I sat outside the room for twenty minutes, waiting for Jun-ho to let me in. I listened carefully to every sound coming from inside.
There was a girl in the room with Jun-ho; I didn't know her name. I didn't even know what she looked like. I caught a glimpse of her hair—it was black as tar.
I could hear her moaning, the bed creaking and hitting the wall. Jun-ho's mother wouldn't be back until morning, which is why he invited someone over. Sometimes I regret that we share a room. We have two beds practically next to each other, just on opposite sides of the walls.
Yet sometimes, I have thoughts… about watching him make love to someone, seeing him grab her hair with his muscular hands and watching the sweat run from his chest all the way down.
I often even imagine… that it's me he's doing this to. I want to be his submissive, his so-called little pet. I want to be dominated by him. I would love him with all my heart.
I want him to do all those strange things to me. I'd agree to anything, as long as he chooses me and no one else.
My penis stiffened just thinking about it. I thought about touching myself, but decided to hold back. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, imagining him touching me, laying me on the bed, pulling off my underwear, and me almost coming just from looking at him.
The door opened.
I snapped out of my fantasies, and the girl—whom I saw for the first time—came out. She didn't notice me, which I considered a plus.
Jun-ho came out too, wearing only black tight underwear.
He looked at me and said,
"How long have you been waiting here?"
He says it every time. That one sentence: "How long have you been waiting here?"
I blinked, saying nothing, my eyes following almost his entire naked body. He rolled his eyes and kicked me in the thigh. It wasn't hard or painful. I barely noticed it. He passed by me, and I didn't take my eyes off him.