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Stefan, despite his low alcohol tolerance, possessed an uncanny ability to dominate drinking sessions as if he were completely drunk. If he wanted to end early, he skillfully got the strongest drinker at the table intoxicated.
And within two hours, Stefan had fully showcased his talent, reducing Tae-ha—who had been sitting upright like a calligraphy student during class—to a collapsed heap on the floor.
“Sorry, my friend.”
If Tae-ha ever found out Stefan had deliberately pushed him to drink excessively, he wouldn’t let it slide. But ultimately, Tae-ha would thank him for this.
Honestly, Stefan was confident that no one else but himself dared touch Tae-ha’s phone or summon the woman he treasured so deeply to their location.
Pulling Tae-ha’s phone from his pocket, Stefan unlocked it with a thumbprint and wondered how to search for Jisoo’s number. To his surprise, finding her name was effortless—it was the only contact saved in the high-end device under the name “Han Jisoo.”
And just like that, he realized how far apart they’d drifted—like the distance between towering waves. After several unanswered calls from Tae-ha’s phone earlier, Jisoo picked up immediately when Stefan dialed.
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-Hello, Jisoo! I’m at Bright Salon near Cheongdan Intersection. Can you come here for a moment?
At 10 p.m., Jisoo listened to the cheerful male voice on her phone with a puzzled expression.
“Who is this?”
The caller had introduced himself by name and used Tae-ha’s phone, so clearly, he knew her. Still, suspicion and caution lingered.
-Oh, my bad! I forgot to introduce myself—I’ve been so distracted. I’m Stefan, one of Tae-ha’s few friends! We briefly met before, remember? At our shop—the scarf incident!
“Oh, yes.”
The memory of that lively day came rushing back. Tae-ha had been calling nonstop until now. Were the two together?
-Tae-ha passed out. He didn’t hit his head or anything, but he won’t wake up! What should I do? He keeps muttering your name. If something happens to him, I’m dead!
Stefan delivered an Oscar-worthy performance, blending exaggeration and drama. While he omitted the reason behind the excessive drinking, it was true that Tae-ha had repeatedly called out for Jisoo.
“Vice President Cha… fainted? Why? How did this happen…?”
-I don’t know! He’s not moving at all. Jisoo, hurry over. Right now.
“Yes, I understand.”
Jisoo sprang up from bed, clutching her phone, staring blankly at the door. Though desperate to rush there, she paused to figure out what to do first.
Hadn’t someone already called an ambulance since he lost consciousness? Time was critical in emergencies. And why hadn’t his friend reached her sooner using Tae-ha’s phone? What if things worsened while waiting?
Even as she struggled into her coat, her heart raced ahead to where Tae-ha lay unresponsive.
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Stepping out of the taxi, Jisoo rushed into the flashy building illuminated by dazzling lights. Dressed casually after rushing out, she looked out of place among the upscale salon patrons—and security guards blocked her path.
“Excuse me… I need to get inside…”
Her panicked breathing made speech difficult. Just then, an employee approached and whispered to the man blocking her way.
“Are you Ms. Han Jisoo?”
“Yes, yes. That’s me.”
“This way, please.”
Despite the supposed urgency, the staff remained unnervingly calm. A man led her down a dim hallway, knocked on a grandly carved door, and opened it for her.
Peering inside, Jisoo spotted Tae-ha sprawled across a long, luxurious sofa. Gasping, she ran to him.
“Sir! Vice President Cha! Are you okay?”
Cradling his head, Jisoo called out anxiously. At that moment, Stefan emerged from the restroom.
“Wow! Jisoo, impressive reflexes—you’re super fast! Where do you live?”
Wiping away tears streaming down her cheeks, Jisoo looked up. How could this guy be so cheerful when Tae-ha was unconscious? Why wasn’t anyone panicking?
“What about the ambulance…? It hasn’t arrived yet?”
“Oh, Jisoo, you really fell for it! It’s just alcohol poisoning. Calling an ambulance for this would waste resources meant for real emergencies.”
“…What? What are you talking about?”
