Rewind to the class reunion.
Honestly, the idea of attending the reunion didn't exactly thrill me. It felt like a waste of time, and I'd much rather have gone on a date with Kang Min-hyuk. I even toyed with the idea of convincing him to skip it. I knew if I asked, he'd ditch the whole thing without a second thought—he was sweet like that. But seeing how excited he was, I couldn't bring myself to say it.
"What's got you so hyped?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Sunghan's coming today!" Min-hyuk said, his face lighting up. "It's been forever, seriously."
"Oh… Sunghan," I replied, my tone less enthusiastic.
Min-hyuk's excitement was genuine, but I wasn't nearly as stoked. I'd known about Sunghan's feelings for me back in high school. He'd always wedge himself into our dates, staring at me with those obvious, longing looks. He never outright confessed, but even if Min-hyuk was too oblivious to notice, I wasn't. Sunghan had it bad for me.
After graduation, he seemed to back off, cutting contact and keeping his distance. Min-hyuk was bummed about it for a while. But now, I couldn't help but worry. What if he still had a thing for me? Maybe I was overthinking it, but I'd dealt with enough guys hitting on me to know it wasn't impossible. When the reunion was announced, a few classmates slid into my DMs, casually asking if I was still with Min-hyuk—some even confessed out of nowhere. I shut them all down, of course. But Sunghan? He could be the same.
We arrived at the reunion a bit late, greeted by a warm wave of chatter from our classmates.
"Wow, you two still together?" one said.
"You guys look perfect together," another added.
"Still the hot power couple, huh?" someone teased.
Min-hyuk laughed it off, waving away the compliments, and I flashed a smile, settling in next to him. Handsome and beautiful couple—we got that a lot. But honestly, Min-hyuk's looks weren't why I was with him. It was his innocence, the way he looked at me with those pure, guileless eyes. Those same eyes that were now driving me up the wall.
Is he for real? I thought, frustration bubbling up. It wasn't like I lacked charm, and I'd tried—really tried—to seduce him. My efforts weren't totally useless; I'd caught him sporting a bulge in his pants more than once. But every time, he'd dodge anything intimate, saying he wanted to "cherish" me.
Is he secretly gay or something? I'd wondered, half-serious.
Maybe I should just jump him. But my stubborn pride held me back. I didn't want to be the one to cave first. I wanted him to lose control, to pounce on me. Problem was, that same pride was keeping us from getting anywhere.
I glanced around the pub, but Sunghan wasn't there yet.
"We're stepping out for a smoke," a group of guys announced, tossing a pile of stuff onto the table—car keys, wallets, rings, necklaces, all flashy luxury items meant to flex their status.
"Ugh, these guys," Min-hyuk muttered, rolling his eyes.
"Let them have their moment," I said with a smirk. "When else are they gonna show off?"
"But whose car is this key for?" someone asked, picking up a sleek fob.
So this was what reunions were like. I'd heard about the subtle bragging, but seeing it play out was oddly amusing. Most of the table scoffed at the display, but I noticed three people eyeing the pile with envy or intrigue. The flex was working, at least a little.
Then the group returned, dragging another guy with them.
"Who's that?" someone whispered.
"That outfit's gotta be pricey," another said.
"Look at those shoes…"
Everyone except me, who couldn't care less about brands, seemed to clock that his clothes were high-end. To me, it just looked like a sharp, clean fit, so I was a bit thrown when they called it expensive. But then I looked at his face.
Ordinary, but familiar. It was Sunghan, the one Min-hyuk had been so excited about. He was taller, broader than I remembered, and he seemed out of place, avoiding eye contact like we were strangers. When his gaze met Min-hyuk's, though, they both lit up, waving at each other like old buddies. Back in high school, Sunghan had always been tense around Min-hyuk, probably because of me, but now? That edge was gone. I felt a wave of relief.
"Sunghan, sit here," Min-hyuk called, patting the seat next to me.
I tensed a bit, not thrilled about the arrangement, but the reunion wouldn't last forever. I just had to tough it out. Then Sunghan hit me with the most absurd question.
"What was your name again?" he asked, his tone casual.
