Painful Love

Chapter One (Part II)

"Oh, but we haven't even started yet," he whispered in her ear seductively and caressed her legs. When he reached her thighs, he placed his hand in between and again pushed her legs apart. He trailed his hand down to her p***y and rubbed on her c**t, which evoked a moan from her. She went to open her mouth, but she felt a finger go inside her at the same time. When it was all the way in, she arched her back, he curled his finger inside her; she threw her head back and let out a loud, "Ah!"

"Mmm, you are so tight," he whispered and kissed her neck. In and out, in and out, he slowly massaged the walls of her p***y. Pressing his head to hers, he kissed her as he slowly inserted the second finger in. He deepened the kiss as he increased the speed, pulling away. He curled his fingers once again as he went in and out. She placed his hands on top of his and, with heavy breath, said, "stop." He stopped, but his fingers were still inside her. "Does it hurt?" He asked, worried, and she shook her head no.

"I feel like I am going to pee." She whispered and looked down.

"That's a good thing," he said and resumed his pace and built it up slowly. He heard a water slap, kind of a sound, and it was music to his ears. She started to shake her head, but he gently lay her down on the counter; using his other hand to press underneath her belly button, he really picked up his pace. She let out a loud scream as she came, and there was liquid everywhere. She was shaking uncontrollably. He helped her into a sitting position, and he smiled as minutes went by and she was still shaking. "No need to be embarrassed. You just squirted. And it's f*****g sexy." He said with a satisfied smile. "Where are you going?" He asked when she went to dangle her legs off the counter.

"I have to clean." By now, he was standing in-between her legs. With one hand behind her neck and the other underneath her ass, he lifted her off the counter, and she involuntarily wrapped her legs around him. "우리는 내가 당신과 함께 완료 된 후 그렇게 할 것입니다 [We can do that when I'm done with you.]" He said, looking into her eyes, and she clenched her p***y. He walked to the couch, and as he sat down, she felt his erection through his boxers. She felt his hand against her p***y, but she had other plans. Taking both of his hands and lifting them up, so they were above his head, she leaned in and kissed him. She moved down to his jaw, neck and when she got to his chest, she made sure to be attentive to his n*****s. She smiled as his skin rippled when her tongue flickered his n****e. After a few minutes, she moved to the other side and did the same thing to the other one. She used her hand to explore his body. She would pinch his free n****e and then caress his chest. She kissed her way down to his chest, past the torso and the belly button as she slowly got off him and sat on the floor in-between his legs. She leaned back and caressed his thighs while she made eye contact with him. She traced her hands back up to his thighs, and when she reached the band of the boxers, she pulled his boxers down, and his c**k came springing open. "Oh wow!" That was the first thing she said.

"Oh wow?! Oh wow, you are disappointed, or oh wow, you approve?" He asked, not sure how to take her reaction.

"I approve. Very much so." She spoke as she wrapped her hands around his c**k.

He threw his head back and took in a deep breath. She started to stroke it up and down very slowly. Looking down at her, he watched as she leaned her head forward and wrapped her lips around his c**k. Fisting the edge of the sofa, he tried his best not to combust. She started to move her head up and down, and it was the most erotic this he had ever experienced. She sped up the speed mildly and brought her hand around his balls, and started to massage them, and the other one went up to pinch one of his n*****s.

"씨발 예! [f**k yeah!]." He breathed out. He threw his head back and closed his eyes when she sped up the speed once again. He placed his right hand on the back of her head and carefully guided her. She pulled away and licked his balls as her hand went back to massaging his c**k once again. He let out audible sounds when she sucked on them, and without warning, she wrapped her mouth around his c**k and sucked it all the way, and stayed still when she reached the base. "f**k I'm gonna c*m!" He shouted, and she took that as her cue to go back to bobbing her head up and down. She moaned around his c**k when she felt his body tense up, and that took him over the edge.