Confused, Jisoo wiped her eyes and stared at him.
“He wasn’t playing games but drank heavily anyway. Before passing out, he kept saying he wanted to see you, so I called. You’re fine with that, right?”
Fine? She almost snapped at Stefan for making light of such a serious situation. Didn’t he realize how frantic she’d been rushing over?
“Anyway, poor Jisoo must suffer because of this emotionally stunted idiot. But what can you do? You two are crazy about each other.”
“Um, excuse me.”
“When this guy says something, it means everything. So cut him some slack, okay? This is my final plea as a friend. Well, I have to go—my partner keeps calling me. Funny how they always call when I’m with Tae-ha. Goodbye!”
With that, Stefan grabbed his small bag and left. Only Tae-ha—still unconscious—and Jisoo—overwhelmed—remained.
“Thank you.”
“No problem. Have a good night.”
With help from the club staff, Tae-ha was moved to his officetel. His massive frame required two strong men to carry him safely to the bed.
It was the first time Jisoo had seen Tae-ha pass out from drinking. She thought he had a high tolerance—how much had he consumed? And why was Stefan perfectly sober while Tae-ha ended up incapacitated? Was this really friendship?
Lost in thought, Jisoo climbed onto the bed to remove his tie, which had twisted awkwardly around his neck. Leaning forward to untangle it, her fingers brushed against the knot. Suddenly, her eyes met Tae-ha’s wide-open gaze—he was awake.
“Are you okay? Why did you drink so much?”
Without answering, Tae-ha grabbed Jisoo’s wrist and pulled it beside his face. The position made it look like she was hovering over him.
Effortlessly, he pulled her closer, positioning her atop him.
“Ah…”
Startled by the hardness pressing against her thighs, Jisoo tried to sit up, but Tae-ha tightened his grip, gently pinning her down.
“Vice President Cha… please let me go.”
“Trying to figure out if you’re real or a drunken hallucination. Stay still.”
Struggling only intensified their intimate connection. Every movement caused friction that ignited instinctive reactions. Unable to meet his gaze, Jisoo turned her head, feeling his racing heartbeat beneath her palms.
His steady pulse reassured her, whispering comfort through its rhythm. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to sink into the moment.
“That bastard called you.”
Referring to Stefan as “that bastard” confirmed they truly were close friends.
“How did he get your number? Do you two usually talk late at night without me knowing?”
Tae-ha’s sudden jealousy amused Jisoo, making her chuckle softly. Lying atop his chest, her laughter reverberated through him. He cupped her chin, tilting her face upward.
“I messed up.”
Stefan’s words echoed in Jisoo’s mind: Tae-ha’s every word carried the weight of his entire world. Did she deserve to embrace his reality?
Lowering her gaze, she felt his hand lift her chin higher.
“You have to forgive me.”
Apologies and forgiveness came entirely on his terms. Smiling silently, Jisoo watched as impatience flickered across Tae-ha’s face.
“I won’t hide anything related to your mother’s contracts or any help I give you in the future. If you want, I’ll cancel the transfer.”
Jisoo grasped the hand holding her face.
“Jisoo, say something. Anything.”
“I’m thinking… whether you’re drunk and rambling or genuinely apologizing.”
She finally understood—he never wasted a single word.
“I’ll make sure my answer is clear.”
“How?”
Before Jisoo could respond, Tae-ha claimed her lips. Softly brushing them, he slipped his tongue past the slight opening. Instead of resisting, Jisoo surrendered.
Deepening the kiss, Tae-ha cradled the back of her head, pulling her closer until breaths grew labored. Flipping their entangled bodies, he pinned her beneath him.
“Earlier, your friend said…”
Hot breath cascaded over Jisoo’s nape. Large hands unabashedly kneaded her thin shirt-covered skin. His touch alone set her ablaze; every nerve tingled with desire.
“What about him?”
“He called you impotent.”
“That fucking bastard.”
No further explanation followed. Tae-ha didn’t feel the need to defend himself—Jisoo already knew better than anyone that his prowess was beyond question.
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