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Bustling.
That was the only way to describe the atmosphere. Hae-soo hesitated, raising her glass before deciding against it and opting for a water cup instead.
As she took a sip, she felt uneasy under the weight of the gazes directed at her. Throughout her university years, she had gotten somewhat used to being conscious of others’ stares and interpreting their intentions, but the sheer number of eyes on her now felt like a thorn lodged deep in her throat—impossible to ignore.
She kept sipping water, even though she wasn’t thirsty. Her eyes wandered and landed diagonally across the table. Among the sizzling grill, the messy pile of dishes, and the scattered items, a neatly placed phone caught her attention.
I wonder if everything’s okay.
Is the baby crying?
Hae-soo shifted in her seat, unable to sit still. This was the longest she had been away from home since the baby was born. Anxiety gnawed at her.
The memory of when she left the house earlier only intensified her unease. She could still picture Hae-won clinging to her clothes like a lifeline, looking as if they were about to burst into tears.
Of course, the baby acted this way almost every time Hae-soo stepped out, so by now, it should have felt routine… but it didn’t.
She had returned to school for her final semester when she felt physically capable of handling it.
It was a tough decision, especially since she had to care for an infant, but since she was only a few credits short of graduating, she figured she could manage both.
Thankfully, things had worked out as planned. Two of her three courses were online, and she only had to attend one in person.
And now, after three and a half months, this was the last department event before graduation. That made this gathering feel like her final university gathering, which was why she had made the effort to come, even if it meant peeling a clingy baby off her to do so.
“Unnie, are you expecting a call?”
“Huh?”
Ji-an, who had been laughing and clinking glasses with old classmates, seemed to have noticed Hae-soo sneaking glances at her phone. She asked teasingly while mimicking Hae-soo’s quick peeks at her own device.
Only then did Hae-soo tuck her hair behind her ear and shake her head lightly.
“No, it’s not that…”
“Then why do you keep checking your phone?”
It wasn’t really the phone she was concerned about—it was the person who might call her through it.
Her boyfriend had agreed to leave work early to watch the baby while she was out, but sometimes, the baby could be relentless in wanting only their mother. That was what worried her.
The bar they had rented for the department event was deafeningly noisy. People were shouting, glasses were clinking, grills were sizzling, and conversations overlapped in a chaotic mess.
And yet, somewhere in that noise, Hae-soo thought she could hear a baby crying.
It was probably just her imagination—she had heard that sound so often it was burned into her memory. But still, she couldn’t help glancing around anxiously.
“Come on, let loose! It’s your last night.”
Ji-an, who had taken a break from school for an overseas program and recently returned, was quick to blend in thanks to her sociable nature. If it weren’t for her, Hae-soo would’ve felt like an outsider at this gathering.
“Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drink properly, unnie.”
“Hae-soo-unnie always leaves right after class. She vanishes the moment it’s over.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was hiding treasure at home.”
A group of juniors who had met Hae-soo through their shared classes joined in, piling on with their curiosity. They spoke as if they had been waiting for a chance to ask.
Treasure.
She mulled over that word.
Well… they weren’t wrong.
She smiled softly as she thought of the tiny hands and feet of the baby curled up in her arms.
Her pregnancy had been smooth, and the birth had gone without complications, thanks in large part to Lee Ho-beom, who had been especially attentive in taking care of her.
After giving birth, Hae-soo had visited the baby every single day, even before her swelling had fully subsided.
Watching the newborn through the thin glass, she had been overcome with a strange feeling.
That’s my baby?
Just days ago, that little life had been kicking inside her belly. And now, it was outside—separate from her.
It was hard to put into words. A feeling both surreal and profound.
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the baby, utterly captivated.
The moment the tiny mouth opened in a yawn, looking like a baby bird, she felt something bloom in her chest—like flowers spreading under sunlight.
And from then on, she had memorized every milestone.
The first time the baby latched onto her breast.
The first time they lifted their fragile little neck.
The moment they wobbled like a tiny roly-poly toy before finally flipping over.
The first taste of baby food.
That’s it.
The more she thought about it, the more she missed them.
She needed to make a quick call.
Hae-soo excused herself, clutching her phone as she walked toward the back entrance of the bar. Just as she reached for her phone, someone entered at the same time, bumping into her.
“Oh, sorry.”
She apologized automatically and moved to step past them, but the person didn’t move.
Instead, they stood firmly in her way.
Puzzled, she looked up—just as the man, as if wanting her to recognize him, pulled down the cap he had been pressing low over his face.
“It’s been a while, noona.”
Her eyebrows, which had been furrowed in confusion, smoothed out in recognition.
“…Jihyuk?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh… You’re out of the military?”
His hair was cut short, sticking out messily under his cap, making it obvious.
“Yeah, just recently.”
“Wow, congratulations.”
Her response was short, and she had nothing else to add, so an awkward silence settled between them.
Their last encounter had ended in a clumsy confession, and the lingering tension from that moment still seemed to hover between them. Hae-soo, feeling awkward, tucked her phone back into her pocket and scratched her head. Jihyuk’s gaze flickered to her hand.
“Are you still seeing him?”
“Huh?”
“Your boyfriend.”
Only then did Hae-soo realize he was looking at the ring on her finger.
“Oh, um… yeah, I am.”
More than just dating, she had a child with Ho-beom now.
“What about you? Why did you come outside? Were you leaving?”
Jihyuk let out a dry chuckle before responding.
“No, I just stepped out to call.”
“Then let’s go back inside.”
“Huh?”
Before she could object, Jihyuk led her back into the pub.
As soon as they entered, the room erupted into an even louder commotion. Names were called out, excited voices overlapping, particularly from the female students.
