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“You’re driving me crazy, seriously...”
A surge of frustration rose within him.
In this apartment, the only person she knew was him, so she must have come looking for him.
Seok-kyung took off his jacket and draped it over Eun-chae’s head. It was already soaked, so it wouldn’t do much, but he wanted to give her even a little warmth.
“Come here.”
He grabbed her hand. It was icy cold, like frozen steel.
“How long have you been standing out here?!”
Anger flared inside him.
As they headed toward the apartment, the security guard came running with an umbrella.
“Sir, here—”
“It’s fine.”
Ignoring the umbrella, he led Eun-chae straight inside.
In the elevator up to the 40th floor, she remained silent.
Her head bowed under his jacket, she didn’t even try to pull away from his grip, just stood quietly beside him.
Her being this docile is more unsettling.
He’d rather she snap at him, ask what he was doing, or even bring up that other man she loved—anything more her.
Ignoring the water dripping from her, he sat her on the sofa and quickly grabbed a few large towels from the bathroom.
He tossed his soaked jacket aside and wrapped her in one towel, using another to dry her wet hair and wipe the rainwater from her face.
Only then did her gaze, which had been fixed on the floor, shift to him.
“If you were coming, you should’ve called. What were you thinking?”
“...I thought you wouldn’t want me here.”
“What?”
“You wouldn’t have welcomed me.”
That was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard.
“And I didn’t know if you were with someone.”
“Tell me you haven’t done this before.”
Slowly, she shook her head.
Good. If she’d pulled this before, he wouldn’t have let it slide.
He sighed inwardly.
“Why did you come?”
“Just... I needed you...”
“...You needed me?”
“I thought maybe filling the emptiness in my heart with something physical would help. And if I was going to cling to a man, I’d rather it be you than a stranger.”
Seok-kyung was so stunned by her words he couldn’t speak.
Was she saying she’d considered throwing herself at any man just to feel something?
“You’re insane.”
“You don’t want me?”
Her eyes locked onto his.
“Do you really not need me anymore?”
She’s the one who’s drunk, so why does it feel like I’m the one hearing nonsense?
“Are you really saying you don’t—”
He cut her off by crushing his lips against hers.
Her frozen lips met his burning ones.
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“Do it yourself.”
Seok-kyung’s breath was ragged.
“You said you needed me, so you take the lead.”
Eun-chae slowly straddled his thighs.
Did he think I couldn’t?
She reached down, guiding him inside her with deliberate slowness.
His hands gripped her waist, steadying her as his mouth trailed from her neck to her chest.
“Hng...!”
Her overheated body twisted at the sensation, just as he thrust deep. He was still just as big—too much to adjust to easily.
Seok-kyung, provoked by her boldness, took control, pulling her into a rough rhythm.
I won’t regret this. I won’t.
Clutching his shoulders, moving with him, Eun-chae repeated it in her mind.
She hadn’t called him earlier because her courage had failed her.
The towering luxury of his apartment had made her feel too small.
And then there was Joo-eun.
Even if theirs wasn’t a love match, Seok-kyung would marry her. Even if this was her last visit, guilt gnawed at her.
The guilt she’d ignored all this time, hiding behind Seok-kyung.
But then, as she’d resolved to leave after just one more minute—he appeared.
Braving the downpour, his hair soaked, his gaze burning with worry and anger—just for her.
“What are you thinking?”
Seok-kyung’s hot breath fanned her ear as he hit her deepest spot.
Her mind spun, breath hitching, body floating in a haze.
Electricity crackled from her scalp to her toes.
“Ah—!”
A small gasp escaped her just as he thrust hard, shuddering inside her.
Eun-chae clenched around him, toes curling, nails raking down his back as she came undone.
Seok-kyung, Seok-kyung...
She bit her lip to keep from crying his name.
Would her love for him ever fade?
Even when they’d been estranged as husband and wife, it hadn’t disappeared. How foolish to think physical closeness would change that.
No matter how harshly he treated her, her heart burned for him like wildfire.
“Eun-chae.”
