!"
He stopped, expression guarded, eyes still carrying the hurt she had caused. She pulled him into the salon, flipped the "Closed" sign, locked the door, and led him to the private back room.
Once inside, she dropped to her knees in front of him, tears streaming. Her hands clutched his pants legs, body shaking violently begging for forgiveness.
Instantly she stood up when I gave her no response. Mi-Kyung's hands shook as she fumbled with her blouse buttons, desperation fueling her every movement. Tears blurred her vision, but she didn't stop.
The fabric parted, revealing the bra he'd chosen for her that fateful night. She shrugged it off, then stood briefly to slide her skirt and panties down her legs in one frantic motion.
Completely naked now, her body exposed just as it had been when he'd saved her the day she found her anchor to hold onto. She climbed onto his lap as he sat heavily on the nearby chair.
She straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her bare breasts against his chest, her thighs gripping his waist tightly to keep him from pushing her away or standing up.
Her skin flushed with shame and need, but she didn't care—anything to make him stay, to make him see her regret.
"Please… don't go. I love you. I'll do anything. I've worn these same clothes every day since you left—haven't even washed them once. They still smell like you. And I can't forget you. I can't let you go. I'm begging you."
Min-seok's face remained blank, his eyes empty and distant, like a wall of ice. He didn't move. Didn't speak. Didn't even flinch as her naked body settled against him, her warmth pressing into his clothed form. His arms hung limp at his sides, no reaction to her touch, her pleas. The silence stretched, heavy and crushing.
Mi-Kyung's sobs grew frantic. "Min-seok... please. Say something. Anything. I'm sorry—so sorry. For everything. For calling your cousin those awful names, for accusing you... I was wrong. Please, talk to me. Don't give me the silent treatment. It hurts... please, not this. I'm begging you... speak to me."
She buried her face in his chest, her naked body trembling against him, tears soaking his shirt. Her hands clutched at his back, fingers digging in as if to anchor him there. "Please... Min-seok... I can't bear this. Yell at me, hit me, bash me, anything—but talk to me. I'm on my knees inside... begging. Don't shut me out."
She pleaded like that for what felt like an eternity—minutes ticking by in agonizing silence, her voice breaking into whimpers, her body curling closer, desperate for any sign of response. Finally, after her cries had turned raw and hoarse, Min-seok spoke. His voice was cold, flat, laced with the deep hurt she'd inflicted.
"Why are you apologizing, Mi-Kyung? For ruining my birthday? For hurting me where I was the most vulnerable? For breaking my trust? Or is it just that you don't want to lose someone who does things for you without asking anything in return? Is this an apology for losing a servant who only wanted your happiness?"
His words sliced through her like shards of glass. No softness, no mercy—just raw, unfiltered pain.
Mi-Kyung lifted her head, her red, swollen eyes meeting his blank ones. "No! No—no! I'm sorry for everything! For calling your cousin those awful names, for accusing you of being a player, for hurting you when you were already suffering so much in silence.
I was jealous… I thought she was taking you away from me. I thought you belonged to me. I was scared I'd lose your attention, your support, that I'd be sidelined. I feared I would be lonely again. But it was because I love you. I'm so sorry… please forgive me."
Min-seok's expression didn't change, his voice still stern and unyielding. "You really thought I was playing around? After everything I did for you?"
"No… I was stupid. Jealous. Insecure. I thought my feelings for you were maternal at first—like you were giving me my mother's love. But seeing you with her… it wasn't that.
It was a woman's jealousy. I got scared. Frustrated. I thought you'd never want someone like me—older, with three kids. But I can't deny it anymore. I love you. Please… forgive me."
He shook his head slowly, his arms still not around her, holding back. "You need me? Or do you need the person who fixes your lights and holds you when you're scared? You ruined my birthday, Mi-Kyung. The first one in ten years I was even considering celebrating.
Min-seok's voice dropped lower, raw with the pain he had kept buried for years. "My sisters begged me to celebrate this time—they said I've suffered enough, sacrificed enough.
