aokigiri
Stories
1
Chapters
35
Words
70.6 K
Comments
2
Reading
5 h, 53 m
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“Ugh, ugh!” As Jae-an’s thighs stiffened and his hips trembled, viscous fluid dripped over the veined back of his hand. “Wow… you came a lot.” Jae-rim’s yellow eyes fixated on the semen coating his palm. Jae-an shoved him with newfound strength. Jae-rim, feigning compliance, leaned back into the sofa. Staggering up, Jae-an yanked up his pants. With each movement, teardrops teetering on his chin fell. “Hic, ugh…” Covering his eyes with his hand, he gasped. He didn’t…-
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Jae-an had been raped by Seo Jae-rim. The fact, carved like a tattoo, left him bedridden for a week. The gash on his forehead, bruises from being slammed to the ground, and the pain forced to take something foreign for the first time healed slowly over the week, but his mind didn’t. No, it withered further. Jae-rim’s footsteps sent his nerves to the edge, and his bold promise to “do it again often” chilled his hands and feet instantly. Tensing, he tracked Jae-rim’s every move, dreading…
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Jae-rim’s father left him in a small Seoul rental and went on a trip with Lee Han-yoon. Watching TV alone, Jae-rim froze at the late-night doorbell. His father had warned against opening the door to strangers while he was away. The persistent ringing stopped, followed by the sound of the door lock opening. If it were his father, he wouldn’t have rung the bell. As Jae-rim leapt to hide, a familiar voice called. “Jae-rim. Sorry for opening the door. You’re here.” It was a man who helped…
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The tutoring game, half-decided by threat, began as soon as Jae-an’s cold subsided. Lying dazed, watching TV, Jae-an jolted at the phone’s ring, rising from the sofa. Drawn to the relentless ringing, he stood before it but hesitated, hand frozen. What if it wasn’t Jae-rim? Still, he couldn’t let it ring out. After deliberating, he grabbed the receiver, his curled fingers gripping it tightly. “…Thought it might not be you.” Though his throat’s swelling had eased, his…
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"Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. 1 Peter 4:8" Lee Jae-an’s father, Lee Han-yoon ajussi, went to church. It seemed natural. Ajussi was kind, gentle, and looked innocent enough to believe in God. In contrast, my father seemed more suited to hell—cursing with every sentence, body covered in messy tattoos, acting crude and sleazy. Maybe because of ajussi’s faith, Jae-an’s house was filled with Christian items: a framed Bible verse, a…
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Twirling a pencil, Jae-rim grunted and stood up. A math problem had stumped him for thirty minutes. If it were impossibly hard, he’d have skipped it, but its near-solvable nature sparked his competitive streak.Stretching, he left his room for the living room. A serene Sunday morning stillness hung over the house, the TV murmuring low, but the sofa was empty. The kitchen and narrow hallway showed no sign of Lee Jae-an.Jae-an moved quietly, his actions subdued. Even on the sofa, where cushions or blankets…
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Tossing and turning, Jae-an’s eyelids fluttered, slowly opening. The window was dark; night had fallen. “Ah…” He must’ve dozed off, slumped sideways on the sofa. Sweat beaded on his feverish forehead. Rubbing his eyes, he froze, noticing a figure beside him. Jae-rim leaned against the sofa, flipping through the math workbook. The amber glow of indirect lighting softly illuminated his long fingers, twirling a mechanical pencil. “Awake?” The low voice pierced his ears, confirming…
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The next morning, Jae-an instinctively pulled the blanket up as a hand shook his shoulder. But the blanket slid down softly, cold air biting his neck, making him shrink. Groaning, his brow furrowed, a large hand touched his forehead. The chill woke him once; hearing a low mutter, “Fever’s worse,” chased away the rest of his sleep. Heavy eyelids lifted, revealing Jae-rim’s faint face. Dizziness blurred his focus. “We need to get ready to go, but your fever’s high. Can you shop for…
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After eating, Jae-an hesitated, unsure where to go, then cautiously sat on the sofa. Searching for something to cover himself, he grabbed a cushion and placed it over his lower abdomen. The ease of years spent treating this place like home had vanished; now, he moved awkwardly, constantly wary.Jae-rim, as usual post-meal, brewed coffee. For Jae-an, instead of coffee, he prepared doraji tea, adding ice to ensure it wasn’t too hot to swallow.Two cups sat side by side on the sofa table. As Jae-rim lifted…
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Pressing the accelerator, the car hurtled off a cliff, tumbling end over end. Jae-an’s body slammed against the interior like a ragdoll, yet no pain came. The car snagged on a tree, halting. Thick smoke filled the cabin.Despite the crash, he didn’t lose consciousness; instead, pain sharpened. Not from the impacts, but from his throat, unbearably tight. The seatbelt had wrapped around his neck, strangling him.Would he die in an accident, or by hanging? The trivial thought crossed his mind as he…
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