She got off the floor and went to the bathroom. When she came out of the bedroom, she was fully changed. She smiled at him as she walked past him and to the kitchen. As she was cleaning up, he walked up to the kitchen with his boxers back on. She stood up from the floor and handed him his pants and t-shirt.

"That's it?" He asked, confused.

"I find you extremely attractive, and you pleasured me in ways I never thought was possible, but despite the undeniable desire I have for you, that was a little too fast for me." She said shyly.

"Please don't...." he started saying, but she cut him off by taking a step towards him. "No, I don't. You are the first man in my life whose touch resulted in pleasure beyond my wild imaginations. I couldn't regret a second of it." She finished talking by placing her lips against his and pulling him in for a deep kiss. When they both pulled away, they were breathing heavily.

"f**k! I want you so bad." He spoke after a few seconds.

"Me too," she seconded it and walked out of the apartment.

She eventually managed to rent a place to stay, and although the stranger protested, she ended up winning. When he asked her when she would be leaving, she was pretty vague, something that he didn't take a liking to. He had to go back to Busan, so he spent as much time as possible with her for the next week. They saw different sites and tried other things that he never thought he would try. On one of their adventure together, they went to Gwangjang Market. She was holding her backpack by the hand-holder when she put back her wallet after she bought some food as they were waiting for it to be handed to them. Some asshole came and snatched it off her hands. "기다리다! [Wait!]" She shouted at the guy, but he kept running. With horror, he watched as she took off her shoes and started to run after the thief. It took him a minute to register what was happening before he began to run after her. She was getting further away, so he did the only thing that he thought would save time, he stole a bike. Getting closer to her, he had to come to a halt when he saw her tackle the thief to the ground. She took her bag and started hitting it with him as she cursed at him. She opened her backpack, pulled out her wallet, and handed him some cash when she was done. When the thief hesitated, she put her bag down, bent down and pulled his hand, and placed the money on his hand. Picking her bag back up, she turned around and started walking back to the market.

He knew that since she was a foreigner, there was a high probability that he would not see her again, and growing up, a relationship was not something he prioritized. He was so focused on the family business that the idea of dating, let alone marrying somebody, was out of the equation. He was the last of three in his family, and since his older brothers had already chosen a path in their life, it fell on him to make sure that the business kept going just in case something happened to their father. As they sat on the table, watching her get excited over the food placed before her, he knew that his father would definitely be against him even sitting this close to a person of her kind. But he was smitten. When the time came for them to part ways, she had escorted him to the train station. "I guess this is a goodbye," she said. He nodded his head yes. She bowed, and he mimicked what she did, 'for someone that wasn't born from Korea, she sure has good manners,' he thought to himself before she turned around and started to walk away. The loudspeaker was heard when there were three minutes left till the train departed. She stopped in her tracks and turned around. She walked back to him, and on her tiptoes, she placed her lips against his, and like an instinct, he wrapped his hands around her waist and deepened the kiss. It wasn't his first kiss by no means, but it sure felt like one. It was the most romantic thing one could do with a complete stranger. A one-minute warning came on, and she let go. "Thank you, I got to see a different side of Korea with you," she finished with a smile. He just stood there dumbfounded. She pushed him into the train and through the window; he watched as she waved at him. It was a love story that never began. For the rest of the time she was in Korea, she explored all of the tourist attractions. When the taxi stopped in front of the airport to board the airplane, the driver complimented how well she spoke Hangul. She couldn't help but smile.

Waking up the next day, she felt tired; she decided to sleep in but sleeping in wasn't something that she was accustomed to, and so when she woke up three hours after the time she usually did, she felt like she had cheated the day. Nonetheless, a lazy day she decided to have. She ordered some food to be delivered to her apartment and watched some Korean TV shows, and oh so happy and proud she felt when she realized that she was watching without subtitles. Needless to say, a day passed by very quickly. Hearing the birds chirp the following day, she felt home. She got back to her regular routine, locking the door behind her, she realized that Luggy, her cat, was missing, but before she could go into panic mode, she remembered that it was staying at her friend's house. She went to the cafe, and the cashier had the biggest smile. "Oh, Zarah!" she called out. She was surprised to see that she still remembered her name.

