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His tongue aggressively pushed into her mouth, exploring and sucking as if claiming it as his own.
Her frail shoulders trembled violently, making her earlier bravado about doing it “properly” seem utterly futile.
It was an intoxicating sensation she had never experienced in her life.
‘I’ve gone mad…’
Even as the thought crossed her mind, her body betrayed her, clinging desperately to the fabric of his shirt.
The deeper the kiss became, the more pronounced the long, deep creases in the fabric she clutched grew.
It felt as though they were the only two left in a world where nothing else existed—no sounds, no sights, just this kiss.
Floating in a haze, her entire being was consumed by the sensual sensations overwhelming her, every cell in her body acutely aware of him.
The heat of his breath, the firm arms wrapped around her waist, the cool scent of his skin teasing her nose—it all made her heart race uncontrollably.
Her throat burned with thirst.
Overwhelmed by the intensifying craving, Joo-eun instinctively pulled hard on his wet tongue.
This primal reaction drove him to the brink of stimulation.
“Hah…”
He exhaled a ragged, lustful breath, as if struggling to contain himself.
The large hand that had been gripping her index finger abandoned it, threading instead through the strands of her hair at the nape of her neck.
Pulling her closer, he eliminated any remaining space between them, pressing their bodies flush against each other.
Joo-eun couldn’t think, couldn’t process what was happening.
All she could focus on was the pounding of her heart, which felt loud enough for him to hear too, leaving her flustered.
The electrifying sensations passing ceaselessly between their tightly pressed lips were both overwhelming and exhilarating—too much, yet not enough.
A strange, creeping fear washed over her, whispering that if they went further, something irreversible might happen.
“S-Stop… Haa…”
Joo-eun whispered pleadingly as she tried to push him away.
Their labored breaths spilled out through the small gap between them.
His intense brown eyes stared into hers from a distance of mere inches.
“I-I think this is enough…”
“Who gave you permission to decide?”
“…”
“I haven’t even started yet.”
The warning tone of his voice sent a shiver through her wide eyes.
If this wasn’t even the beginning, what would the real thing be like? A dangerous mix of fear and curiosity stirred within her.
Here it comes again—his lips approaching hers.
Her lips, already well-trained by now, parted instinctively to meet him.
She marveled at how this part of her body seemed to have such a good memory.
Just as their lips were about to tangle once more, the sound of shattering glass exploded across the bar.
Startled, Joo-eun tried to turn her head, but he cupped her cheeks firmly with both hands, keeping her face steady.
“Don’t look. If you see that now, your shocked eyes will give everything away. This is our first kiss.”
First kiss…
At those words, her heart sank.
It was unbelievable.
Her first kiss—the one she had imagined would happen someday in her life—was happening now, with a man she had met for the first time today.
This impulsive act was the first deviation from her meticulously planned life.
Their gazes locked intensely, burning into each other.
“Why won’t you let go? Let go of Oppa!”
True to his prediction, Chaerin’s voice rose even higher in agitation, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Even as shattered glass lay scattered everywhere, the two remained completely absorbed in each other, unwilling to break their gaze.
Chaerin’s cries echoed as the startled staff dragged her out. She continued to scream until the very end.
“This can’t be! How could Minhyuk Oppa be with someone like her… It’s a lie! A lie!”
Her wailing voice faded into the distance, sending a chill down Joo-eun’s spine.
The commotion gradually died down, and the atmosphere began to settle. Still, neither of them broke eye contact.
“It seems… she’s gone now.”
It was her way of saying he could let go now.
But his hands remained firmly cupping her cheeks, unwavering.
As if he had no intention of releasing her anytime soon.
“Um… Jeong Minhyuk?”
“Stop calling my name like that. It makes me want to kiss you again.”
“…”
“It makes me want to do it again.”
Startled, she pressed her lips tightly together, tucking them inward as if trying to hide them completely.
Her heart, however, refused to cooperate, pounding wildly despite her efforts to shut him out.
Her body, now fully aware of how electrifying a kiss could be, traitorously began imagining what might come next.
She needed to leave—quickly.
If she stayed any longer with this dangerous man, something irreversible might happen.
“Well, since the act seems to have gone smoothly, I’ll head back to my room now.”
Finally, Minhyuk slowly released his grip on her cheeks.
“There are eyes everywhere. Let’s leave together.”
He wasn’t wrong.
After such a public display of affection in front of everyone, leaving alone would seem odd and incomplete.
Feeling the lingering gazes of those who were still stealing glances at her, Joo-eun nodded hesitantly.
The two rose from their seats and exited the bar just as they had entered, hand in hand.