Huh. I didn’t know he was this popular.
“Unnie! You’re back?”
Jian, now slightly tipsy, spotted Hae-soo and came running.
“Oh, Jihyuk! You said you couldn’t come!”
She grinned, glancing between Jihyuk and Hae-soo.
“Hm, still, huh?”
“What are you saying? If you hadn’t texted me, I wouldn’t have come.”
“Oh yeah? What did I say? That Hae-soo unnie would be here… Hey! Hey!”
Before she could finish, Jihyuk turned away irritably.
Jian smirked and linked arms with Hae-soo.
“Come on, unnie. Let’s drink. We’re finally graduating!”
A glass of soju was pressed into her hands.
“It’s over! No more exams, no more assignments!”
Jian laughed brightly, and Hae-soo found herself smiling too. But as she looked down at the brimming glass, she hesitated.
“I haven’t really drunk much before…”
When was it again?
Because the memory of getting a strange drink from Lee Ho-beom was so vividly etched in her mind, Hae-soo had avoided alcohol ever since. After keeping her distance for so long, it wasn’t easy to suddenly close that gap. As she hesitated, unable to muster the courage, Jian poured her a bit of soju and mixed in some cola from the side.
“If you drink it like this, it’s not bad at all!”
Since she had already come all the way here, going home sober would be cheating—Jian pouted in protest. Unable to resist, Hae-soo took a sip of the carbonated, alcohol-infused liquid. The taste was more tolerable than she expected, so she took another sip, then another. Seeing this, Jian cheered lightly, as if saying That’s it!
Rather than just sitting around, Jian insisted they go have some fun and dragged Hae-soo into the crowd. Before she knew it, the drink Jian had been having earlier became hers.
Her classmates seemed especially curious about Hae-soo, a late-start university student who had also taken an extra two-year leave of absence. The ones showing the most interest, overwhelmingly, were the male students.
Hae-soo only responded to the questions she could answer and, without realizing it, kept sipping her fizzy drink. At some point, she stopped tasting the carbonation, yet the alcohol didn’t feel bitter either. A telltale sign that the intoxication was settling in.
“Noona, are you drunk?”
It was Choi Ji-hyuk, sitting at another table, who first noticed her condition. Thanks to him, Hae-soo was able to slip away from the crowded table and find a quieter spot to sit down.
“Huh? Unnie, why are you over here?”
Just then, Jian, who had gone to the restroom, spotted them and approached. Jian was the type to get tipsy quickly at first but then sober up as she drank more, and sure enough, her eyes were now clear. Ji-hyuk gave her a disapproving once-over.
“I knew it the moment you kept making her drink.”
“Gasp! Unnie, are you drunk?”
“Can’t you tell just by looking?”
Hae-soo leaned back against the chair, blankly staring into space. A rosy flush spread over her wax-pale cheeks. Her usually composed eyelids drooped weakly, and her pupils had turned slightly cloudy. Anyone could see that she was exhausted from drinking. Just as Jian was about to take care of her, someone called her from a distance.
“Hey, Choi Ji-hyuk. Just watch over her for a bit.”
“Huh? Why me…?”
Before Ji-hyuk could protest, Jian vanished in an instant.
Left alone, Ji-hyuk sighed and glanced at Hae-soo.
“I’m sleepy…”
Hae-soo, who had been slowly blinking her large eyes, rubbed at them before suddenly slumping onto the table. Ji-hyuk quickly scanned the surroundings, worried she might get hurt. Luckily, there weren’t any knives or plates nearby.
“Noona, you can’t sleep here. You need to go home and sleep.”
“My phone… Where is it?”
“Your phone?”
“I put it in my bag earlier…”
Hae-soo murmured in a voice that grew increasingly drowsy as she rested her head on her folded arms atop the table. Ji-hyuk watched her for a moment before chuckling softly. He’d never seen her act like this before.
“I need to call the baby…”
“Should I bring your bag?”
He had no idea why she was suddenly talking about a baby, but since she seemed to be looking for her phone, Ji-hyuk went to retrieve her bag. Her drunken fingers fumbled clumsily, unable to even open it. Watching her fail repeatedly, Ji-hyuk let out a deep sigh.
“Give it here.”
He opened the bag, rummaged through it, and pulled out her phone. Just as he was about to hand it to her, he let out a short laugh.
Hae-soo, who had been urgently searching for her phone just moments ago, had already slumped back onto the table with her eyes shut. Her drinking habits were worse than he expected. She might wake up soon, so he decided to leave the phone in front of her.
Bzzzt.
The screen lit up. Someone was calling her. Ji-hyuk’s gaze naturally drifted to the caller ID. The three floating characters unmistakably belonged to a man.
‘Oh, uh… Yeah… We’re still together.’
His eyes flickered from Hae-soo’s face, flushed and breathing softly, to the ring adorning her curled ring finger, and finally back to the phone, which kept buzzing insistently as if demanding to be answered.
Before he knew it—
“Hello?”
—he had picked up the call, driven by a sudden surge of irritation.
[……]
Silence came from the other end.
Ji-hyuk belatedly realized what he had just done. But now that the call had been answered, he couldn’t just hang up. And strangely, he didn’t want to.
[Who are you?]
A deep, heavy voice finally came through. Ji-hyuk flinched involuntarily.
Despite holding the phone at a reasonable distance, it felt like his ears were being pierced by needles.
“Ah, uh, I’m Hae-soo noona’s classmate.”
[Then.]
“What?”
[Then why the hell are you answering the phone?]
Skipping formalities entirely, the man immediately started speaking down to him. Ji-hyuk was momentarily speechless.
Was this really someone Hae-soo knew?
