Even If You Run Away (Completed)

“Huh, huh, ah… ah.”

Shameful, breathy sounds kept escaping Yein’s lips. Her mind still couldn’t process what was happening. When Taeheon sucked her clitoris, her body betrayed her, releasing juices uncontrollably.

He pressed his mouth against her, drinking it in. The soft gulping sound was unmistakable. Unable to bear it any longer, Yein weakly pushed him away. Taeheon, surprisingly compliant, leaned back at her touch, though her hands had little strength behind them.

When he looked up, the corners of his mouth were glistening. Yein quickly averted her eyes, too embarrassed to meet his gaze.

“What is this?” he said, clicking his tongue as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Even if I try to help you, you can’t handle it.”

Her cheeks burned with shame. The dampness between her legs and the moisture soaking her skirt made it impossible to deny her body’s response. A strange sensation lingered, teasing her, even though his lips weren’t there anymore.

“I have to ask, since you’ve been making such a big deal out of it—” His eyes narrowed slightly, his voice dipping lower. “Is this your first time?”

“… Does it matter?” Yein’s reply was barely audible, her voice trembling.

Even after entering college, life had been a whirlwind of studying, caring for her grandmother, and juggling part-time jobs. She had never had the time—or the luxury—for romance.

“Of course it does.”

His answer was unexpectedly rough, his tone firm.

“Put your arms around my neck,” he instructed.

Before she could ask why, Taeheon slipped his hands beneath her legs and lifted her effortlessly. Startled, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Despite herself, Yein couldn’t help but notice how solid and secure he felt as he held her close.

Tae-heon put his hand under Ye-in’s leg again. I thought he was touching her, but he surprised me by not hugging her. I couldn’t ask why he was doing that, so I hugged Tae-heon’s neck. The firm embrace that I felt as my body was tightly held felt good, to be honest.

I felt like I was surrounded by bodies that were made completely differently. It was like an unbreakable wall. I felt trapped, suffocated, but also relieved.

The arms that had been holding her tightly gave out and her back touched the bed sheets. Ironically, her insides tightened as if she was expecting something.

The stained skirt was lowered by Taeheon’s hand. Even in the dark bedroom, his face caught the eye.

Just like Yein, you can see her naked upper body. It was a well-trained upper body, just like the feeling I got from hugging her earlier.

What kind of feeling does it have?

I was wondering if it would be as smooth as metal.

When I put my hand on the man’s shoulder, I felt moist skin. The muscles were thick and firm, but I could clearly feel that they were flesh with blood flowing through them.

This person is a human being just like himself. It was an obvious fact, but Yein felt a vague shock.

My palm slid across Taeheon’s back. A completely different sensation assaulted my fingertips.

The area around her shoulder blades was uneven and textured. Could it be a burn? Yein’s fingers brushed over the distorted skin absentmindedly.

Taeheon froze, his movements coming to a halt as he turned to look at Yein. His chiseled face, starkly defined by the shadows in the dim light, seemed at odds with the disarrayed scarring on his back.

“Since you’re already up, you don’t need to explore it so thoroughly,” he muttered, his voice low and threaded with a hint of tension.

A firm, unyielding presence pressed against the damp surface below, accompanied by his breath, warm and soft against her skin. At first, it didn’t register what it was. But as the blunt tip aligned with the exposed, vulnerable space, Yein felt her lips part involuntarily.

“No, you can’t,” she murmured.

Taeheon stopped immediately, his movements stilling completely. The fingers that had been gripping her thigh tightened, pressing into the soft curve of her flesh.

“Are you serious?” he asked, his voice husky, laden with hesitation.

Even though it was a simple question, it carried an unsettling weight. I felt as though I had to give her the answer she wanted, whatever it was. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell her to continue.

“I don’t think it’ll work,” I finally said.

“Why? Are you scared?” she asked, her voice laced with a teasing confidence that almost felt like a game.

Yein nodded hesitantly, her uncertainty plain.

I couldn’t see clearly, but I could guess—it seemed too large, too impossible. It wouldn’t fit. The thought of trying made my nerves tighten, anxiety coiling in my stomach.

