Chapter 75: Chapter 75

Ohm

I yanked my fingers out so fast Sunoo’s whole body jerked and he let out this sharp yelp that snapped me right out of whatever fog I’d been drowning in, and just like that the guilt crashed down so heavy I couldn’t even pretend anymore because what the actual fuck was I doing here, knuckles still wet, staring at the red handprints blooming on his ass while my brain screamed Ye Jun’s name like some broken record I couldn’t shut off.

“Forget it, just go,” I muttered, already turning away and snatching my wallet off the nightstand because if I looked at him one more second I was either gonna puke or start apologizing and neither of those options fit the asshole I was playing right now.

Sunoo scrambled up off the bed, face twisted, voice cracking with that mix of mad and hurt he always tried to hide behind attitude. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? You call me over, shove your fingers in like you own the place, moan some other dude’s name the whole time, and now ’just go’? Pay up, Ohm, triple like you promised, or I swear I’ll… ”

“Yeah yeah, triple, here,” I cut him off, shoving a thick wad of bills at his chest without even counting because counting would mean thinking and thinking was the last thing I needed. “Extra for the bitching too. Door’s right there. Don’t let it hit your ass on the way out the one I just left marks all over, by the way.”

He snatched the money, eyes flashing, and for a second I thought he was gonna swing at me. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that? I show up every time you snap your fingers, take your cash, let you pretend I’m him, and you still treat me like trash. One day that precious Ye Jun’s gonna see the real you and run the other way, watch.”

“Save the drama for someone who gives a shit,” I snapped back, voice low and mean because if I let it get soft I’d crack. “You knew the deal from day one. Take the money and bounce. We’re done here.”

He yanked his clothes on, muttering curses under his breath the whole time “selfish prick, obsessed freak, hope your dick falls off” and slammed the door so hard the walls shook. I stood there in the sudden quiet, dick soft and sticky, cum still drying on my thigh, and the post-nut clarity hit like a slap I’d been begging for. My chest squeezed tight, that gross heavy feeling crawling up my throat, because yeah, I’d just used him again, paid him to be a stand-in, and the second the fantasy slipped I bailed like a coward.

I didn’t even bother cleaning up right away. Just grabbed my phone and flopped back on the bed, scrolling mindlessly because if I stopped moving I’d have to admit how pathetic I was. The screen lit up with random shit cars, watches, stupid gadgets and my thumb froze on a fancy SUV ad. What the hell do you even buy for the guy who pulled you out of hell in high school, the one who makes your brain short-circuit every time he laughs, the one you just jerked off to while finger-fucking somebody else? Flowers? Lame. New phone? He’d laugh and call it extra. But a car… yeah, that was stupid enough to maybe work. Something safe, something fast, something that said “I’d do anything for you” without actually saying it because saying it would ruin everything.

I spent the next hour deep in that rabbit hole, muttering to myself the whole time like a lunatic. “This model’s too flashy, he’d think I’m showing off my rich Thai prince money… but this one, matte black, good safety rating, he could drive it home without worrying about those shortcuts he takes at night… shit, what if he asks why? ’Oh hey Ye Jun, remember when I almost died in school and you saved my ass so here’s a car because I’m secretly in love with you and also a creep who calls escorts’? Yeah, that’ll go over great.” I laughed at myself, short and bitter, because the only other option was crying and I wasn’t doing that tonight.

By the time I finally dragged myself to the shower the water was ice-cold on purpose. I stood under it till my teeth chattered and my skin went numb, just letting it pound on my back while my brain kept replaying those red marks on Sunoo’s ass, how they’d looked under the lamp, how they weren’t on Ye Jun, how nothing I did ever landed on the right person. “You’re disgusting,” I whispered to the tiles, voice cracking because the sadness snuck in right after the sarcasm ran out. “He thinks you’re his teddy bear, his safe buddy, and you’re out here paying guys to wear his face in your head. What kind of friend does that? What kind of alpha? Fuck.” The cold stung my eyes but I stayed till the water felt like needles because at least pain was something real, something I deserved.

I didn’t sleep much after that. Just lay there staring at the ceiling, phone still open to car sites, until the sun came up and I decided screw it, I was doing this. One click, one call to the dealership, one “rush delivery to the family mansion” later and I was in my own ride heading over, heart hammering so loud I could hear it over the engine.

I pulled up to the mansion and killed the engine, already sweating even though the AC was blasting, because I’d timed it for the delivery guy to show up around the same time, surprise, right? but when I stepped out there were two big cars parked right in front of the house. One was mine, the sleek black one I’d driven here, and the other was this shiny new SUV with the dealer plates still on. Some random guy in a suit was standing there holding a key fob, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.

Before I could even open my mouth Ye Jun came bursting out the front door, hair still messy from sleep, wearing those old sweats that made his ass look way too good, and he stopped dead when he saw the two cars. “What the… Ohm? Teddy bear? You here already? And whose car is that? Wait, two cars? Did I miss something?”

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