This guy’s energy felt completely at odds with her usual quiet and gentle nature.
But there was no time to dwell on that.
The deep voice that carried through the receiver had an undeniable weight to it—one that made it nearly impossible to defy.
Just as Ji-hyuk struggled to find something to say, the voice on the other end cut in again.
[Put Lee Ji-an on the phone.]
Hearing the familiar name, Ji-hyuk pulled the phone away from his ear, looking baffled.
Then he gestured for Jian to come over.
Jian approached and casually sat beside Hae-soo, taking the phone from Ji-hyuk’s hand. Before answering, she mouthed, Who is it?
Ji-hyuk had no real answer to give.
Seeing his confused expression, Jian tilted her head but brought the phone to her ear.
Moments later, she nearly jumped out of her seat.
“Gasp! Yes! Hello! Oh, uh, here? The name of the place is…”
Fidgeting anxiously, she scanned the surroundings before managing to recite the restaurant’s name.
She then repeatedly bowed, as if talking to someone particularly intimidating, before her mouth dropped open.
“Y-you’re coming here? Oh, uh, okay. Yes. I’ll take care of Hae-soo unnie until then… Yes…”
Jian’s exaggerated reaction quickly drew the attention of nearby tables.
Ji-hyuk, watching her gape in shock, reached out and gently pushed her jaw shut before asking,
“What did they say?”
“They… they’re coming here. In person.”
“Who?”
“Hae-soo unnie’s boyfriend... I guess?”
Jian, looking as if she couldn’t tell whether this was a dream or reality, stammered out her thoughts.
At her answer, someone nearby unconsciously let out a “Wow.”
Tonight’s gathering was practically an end-of-semester party. Since their department had a small number of students, they were all quite close, and even some graduates had joined.
That was one of the reasons Hae-soo had decided to attend. She had already entered university late, was older than most of her peers, and had even taken a two-year leave of absence, making her year of enrollment feel impossibly distant. But with several familiar faces here, including some graduates and Jian, she had felt comfortable enough to come.
So, in this gathering, there were just as many people who knew Hae-soo as there were juniors who didn’t. And since Hae-soo had unknowingly become somewhat of a well-known figure in the department, curiosity about her mysterious boyfriend naturally followed.
No one had ever seen him, making him even more of an enigma. There were even rumors back when Hae-soo was still attending school—before her pregnancy—that her ring might just be for show.
“So, she really does have someone.”
That was probably what everyone was thinking.
The drinking party soon regained its lively atmosphere.
Yet, after Jian’s stunned revelation, people occasionally glanced toward the entrance. By the time several rounds of drinks had been downed, a car pulled up in front of the bar.
A sleek, luxury sedan cut through the deepening night air.
From the backseat, someone opened the door and stepped out.
His endlessly long legs and broad upper body formed an oddly striking balance. Though the season was racing toward early spring, the cold air surrounding the man was so distinct that one might mistake it for the dead of winter. That impression was further reinforced by his sharp, meticulously defined features.
His aura didn’t evoke the serene stillness of the night but rather the murky turbulence of deep, muddy waters. He was undeniably handsome, to the point where calling him tall and good-looking wouldn’t be an overstatement, yet the most striking thing about him was his raw, unfiltered presence. The sheer arrogance in his gaze was enough to make anyone instinctively lower their head.
Even just a glance from him felt like having one’s retina scraped by something crude and abrasive. With an aura so overwhelming that people instinctively wished he would just walk past them, the man, unfortunately, opened the door and stepped inside.
The eyes of the department students, who had rented out the entire place for the night, all turned to him. But even as he became the center of attention, he remained utterly unfazed.
Sweeping his gaze over the unfamiliar faces with indifference, the man soon spotted someone inside and strode forward. The heavy, deliberate thud of his footsteps reverberated through the space, striking like frost-coated blades against the ears.
“E-Excuse me, but...”
Jian, who had been frozen the moment he appeared, suddenly snapped back to reality and shot to her feet. There was no need to ask any further questions—his next action said everything.
The man went straight to Hae-soo, who had been nodding off, and lifted her up.
“Her phone?”
“Oh, here it is!”
Swallowing hard, Jian quickly handed it over. As he took the phone, Lee Ho-beom turned his head.
“Bag.”
Still standing blankly, Choi Jihyuk unconsciously handed over the bag he had been holding. Something about this man carried an inexplicable air of authority—one that made defiance feel like an invitation for disaster.
Now that he was seeing him up close, Jihyuk noticed a long scar running from his cheek to the corner of his mouth.
“Is that... a tattoo?”
As his mind processed one anomaly, more emerged.
Leaning forward to support Hae-soo’s waist, the man’s shirt collar shifted slightly, revealing an intricate, dark tattoo. His hand, which was firmly wrapped around Hae-soo to keep her steady, bore another bold and menacing design across the back.
Seeing all this, Choi Jihyuk had no choice but to accept the truth—this man was not involved in any ordinary line of work.
The once lively bar had turned eerily silent, as if completely overtaken by the presence of a single person. Yet, even under the weight of countless sharp, prying gazes, Lee Ho-beom didn’t waver for a second as he carried Hae-soo out.
As Shin Chul-woo had mentioned, since the bar was tucked into an alley, the car had been moved to make a U-turn. The sedan was no longer parked in front.
“So cold...”
Hae-soo, leaning against Lee Ho-beom, shivered slightly as she murmured. Just as he was helping her into her coat, he noticed that the bar patrons were still staring at them.
He turned his head slightly. More than a few pairs of eyes met his. And yet, as soon as their gazes locked, they immediately looked away in a hurry.
Not all of them, though.
Lee Ho-beom quickly identified one exception.
The brat who had answered the phone so rudely earlier.
