Ever since everything fell apart, I no longer had the heart to stay in the room. Luckily, work gave me an excuse to wander outside all day. Still, I heard from the others that Hoàng Tuấn had barely come back since then. He probably moved his belongings to the shop and stayed there for good. If I were him, I’d probably do the same—there was no other way to face it.
These past few days, even though I said nothing, the whole room obviously noticed something was wrong. From the very first night Hoàng Tuấn didn’t come back to sleep with me, everyone was already in an uproar.
One evening, Duy Long climbed onto my bed and asked, “Hey, what happened between you and Tuấn?”
I knew there was no way I could fool them with that funeral face of mine, so I chose to tell the truth, “Hoàng Tuấn and I broke up.”
From below, Ngọc Lễ cried out in shock, “What the hell? You guys were doing fine—how did it suddenly turn into this?”
I gave a bitter smile and said, “People fall in love and break up all the time. Even married couples with kids still get divorced.”
Duy Long said, “Yeah, I know, but it’s still sad. No more OTP content to feed on every day.”
Tùng Dương looked much more optimistic and said, “Come on, don’t be sad. If this one’s gone, there’ll be another! I’ll introduce you to someone hot later!”
Vũ Linh chimed in, “That’s bullshit. You think saying ‘don’t be sad’ magically makes someone not sad? You should say, ‘Be sad for a bit, then stop—don’t stay sad forever!’ That’s how it goes!”
I smiled foolishly at their concern. Even though I didn’t mention Hoàng Tuấn out loud, there was no way I wasn’t thinking about him. I knew very well—Hoàng Tuấn was in a far worse state than I was.
But right now, I still didn’t have the courage to face the truth, let alone accept it or forgive.
While we were talking, Ngọc Duy came back from outside. The moment he entered the room, he said, “Our room’s about to get a new person.”
Trọng Quân asked, “Huh? Isn’t our room already full?”
Ngọc Duy replied, “Tuấn moved out.”
Tùng Dương hurriedly rummaged through Hoàng Tuấn’s wardrobe and found it completely empty. He cursed, “Damn it, that asshole! Leaving without saying a word to anyone!”
A bad feeling rose in my chest. I took out my phone and searched for Hoàng Tuấn’s profile. He had shut down all his social media accounts—none of us could contact him anymore.
Realizing that left me hollow. I never imagined Hoàng Tuấn would disappear from my life without any warning, without even giving me a chance to say a few final words. Maybe he was scared too… because we were no longer what we used to be.
…
Three months passed, and my thesis was finally finished. I was officially hired by the company where I’d been interning. People say out of sight, out of mind—and they’re not wrong. Even though I still couldn’t forget, not seeing him did ease my heart a little.
Our dorm contract still had quite a long time left, especially for those who had moved out of their old dorms. The school allowed us to extend our stay longer than usual. With that much time, we could stabilize our jobs and finances before moving out to rent on our own. And of course, someone who left early like Hoàng Tuấn didn’t get that privilege.
One day, Ngọc Duy asked me to talk on the rooftop. Without beating around the bush, he went straight to the point, “I know you haven’t gotten over it yet. But… Hoàng Tuấn is really struggling right now.”
Hearing his name, my heart skipped a beat. I asked, “What’s going on?”
Ngọc Duy said, “You know this already—Duy didn’t choose this line of work for no reason. You understand my situation, right? Tuấn isn’t much different. Back when he lived in the dorm, expenses were low, and he could still help his family. Now it’s different. Living outside is expensive, but he can’t neglect his family. So he neglects himself instead.”
Ngọc Duy showed me a recent photo of Hoàng Tuấn. He had lost a lot of weight, his face looked gaunt, dark circles under his eyes, his hair no longer neat like before. I could hardly recognize him as the person who used to sleep beside me every night on the same bed. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t stop my heart from aching.
Ngọc Duy continued, “I want to help him too, but I’m powerless. Tuấn wants to move back into the dorm, but there’s no vacant room anymore.”
I sighed and stared into the distance, asking myself whether I should do what was already forming in my mind.
But seeing Hoàng Tuấn like that, I couldn’t feel at ease.
After thinking it through, I said, “Tell Tuấn to move back into our room. I’ll move out of the dorm. I’ve got a full-time job now, the pay’s stable, and my family still helps me out.”
Ngọc Duy worried, “That’s not a good idea. Life outside is really tough.”
I smiled faintly and said, “It’s fine. I was going to move out sooner or later anyway. I’m just doing it a bit earlier. Don’t tell Hoàng Tuấn, okay? Just say I got a new lover and moved out to live with him.”
I thought everything was settled, but a few days later, Ngọc Duy told me, “The administration is making things difficult. There are clearly vacancies, but they keep saying it’s full.”
Left with no choice, I went down to the administration office myself to explain and request a room transfer for Hoàng Tuấn. Using the fact that he used to live in my room, I tried my best to persuade the officer on duty. He was fairly young, probably around twenty-four or twenty-five. Decent-looking too, with thick, dark eyebrows that stood out the most.
After listening for a while, he said, “No can do. This is a dormitory, not a rental apartment where you can just switch rooms whenever you want.”
