Painful Love

Chapter One (Part I)

On a sunny warm day, she pushed through the double doors as she always did every morning. The shop opened up at 7 am and by 7:05 am, she was already ordering a drink, hot chai latte, that she loved so much, except today, was different. She was usually the first one through the doors, only there was someone there by the counter. He had a suit on that appeared to fit him well, and when she looked up to his neck, the collar was crooked. She wanted to pat him on the shoulder to let him know that he needed to fix it, but he was in a conversation with the cashier, so she decided to wait. As she was waiting, her eyes were staring down at the floor. When she noticed the feet turning towards her, she looked up and felt a push back while a burning sensation embraced her chest. The man had poured 4 cups of coffee on her. "Ouch ouch ouch!" She let out. It was hot! "What the f**k?" The man almost screamed. She wanted to say something when she looked up at the man, but he had already turned back at the cashier ordering another coffee. She distantly heard the cashier saying that he didn't have to pay again since it was an accident. He stepped to the side and stood there waiting. She tried not to be upset because she didn't know what people were going through; it's a world full of huddles, and she trained herself to be nonjudgmental 'whatever that meant,' she thought. She turned to look at him, and she watched as he looked at his watch while tapping his foot. She walked up to him and said, "Excuse me?" To which he looked up from his watch and frowned. He opened his mouth to say something, but she beat him by saying, "It's bothering me, so I am just gonna fix it for ya." She reached for his collar and straightened it out as well as his tie and knelt down, tied one of his shoelaces that had come undone. She stood up and took a deep breath. "There. Looks much better," she said before reaching for his suit jacket and wiping off some dust; while she was doing this, she continued, "it's going to be okay, just remember, for as long as you stay true to yourself, then nothing can stop you." She stepped back, turned around, and walked through the same double doors she always pushed and pulled. She wondered what was going on with the stranger. She learned to never expect anything from anyone, especially from a stranger, and it wasn't that she was upset by the absence of the 'I'm sorry,' and 'Are you okay?' He just looked bothered. It was written all over his face. It looked like he was nervous about something. She was walking back to her apartment when she thought about what she would wear. She always struggled to pick something to wear; she usually prepares the night before just so she wouldn't have to waste so much time the next morning, having already taken too much time showering and getting ready, to begin with. She refused to buy a car, so the only sensible solution was to live in an area where everything was within walking distance. Although she had to walk 30 minutes every day to get to the shopping center area, she didn't mind it given the saving, unlike living near the shopping centers. When she opened the door, her cat came running towards her and hugged her. She wondered what she would do without her cat, the only affectionate creature in her life. When it finally got down, it meowed. Wondering why she walked by the kitchen to get to her room, and that's when she saw that there was no food on the cat's bowl. "I guess it's a good thing that I got coffee poured all over me, huh?!" she said out loud, letting out a short chuckle. She put some food, poured some water for the cat, and went to her bedroom. She took off her clothes and put them in the laundry basket before heading for the shower. She sang and danced in the shower like she always did, and after getting herself ready, she wondered if she should go back to the cafe, but she decided against it. She figured that it was about time she changed scenery. She took her backpack and headed towards the door. She locked the door behind her and took the stairs. When she got out of the building, she googled hiking trails near her and found the nearest one an hour away. Following the directions, she took the bus and headed to the hiking trail. She wasn't planning on hiking, but when she got there, she took a moment and enjoyed the view from downstairs and so she went on to climb the mountain. Her backpack was getting heavier and heavier the further up the mountain she got when she finally made it; she pats herself on the head. She found the least crowded part and took off her backpack before taking a seat on the ground. She withdrew her laptop from her bag and turned it on. As she waited for the laptop to boot up, she looked around while the sun rose from behind the mass of trees. She inhaled deeply, then out and smiled. She was glad that she had come here. She connected her phone with her laptop so she could use the wifi and started typing. God knows how many times she wrote and rewrote the story. And as she got immersed into what she was writing, the thought of the stranger was long forgotten. It was as if it never happened. Waking up the next morning, she felt delighted. It was a day she had been waiting for for quite some time now. She was going to Korea for a month. Going through her usual routine, she sang as she went. Taking the bus to the airport, she wondered if she should have taken a taxi instead. Maybe it wouldn't be as bothersome on the bus. Everyone was looking at her and her luggage. She didn't mind the attention, but she had to move every so often when someone got on the bus or went out. When she finally made it to the airport and through the security system, she took a deep breath as she sat down. She was suddenly so nervous. She had traveled before but never to a country that she knew very little about culturally as well as language. She could understand a conversation like the one she heard when getting off the plane, some girls were talking about her, and she had watched enough Korean dramas to know that it was normal. She read the signs to go pick up her luggage, and when she finally stood by the luggage dispenser, she began taping her foot.