Choi Jihyuk, still standing in the exact spot where they had faced each other moments ago, was glaring straight at him.
“Such an intense stare. Makes me want to stick a knife in him.”
“Hmm...?”
Amused by the reckless audacity, Lee Ho-beom let out a low chuckle and leaned down.
There, beyond the thin glass barrier separating the indoor and outdoor spaces, he made sure everyone could see—he kissed Hae-soo deeply.
He swallowed every tiny breath and whimper she let out, thoroughly exploring every corner of her mouth. The faint taste of alcohol and the lingering warmth from her lips transferred over to him.
The moment their lips parted with a soft smack, the car pulled up. Without a glance back, he ushered Hae-soo into the backseat. Whether the bystanders whispered in shock or gossiped among themselves wasn’t his concern.
As she curled up against him, half-buried in his embrace, Hae-soo tilted her chin and mumbled.
“I’m sleepy.”
Lee Ho-beom nipped at her flushed cheek like he was tasting fruit, then guided her head onto his lap.
Through her half-lidded eyes, Hae-soo gazed up at him.
“The baby?”
“The baby what.”
“Is the baby asleep?”
“No.”
“Huh? Then what is the baby doing?”
“Playing on my lap, obviously.”
Hae-soo rolled her large eyes as if she didn’t quite understand at first. But soon, she realized he was referring to her and frowned.
“Nooo, I meant our baby.”
“Our baby is asleep.”
“Asleep?”
Hae-soo, her speech slurred and her tongue slightly tangled, latched onto his words. She repeated them a few times before suddenly shaking her head as if she had just realized something unpleasant.
“You’re being dirty again…”
Lee Ho-beom, who had been absentmindedly playing with her falling hair, raised an eyebrow. He retraced their conversation with a quizzical look before letting out a short, amused chuckle.
“You little brat.”
“Mmm.”
“Who said I meant that?”
When he playfully pinched her nose, Hae-soo whined in protest.
“If you want, I can take it out. Just unzip.”
With a wicked smirk, Ho-beom grabbed the back of her head and pressed her face down toward his lap. The outline of his erection, which had been steadily growing since she first leaned on him, was now impossible to ignore. The heated firmness of it brushed against her cheek, making Hae-soo squirm.
After a brief but intense struggle in the cramped car, they finally arrived home. Hae-soo, who had been slurring her words since earlier, bolted out of the car the moment it stopped. Ho-beom, knowing she was heavily intoxicated, managed to catch up with her just as she reached the elevator and wrapped an arm around her waist.
“I have to check on the baby, our Hae-won.”
“I get it, but can you calm down? Your drunk habits are a real pain in the ass.”
Perhaps because her mind was too far gone, she kept jabbing the already pressed button over and over again until Ho-beom grabbed her hand to stop her.
Even when they finally reached the top floor, Hae-soo darted out like an untamed colt. Ho-beom, knowing she had no other place to run to, followed her leisurely this time.
Contrary to his expectations, she hadn’t entered yet. Instead, she stood in front of the door, clutching her head as if she were trying to remember something. Seeing her struggling with the passcode, he sighed, pulled her back, and effortlessly keyed it in for her. The moment the lock released, she rushed inside.
Kicking off her shoes haphazardly, Hae-soo ran straight to the living room—only to stop in her tracks. Her lips parted into a wide smile the instant she saw someone.
“Hae-won! My baby!”
The baby, who had been holding onto the couch while sucking on a pacifier, began bouncing with excitement at the sight of her mother. The little one’s lips curled into a heart shape, so cute that Hae-soo wanted to smother her with kisses right away. And that new pajama set—yellow with little spaceships printed all over—was just too adorable.
Still unable to walk on her own, Hae-won desperately fumbled along the couch, trying to reach her mother.
Noticing the effort, Hae-soo quickly stepped forward, scooped her up under her arms, and lifted her into the air. The baby’s short, chubby arms immediately wrapped around her mother’s neck.
“Did you do well? You missed Mommy, didn’t you?”
As she covered her baby’s soft, plump cheeks with kisses, a faint scent of formula milk lingered.
“You’re home?”
A middle-aged babysitter, who had been watching over the baby, approached them. Hae-soo bowed slightly while still holding Hae-won in her arms.
“Yes. I got back too late, didn’t I? I’m so sorry.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. More hours just mean more pay for me.”
“But I heard the baby was asleep… Why is she awake?”
“Oh, don’t even get me started. I finally got her to sleep, and the moment the boss left, she woke up like a ghost and cried the whole time. It took forever to calm her down.”
Still holding the baby, Hae-soo gently rocked her in her arms. “Really? You did that, huh?” she cooed.
As if she understood, Hae-won scrunched up her eyes and let out a gummy smile. Now that she looked closer, the baby’s eyelids were slightly puffy.
“Hae-won’s eyes are red… What do I do?”
Normally, she would’ve just stroked them lightly, but the alcohol in her system made her emotions bubble up stronger than usual. With a heavy heart, she kissed the baby’s eyelids over and over again.
Watching this, the babysitter widened her eyes in surprise.
“Oh my, did you drink?”
“Yeah… A little…”
Come to think of it, her words had been drawn out, and her usually cool, composed expression was now soft and drowsy. Normally, she carried an air of detachment—almost cold—but today, she smiled so easily. The babysitter stared at her, as if she had discovered something fascinating.
“I’ve never seen you like this before.”
“I usually don’t drink…”
“Maybe you should, once in a while. You look much better when you smile like this.”
With that simple observation, the babysitter gathered her things and got ready to leave.
“Be safe on your way home.”