Panting, Seok-kyung pulled back slightly to look at her.
She quickly buried her face in his shoulder, biting down lightly.
“Ah—Eun-chae...”
Tears welled up.
I want you. You were mine first. Baek Seok-kyung was MY man!
Instead of speaking, she clenched around him, still inside her.
Stimulating him, she desperately kissed him again.
Clueless, he groaned into her mouth, parting her lips with his tongue.
This is the end.
Really, the end.
Seok-kyung pushed her hair aside, licking her neck before laying her down and taking a nipple into his mouth.
Her body trembled, fingers gripping the sheets as his hot breath sent shivers through her.
As his tongue trailed lower, the tremors grew stronger.
“Hah...!”
A moan escaped her as he entered her again, thicker than before.
The heat spread as he nipped at her collarbone.
“You’re so tight...”
He lifted her hips slightly, thrusting deeper.
Yet his hands were gentle, stroking her hair, her face, his gaze warm as he looked at her.
How could he look so sweet while doing something so obscene?
“Can’t you just look at me?”
Huh?
She wanted to retort, but if she opened her mouth, only embarrassing sounds would come out.
Besides, his relentless pace left no room for words.
Shouldn’t YOU be the one looking only at me? Not Joo-eun, not any other woman—just me!
His gaze darkened slightly at her silence.
He pinned her hands above her head, interlacing their fingers before moving even harder, leaving no room for thought.
The creaking bed, their moans, ragged breaths, and the slick sounds of skin on skin filled the room.
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When Seok-kyung woke up, the other side of the bed was empty.
He pressed an arm over his eyes.
After last night’s marathon, she should’ve been exhausted—not to mention drenched from the rain.
If she wasn’t sick, it’d be a miracle. Had she really gone home?
Did she hate staying beside me even for a second? Or was I just a means to an end?
“You’re awake?”
Eun-chae’s voice made him bolt upright.
“You—”
She stood in the doorway, wearing one of his dress shirts.
It draped off one shoulder, her slender legs bare beneath.
“Breakfast is ready.”
“Breakfast?”
“If you don’t want it, I’ll put it away.”
“No, I’ll be right out.”
She nodded slightly and left.
He usually left early after their encounters, so sharing a morning was unfamiliar.
And she’d made breakfast.
Strange, but it made him smile despite himself.
Eun-chae left right after eating, saying she’d go home to change before work.
Thankfully, he’d sent their rain-soaked clothes for overnight laundry service, so they were freshly cleaned.
“Oh, and this. I just used whatever was there, so eat it if you want. Or don’t.”
“A lunchbox?”
“You... don’t seem to eat lunch properly.”
From a shopping bag under his desk, he pulled out a small lunchbox.
She even packed me lunch?
He didn’t even know he had lunch containers. Snorting, he opened it.
“Just whatever was there,” she’d said, but inside was neatly rolled gimbap with a thin egg wrap.
The fillings were different from usual—homemade side dishes instead of the standard ingredients.
He sipped the doenjang soup and took a bite.
“Damn. It’s good...”
He’d noticed before, but everything Eun-chae made was delicious.
Or maybe it was delicious because she made it.
How nice would it be to stay like this with her?
The thought made him pause mid-bite.
Have you lost your mind, Baek Seok-kyung? Just because you slept together and got a meal, you think you’re something special?
He had a fiancée with a wedding date set. Eun-chae had another man she couldn’t forget.
And unlike him, she loved that man.
Do you really think you can wedge yourself into a heart that’s already closed to you?
“Tch, idiot.”
He shook his head sharply.
This back-and-forth between heaven and hell was maddening. Even as he chewed, his heart wouldn’t settle.
Finally, he grabbed his phone and texted her.
[Thanks. It’s delicious.]
He immediately regretted not making it softer, longer—but her reply came instantly.
A cute emoji of a character smiling, one that resembled her.
What’s this?
Does she not want to talk?
No, the character’s smiling.
Lost in deciphering her emoji, he nearly bit his chopsticks before setting them and his phone down.
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