And I was going to invite you. Let you in. But now? I don't think I want to celebrate it anymore. You've made me remember why I stopped—all the guilt, the loneliness.
Thanks to you, I cried for the second time on my birthday. I cried myself to sleep all alone, just like the night my mother died. No one found out. No one wiped my tears. I had to wipe them myself, cry in silence so no one else would know. And I did it all over again because of you."
His gaze remained distant, voice steady but laced with hurt. "How can I trust you again after you called my cousin a slut? She came all the way to this city just to lift her little brother's mood. After you accused me of being a jerk who just plays around?"
Mi-Kyung's naked body shook violently against him, her sobs turning into deep, wrenching gasps. His words pierced her like shards of glass—each one sharper than the last.
She could feel the weight of what she had done: she had taken the one fragile hope he had allowed himself after a decade of grief, and she had crushed it.
The image of him alone in the dark, wiping his own tears, crying silently on his birthday because of her… it tore her apart. She had hurt the person who had always been her safe place, and the realization was suffocating. Guilt choked her, hot and unrelenting, making her chest ache as if her heart were physically breaking.
'How could I do this to him?' she thought, tears streaming endlessly. 'He finally let himself hope for happiness, and I ripped it away. He was going to let me see him vulnerable, and I stabbed him instead.'
The pain was unbearable—worse than any nightmare, worse than the attack itself—because this time she had been the one to cause it.
She felt small, worthless, utterly devastated. Her arms tightened around him as if she could somehow shield him from the pain she herself had inflicted, even as her own body trembled with remorse.
Mi-Kyung's sobs grew louder, her naked body shaking violently against him as she clung tighter, her hands fisting in his shirt like a lifeline. "Please... no... I didn't mean it. I was wrong about everything.
Your birthday—oh God, I ruined it. I took away your happiness when you've only ever given me mine. I'm so sorry... Please, don't say that. Celebrate it. Let me make it up to you. I'll do anything. I trust you—I do. I was just... terrified of losing you."
Min-seok's stern expression cracked just a fraction as he saw the depth of her anguish, but he still held back, voice low. "Trust? You broke mine. You attacked me right where it hurts the most—my family, my pain.
How do I know this isn't just guilt talking? That you won't lash out again the next time you see me with someone? I opened up to you about my mother, my sisters… and you threw it back in my face. And celebrate it? What's that supposed to mean? Do you think it's that easy to say it without any effort behind it?"
Mi-Kyung's cries grew even more desperate, her face buried in his neck, tears soaking his collar. "Please… Min-seok… I beg you. I love you. I'll prove it every day. Don't push me away. I can't… I can't breathe without you now. I've grown addicted to you and don't want to live without you anymore."
Her chest heaved with desperate, broken cries, her face buried in his neck again. Tears soaked his collar as she felt herself fracturing—pushed to the absolute brink, her mind a whirlwind of guilt, regret, and terror. 'He's right... I don't deserve him. I've hurt him so badly. What if he never forgives me? What if I lose him forever?'
Her body curled smaller on his lap, whispers turning to raw pleas. "Please... Min-seok... I beg you. I love you. I'll prove it every day. Don't push me away. I can't... I can't breathe without you now. If you don't forgive me... I might just die from this guilt. It's eating me alive. Gnawing at me.
These nightmares... every night, Mr. Lee comes back. He does what he couldn't do last time—he rapes me to his heart's content, and I scream for you to save me, but you either just watch me without helping me and walk away once he's done or ignore the help pleas or are no where to be found all together. All of this just reminds me how helpless I'm without you by my side.
My heart... It's become so weak now that if you don't forgive me, I'll... I'll end it. I can't bear this anymore. Please... I'll do anything I need to do to prove I'm serious if you want sex, I'll give it to you. Anything to show I'm sorry."
In her desperation, her hands moved frantically to his belt, unbuckling it with trembling fingers. She shifted on his lap, reaching down to free his cock, her body still shaking.