After a brief farewell, Hae-soo returned to the couch, still holding Hae-won. She pulled the pacifier out of the baby’s mouth, and the little one began babbling nonsense—”Dya dya,” “Umu,” “Uhmma”—in a series of adorable, incoherent sounds.
Lately, Hae-won had been drooling a lot, perhaps because she was teething. Hae-soo picked up a handkerchief placed nearby and gently wiped around the baby’s mouth. She tried to be careful, but Hae-won seemed uncomfortable anyway, squirming and making little noises like “Eubyu, eubyu.”
“Hae-won, stay still. Let me clean you.”
At the soft urging, the baby instead grabbed the handkerchief with her mouth and started sucking on it. Hae-soo had no choice but to let go of the handkerchief and sit the baby upright. The baby’s eyes, as clear and shiny as glass beads, were filled with her reflection. Throughout her time at the bar, Hae-soo had been haunted by thoughts of this round, cherubic face.
“Why are you so pretty? Whose baby are you?”
Whispering like a doting mother, Hae-won suddenly raised both hands as if she understood and burst into giggles. Hae-soo held the tiny hands and played with them.
“Such small hands, small feet… a cute nose, cute lips… yeah…”
As Hae-soo rubbed her forehead against the baby’s small head, Hae-won reached out and touched her mother’s cheek. Though the baby didn’t understand, Hae-soo felt a quiet warmth in her heart from that touch. Whenever this warmth enveloped her, Hae-soo felt a deeper sense of peace than ever before.
But then, the warmth suddenly disappeared.
Hae-soo looked up in confusion, like someone who had just been robbed of a treasure. Hae-won, who had been abruptly taken from her arms, was now in the embrace of Lee Ho-beom, who had appeared out of nowhere.
In his arms, the baby looked as tiny as a doll. Hae-won squirmed in her father’s hold, occasionally touching his strong jawline as if it were a toy, and giggled as if something amused her.
Hae-soo blinked slowly, the scene feeling surreal.
It was inevitable.
The sight of the white baby cradled in his tattooed arm, which was now exposed after rolling up his sleeve, was as contrasting as oil and water, yet oddly harmonious.
One thing Hae-soo had newly learned about Lee Ho-beom was that he was unexpectedly skilled at handling the baby.
There had been several instances when she was at a loss, and he stepped in effortlessly to resolve the situation. Each time, she was reminded of the gap in experience between them.
“Why are you taking her? Give her back. My baby…”
“Ahn Hae-soo, are you out of your mind?”
“I’m fine!”
Her words were slurred, but she spoke confidently. Lee Ho-beom gently touched her flushed cheek, still warm, and gestured toward the bathroom.
“Go wash up. I’ll let you hold her again when you’re done.”
At his words, Hae-soo jumped up and hurried to the bathroom.
She’s really lost it…
Lee Ho-beom chuckled as he watched her disappear in an instant. Meanwhile, Hae-won, who had been rubbing her forehead against his shoulder, started fussing in his arms. He carried the baby to the bedroom.
It was quite late, and perhaps because she was sleepy, Hae-won began dozing off in her father’s arms.
As he patted her back, she whimpered softly, stared blankly into space, and blinked her eyelids busily before finally drifting off to sleep.
After laying the baby down, Lee Ho-beom left the bedroom and, as if following a routine, headed to the bathroom.
As he approached, he noticed no sound of running water. Instead, Hae-soo was struggling in the dressing room, unable to take off a thick sweater. He watched in disbelief before stepping in to help. Her face, now fully exposed, was beet red.
“I can’t breathe,” she muttered, clearly unaware that he had helped her undress. She immediately reached for the buckle of her pants. Lee Ho-beom, curious to see how far she’d go, quietly observed. As more of her pale skin became visible, his eyes narrowed.
Despite having given birth, her figure remained slim, yet her curves—her firm breasts and the plump hips barely covered by thin panties—were undeniably sensual, captivating his gaze.
She seemed to be trying to remove her panties first, as her fingers reached her hips. As she bent over, her unsteady body lost balance, and she stumbled. Lee Ho-beom, engrossed in her unintentional striptease, reacted a beat too late. With a heavy thud, they both fell to the floor, with Hae-soo landing on top of him.
“Ah, I fell,” Hae-soo murmured, burying her forehead against his collarbone and shaking slightly. Lee Ho-beom lifted her chin, and her relaxed features, softened by alcohol, broke into a smile. She laughed brightly, as if nearly falling while undressing was the funniest thing.
Lee Ho-beom, his expression stiff and cold, watched her face before half-sitting up.
“Ahn Hae-soo.”
“Hmm?”
“If you ever drink with another guy again, you’re in trouble.”
Despite his usual lack of smiles, he found himself laughing more today. Though he knew it was the alcohol messing with his brain, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her face. It was a face that made him feel like he was dreaming something enchanting.
“Huh?”
“Only drink in front of me, only in front of me.”
He corrected himself shortly, leaning his upper body against the mirrored wardrobe. Hae-soo, sitting on top of him, nodded obliviously, not understanding a word.
Lee Ho-beom, feeling utterly entranced, slowly brushed his fingers across her cheek. Hae-soo, enjoying the sensation, nuzzled against his large hand. One of his fingers, moving like it was on a string, pressed gently against her lower lip. Instinctively, she parted her lips and took his finger into her mouth.
He pushed his middle finger deeper, lightly exploring her mouth. As he rubbed against the roof of her mouth, Hae-soo sucked on his finger, swallowing her saliva. Feeling the sticky sensation of her mucous membranes, Lee Ho-beom’s jaw tightened. He added another finger.
“Pretend it’s a dick and suck it.”