I explained, “Please understand, sir. My friend is really struggling. I’d be extremely grateful if you could help.”
He replied, “Well then, that depends on how grateful you are.”
As he finished speaking, he stood up and stretched—an action that was clearly meant to show off the bulge of his erect cock beneath his neat office trousers. Then he said, “I don’t want to make things hard for students either, but you’ll need to write a formal statement.”
I nodded repeatedly. But just as I sat down, he called out, “Hey, sitting over there won’t work—the pen’s cord doesn’t reach. Pull your chair over here and sit next to me.”
Like a fish on a chopping board, I couldn’t refuse and obediently did as told. As I wrote, his leg kept brushing against mine. I’d only written a few lines when he leaned over to look at the paper, then placed his hand on my thigh and said, “Wow, you’ve got really nice handwriting.”
Before lifting his hand, he deliberately gave my thigh a squeeze. While I wrote, he scribbled something on his side too. Then, whether by accident or on purpose, he dropped his pen under the desk, right between his legs. Clicking his tongue, he said, “Clumsy me. I dropped my pen—could you pick it up for me?”
I could only nod. Sitting on a wheeled chair, he rolled it back slightly so I could crawl under the desk. But the moment I went in, he rolled the chair back to its original position, legs spread wide, trapping me in the narrow space beneath the desk.
I wasn’t stupid—I knew exactly what he wanted. The cock under his trousers was growing larger by the second, positioned right in front of my face. Right now, I looked no different from a delinquent student hiding under a teacher’s desk, about to suck his teacher’s dick.
I picked up the pen and handed it up. He took it, placed it on the desk, and said, “You students have it good—running around doing activities all day. Me, I sit here all day, my body aching everywhere. Could you massage my legs for me?”
I said nothing and simply did it, kneading his thigh just above the knee. He said, “A bit higher.”
I moved my hand higher. He urged again, “Higher. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
So I kept moving upward, mindlessly kneading, until my hand reached the rock-hard cock inside his trousers. Only then did he say, “That’s it. Right there. It’s always so tense and uncomfortable. Massage it for me. Just make it relax—if you need to touch it directly, go ahead.”
A cock this hard could only be softened by ejaculation. I didn’t bother with pretense, quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out through the opening. I stroked it a few times, and he moaned, “Ah… that feels so good! It’s really hard, isn’t it? But this kind of massage feels a bit dry, doesn’t it?”
This was my first time experiencing such obscenity in an office. I didn’t wait any longer—I pulled the chair closer and took his cock into my mouth. It was about sixteen centimeters, though it looked a bit shorter from being trapped in his pants. His cock curved downward, making it easy for me, hidden under the desk, to swallow it from tip to root.
He didn’t thrust into my mouth. Instead, I used my hand to pull and push the chair he was sitting on. The wheels rolled back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth while he simply sat there enjoying himself. His voice grew hoarse as he said, “Your massage technique is amazing—far beyond my expectations.”
He leaned back, eyes shut, face filled with satisfaction. Just then, there was a knock on the door outside. He hurriedly rolled his chair close to the desk, hiding his lower body and the still-erect cock back into the footwell.
I stayed silent and kept sucking, even speeding up, taking advantage of the moment to make him finish faster. A student’s voice sounded right above me, “Hello, sir! I’m here to register for dorm accommodation.”
He flipped through his ledger and replied, “Accommodation… ah… um… accommodation… uh… temporarily… no rooms available right now… um… you’ll have to… wait for the next round.”
I tightened my mouth and sucked harder, making his speech increasingly incoherent. The student sounded irritated, “But I was called yesterday to complete the registration. How can it be full now?”
He closed the ledger and said, “Well… um… yesterday… a student… ah… said they were moving out. In the end… um… they… didn’t… didn’t move out.”
The student sighed in disappointment, “Then I’ll head back. Please let me know when that person moves out.”
I poured all my strength into my mouth, sucking fast and hard, making him almost lose control of his voice, “Yeah… when… ah… when that person… um… moves… RA… RA… RA… RA… I’ll let you know!”
Each “RA” came with a spurt. Honestly, my mouth wasn’t that skilled—I made him cum in just moments. Doing something this dirty right in front of a student must have excited him too much for him to hold back.
Taking advantage of his distraction, I spat all the semen into the tissues I had prepared. After the student left, he asked, “You swallowed it all?”
I pretended to nod. I knew no top disliked their partner swallowing their cum. He looked extremely pleased, stepped aside to let me crawl out, and said, “Good boy. I like that. You can go now—your friend Hoàng Tuấn’s situation, I’ll take care of it.”
I thanked him hurriedly and rushed out of the office, running straight to the restroom to gag and vomit. Only then did I truly understand how Hoàng Tuấn and Ngọc Duy felt—there was nothing enjoyable about it. I accepted sucking someone else’s dick in exchange for benefits. Even if those benefits were for Hoàng Tuấn, in name, they were still for me.
And so, after three years under the same roof, I finally had to say goodbye to my roommates. Life outside would surely be much harder, much lonelier—but in the end, everything would be okay.
If things aren’t okay yet, then this isn’t the end.