Newlyweds

7:03 AM, Dining Room.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

The persistent vibration of the alarm stirred Seong-hyeon awake. He groggily reached for his phone, his hand fumbling around for a moment before realizing it wasn’t where he expected. He finally managed to grab it and turned off the alarm.

“Damn it, why am I so…”

As he tried to sit up, Seong-hyeon paused. Something felt off. An eerie sensation, like a faint itch at the back of his mind, nagged at him. Why did he feel this way? He furrowed his brow, trying to pinpoint the source of his discomfort.

I don’t know. Let me check the alarm first.

He casually glanced at the screen, and his eyes widened in shock.

“Wednesday?”

The date on the screen was wrong. Today should be Tuesday, not Wednesday.

“No, wait.”

That’s not right either. It should be Monday. Where did Monday go? Why is time… He frantically tried to recall the past few days, his eyes widening in realization.

‘My name. If you remember my name, Seong-hyeon, everything will unravel.’

Memories began to surface, like a thin veil being lifted layer by layer, revealing vivid colors beneath.

‘Do you know who I am?’

A tall man with a scar near his eye, smiling at Seong-hyeon…

‘Spread your ass for me.’

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Aaaahhh!”

Seong-hyeon screamed, his voice filled with a mix of rage and despair. He pounded the bed with his fists, but the man’s face remained etched in his mind. Veins bulged on the back of his hands as he gripped the sheets tightly.

“Pant, pant….”

Seong-hyeon gasped for breath, his body trembling with a mix of anger and fear. His mind, clouded by shame and disgust, refused to think rationally.

I’ll kill him.

He didn’t know the man’s name or where to find him, but he knew he had to kill him.

Seong-hyeon stumbled out of the bedroom, his legs shaking. He headed straight for the kitchen but paused mid-step.

Hanging on the wall was a new photo—Seong-hyeon, legs spread wide, smiling with the man’s cock in his mouth. The sight sent a chill down his spine.

A new photo.

When did this photo get taken? His gaze blurred as he stared blankly at the photo. Next to it hung another photo of Seong-hyeon touching his own chest, engaging in nipple play. Beside that photo was another, and next to that, a new one. Before he knew it, the entire wall of the living room was filled with photos of Yoon Seong-hyeon.

He hated messy walls, and his face scrunched up in disapproval, but Seong-hyeon soon resigned himself to the thought that there was nothing he could do. After all, these were photos taken by his beloved. Every photo had to be in a place where he could see them as soon as he entered the house.

Without sensing anything amiss, he moved towards the kitchen. Even in the modest home of a man living alone, there was at least one sharp knife prepared. First, he needed to find that knife…

Seong-hyeon, who had come to the kitchen to find a knife, involuntarily took a step back. Neatly arranged spoons and chopsticks, a large bowl filled with samgyetang, a plate with appetizing galbi, well-seasoned braised eggs, a tangy cucumber salad, and finely chopped seasoned glass noodles. Breakfast was prepared. All of Seong-hyeon’s favorite foods.

There’s no way his mother could have come and gone. As Seong-hyeon slowly blinked, a note on the dining table caught his eye. Hesitating for a moment, he slowly approached it. The handwriting on the note was unfamiliar.

The note fluttered down into the soup bowl. The dirty words blurred as water spread over them, erasing the letters. Forgetting the reason he had rushed to the kitchen in the first place, Seong-hyeon stepped back, one step at a time. Tired from taking dick all day… Tired from taking dick…

“Ugh!”

A wave of nausea hit him. Seong-hyeon rushed into the bathroom, covering his mouth. He leaned over the toilet and retched, but nothing came out except bitter bile. After dry heaving for a long time, Seong-hyeon lifted his head with great effort. His face, a mess of tears, snot, and drool, reflected in the mirror. And below that face…

“Hnng…”

Swollen nipples, teeth marks, a chest covered in bruises, and a neck marked with hickeys. His body was covered in traces he didn’t remember. Unable to believe that the reflection in the mirror was his own body, Seong-hyeon trembled as he touched himself with a shaky hand.

“Ah, hng…”

The moment his fingertips touched his chest, his legs gave way. Seong-hyeon nearly collapsed to the floor but felt something trickling down his thigh. With difficulty, he looked down and saw a milky white liquid running down his leg.

“Cum.”

Unaware of what he was saying, Seong-hyeon reached his hand back. His fingers, searching between his buttocks, found the white liquid that had trickled down his thigh.

“……What did I do yesterday?”

The sound of his body hitting the bathroom wall echoed around him. But there was no answer to Seong-hyeon’s question. Pale and shaken, he clutched his head.

“What did I do?!”

No matter how much he screamed or tore at his hair, he couldn’t remember anything. Each breath brought a sharp, tearing pain deep in his throat. Tears fell to the floor, mixing with the semen dripping from his hole, and disappeared down the drain.

Staring blankly at the scene, Seong-hyeon reached for the showerhead.

I can’t stay here.

This place is dangerous.

The home he once thought was safe was no longer a sanctuary for Seong-hyeon. The man knew the door lock code. He had to get out of there.

I need to go somewhere else…

To the office, I need to go to the office.

It will be safe there.