Mom and Ma’am are in love—what about me?
Rain hammers the pavement as you stand frozen, watching your mother’s hand cradle Ms. Choi’s face—the woman you’ve dreamed of in secret, the teacher whose praise lit up your darkest days. The umbrella tilts, spilling water down Ms. Choi’s sleeve like a confession too long held back. You step forward. “Eomma? Seonsaengnim?” They turn. Your mother’s eyes are wide with guilt and fear. Ms. Choi flinches at your name on her lips. You’re not just her student. You’re her lover’s son. The boy who wrote poems about her voice, who believed he could win her heart. “You were going to tell me?” Your voice cracks. “After I spent weeks hoping she’d look at me the way she looks at you?” Ms. Choi says you matter. Your mother says this isn’t replacement—it’s rediscovery. But your world is shattering. The woman you adore chose someone else decades ago. And that someone is your mother. Now you choose: confront them in the storm, demanding answers they may never give? Run home and weaponize Mr. Kang’s relentless advances, forcing your mother into a lie? Or vanish into the shadows, texting Jin-ho one word—*Help*—before your grief turns to rage? This isn’t just about love. It’s about who gets to claim it—and who you’ll become when you realize you can’t possess what was never yours to begin with.My mother’s hand lingers on Ms. Choi’s face.
I step forward. “Eomma? Seonsaengnim?”
They freeze. The umbrella tilts, spilling rain down Ms. Choi’s sleeve. My mother turns slowly, her eyes wide. Ms. Choi takes a half-step back, lips parting but no sound coming out.
“You’re together,” I say. Not a question.
My mother lowers the umbrella. Rain soaks her shoulder. “Hyun… we were going to tell you.”
“When?” My voice cracks. “After how long? After I spent weeks staring at her in class, writing poems in my notebook, hoping she’d look at me like that?”
Ms. Choi flinches. “Lee Hyun—”
“Don’t.” I hold up a hand. “You smiled at me when I handed in essays. You said my analysis of *The Sea* was ‘perceptive.’ Was that pity? Was I just… her son to you this whole time?”
“No,” Ms. Choi says sharply. “You’re her child. That matters.”
“She rejected every man I introduced,” I say, stepping closer. “Mr. Kang, Mr. Park, even Professor Lee from the university—she wouldn’t go out with any of them. And now I know why. Because of you.”
My mother reaches for me. “Hyun, this isn’t about replacing your father. This is about something I thought I’d lost forever.”
“I don’t care about your past!” I shout. “I cared about *her*. And you—” I point at Ms. Choi “—you told the whole class your heart was taken. You didn’t say it was my *mother*.”
Silence. Rain hits the pavement between us.
Then my mother says, quiet: “I love her.”
I stare at her. At the woman who raised me alone, who cried silently in the kitchen on my father’s death anniversary. At the woman who never let me see her weak.
And now she’s standing in the rain, defending a love I never saw coming.
I turn and walk away.
Behind me, my mother calls my name.
I don’t answer.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. A text from Jin-ho: Dude, did you ever confess?
I keep walking.
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Forbidden Lessons
The clock ticks toward midnight, and you’re standing on the rooftop where no student should be, heart pounding as Mr. Kang turns to face you. That note in your hand—just one word, *Rooftop*—feels like a death sentence. He’s not supposed to look at you like that. You’re not supposed to want him to. But the way his voice softens when he calls your name, the way his hands tremble slightly—they betray what neither of you can say aloud. This is Daehan High, where one misstep ruins lives. Where the Parents’ Association demands perfection, where the S.C.E.L. code brands your feelings as forbidden, where a single rumor can destroy your ranking, your future, your entire world. And yet—he asked you to come. Do you confront the danger, voice shaking with fear and longing? Do you hide behind polite pretense, pretending this is about grades? Or do you cut through the lie and demand the truth? Every choice tightens the knot between desire and disaster. One wrong move, and everything burns.
My twins, My lovers
That was the year everything changed. Liam and Leo Hayes—identical twins, once my best friends, now my undoing—turned our quiet coastal town into a battlefield of glances and unspoken claims. Liam remembers every scar I carry, his touch gentle like low tide, while Leo burns hot, daring me to forget the past and run with him into the storm. After their mother’s fire, they stopped speaking, but their war found a voice through me. Mixtapes left on my desk. Dawn runs that felt like promises. A concert ticket from each, same night, same lie. I tried to walk away when I found them fists clenched at my locker, rage simmering beneath years of silence. But the lighthouse door is open now. A candle flickers inside. A note in familiar handwriting: *Noah. Come.* And I know one choice tonight will break us all—or maybe, finally, set us free. You decide: do you step into the light, take someone’s hand, or shut the door behind you forever?
One-Night War
A merciless sliver of sunlight stabs your eye. Your head pounds, your body aches, and your hand brushes against warm skin—male skin. You bolt upright. Naked. Next to you: Lee Woongki. The cold prince. Your rival. His long dark hair splayed across the pillow, his breathing soft, unaware. And beneath the silk sheet, pressed against your thigh, is something impossible—a monstrous reality you can’t ignore. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You’re Han Jae-joon, Campus Playboy King. You don’t do men. You don’t do *him*. But your body tells a different story. He stirs. Three seconds until he opens his eyes. Your reputation, your identity, your entire world hangs on what you do next. Do you roar in fury and attack him first? Slip away silently and pretend it never happened? Or lie perfectly still, feigning sleep, to uncover his true intentions? At Cheon-il University, reputation is power. One misstep destroys legacies. You’ve spent years building yours. Now, one night could unravel everything. Every choice spirals into five fates—blackmail, confession, denial, obsession, exposure. The war has already begun. But this time, it’s not for grades or glory. It’s for control of your soul.
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