Without any lubrication—intentionally, to hurt herself, to prove her remorse through pain—she positioned herself over him and began to lower her hips, gasping as the dry friction burned. Tears fell onto his chest. "See? I'll hurt myself to any extent for you... just to prove to you I'm not lying. Please just forgive me... please..."
Min-seok's eyes widened in shock, his hands finally moving to grab her hips and stop her descent. His voice was still stern, but now edged with concern. "Stop. Mi-Kyung, stop this. I trusted you—of all people, you. Hearing you accuse me like that... it cut deep. Why did you say that?"
She froze, her body still pressed against him, sobs wracking her frame. "Because... I thought my feelings were just maternal at first. Like you were giving me my mother's love. But seeing you with her... it wasn't daughterly jealousy.
It was a woman's. I got scared that I would lose you. I didn't want to lose you. I was frustrated. I thought you'd never want someone like me—older, with kids. But I can't deny it anymore. I love you. Please... ask me anything. I'll tell you everything. Even the dirtiest secrets of mine or my body, I'll do anything you want without questions just forgive me and don't abandon me."
Min-seok was quiet for a long, agonizing moment, his stern gaze fixed on her trembling form. Then, he sighed deeply, his voice softening just a fraction. "Fine... I'll see if you're actually telling the truth or not. If this is real, or if you're just scared of being alone again and just to use me."
Mi-Kyung nodded frantically through her tears, relief flickering amid the despair. "It is real. I swear. Test me—anything. Just... don't leave."
Min-seok's anger subsided slowly, his stern expression cracking as he saw her raw vulnerability. He sighed, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Promise me... You would never say those things again. Never assume the worst without talking to me.
If you had seen her with me and called us, I would have introduced you to her then and there. She was very keen on meeting you, keen on asking you to look after me, so she can stop worrying about me, and I can smile again."
"I promise!" Hurriedly, desperately— "I promise. I'll never doubt you again." Her voice broke, relief flooding her.
He nodded, pulling her closer. "Okay... I forgive you."
Mi-Kyung broke down completely, sobbing into his neck, clinging to him like he was her lifeline. Relief, guilt, love—all of it poured out of her in waves. For the first time in days, the crushing anxiety lifted, replaced by overwhelming gratitude and the fierce determination to never hurt him again.
Min-seok's arms finally wrapped around her bare waist, pulling her closer—but the embrace was careful, measured. Not the full, enveloping warmth she had known before. His hands moved slowly over her back, stroking her skin in gentle, rhythmic circles, but there was restraint in every touch.
His fingers didn't linger the way they used to; they didn't press into her like he was anchoring her to him. It was comforting, yes—but only just. A shadow of the safety he had once given her without hesitation.
Mi-Kyung felt the difference immediately. It pierced her deeper than any of his earlier words.
She pressed her naked body tighter against him, burying her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent that had become her lifeline. But even as he held her, she could sense the distance—the careful space he kept between them.
His caresses were soft, almost mechanical, as if he were reminding himself to be gentle rather than losing himself in the act of comforting her. The warmth was there, but it was guarded. Controlled. Nothing like the way he had once held her through her nightmares, when his arms had felt like the safest place in the world.
Fresh tears slipped down her cheeks, soaking into his shirt. 'I lost this,' she thought, heart twisting. 'I lost the way he used to hold me like I was the most precious thing in the world, like nothing could ever hurt me as long as I was in his arms.'
The memory of those nights—his voice low and soothing, his hands stroking her hair until she drifted off—felt so far away now. She had taken that comfort for granted, and in one moment of jealousy and cruelty, she had shattered it.
But even through the ache, a fierce resolve settled in her chest. 'I will get it back. I will earn every single touch, every gentle word. No matter how long it takes. No matter how hard I have to work.' She made a silent vow to herself: she would never disappoint him again. Never hurt him like this.
She would prove—day after day, with every action—that she deserved the trust she had broken. She would be patient. She would be steady. She would show him she could be the safe place for him, just as he had been for her.
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