"First time in Korea?" A man beside her asked. He had a thick accent. She turned around and shook her head yes as a smile spread across her face. It was times like these that she appreciated her dark skin tone; the man was handsome. He had a sense of fashion, and his deep voice made her blush. She turned to look back at her foot that stopped tapping. She had AirPods on that were playing some music. Music always calmed her down, but today it seemed that the same music she depended on whenever she needed calming was failing her. "You shy?!" Came the same voice, but this time with a light chuckle. She turned to face him again to find him smiling at her. She smiled back with a frown; this was not what she saw on the movies or tv shows, a Korean man being nice for no reason, but she had to mentally slap herself to not be judgmental. She looked down at her wrist, and she shook her head, she hadn't changed her watch to the correct time zone yet, and as she went to pull her phone, the stranger spoke again, "it's almost 9 pm. I'm sure you are hungry. Do you want to grab something to eat? I know a great place near here." She turned around to face him, and this time, her entire body was facing him, and he mimicked what she did. "Thank you so much for the offer, but I am going to have to pass on it. I have to go check-in to the place where I'll be staying, and you are such a good-looking man who I can only assume that you have someone at home, so I'm just going to go. Thank you." She turned around and picked up her back off the baggage carousel. She rolled it outside the airport, and she stopped outside the airport, enjoying the sight. Again, she was glad that she changed the environment as she took a deep breath. "So you think I'm handsome?" Spoke that deep voice. She turned her head towards him and shook her head with a smile, shyly she looked down at his hands, but there was no luggage next to him. She frowned. "I've got a backpack, I don't carry much when I travel, and if it's any con... cons.... well. I think you are very sexy, very and stop frowning, you look better when you smile. Where are you going?" He asked.

"Busan." She said, and the man took on a look of shock before starting to laugh. Without knowing what was so funny, she laughed along with him. "Ha ha ha, why are we laughing?" she managed to ask. The man was hysterical. When he calmed down, he said, "you are four to five hours away from Busan. You are in Seoul!" This time it was her turn to look shocked before she started laughing as well. But soon, her face took on a sad expression, as if she was going to cry. She turned around, facing the other way, and walked a few steps away from the man and her luggage before pounding her feet on the floor as if a kid throwing a tantrum. She went back to where the man was still standing and looking up at him; he had the biggest smile she had ever seen on a man. A genuine smile, she couldn't help but reciprocate. She sighed and pouted, sticking her bottom lip out. "I can accompany you there." He spoke up, and she looked at him as if he was crazy, "and why would you do that?"

"It's not every day that I get to meet a sexy woman, let alone talk to her. I like talking to you." She was flabbergasted with a smile on his face. "You have no filter, do you?!"

"If I had that, then I wouldn't enjoy the face you are making right now, would I?"

"I thought Koreans were more reserved?"

"I am; we are an hour in, and you are bringing out a side of me I didn't know existed." Her mouth was hanging open as she shook her head. As shocking as it was, she found it very sexy. She looked down, wiped her face, and looked back at him. "Do you know where the train station is?" she asked. He nodded yes and reached for her luggage before walking towards the train station. The walk there was silent, he didn't ask any questions, but he had a smile on his face the entire time. She wondered if he was one of those guys that waited for foreigners at the airport and forced to have s*x with him as a fetish. She heard that something like that did exist. She shook her head, "stop it!" She said under her breath. "Ne?!" Came his voice. "Any," she said as she looked up at him. Getting on the train and finding their seat, she was inquisitive about whether she was doing the right thing. "What are you thinking about?" He spoke up from beside her. She leaned her head against the window and said, "that may be the only reason you are helping me is that you expect s*x in return."