Yet the thick presence didn’t retreat, its pressure steady against the opening, slick with arousal. The insistent sensation made me instinctively want to move away, as though it might force its way in at any moment. She shifted her hips instinctively, but the movement made it seem as though she was guiding it in herself. When the tip pressed and began to slip inside, Yein shuddered involuntarily.

“I feel like I’m going to tear apart…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

As I muttered, the man above me breathed heavily.

“I sucked it so it wouldn’t tear, but that didn’t work—and neither did this.”
As Tae-heon leaned forward, her soft breasts pressed against his chest. The nipples, tender from his earlier attentions, were now compressed, causing Ye-in to twist her body uncertainly. Her attempts to adjust only seemed to worsen the situation, inadvertently rubbing her breasts against him with every movement. No matter how she shifted, lying like this left her with no escape from his proximity.

“Why are you making such a fuss?” Tae-heon murmured, his voice low and edged with a rough growl that sent a shiver through her. His tousled hair seemed to bristle, amplifying the intensity of his presence.

“If you keep indulging all my whims,” he added, his whisper brushing against her ear, “you won’t be able to sleep until sunrise.”

A shiver ran through me as a tingle of stimulation coursed through my core, the weighty pillar grazing intimately against my folds.
“If you don’t relax, it’ll only hurt more.”
The hand that had been gently tracing along my thigh now shifted, teasing the sensitive flesh. Fingers spread the soft, supple folds apart with deliberate care.
“How… ah…”

No matter how hard she tried, it wasn’t easy. As Yein rubbed her clitoris, the man’s length slowly pushed deeper into her. Despite how wet she was—the slickness dripping all the way to her perineum—it wasn’t easy to accommodate him because of his size.

“Take a deep breath,” he murmured.

Feeling the weight and fullness, Yein obeyed, drawing in a shaky breath as the man guided her. The secret space, untouched by anyone before him, widened under his deliberate movements.

Inside, the folds of her walls seemed to cling to him, molding tightly around his intrusion. Each time he pulled back slightly, the sensation was like her very core being drawn out with him, sending shivers cascading through her.

“Ugh… ahh… ugh…”

“Fuck… I don’t even know who’s supposed to be letting go,” Taeheon muttered, his voice rough with tension.

A jolting surge of force shot upward, flooding Yein’s senses with an unbearable intensity. Her mind felt like it was being unraveled, overwhelmed by the relentless rhythm. Time blurred, the prolonged intrusion taking her deeper into sensations she’d never known.

“Ah…!” she gasped, her voice cracking under the weight of it all.

The moment he pushed fully inside, her held breath escaped in a broken sob. Taeheon lowered his head, his lips brushing against her cheek to catch the tears spilling from her eyes.

It was only then that Yein realized she was crying.

When Taeheon began to move again, her tears flowed anew—not from pain, but from something deeper.

The heat, the sticky closeness of another body, was so foreign. The intimacy, even in its most superficial form, was intoxicating. And yet, it felt so utterly miserable.

Taeheon’s lips traced the contours of her face, brushing lightly around her eyes before trailing lower. Yein braced herself, expecting him to kiss her.

The exhalation brushed against the corner of her mouth, a fleeting tickle. His tongue slipped between his teeth, but no kiss followed.

As she felt him enter her—hot, searing heat filling her once again—Yein wondered if she had craved this warmth since the moment she first laid eyes on him.

Perhaps this is the beginning of a hopeless love, she thought.

But it couldn’t be. It mustn’t be. The things Yejin had ever truly wanted always brought her sorrow.

Tears began to fall as Yein wrapped her arms around Taeheon’s neck, her resolve crystallizing through the haze of emotion. The decision had already been made.

I will marry this man.
For as long as I can.

Taeheon’s gaze, sharp and unreadable, seemed carved from the darkness itself. Yein, her vision blurred by pleasure, clung to him.

What was he thinking? She was curious but didn’t want to know.

Four years had passed since then.

A faint light flickered across Taeheon’s eyes.

When Taeheon first met his wife, he had thought he understood her immediately.

She was a rare, almost alien creature—stupidly honest, utterly unguarded, foolish, naive, and devastatingly beautiful.

If she had been left in the wild, she would have been swallowed up long ago. How had someone like her survived?

