The belly Stuffing: In-Hyun and Min-Joo's Chaste Journey

I suppose it started when I was a little girl.

Like most kids, I craved attention from my parents. I was the oldest, and the only girl in my family. My father was a successful businessman and my mother was a housewife. He traveled often, so it was just the two of us for most of the time. She would often babysit me.

My mother used to tell me how pretty I was, but I never really saw it. As far as I could tell, nothing really stood out about me except my big nose, which was constantly red from allergies or because it had been broken before (I've always wondered which). I don't cry easily, but I remember being teased relentlessly by older kids after one large kid pushed me down and my nose split open like a watermelon.

It wasn't until later that I realized that if you were going to be teased anyway, you might as well do something worthy of teasing. It started when I was 14 and on a trip to Hong Kong with my father. He took me to this karaoke bar where we met up with some of his friends from work, who all offered me shots of tequila and beer after they'd had a few too many themselves.

They introduced me around and told their dirty jokes, which made them roar with laughter and made me blush furiously. One man caught my eye more than any other because he didn't drink at all. He stayed sober and only took one tiny sip of his water in between laughs, but he laughed just as hard as the others. He asked me questions about school and what music I liked. He seemed so much more genuine than the other men around him, so when he asked if he could buy me dinner, I agreed without hesitation.

When we sat down at the restaurant booth together and ordered food, he kept giving me these looks whenever he thought no one else was looking at us--but of course everyone else *was* looking at us! The waitress brought out our food at last--he ordered for both of us--and watched in amusement as I devoured everything on my plate wholeheartedly while I tried to ignore all the stares from other patrons. When it came time for dessert, he laughed heartily at my eagerness to order a slice of cheesecake even though it was late into the night and the restaurant had closed hours ago. Then he said "I think you're beautiful," suddenly holding my hand across the table like we were boyfriend and girlfriend instead of strangers who had just met less than an hour before. His eyes were warm with kindness as he gazed upon me, admiration shining through whenever our gazes met.

He paid for our meal before walking back to his hotel room with me in tow, still holding onto my hand all the way there without ever letting go once throughout the entire journey--not even when we walked past some shady characters hanging out by an alleyway not too far from his hotel that even I thought twice about approaching due to how disturbing their body language appeared (at least until someone else walked by them first). Once inside his hotel room, he opened up a bottle of whiskey he had stashed away inside his luggage bag in preparation for this momentous occasion (his words) and poured himself a glass while pouring another shot into mine hesitantly when I held out my hand for one too, despite having never touched alcohol before aside from drinking beers during happy hours back home with friends occasionally during high school.

"You need alcohol to loosen you up," he said with a smile spreading across his face as he took my hand again to lead me over to an area where there was an enormous bed. We could lie down together comfortably while slowly sipping on our drinks in between kisses that got longer and deeper with every passing second, eventually leading to our intimate encounter. We stayed up all night long talking about anything and everything under the sun without either of us ever getting tired or feeling drowsy even once throughout our entire journey together. It was a night filled with shared vulnerability, open communication, and genuine connection that neither one of us could have known existed until then - a hidden understanding that can only be fully realized between individuals who are willing to spend time exploring profound thoughts and ideas during conversations with others who are receptive to listening openly and non-judgmentally.

The rest is history now that you know how it all began...