When he urged her with a tap, Hae-soo lowered her eyes with an innocent expression, as if she knew nothing, and pursed her lips into a round shape. The way she wrapped her plump lips around his finger, sucking and pulling as if it were a pacifier, directly heated his lower body. Ho-beom moved his two fingers back and forth, as if thrusting. Schlick, schlurp, schlick. The wet, squelching sounds were as if he were probing her lower hole.
With his dark, sunken eyes, he reached behind her with his free hand. Even as she felt the bra hook come undone, Hae-soo diligently continued to lick his fingers. As if praising her for doing well, he pressed and rubbed his tongue against hers, eliciting a sweet moan from her. At that moment, her bra slipped off, revealing her full, elastic breasts.
“Hoo…”
He couldn’t help but let out an admiring sigh. The shape of her breasts was simply breathtaking. How could something look so tempting, so irresistible? The red nipples, which he wanted to immediately take into his mouth and chew on, stood out prominently.
From the very first day he met Hae-soo, those nipples had completely captivated Ho-beom. When he saw her pale nipples peeking through her disheveled pajamas, he felt a dangerous, dizzying impulse to pin her down and thrust into her recklessly. Of course, the desire for the darker, more tempting hole below was an inevitable companion to that thought.
Ho-beom’s eyes narrowed as his wild thoughts spread.
He pulled his fingers, which had been exploring her warm mouth as if it were her lower lips, out of her mouth, now wet with saliva, and gripped her buttocks tightly, pulling her toward him. As their bodies pressed together intimately, Hae-soo fumbled against his chest and straightened her slumped upper body. Then, she grabbed the soft flesh beneath her breasts and pushed her stiff nipples against Ho-beom’s lips.
Ho-beom smirked and naturally took them into his mouth. He sucked on them so hard that his cheeks hollowed, as if he were smoking a cigarette, causing Hae-soo’s lips to part and a suppressed moan to escape. At the same time, a thin liquid trickled from her nipples.
“Hah…”
As the milk ducts inside were stimulated, her nipples involuntarily released a gush of milk, filling the air with a faint, milky scent. Ho-beom licked and shook her nipples with his tongue, encouraging more milk to flow.
It had only been a few months since Hae-soo gave birth to Hae-won, and her breasts were still full of lingering secretions. Even during Hae-won’s breastfeeding days, whatever the baby left behind became Ho-beom’s greedy share. And now, with the transition to formula and solid food, her milk had long since become entirely his. The habit of letting Ho-beom suck on her nipples had become a daily routine, one she had fallen into without realizing it.
“Hng, it hurts, ah…”
He pushed her flesh deep into his mouth, pressing it against his mucous membrane, and then sucked on the tip of her nipple hard enough to hurt. Every action, no matter how tingling or teasing, made Hae-soo’s barely upright body tremble violently.
“You should use your hands too.”
When he urged her gently, Hae-soo moved her slender fingers, which had been supporting her buttocks, to knead her ample breasts as if squeezing out milk. Normally, she would resist, needing coaxing, scolding, or even shame to comply, but today she obeyed without much prompting. Watching her, Ho-beom felt a twisted pleasure deep in his stomach, but at the same time, he was annoyed. As if expressing his irritation, he bit down hard on the nipple he had been sucking.
“Ow…!”
“Did you go out drinking with some other guy while smelling like this?”
“Hng… it hurts, be gentle…”
“Damn it, how can I let you go out when you’re like this? You always seem ready to hook up with some guy.”
Today had been no exception. It was Ji-an’s persistent invitation, and Hae-soo had said it would be the last gathering of her college life, so he had no choice but to let her go, albeit reluctantly. Before he brought her home, drunk, he remembered the eyes of a man who had clearly seen him as a rival. If he had run into that arrogant bastard in a dimly lit place without Hae-soo around, he would have beaten him until that look in his eyes disappeared.
Thinking about it again made Ho-beom irritable, and he roughly chewed on Hae-soo’s nipple. High-pitched moans occasionally echoed through the spacious dressing room.
“Ah, ngh… ha…”
Hae-soo looked down at her tingling breasts with half-lidded eyes. After he had toyed with her for a while and spat out her nipple, it was swollen and dripping with white liquid. When she touched it with her fingers, it was so sensitive that her spine tingled. Every time he sucked on her like a baby, it ended up like this. In the midst of it, Hae-soo absentmindedly rubbed her lower body against his pants, feeling an inexplicable itch and heat. Of course, she wasn’t even aware she was doing it.
Naturally, Ho-beom, who was holding her up, noticed her lewd movements. He lifted her body slightly, still holding her waist. The sticky thread of her arousal stretched thickly between her thighs and the fabric of his pants.
“Ha.”
He held her damp body firmly with both hands and pressed his knee against her crotch. The blunt, soft pressure made her feel good, and she rocked her body timidly back and forth. Damn it, her honest display of desire, something he had never seen before, made his head boil. Unable to resist, he pulled her closer and kissed her. Hae-soo, though clumsy, tangled her tongue with his and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Her hands then slid down like water, reaching the buttons of Ho-beom’s shirt. Ho-beom leaned the back of his head against the mirror and watched her.
After fumbling a few times, she finally managed to undo the buttons and slowly ran her palm over his chest, which was covered in dark tattoos. Occasionally, she glanced up as if checking his reaction. Each time, Ho-beom acted as if he would allow her to do anything, leisurely kneading her buttocks.
Breathing heavily, her fingers timidly moved to Ho-beom’s nipple. The flat, masculine nub nestled among the dark tattoos.
Mimicking what he had done to her, she circled his nipple with her fingertips. It seemed to harden slightly under her touch. Hae-soo, through her hazy senses, noticed that Ho-beom’s expression remained completely unshaken, unlike her body’s reactions. Hesitating, she lowered her head.
