CHAPTER 80: YOU’RE THE HUMAN VERSION OF A USED CONDOM [JUNE’S POV]

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June’s POV

I pushed open the restroom door, wincing.

God, my stomach hurt. My pads were soaked, and my thighs were sticky.

And I swear this pad feels like I’m wearing a damp diaper.

Disgusting. I needed to change now.

I headed straight to the mirror, dropped my tote bag on the countertop, and sighed. My reflection stared back. My skin looked kind of glowy, even tho my hair was a bit messy, but honestly... not bad.

I tilted my head, pressing my fingers to my cheekbones.

"Honestly... why won’t Ren just like me already?" I whispered, brushing a curl behind my ear.

"Okay fine, I’m not some Victoria’s Secret model, but I have good cheekbones. I’m also cute. Ugh."

I scoffed, then dug into my totebag, pulling out a fresh pad, wipes, and tissue. I dropped the bag by the sink and dragged myself into one of the bathroom stalls. I shouldn’t keep Ash waiting for too long.

Just as I settled in, the door creaked open again.

"You’re so hot..." a breathy female voice giggled.

Click.

The door lock turned.

Then came kissing sounds. Wet and hungry. Followed by a soft moan.

It was low at first, then it became louder.

My eyes widened. You’ve got to be kidding me.

Then the guy’s raspy voice came through.

"Fuck, you’re so wet..."

Oh my God.

Seriously? Right now?

I gagged silently. People seriously have no shame anymore? At least check if someone’s in here! This isn’t a club.

"Aww, fuck," he growled.

"Wanna come to my place tonight?" He asked.

"Mmmmm, yes, Daddy," the girl answered back.

I covered my mouth in horror.

Okay. So this is happening. I’m trapped in a stall hearing a live porno.

Then came...the slurping.

And gagging.

And a loud, wet moan.

My soul left my body.

She’s not...oh my God she IS.

No. No. She’s literally giving him head in a public restroom? Have people just completely lost self-control?

Why me? Why now?

The universe is not kind to girls like me.

Then, as if things weren’t bad enough...

Rrrriiingggg!

My phone started ringing from where I left it near the sink.

Once.

Twice.

Third time.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Is that yours?" the guy’s voice cut through.

"Not mine," the girl said quickly.

"Who the hell owns the ringing phone?" he snapped.

Oh no.

Okay June, you either die in this stall or you woman-up and face whatever this is.

I yanked up my jeans, barely finishing, and mustered every ounce of courage I had left.

I pushed the stall door open....

Just let me grab my phone and leave this hell.

Except... the guy was already halfway to my bag.

His hand froze.

So did mine.

Our eyes locked.

Standing in front of my bag, shirt buttoned, belt undone. His dark eyes landed on me.

My mouth dropped open. "Omg....Ian!?"

He blinked, stunned. His abs were glistening slightly with sweat.

The girl gasped behind him.

Of all the guys to get caught having a blow job in a public restroom... it had to be Ian Han.

And of all the girls to witness it?

It had to be me.

The girl got up, then walked over to the sink, wiping her mouth. Her makeup still looked flawless and she looked gorgeous. Her brows furrowed. "Wait... you guys know each other?"

"I don’t know her," Ian said way too quickly, brushing imaginary dust off his pants. "Just one of those girls always stalking me."

Oh no he didn’t.

I stopped in my tracks, my bag in one hand, my mouth hanging open.

"...What did you just say?"

The girl snorted, clearly enjoying the drama. "I think he just called you a stalker."

"Oh wow. So now I’m a stalker?" I scoffed. "Okay. Let’s do this."

Ian nodded smugly, even crossed his legs like some cocky prince.

"First of all, this is a public restroom. I was here before you two horn dogs barged in like it’s a damn porn studio. You’ve got some nerve...using a place people actually pee in with your filthy, sex-addicted dick."

He opened his mouth, but I kept going.

"You’re so disgusting, y’know?" I spat. "Wasn’t it just yesterday you flashed me your dick....while used condoms were on your floor and a red lingerie was in your bed? Or is that also ’stalking’ now?"

"What? No. Pfft..." he tried to laugh it off, but he was stammering now.

"Is that true?" the girl asked, eyeing him.

I folded my arms and tilted my head with the most satisfying smirk.

She turned to me as I gave her the "girl, wake up" smile.

Then she did the most satisfying thing....grabbed a plastic bowl by the sink, filled it with water, and splashed it in his face.

"You’re a douchebag," she snapped before stomping out.

I stood there, stunned, then burst into laughter.

"Oh my God. Serves you right," I said, turning to leave.

I was still giggling when Ian suddenly grabbed my wrist and yanked me back.

I stumbled into him, my face slamming into his bare chest. His shirt was half open...of course,and his abs were warm, hard, and stupidly perfect

And holy hell, he smelled so good.

Then he shoved me back.

Then....."Pervert," he said, pushing me away like I was the one getting head in a public toilet.

"Are you for real right now?" I snapped.

He was fuming. "What the hell is your problem, June?! Now she’s not coming over. You ruined my night!"

"Sorry.... Wait! I’m not sorry for exposing your lying ass."

"I didn’t lie."

"Technically, you didn’t tell the truth either. And honestly, with how many girls you’re sleeping with, what are you? A walking pornstar?"

He smirked. "Is it my fault I’m this attractive, and they all wanna fuck me?"

"You’re an asshole."

"Well," he said, stepping closer with that devil smirk, "since you made her leave, you’re replacing her tonight."

I burst into laughter. "Me? Have sex with you? That’s one thing that’ll never happen. You’re a public penis, Ian. And I don’t do public things. You’re delusional."

"You’re just jealous."

"Jealous?" I laughed. "Ian, you’re the human version of a used condom. I just told you I don’t do public things."

"Oh my God," he snorted. "You’re a virgin and yet you’re out here terrorizing people who are sexually active."

"Yours is beyond that. I pity the girls that let you touch them. You probably carry seven STDs, who knows?"

His smirk faltered.

Then quietly, "Why are you being so mean to me... even after I helped you yesterday?"

I blinked.

Was that guilt?

"You embarrassed my friend just now in front of Dominic. And you called me a bitch. Don’t you think you deserve that?"

He paused. "Sorry about that. Won’t happen again."

Wait... Ian just apologized?

"And by the way, I use protection. I don’t do raw sex."

Then he walked out, leaving a trail of dripping shame behind him.

I stood there, with my mouth half open staring at the door.

Did Ian Han really just apologize? Or am I hallucinating?

Wait...

Did I just break Ian Han... or did I just awaken something worse?

Was I too harsh?

What did I even say?

Was it too much?

Why do I feel so bad?