If she’d been a girl nurtured in a greenhouse, it would have made sense. But that wasn’t her story.

The woman, who looked like she had stepped out of a portrait of a beauty drawn with a fine brush, looked at him with a pensive face and began to reveal all her secrets one after another. He was dumbfounded. Was no one really able to get their hands on this woman yet?

Then I’ll use it.

It seemed so easy to get a girl, so I did it.

He married that woman. Lee Ye-in.

“Tell me straight. Everything. What happened,” Tae-heon growled into the phone. “If you touch my wife again, I’ll do exactly what I said back then.”

His grip on the phone was so tight that the bones on the back of his hand stood out, stark white.

The kitchen, shrouded in darkness with the lights off, felt as oppressive as a cave. The sleek, minimalist interior, designed with muted colors and open spaces, couldn’t conceal the suffocating tension that lingered, a reflection of the house’s owner.

“If nothing happened, then why did that person…!”

He forced himself to lower his voice, keeping his anger from spilling over. His wife was still asleep in the bedroom.

“That’s it,” he snapped, cutting off the conversation. “From today onward, you’ll have no reason to see either my wife or my mother. Don’t even think about coming. If you have something to say, tell me directly.”

He didn’t want to hear anything else.

The voice on the other end began to protest, asking how he could deny someone the right to see their daughter-in-law, but Tae-heon ignored it. With a curt motion, he ended the call.

The weight of it all bore down on him. Family had always been a burden, a never-ending debt. No matter how far he distanced himself, it clung to him, haunting him like a devil, whispering incessantly that he owed something.

If only he could shatter it all, sever the ties completely.

In the darkness, a pitch-black shadow clung to Taeheon’s side profile. His molars ground together in silent frustration as he turned and headed toward the bedroom.

On the bed lay a rare treasure, a creature he had discovered four years ago. Still beautiful. Perhaps even more beautiful than before.

Her face, serene in apparent slumber, was framed by her already pale skin, which seemed even whiter in the dim light. At times, he wondered if she might simply vanish, like a fleeting dream.

Taeheon gently placed his hand on the nape of Yein’s neck. A quiet pulse greeted his touch—a small, reassuring rhythm. Proof that her heart was beating. That she was alive, with the faintest of breaths whispering in the stillness.

“Umm…”

Yein stirred, shifting slightly. Taeheon withdrew his hand, his gaze fixated on the delicate, exposed nape of her neck. His fingers hovered in the air, clenching faintly with unspoken restraint.

If he had just held on, he thought, he could have squeezed that fragile neck.
He could bind her hands and feet as well.

Anytime. Anything. Anytime …

A sharp conflict rippled across the man’s face. A fierce gaze appeared between the razor-sharp slits of his patience.

“Water…”

In the silence of the bedroom, a very soft whisper, like a sleepy murmur, broke through. Taeheon pulled his hand away. The sound of his footsteps followed, and after a while, a glass filled with water was placed beside the bed.

My eyelids were heavy, as though weighed down by hot sand. My hands and feet wouldn’t move properly.

I was thirsty. My outstretched hand grasped a glass of water, a lifeline for my struggling body. After emptying the glass, I finally felt a spark of life return to me. With half-closed eyes, I looked at the empty glass.

There was no way I had brought it while I was asleep. So why was it here, within easy reach?

Did he bring it?

Even though my thirst seemed quenched, the dryness returned, nagging at me. I shifted my body, running the tip of my tongue over my lips to moisten them.

Every corner of my body ached from the strain I had put on it. I frowned at the dull, persistent muscle pain, wincing slightly as it pulsed through me.

It was a familiar sensation, one I always felt after long, intimate nights with my husband. There was still a faint, foreign presence between my legs, and though it was early, my thoughts shifted to the baby. Worry bubbled up as I cautiously swung my legs off the bed and placed my feet on the floor.

My skin felt unexpectedly fresh, cool to the touch, as if someone had taken care of the aftercare while I rested. Even my outfit had changed into a cream-colored slip that draped softly over my body.

“You’re awake.”

Taeheon’s voice greeted me the moment I stepped into the living room. His calm, steady presence filled the space, grounding me amidst my lingering thoughts.