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MidReal Story
The Silent Obsession
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 Lee
male. He is a best friend to the narrator and harbors secret feelings for him. He is tall,muscular,and introverted. Hyeon struggles with his unrequited love,often fantasizing about his friend while masturbating. Despite his strong emotions,he remains silent about his feelings to avoid jeopardizing their friendship. His interactions with the narrator are filled with tension and longing,as he grapples with the complexity of his desires.
Jinwoo Kim
male. He is the narrator's best friend and the object of Hyeon's secret affections. He is outgoing,talkative,and unaware of Hyeon's feelings for him. Jinwoo values their friendship deeply and often shares his thoughts freely with Hyeon without realizing the impact on him. His carefree nature contrasts with Hyeon's introspective personality,highlighting the unspoken dynamics between them.
I’ve always been a talker—energetic, fun, even a bit chatty sometimes.
Hyeon, my best friend, never seems to mind.
He listens to me go on and on about anything and everything that pops into my head.
I can’t remember a time when he’s actually told me to shut up or shown any signs of annoyance with my constant talking.
He just sits there, listening with that little smile on his face.
Sometimes, I catch him staring at me.
Other times, I’m not so sure he’s looking at me at all.
But I’ve never really given it any thought.
I mean, Hyeon is my best friend… and that’s all he is to me.
I can’t say the same for him.
Hyeon is 1.90 tall and has a muscular body.
He is introverted and quiet.
But he is my best listener.
And he is the only one who knows me better than anyone else.
What I don’t realize is that he also has a secret that no one else knows.
He also has a secret desire for me.
A secret love that he can never tell me.
Because he is afraid that our friendship will not be the same after he tells me.
He is afraid that I will leave him once I knows his feelings for me.
So, he hides it deep within himself.
Even though, sometimes it shows on his face when he stares at 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.
"Jinwoo, there’s something I need to tell you," he said suddenly, breaking the silence.
His voice was low and strained, like he was wrestling with something inside himself that he couldn’t quite get out.
"What is it?"
I pressed gently, sensing that this was something big.
"I... I..."
He hesitated again, and I could almost feel the weight of his words hanging in the air between us.
Finally, he spoke.
"I've been in love with you for a long time, Jinwoo," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
There was a pause, and I felt my heart stop for a moment before racing uncontrollably.
"Hyeon, why didn't you ever tell me?" I asked softly, trying to process the unexpected revelation.
"I was afraid," he said, his voice softening.
"I didn't want to ruin our friendship."
"I never knew," I replied, my voice steady but thoughtful.
"I need to think about this," I said finally, weighing my words carefully.
The line went quiet again, and I could almost hear him thinking on the other end.
Then, unexpectedly, he chuckled softly.
"You know," he began, a hint of mischief in his voice, "maybe we should meet up tomorrow."
"Yeah," I agreed, feeling a new chapter unfolding, "let's do that."
The next day, I arrived at Jinwoo’s apartment, my heart pounding in my chest.
I had been thinking about our conversation nonstop, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to change between us.
When he opened the door, he greeted me with his usual bright smile.
But there was a new intensity in his eyes, a sense of possibility that I hadn’t noticed before.
We settled into his living room, sitting on the couch together as we always did.
The air was thick with unspoken tension, but it felt different this time.
This time, there was a sense of anticipation that hung in the air.
"So," he began, breaking the silence, "tell me about your day."
I launched into a story about work, but I could feel his eyes on me as I spoke.
It was like he was seeing me in a way he never had before, like he was noticing things about me that he had previously overlooked.
As I talked, I found myself inching closer to him, drawn by some invisible force that I couldn’t quite explain.
He laughed at my jokes and smiled at my stories, and for the first time, I felt a spark of attraction that went beyond friendship. "Hyeon," I said softly, catching his eye.
He looked back at me, and for a moment, our gazes locked in a way they never had before.
"What?" he asked gently.
"I just want to say," I replied slowly, "that this feels different."
"Different how?"
"Like there’s something more between us," I confessed.
He nodded slowly, understanding what I meant without needing any further explanation.
"I feel it too," he admitted softly.
"But what does it mean?"
I asked, unsure of where this newfound connection would take us.
"It means we should explore it," he said gently.
"Explore it?"
I repeated, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Yes," he replied firmly.
"I think we should have sex."
His words hung in the air for a moment before they fully registered with me.
"Sex?"
"Yeah," he said, his voice steady but filled with a nervous excitement.
"I mean, if we're both feeling this, maybe it's worth seeing where it leads."
I took a deep breath, my mind racing with possibilities.
"Let's do it," I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper.
"But only if we record it."
I smirked, testing the limits of our newfound intimacy.
His eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and intrigue flashing across his face.
Then, he nodded slowly, a mischievous grin spreading.
We moved closer, the tension between us palpable.
My hands trembled slightly as I reached for my phone, setting it up to capture this moment.
I pressed the record button, placing it on the table beside us.
The room was charged with anticipation, every movement deliberate and electric.
Jinwoo leaned in first, his lips brushing mine softly before deepening into a kiss.
My heart raced as our hands began to explore each other's bodies, tentative at first but growing bolder with every passing moment.
The camera captured every touch, every gasp of pleasure that escaped our lips.
I could feel Jinwoo's warmth against me, his breath quickening as our kisses grew more fervent.
We were stepping into uncharted territory, but with each other, I felt safe enough to take the leap.
Our connection was strong enough to withstand anything, even this newfound desire that threatened to upend our friendship.
As we continued to explore each other's bodies, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us.
Would this be a one-time thing, or would it mark the beginning of something more?
"Do you think this will change us?" I asked, pulling back slightly to meet his gaze.
"Maybe," he replied, his voice soft but certain, "but maybe that's not such a bad thing."
"Yeah," I agreed, feeling the weight of our decision settle in, "maybe it's exactly what we need."
With that, our lips crashed together once more, our bodies moving in perfect sync as the camera captured every moment of our passion.
The room seemed to shrink around us, the world outside fading away as we lost ourselves in this newfound connection.
The only sound was our breathing, heavy and labored, punctuated by the occasional rustle of fabric as we shed our clothes.
Our hands explored each other with a fervor that matched the pounding of my heart.
I could feel his fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer as if afraid to let go.
It was as if we were discovering each other anew, every touch a revelation of desire that had been hiding beneath the surface all along.
And yet, despite the unfamiliarity of this new dynamic, it felt right.
It felt like a culmination of all the years we had spent building trust and understanding between us.
The phone slipped from its perch on the table, clattering to the floor with a soft thud.
"Oops," Jinwoo chuckled, breaking the intensity for a moment.
I laughed too, the sound mingling with the warmth of the room.
"Guess we'll just have to remember this ourselves," I said, feeling a sense of freedom in letting go of the recording.
We settled back into each other's arms, the couch creaking softly beneath our entwined bodies.
As Jinwoo's laughter subsided, his expression shifted to something more serious.
He looked into my eyes, his gaze unwavering.
"Hyeon," he began, his voice steady yet infused with a newfound urgency.
I held my breath, sensing the weight of this moment.
His hand found mine, fingers interlocking in a gentle squeeze.
"I want to feel you," he whispered, the words both a request and a promise.
My heart pounded in response, the magnitude of our situation settling in with every passing second.
And then, without needing any further words, I nodded.
Jinwoo took a deep breath, his eyes searching mine for any hint of hesitation.
"There's something I've been meaning to tell you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
I felt a jolt of anticipation mixed with apprehension, urging him to continue.
