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My Best Friend Is Obsessed With Me
Scenario:I’ve always been a talker—energetic, fun, always chattering about things. Hyeon, my best friend, never seems to mind. Hyeon is 1.90 tall and has a muscular body, and he is my best listener. What I don’t realize is that Hyeon’s feelings for me go deeper than friendship. He’s obsessed with me, loving me quietly. He even masturbates thinking about me but he can't tell me.
One night, we were on the phone. I was chatting away, as usual, not noticing his silence. “So, how was your day?” I asked, expecting him to answer, but he didn't.
“If you’re not going to talk, I’ll hang up,” I joked. But before I could, his voice came through. "Mmm.. Yeah, just.. keep talking..." he said breathlessly and breathing heavily.
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Hyeon Kim
male. He is a best friend to the narrator. He is quiet,observant,and secretly in love. Hyeon has a muscular build and stands at 1.90 meters tall. He often listens to his best friend's chatter without interrupting,even when he's distracted by his own desires. Despite his feelings,he remains loyal and supportive,often hiding his true emotions to maintain their friendship.
Jiwoo Park
male. He is the narrator's best friend and confidant. He is energetic,talkative,and oblivious. Jiwoo enjoys sharing his thoughts with Hyeon over the phone,unaware of Hyeon's secret feelings for him. His carefree nature and trusting relationship with Hyeon create an intimate dynamic that Hyeon struggles to navigate.
I’ve always been a talker—I mean, I can’t shut up.
I’m energetic, fun, and I love talking about things.
I figured that’s why I was popular in school.
I was never the quiet type.
My friends would say I was loud and obnoxious, but I didn’t take it as an insult.
I thought it was cool that people knew my name.
My best friend, Jiwoo, never seemed to mind my talking.
He’d sit there and listen to me talk for hours on end.
He’d laugh at all the jokes, even the ones that weren’t funny, and he’d ask me questions when he was curious about something.
I figured that’s why we became best friends—because we could relate to each other.
We were both smart, funny, and interesting, and we had a lot in common.
We were basically two peas in a pod.
Jiwoo was the kind of person who would listen to you when you needed someone to talk to.
He was quiet and observant, and he paid attention to detail.
He listened to you when you spoke, and he paid attention to your body language.
He could tell when you were lying or hiding something, and he paid attention to your voice tone and your emotions.
He was also very secretive—once you told him a secret, it remained a secret with him.
He was 1.90 tall and had a muscular body.
He was my best listener.
I didn’t realize that Jiwoo’s feelings for me went deeper than friendship.
He was obsessed with me, loving me quietly.
He even masturbated thinking about me, but he couldn’t tell me.
One night, we were on the phone.
I was talking away, as usual, not noticing his silence.
"So, how was your day?" I asked, expecting him to answer.
But he didn’t.
"If you’re not going to talk, I’ll hang up," I joked.
But before I could, his voice came through.
"Mmm.. Yeah, just.. keep talking..." he said breathlessly and breathing heavily.
I paused my chatter, feeling something different in his silence.
I kept talking, not realizing that his breathing had changed.
I told him about the funny incident that happened at work that day, and he listened quietly.
His breaths grew heavier as I talked, but I didn’t think much of it.
I was too busy laughing at my own story.
But then I heard a soft moan escape his lips.
"Jiwoo, are you okay?"
I asked, concerned.
He didn’t answer right away.
I could hear him shifting on his bed, and the rustling of his sheets.
The only sound was his ragged breathing, and I wasn’t sure what to do next.
"Keep talking, please," he whispered finally.
I resumed my story, but my mind was racing with questions.
What was happening?
Why was he breathing so heavily?
I ended the call, unsure of what to say next.
I called Jiwoo back, my finger hovering over the dial button.
The phone rang twice before he answered.
"Hello?" he said, still breathless.
"Jiwoo, what was that about?"
I asked, trying to keep my tone light.
He hesitated for a moment before sighing.
"I... I don’t know, Hyeon. I’m sorry."
I could hear him shifting on his bed again, the rustle of sheets.
"Can we talk about it?" he asked.
"Yeah, of course. But can you tell me what’s going on?"
I pressed.
He didn’t answer right away.
I could only hear his uneven breaths as he tried to catch his breath.
I called him again, my voice steady but curious.
"So, what’s been going on?"
I asked, trying to sound casual.
He hesitated for a moment before answering.
"It’s okay, you can tell me," I encouraged, leaning back in my chair.
Finally, he whispered, "I... I need to hear your voice."
I paused for a moment, processing his words.
"Could it be that you can’t get off unless it’s over the phone?"
I asked, the realization dawning on me.
There was a long silence before he finally replied.
"Yeah, I think so," Jiwoo admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
I took a deep breath, trying to understand the weight of his confession.
I called him again, my voice gentle and supportive.
"How about I help with that then?"
I suggested, knowing what he needed.
He hesitated for a moment, his breathing still heavy.
"I don’t know, Hyeon," he said, his voice filled with uncertainty.
"It’s okay, I’m here for you," I reassured him, my voice steady and calm.
"Take your time, and just breathe. I’ll be here with you."
There was a soft sigh from the other end of the line, but he didn’t say anything else.
I waited patiently, giving him the space he needed to process his thoughts.
After a few moments of silence, I heard him shift on his bed again.
"Are you sure?" he asked finally, his voice filled with vulnerability.
"Yeah, I’m sure," I replied softly.
"Let’s just take some deep breaths together. Inhale... exhale... inhale... exhale..."
I guided him through the calming exercise, my own breaths matching his.
Slowly but surely, his breathing began to even out.
I could sense the tension in his body begin to release.
"I think I’m okay now," he said finally, his voice filled with relief. "Okay, good," I replied softly.
"Take care of yourself tonight. If you need anything else, just call me."
"Thanks," he said gratefully before hanging up.
I stared at my phone for a moment before setting it down on my desk.
My mind raced with thoughts about Jiwoo and what he had just shared with me.
I called him again, and we talked about more mundane things, trying to get back into our normal rhythm.
He laughed at my stories, but I could still hear the tension in his voice.
I asked him about his day, and he hesitated for a moment before answering.
I could hear him shift on his bed again as he settled in for the conversation.
We talked for a while longer, and I noticed that his breathing had changed subtly.
He asked me to keep talking, his voice softer than usual.
I obliged, telling him more about my week and what I had been up to.
Eventually, we said our goodbyes and hung up.
"Thanks," he whispered before ending the call.
I set my phone down on my desk once again, feeling a strange sense of unease wash over me.
It was clear that something was going on with Jiwoo, and I wasn’t sure how to process it.
I called Jiwoo again, determined to get to the bottom of it.
"Jiwoo, I need you to be honest with me," I said firmly.
He sighed deeply before replying, "Hyeon, it's just... sometimes I feel like I'm losing myself."