"Hi Becky!" she said back with a bow. She smiled after realizing what she had done. She was so accustomed to the tradition that she didn't mind keeping it. After ordering her hot chai latte, the cashier asked her to wait and preceded to go to the back; coming back, she had a business card in her hand. "Here, a man left this for you. He made me promise to give it to you." She looked at the card, and the name 'Marcellino Valerino' was written on the black card with metallic imprints, and below it was a handwritten phone number. She said "thank you" as she took the cup of tea from Becky and went to sit at her usual spot, the one she sat at before she left a month ago. Typing, she did, and the next thing she knew, it was already noon. Time to have lunch. As she passed by the garbage can, she looked at the card one last time before dropping it in the pile of trash inside the giant bin. She got scammed once; she sure didn't want to be scammed again. At least that's what she told herself. For the next two months, she was back on track, waking up at 5am in the morning, getting at the cafe at 7:05am, and by noon, she headed back home to make lunch. She picked up a book, learned a new language, and worked on her business till 8pm, where she found a light snack just to hold her till the next day, and by 10pm, she was getting ready for bed. She wasn't one to believe in routine, but she found that to organize her life, she needed one. Of course, the routine changed a few times per year, and to the extreme, she would take a trip to a place where she hadn't quite mastered the language yet and spend a month or so immersed in a new culture and learning about a whole different world from hers. She was a creature of habit, at least that's what she thought at the time.

As she was typing away, just like any other day, whether be it Monday or Sunday, she came to a halt because she couldn't think of the word. She tilted her head to the side, and when she finally got it, she went to type but stopped the moment her fingers hit the keyboard. She once again tilted her head to the side but with a frown this time. She leaned back on her chair and looked up only to be faced with the greenest eyes she had ever seen in her life. She was so shocked she jumped off her chair. "Why didn't you call me?" The man asked. Her frown deepened, and she wondered what he was talking about or whether he was one of those people with dementia, but then again, he was very well dressed and looked pretty young to have such a disease. "I heard you threw my card away." He went on. Card? She really tried to remember what he was talking about, but she came out empty. She looked at him and shook her head as if to say, "I ain't got a clue." The man bit his lip and took a deep breath before intertwining his hands together. She opened her lip ever so slightly and creased her eyebrows.

"I'm the coffee guy." He said, and looking back at her, he knew that she didn't get it. 'Where are your memories, woman!' he thought. "About three months ago, I poured coffee on you." Once again, there was no response. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and a smile spread across her face, and she leaned forward to place her hands on the keyboard, followed by key sounds. He gasped. He couldn't believe that she had just ignored him thoroughly after trying to explain himself. After a few seconds of more key sounds, she shut her laptop and pushed it forward. "Apologies, I was stuck in a bubble for a second there, but you said you are a coffee guy?" She asked, and he was caught by surprise. She was actually leaning forward with her hand crossed in front of her against the table. All he could do was nod his head; yes, she took a couple of minutes to process it, and without thinking, she said, "oh! the rude bastard." The shock was the first expression, and then a burst of laughter followed whole-hearted laughter. "Bastard," he repeated. "Is that why you didn't call me?"

"No."

"Then why didn't you call?"

"I do not go around calling strangers."

"I see..." "What is it that you want from me then?" She asked.

"I wanted to buy you dinner for an apology." This time it was her turn to laugh, a short sarcastic laugh.

"Don't you think an apology is long overdue?"

"No, this is the first time we meet each other again after the incident."