I blinked, stunned. "Huh? It's Yena. Don't you remember? The three of us used to hang out all the time."
He forgot my name? After all those obvious high school crush vibes, crashing our dates and staring at me like I was the only girl in the world? A tiny part of me—okay, maybe more than tiny—felt a sting of disappointment. He was still looking at me, but the hungry, desperate gaze from back then was gone. He seemed… mature, somehow. Different from me and Min-hyuk, like he'd crossed some threshold into adulthood we hadn't reached yet.
Tonight's the night, I decided. I had to make my move. Get Min-hyuk drunk, drag him home, and finally break through his infuriating innocence. He didn't usually drink, but the reunion's vibe had him chugging beer like it was water. Perfect opportunity.
But isn't he overdoing it? I thought, watching him down another glass. Min-hyuk's tolerance was pathetic—one bottle at most before he was out cold. I knew he'd crash hard, which was both my chance and my worry.
Clang.
Lost in thought, I accidentally knocked my spoon off the table with my elbow.
"Yena's drunk!" someone teased.
"Min-hyuk, take care of your girl!" another laughed.
"I'm not drunk," I shot back, rolling my eyes.
I ducked under the table to grab the spoon, and that's when I saw it—Sunghan's jeans, stretched tight over a massive, unmistakable bulge.
Oh my god… it's huge.
I had no idea what he was looking at to get that hard, but the sight flipped a switch in me. I was already pent-up, touching myself daily to cope with my raging sex drive. Lately, my go-to porn had been rough, forceful scenes—guys with big dicks pinning girls down. And now, this?
Is it… getting bigger? I stared, transfixed, as the bulge grew, the outline of his glans clear through the denim. My left hand, almost on instinct, grabbed my phone and snapped a quick photo. Slowly, I picked up the spoon and sat back up, stealing a glance at Sunghan. Our eyes locked.
Why was he looking at me? My stomach twisted. Was he hard because of me?
The thought sent a throb through my core. I was losing it, my body screaming for release. I opened my secret X account as Amber and poured my thoughts into a post:
[The guy next to me has a huge dick… so hot…]
[My sex drive is exploding these days and I saw an erect dick.]
[I'm gonna get my boyfriend drunk and take him tonight.]
[Ugh, but he'll probably fall asleep again…]
[Haa, I want to be raped.]
Typing it out eased the pressure, if only a little. But just as I hit post, Min-hyuk passed out, his head slumping forward.
Not again… I sighed. Once he was like this, nothing short of an earthquake would wake him. The group started murmuring about heading home, and Sunghan stepped in, offering to take Min-hyuk back to his place.
We piled into a taxi, Sunghan hauling Min-hyuk's dead weight into the villa. I swallowed hard, a nervous flutter in my chest. What if Sunghan tried something, right there next to my sleeping boyfriend? The thought was equal parts terrifying and… thrilling. Just to be safe, I decided to skip my Amber stream tonight.
But despite the obvious bulge I'd seen, Sunghan didn't make a move. He barely even talked to me. Then he glanced at his phone and let out a soft sigh.
"Why?" I asked, unable to stop myself.
"Oh, just heard a stream I was looking forward to got canceled," he said, his tone disappointed.
My heart skipped. The timing was too perfect—I'd just posted Amber's cancellation notice. Could it be a coincidence? I pressed him, asking who the streamer was, but he dodged, acting cagey. That only made me more sure.
"An… adult streamer?" I ventured, my voice low.
He gasped, eyes widening, then nodded reluctantly. My suspicion hardened into certainty, and a rush of excitement followed. I was on the verge of a secret I couldn't let anyone discover, but instead of fear, I felt good. Turned on, even.
One last question burned in me. "Who do you watch?"
"There's… someone named Amber," he admitted, hesitating.
The name hit me like a spark, setting my body alight. My legs ached, my breath quickened, and a flush crept over me. The guy who'd once pined for me, who'd forgotten my name, had been chasing Amber—the secret, sexual side of me I hid from the world. A mix of guilt and pride swelled in my chest. From that moment, Sunghan and I shared a dangerous secret.