"I do not expect s*x in return, but I am thinking about having s*x with you.”

"Don't you think you are going through a whole lot of trouble just for a one-night stand?"

"Might be so, but I am sure that it would be worth it." And the rest of the train ride was consumed with silence. She watched as he closed his eyes and let out small snoring sounds. She had always wanted to know what it would be like to date a foreign guy, but as handsome and as hot as he looked, she didn't want to start anything seeing that she was only there for a month and even so, he doesn't live at the place where she would be staying. When 3am came around, She was standing in front of the apartment where she was supposed to be staying. She knocked once, and no one came to the door, but someone angrily opened the door after a few more knocks. "Mo!" came the booming noise from the guy that opened the door. "나는 당신이 기대하는 손님입니다 [I am the guest you are expecting]" she spoke in Hangul. "Mo!" The guy repeated again. "나는 누구를 기대하지 않는다!!! [I am not expecting anyone]" The guy almost shouted and just like in the show 'Record of Youth' she realized that she was scammed. "미안ㅎ[I'm sorry]" she said and bowed. She went back downstairs like a little child; she pounded her feet on the ground cursing the world away. She let out a loud scream and then took a deep breath. "Think, think, think!" And thinking she did. She had decided that the police station was the safest place she could be; hence the bad guys always stopped chasing someone when they got to the police station. What was she going to say? She hadn't thought that far, but for now, she needed some rest. The phone she had in her hand wasn't working because she hadn't changed the services. It was still on American services. It was dark, but when she turned a corner from the dark alley, she came to a brightly lit street, and she hadn't been that grateful to see lights before. After sitting at the bus station for a few minutes, a car stopped in front of her. She watched as the same stranger that helped her get there stepped out of the car. "What happened?" He asked with a concerned look on his face. She smiled. She wasn't happy to see him, no, but she was happy to see a familiar face. They had part ways when they got to the apartment building. Not knowing that she would see him just an hour after thinking that they wouldn't see each other again. "I got scammed," she said with a tiring smile. She was worn out, she had quite a long day, and she wanted nothing more than to hit the bed and go to sleep. He took her luggage and opened the trunk. He then held open the door for her to enter the car. She still wasn't sure whether to trust him or not, but one thing that she knew so far was that he wasn't a bad person, at least not yet. She went to stand up, but she lost her balance and almost fell down but just like in the movies, he caught her. She smiled at him as she thanked him. Getting in the car was the last thing she remembered. She tried to keep her eyes open, but she was too tired to even do so. Waking up the next morning, she found herself in a decent size room that was as bright as the morning sun could get. She hated bright lights right when she woke up. She looked to the left, and there was that hot stranger, shirtless. She looked under the covers and realized that she still had clothes she had from the day before. She smelled herself and found that although it was distinct, she still had a bad smell. She got off the bed and opened the bedroom door. The apartment was a bit small, not crumped up but a bit small. She rummaged through the kitchen and managed to make breakfast for two, and right on the cue, the bedroom door opened as she was finishing upsetting the table. She looked up, and she was met with a shirtless, ripped but just the amount she liked with black silk bottoms on man. She swallowed the saliva that was suddenly collected in her mouth. She looked away to distract herself and went back to the sink to wash the dishes that she cooked with. They made small talk as they were eating, and she blushed at the surprise face he made upon tasting the food. He liked it. When they were done eating, she washed the dishes and put them back where she found them after drying them. She went to where he was still seated, at the table, but he turned his chair, so it was facing away from the table and towards the kitchen because he was watching her. She came close to him and put her hands on his shoulder. "What are you doing?" He asked with a surprised look on his face. "Oh s**t! Shower, I need a shower first," she said and ran back to the bedroom, and 20 minutes later, she emerged back from the bedroom once again. "Okay, I think I am ready now."