"Or you could've apologized right there and then. With all due respect, please don't waste my time. What's done is done, and there is no need to reminisce the past." She let out a fake smile pulled her laptop toward her and opened it. The guy was handsome, that much she could admit, but looks can be deceiving was an experience she had before, and as far as she was concerned, she had no interest in dating anyone, so what's the use of getting to know someone? She looked outside the window to the busy street, and she noticed something weird, there were men in black almost in a circle across the city, and from a far distance, she could see what looked like someone with a long gun, a sniper. It looked like they were pointing right at her. She frowned. She turned to the guy opposite her and asked, "Are you a bad person?"

"A bad...." Deep breath. " Just because I didn't..."

"No, I mean like, do you kill people for a living?" The man was taken aback that his whole seat moved back a bit. Given the expression, she knew that he wasn't. "So then why anyone would want you killed?" she asked as she saw one of the men's mouths move, and without thinking about it, she moved the table to the side, and the next thing she knew, she felt a sharp pain on her back. "The first time, it was a hot coffee, and this time it's a f*****g bullet," she whispered with a smile as she fell to the ground. Screams were heard, and chaos broke through. Everyone in the restaurant was rushing out as the sound of shattering glass was heard. As the man was shouting for her to keep her eyes open, she felt the time slow down, her life passed before her eyes, and she couldn't help but smile. She only had two more things left she wanted to do before she parted this world, one was fall madly in love with someone, and the other one was saved someone's life, and she had just done that. Although she didn't get to accomplish the love she wanted with a complete stranger, she had no regrets. As she felt lifted up and placed on the stretcher, the last face she thought about was that of a Korean guy, and then only then did she realize that she didn't even know his name.

Before she could open her eyes, she heard voices whisper-shouting, she tried to recognize the two-deep voices, but she came out empty. Opening her eyes, she was met with a bright light, and she shut them as soon as she opened them. The conversation went on without anyone noticing that she was trying to wake up, she went to speak, but her throat felt parched. Looking to the side, one of the men was standing close to the bed, and she reached out for his hand. The man turned around with wide eyes and a look of concern on his face. She smiled as if to reassure him that everything was going to be okay. She wasn't sure if she knew him or not, but he did look a tad bit familiar. In a second, the doctors were rushing in to check her, and when she was asked questions, she could not respond, not because she didn't want to but because she couldn't. Every time she opened her mouth, she could only move it, but no sounds were coming out, and combine that with the fact that she didn't even know why she was in the hospital in the fast place, she felt her walls caving in. 'When was the last time I had a panic attack?' She thought to herself as she began to struggle to breathe. The man whose hand she reached for took a step closer by the bed and gently placed his hand on her head, and with a gently thick accent, he said, "scream." She looked at him with tears streaming down her eyes, a look of distress was written all over her face, and she shook her head. The doctors had called for more help, but the man stopped them as they approached the woman lying on the bed. "Come on, Zaraphinah, scream..." she was shaking her head no feverishly, and he responded by shaking his yes, "just try it." He said gently. 'How can he be so calm,' she thought as she tried to scream, but nothing came out. She felt her heart squeeze in, and her lungs felt like no air was left inside them. Pulling the rails on her bed down, he sat next to her. "How about we do it together," he said. The doctor said something about not screaming since other patients needed their rest, but the man seemed to care less. "Three, two, one," and a loud scream of two people followed. Her face turned to that of pure joy, and again she screamed. She laughed this time with happy tears. Her bed was put up a little bit, but she couldn't when she went to sit up. "Miss Queen, you are unable to sit up right now. You have lost your movement on your lower body," the doctor spoke up.