“Ha.”
He looked down at the woman who had started sucking on his nipple with a bemused expression.
Her clumsy technique, busily moving her tongue and pursing her lips, was almost enough to make him leak sticky milk himself.
Every time Hae-soo moved her small, red lips and smeared saliva on his nipple, it wasn’t his chest that reacted—it was his penis. The nerves that had been going crazy since he first saw her naked body twisted and pulsed, sending blood rushing upward.
“No matter how much you suck, milk won’t come out of me.”
Hae-soo, who had been rubbing his broad nipple with the tip of her tongue, looked up at his words. Her lips were still parted, and a thick, silvery thread of saliva stretched between her tongue and his nipple.
“Touch here instead.”
He pulled Hae-soo closer and sat her down, his hand slipping into the loosened waistband of her pants to grasp his already erect member.
“You’ve been teasing me since the car, desperately searching for it, right? Huh?”
“Mhm…”
Her face, flushed from the alcohol, nodded obediently without a hint of resistance. Ah, this is driving me crazy. Why is she so provocatively stirring me up today? Lee Ho-beom sucked lightly on Hae-soo’s moist lips, like a perfectly ripe fruit, before releasing them and slowly guiding her small hand to his thick, rod-like cock.
Hae-soo wrapped her arms around his neck, her other hand gently stroking the head of his shaft. The tip, already slick with sticky precum, swelled even more, welcoming her touch.
As her hand moved up and down his length, strands of sticky fluid stretched between her fingers. Watching this, Hae-soo suddenly felt her throat go dry. Before she could even think, her body was already leaning down.
“What’s gotten into you, doing such pretty things, huh…?”
Ho-beom gently gripped her hair, careful not to hurt her, as she took his dark cock into her mouth.
Perhaps because of the alcohol, her mouth felt unusually warm. As she pleasured him, he reached down to squeeze her soft, jiggling breasts.
Earlier, he had teased her nipples, causing her milk to drip down, unable to find its way anywhere else.
Ho-beom felt an overwhelming thrill seeing this woman, who had given birth to his child and still had milk flowing in her breasts, now eagerly sucking on his member.
Especially as her lower half, reflected in the mirror, revealed her glistening, wet entrance, dripping with arousal.
“Ahn Hae-soo, does sucking your oppa’s cock excite you?”
“Mhm, uh, uh…”
“Why are you dripping so much already?”
He enjoyed the tightness of her mouth, pulling out just before it became too deep, then standing his shaft upright. Hae-soo, as if trained, buried her face in his groin, sucking on his swollen balls.
She took his massive scrotum into her mouth, sucking so hard that Ho-beom’s brow furrowed in pleasure.
Unable to hold back, he grabbed her hair and kissed her. Hae-soo, climbing up his beast-like body, managed to straddle his thighs as their kiss deepened.
“It’s ticklish, down there…”
“Where?”
Taking advantage of the brief pause in their kiss, she whimpered softly. When Ho-beom asked, she hesitated, then guided his hand between her legs. As she relaxed her body, she rocked her hips, grinding against his palm, her arousal gushing out like a fountain. Ho-beom suddenly thrust two fingers inside, spreading her open.
“Ah!”
“Huh. Look at how wet you are. It’s already a flood in there.”
“Mhm, mhm…! Ah!”
Using his other fingers and palm to steady her, he began to thrust in and out, stirring her insides. The pleasure was intense, and Hae-soo panted, rubbing her forehead against his shoulder. With each sharp cry, her thighs trembled, and more of her slick fluids dripped down.
“Don’t tense up. It’s hard to fuck you like this.”
“Ah, ah… it feels good… uh…!”
“You like it here, Hae-soo?”
“Yes, yes. It feels good… ah…”
“It’d feel even better if I went deeper. You’d be squirming and dripping even more. Right?”
Hae-soo nodded, her face flushed red. She looked like a devout believer, completely entranced by the ecstasy of sex.
And that expression only further excited Ho-beom. He felt his mouth go dry with thirst as he stroked his thick cock, which had been throbbing impatiently. He grunted, urging her on.
“Put it in yourself.”
Her trembling thighs, tense with anticipation, spread open at his gesture. Hae-soo grasped his cock, positioning herself slowly.
The smooth tip brushed against her entrance, and she felt a throbbing ache. The anticipation made her pulse between her legs.
Since they had done this before, the head easily pushed in, stretching her open.
“Ah, ah…!”
With the tip inside, all she had to do was lower her hips to take him deeper. The thought of his massive cock rearranging her insides made her desperate.
Hae-soo placed her hands on his shoulders and slowly lowered herself. Her cautious movements allowed his slick shaft to slide in bit by bit. At some point, the resistance inside her grew, and she let out a soft sigh.
“I can’t take it…”
Ho-beom, who had been watching her with superhuman patience as she tried to take him in, let out a rough chuckle.
“Why not?”
“You’re… too big.”
A deep, instinctive fear lingered somewhere within her, warning her that if she sat down right now, her lower abdomen might feel like it was being ripped open. Lee Ho-beom furrowed one side of his brow and firmly gripped Hae-soo’s hips.
“What’s wrong with you? It’s not like this is the first time.”
“Ah, wait…! Ah…!”
“You, huh? You’ve already had my kid ten times over, and now you’re acting all shy?”
His large hands moved without care. Hae-soo was forced to sit down abruptly, and as the overwhelming sensation surged inside her, she let out a sharp, involuntary moan.
Ho-beom, as if trying to ease her tension, took a mouthful of her plump, jiggling breast right in front of him. He licked the dark, bumpy areola thoroughly and then sucked on the prominent nipple, causing the inside of her, where his greedy member was thrusting, to tremble violently.