"Ready for what?!" He asked as he sat up straight on the chair.

"To repay you, you know, s*x in return." She said as she ran her hands down his chest.

"Oh no!"

"No? So now you don't want to have s*x with me?" She asked, almost hurt.

"No! no... I want to, and smelling my smell on you really turns me on, but I do not want you to have s*x with me because you have to. I want you to have s*x with me because you want to." He said, wrapping his arms around her waist and slowly squeezing her sides. She let out a soft breath, and there was no denying the s****l tension. They looked each other in the eyes, searching, seeking for permission of something, and when she found herself zeroing on his lips, she stepped away. "So if you don't want s*x, then what do you want? And before you say money..."

"Your company, stay with me for the remainder of the time you are supposed to stay here." He spoke up and got on his feet.

"That's a long time," she said and scratched the back of her head.

"I don't mind spending a long time with you," he said with a smirk. She smiled and shook her head. She sighed. "You have to go back to Seoul, and I have to find a place to stay.”

"I can stay here with you."

"So you just go around and spend time with foreign girls?" He laughed at the comment.

"No, I just want to spend time with you, and maybe you might actually want to have s*x with me."

"Ah! of course, s*x!" she let out a fake smile.

"That's not what I meant. I thought it was going to sound sexier than it sounded," he smiled shyly.

The next day...

"Oh, the things you make me think about..." he let the sentence linger as he whispered against her ear. She was drinking water by the sink when he came from behind her and placed his right hand upon her waist. She tilted her head to the side, which left her neck exposed.

"You know, overthinking is not good for you. Sometimes you just got to do it," she whispered as she leaned back her head on his shoulder. She felt him retreat, but she was quick to put her hand on top of his. "Just like this," she said and guided his hand slowly across her body to her chest. She arched her back and pushed her ass against his groin area. "f**k," he said under his breath. She continued his hand on her breast and squeezed it. "I like that," she said softly. She took her hand off his and placed it behind his head. He bent his head and put his lips on her neck before he started sucking on the sensitive skin that resulted in her letting out a soft moan. He hesitantly placed his hand below her belly button and to the side, close to her p***y. "If you are going to touch me, then touch me like you are craving for it or don't touch me at all," she said and picked up the mug that she placed on the side of the sink and rinsed it. She moved away from him and headed to the bedroom. When she emerged back to the living room, she was fully dressed and ready to go out. He tried to say something, but she put on her shoes, and without looking at him, she said aloud, "goodbye," and closed the door behind her. When she came back that evening, he was in the kitchen shirtless, and it was a site that she shamelessly admired. He was moving around the kitchen, and by the smell of it, he was making something delicious. He walked up to her and directed her to the table before pulling out a chair for her to sit. She was dazzled by the gesture. She watched as he placed plates and the food on the table. And with fascination, she watched as he took a seat and started to eat. For the first few minutes, she just stared. There sat a man that that morning couldn't even touch her, yet he sat across her shirtless with all of his glory. "Do I make you feel uncomfortable like this?" He asked as he pointed at himself. With dreamy eyes, she smiled and shook her head no. They ate in silence while s****l glances were thrown here and there. When they were done eating, she was the first to get off the chair and pick up the dishes. "It's only fair that I clean after you cook," she said softly when he went to stop her. When she turned around after finishing with the dishes, she was face to face with the stranger leaning against the kitchen counter. She looked him up and down while licking her lips, and with a tilt of the head, she closed her eyes as if to rid herself of the dirty thoughts. When she opened her eyes, he had taken a step closer to her, and he was only an inch away from her. "Now, with the look like that, it gets my heart racing because it makes me wonder what you are thinking."

"I do not think you want to know what I am thinking. You have a good talk. I doubt you could walk it."