"Temporarily," the man said. She found the man's voice to be quite soothing. They asked everyone to leave the room, and some tests were done on her. She was disappointed to find that she had lost her memories. The doctor had told her that it might be permanent or temporary; they weren't so sure. Regardless though, she was grateful that she at least got her voice back. For the next few weeks, the two men, both with accents one thicker than the other, never missed a day to come and see her. One would bring gifts and flowers, she found out that she didn't like flowers, but she didn't tell him that, and the other would bring her meals for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It's infrequent that she wakes up, and the man who often gets her food wouldn't be in the room with her. She wondered if she had parents or relatives. The only people she had seen were the two men she was looking at right now, both sleeping. They looked so peaceful; unlike when they were awake, they looked like beasts. They didn't seem to get along with each other, and she wondered why. One looked Asian, and the other seemed to be Italian. She heard both of them speak foreign languages, and she was surprised to find that she could understand a little bit of both languages. She was pretty impressed. "The doctors see so much progress, and they think that you might be able to go home soon," the thick accented man spoke, but she sensed that there was more to what he was trying to say by the look of nervousness on his face and by the way he was scratching the back of his head. She nodded her head to encourage him to go on. "I know that this is your home, but I have to go back to Korea, and I wanted you to come with me, up till you get better."

"f*****g Korea! Seriously!" The Italian accent really came out. "You want her to move to the other side of the world because of your pleasure?"

"Well..." he turned to the Italian guy, "We haven't seen any family come and check on her, so I am just assuming that she is by herself. Who is going to take care of her here then." And without skipping a beat, the Italian guy retorted by saying, "Me, of course!"

"The same guy that almost got her killed?" He turned to her and stood up and with his hands on his hips he said, "왜 그와 같은 놈을 위해 총알을 가져가야 하는가? [Why why why did you take a bullet for a bastard like him]" He said, pointing the finger at the other guy. She looked at him dumbfounded. "What the f**k did he say? Hey!" The other guy came closer to both of them from across the room and continued, "English! The f**k did you say?!" It was like watching two kids stuck in a grown man's body fight. They went back and forth, one speaking Korean and the other Italian. It was amazing to watch. Both had intensity, but the tone of their voice was quite different. "Don't I have a say in this?" she spoke for the first time since the day she woke up. Both men turned to look at her but answered, she didn't get it.

It was difficult at the beginning for her to get used to the wheelchair, but she managed. Both men presented her with a helper inside the apartment, but she refused all 23 of them that she was introduced to. She argued that she was still young, and as much as she needed help, she needed to learn how to be independent more. Since she refused the support, the two men were the only ones that came in and out of her apartment. Today though, the Asian man was in her kitchen cooking. He wanted to cook her something good before he flew back to his homeland the next day. After setting the table and the two of them were settled in their seats, she asked the question that she was most embarrassed about. She knew the other guy as Marce, but she didn't know him, and she tried to remember if he had told her before, but she couldn't remember anything. "I seem not to remember your name. What is your name?" she asked shyly. He cleared his throat and let out a soft chuckle. "I don't think if I have ever told you my name, and yet I feel like I know you so well," he said, looking at her. She wondered how long they had known each other, but one thing was for sure was that they did seem to have had a fantastic relationship. She asked if she had dated either of the men, but she couldn't bring herself to ask such a question, but if she did, then she has definitely outdone herself, at least that's what she thought.

"Ha-Nuel," he said. "I like it. Sounds soothing, Ha-Nuel," she finished. He straightened his posture and picked back up his chopsticks. They talked about the little things and the big things. They spoke of their dreams and fears. It was like she had found an old friend, a friend that though she hadn't seen in a while, she still had a bond with. It was as if nothing changed, and they picked up right where they left off. After clearing the dishes, they moved to the living room, where they sat opposite each other. "I do not want to say goodbye. The last time I said goodbye, I thought I'd never see you again." He spoke up.

"How did you find me then?"

"The shooting was pretty big news, so that's how I found you. I didn't even know your name either, but I saw your picture."

"Were we lovers?!" The moment those words left her mouth, she felt embarrassed.

"No, we were strangers with chemistry."

"What do you mean?" She was confused.

"The first time we met, I told you that I wanted to sleep with you, which is something you are not supposed to say to someone you want to sleep with but then again, it was something that I never thought I'd say to a girl let alone a girl I met at the airport." He chuckled as he looked down.

"Do you still want to sleep with me?" She asked.