Their intertwined hands felt hotter than before.
Under the dim glow of the streetlights, their shadows stretched long across the path.
The dark silhouettes overlapped at the shoulders, then the arms, creating the illusion of a couple just beginning their love story.
But in reality, an oppressive silence hung between them.
Five minutes had passed since leaving the bar, and Minhyuk hadn’t said a word. Joo-eun could only think about returning to her room as quickly as possible.
The fluttering in her chest had surpassed excitement and become almost unbearable.
“Hmm… Can we let go of each other’s hands now?”
“We might as well finish with grace. Someone could still be watching.”
He answered immediately, as if he’d been preparing his response all along.
“…So, does that mean someone might see us entering our rooms separately?”
“It’s possible.”
He raised his eyebrows lightly, then let them fall.
The thought that their hard work might go to waste left Joo-eun feeling deflated.
Just then, a brief silence was broken by the sound of raindrops—plink, plunk—hitting the ground.
Whoosh—
The sudden downpour prompted him to grab her wrist abruptly.
“Ah…!”
Pulled with enough force to make her hair sway wildly, she instinctively matched his pace as they ran together.
Minhyuk extended his other arm to shield her head.
They quickly sought refuge toward his first-floor suite.
Despite their attempts to shake off the water clinging to their bodies, they were already drenched.
“Ha… Are you alright?”
“Yes. What kind of rain suddenly falls like th—”
Joo-eun stopped mid-sentence as she lifted her head, peeling her soaked clothes away from her skin, only to freeze in shock.
His white shirt, already fitted to begin with, clung tightly to his body, revealing an incredibly breathtaking silhouette.
Movies often lose their charm upon a second viewing—but not this man’s body.
The more she saw, the more her tension mounted.
Staring blankly, she blinked rapidly to snap herself out of it.
“…It’s pouring so suddenly. So unexpected.”
She pretended to look far into the distance, as if she hadn’t noticed anything.
But her racing heart thundered so loudly she worried he might hear it.
“Wait here. I’ll bring an umbrella.”
“Oh, it’s fine…!”
As lightning flashed again, followed by a deafening clap of thunder, she shrieked, “Mommy!” and instinctively pressed herself closer to him.
Her face had turned pale, trembling not just from surprise but from sheer terror.
“You don’t seem fine.”
Ever since witnessing a tree split in half by a lightning strike as a child, she had always been terrified of thunder, reacting dramatically whenever it struck.
“Haha… Everything here happens so suddenly. I’m just a little startled, that’s all.”
“Is your friend in the room?”
“Yes, she should be back by now.”
“Call her.”
“She said she’d be back soon. I’m really okay, so please just lend me an umbrella.”
How many times had she insisted she was fine?
He could sense her unease, the way she kept her guard up around him.
With a resigned sigh, Minhyuk stepped back inside, leaving the door slightly ajar.
He disappeared further into the room.
Outside, she stood awkwardly, growing increasingly anxious as the rain intensified and flashes of lightning illuminated the area like daylight.
She started typing a message to Seoyoung, asking if she had returned, but then changed the text, certain her friend wouldn’t have come back yet.
“How are you supposed to come back in this rain?”
Just as she was about to hit send, another ear-splitting crash of thunder shook the world.
“Mommy…!”
Startled, she darted into the room faster than the lightning itself and quickly shut the door behind her.
“I can’t find the umbrella. I’ll have to call the concierge.”
“Kyaaak!”
Terrified, she nearly collapsed, but Minhyuk’s strong arms caught her waist just in time.
Had he not helped, she might have ended up on the floor.
“Th-Thank you…”
Though grateful, the closeness between them felt overwhelmingly intimate.
Especially with his disheveled hair from the rain, revealing glimpses of those dangerously seductive eyes.
Even though she knew he wasn’t deliberately trying to seduce her, he seemed irresistibly tempting, as if he had set out to do just that.
She almost wanted to throw herself into his arms.
Boom! Crash!
“Ack!”
With a scream, Joo-eun clung tightly to him.
Oh no…
She had thought about wanting to hug him, but she hadn’t actually meant to act on it.
Realizing what she had done, she quickly pushed him away, leaning her upper body back.
“I-I’m sorry! Don’t misunderstand… I’m just really scared of thunder. But I think I’m over it now. I’m fine, really fi—”
“What can I do?”
“…Huh?”
“I’m the one who’s not fine now.”
He lightly brushed her lips with his.
Joo-eun’s wide-open eyes trembled violently.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since earlier—it was driving me crazy.”
Slowly, he leaned in, capturing her lips once more and deepening the kiss.
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