"Do you doubt me?" he said lowly as he leaned his head forward, now their lips inches away from touching. "It makes me want to prove myself to you." He finished. "Why don't you?" She asked, looking up at his lips while he was looking down at hers the entire time. "If I am going to f**k you, then I want to do it right," he paused and smiled when she looked taken aback. "I do not want you to forget me." He placed his right hand on the back of her neck and pulled her closer so their lips could connect. He sucked on her bottom lip, and he lightly grazed his teeth against her bottom lip as he pulled away. He kissed her cheek and made his way down to her neck. He traced his tongue along her neck, and when he found the sweet spot, he sucked on the tender surface gently. She let out a soft moan."What do you like?" He asked. "Huh?!" She said with a frown, confused, finding it hard to pay attention to what he was saying. "Do you like this?" he asked, and with the hand behind her neck, he moved it and grabbed on her hair before pulling her head back while looking at her lips. "Or this?" He spoke slowly and with a low tone as he moved his hand to her neck wrapped his hand around it, and squeezed gently but with just proper pressure. She took a deep breath when she felt her heart increase in beats. With his hand in her neck, he pressed his hips against her body, and he was rewarded with a low soft moan. "Or this?" he whispered. "I don't know, but they all felt good." She moaned out as she felt him pulling her even closer so she could feel his hard-on. Placing both of his hands around her waist, he lifted her up, turned around, and put her on the counter. "When was the last time you had s*x?" He asked out of curiosity, but instead, she frowned. He could sense that he was starting to lose her when he spoke up again. "Okay, we can explore each other's bodies. Let me know if you don't like anything. Okay?" He said and watched her face as he pressed his hand against her p***y. She shook her head yes and sucked in her tummy. He rubbed through the fabric that acted as a barrier to her p***y, and he watched as she bit her lip and closed her eyes."Eyes on me. I want to see you." He whispered with a deep voice. He reached for her t-shirt, but she stopped him and shook her head no. "Okay, that's fine." He said reassuringly and went to unbutton her pants. She stopped him again, but she got on all four on the counter and arched her back this time. She reached for his hands and placed them on the edge of the pants. "Oh f**k!" He let out as he pulled the pants down her thighs. He was met with a round juicy ass that he had been eyeing ever since they met. When the pants were off, he ran his hands on her ass and said, "you have a nice f*****g ass." She chuckled at the remark and pushed against his touch. He kissed the exposed skin, and with his teeth, he pulled the panties off her. He opened her ass cheeks and, with no shame, placed his nose on it before he took a deep breath. He could see the liquid substances coming out of her p***y, and he felt his pants tightening. He traced his finger from the middle of his ass down to her p***y slit. "So f*****g wet," he spoke when he was met with a loud moan. He turned her around, so her p***y was facing him now. She placed both of her hands on the edge of the counter and moved herself to the edge. Pulling him to her, she trailed her hands on his chest. She proceeded to unbuckle his belt, unzipping the pants very slowly, she looked up at him with hooded eyes, but before she could get off the counter, he bent down without warning, he placed his lips against her p***y, and she let out a loud gasp. He opened her legs wider, and using both his thumbs, he opened up her p***y further before he pressed his tongue against it. She threw her head back when she felt the intense pleasure that went through her back. He swiped his tongue up and down her slit repeatedly, and when she started to quiver, he used the tip of his tongue to massage her c**t as he moved it in a circular motion. She moved backward, and he followed suit, but this time, he put both of his hands around her waist, and with firm pressure, he held her in place as he sucked on her p***y and started to flick her c**t up and down repeatedly. "Oh f**k!" she moaned loudly as she brought her legs together and began to tremble. "f**k I'm gonna c*m!" She exclaimed. Grabbing a chunk full of hair at the back of his head and tugging at it, he groaned at the sensation. She lifted her hips up and reached her peak. He kept moaning in appreciation as she came undone on his mouth. For a couple of minutes, he didn't stop. When he finally pulled away, she was still shaking. He gathered her juices as he trailed his thumb up her p***y, which caused her to jerk forward and put his finger in his mouth. "Delicious doesn't quite explain it." He spoke softly with that deep voice of his. By now, she had her thighs pressed together. "What are you doing?" She asked as she pulled her head back when he leaned in towards her.