Even in the midst of this, the tight, clinging sensation around his shaft was an undeniable pleasure that returned to him.
He soothed his boiling desire by sucking on the flowing breast milk and waited patiently, but Hae-soo, panting and moaning, showed no intention of moving. For him, who was dying to thrust into her soft, plush flesh right now, this was nothing short of torture. Eventually, Ho-beom gently licked the nipple, now beaded with white droplets, and began to shake her small body up and down at his own pace.
“Hah, ah, uh…! Ah…!”
As he spread her buttocks wide, the mirror behind them reflected the obscene line of her cleft and the hole twitching below, with his thick shaft buried deep inside. He savored the visual stimulation, spreading her buttocks and thrusting rhythmically, even though he hadn’t done it many times yet, her entrance already showing signs of giving in.
“Ah, no…! Wait, hahk…!”
“What?”
“Not yet, hng, you can’t move yet….”
“Stop trembling like that and talk. Fuck, you’re squeezing so tight I’m about to come already.”
Hae-soo tilted her head as if to stop his vulgar, barbaric words and kissed him. In the past, he might have been surprised by her initiating such skin contact and stopped unconsciously, but the current Ho-beom was different.
Perhaps because he was now somewhat confident in her feelings, he instead welcomed her tongue and lifted her waist with a forceful thrust.
“Hah, it’s deep… ah…!”
“Where, here?”
As he thrust upward into the spot where she reacted most strongly, Hae-soo trembled all over as if electrocuted, gasping for breath. When he smacked the inflamed inner walls repeatedly, waiting for her answer, she reluctantly nodded.
“Yes, yes.”
“I can go deeper here, you know.”
Ho-beom boasted with a sly smile, spreading her pale buttocks wide and pushing his half-pulled-out shaft back in smoothly. The insertion, which had been a bit tight, became easier as her fluids soaked the joining area.
“Ahh!”
As the now-slick inside was stimulated, an unbearably sweet thrill pierced her lower abdomen. Hae-soo could no longer hold back and began to shake her plump buttocks back and forth enticingly. Ho-beom’s heated, blurred gaze watched her lewd movements through the mirror.
Her medium-length hair, barely covering her perky nipples, swayed precariously. Below, her still-slender waistline, despite having given birth, contrasted maddeningly with her plump, full buttocks.
But what he liked most was his own cock, thrusting breathlessly between the two halves of her buttocks.
Because he was spreading her entrance so wide, the creamy, sticky fluid stretching from the joining area was clearly visible.
“Hah, ah, slowly, uh….”
Hae-soo, whose insides were being ravaged as he gripped her waist, pleaded with unfocused eyes.
“With your mouth?”
Ho-beom growled like a beast on the hunt, his breath heavy and unrestrained. His demon-like eyes were fixed on the hole he was still thrusting into breathlessly.
The man’s blatant, promiscuous nature during sex was so vividly apparent that Hae-soo felt a faint shiver. She quickly caught on to what he wanted. Normally, she might have avoided it out of embarrassment or other reasons, but her alcohol-fogged mind made it easy for her to comply.
“Ah, uh, oppa. Slowly….”
Ho-beom, who had been urging her to move lewdly as he gripped her hips, suddenly stopped. The abrupt silence that followed the cessation of movement sent a strange shiver down Hae-soo’s spine. The absence of even the man’s rough breathing felt like a threatening tremor to her.
“Ahk!”
Her body was flipped over in an instant.
Lying on the marble floor, Hae-soo’s ankles were grabbed, and her thoroughly ravaged lower half was fully exposed. In her panicked gaze, the man’s face, drenched in primal instinct, filled her vision. As a pungent sensation ran down each vertebra, he began to press down on her inner walls with a force that could only be described as sadistic.
“Ah, ah, ah…! Uh, ah, wait… hng!”
Thrust, thrust, thrust!
His thick shaft slammed into her, then pulled out in the blink of an eye, only to thrust back in before she could even catch her breath. In between, her stimulated entrance repeated lewd relaxations and contractions, spraying wet fluids like a fountain.
It felt like her sensitive walls were being beaten. The sound of their sweat-soaked flesh colliding and separating was eerily similar to the sound of punches. It was a sex that could only be described as fist-like.
The problem was that the pleasure that surged like a tidal wave from that sadistic act was overwhelming.
Hae-soo, held captive by him as her lower half was mercilessly penetrated, cried as if she might faint, barely managing to curl and uncurl her toes. It felt like sharp, thrilling lightning was striking her entire body.
Perhaps it was due to the intoxication or something else, but her senses were heightened more than usual. Somewhere in her brain, it felt like it was being twisted violently, and abnormal flashes of light kept flickering before her eyes.
“You damn fox!”
The man’s panting voice, which briefly pierced her ears, was so distorted that it wouldn’t be strange to conclude he had lost his mind. Lee Ho-beom greedily sucked on Hae-soo’s plump earlobe and thrust his lower body wildly, as if he had gone insane.
He swallowed her gasps, biting and sucking on her lips as she tried to push him away, relentlessly increasing his pace. He was desperately thirsty, moving his hips obscenely as if he believed he could only taste relief at the end of this frantic thrusting.
Before she knew it, the floor where her buttocks and his knees met had become a puddle, soaked with the fluids she had spilled.
“Mmm, ah, gently… ah…!”
She choked back moans and finally managed to push against his chest, but it was like trying to move a boulder—he didn’t budge an inch.
Hae-soo, feeling dizzy as her vision spun, had no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck. Ho-beom pressed his lips close to her ear and muttered incomprehensible words. Whatever he was saying, it was undoubtedly vulgar and lewd, given that it was coming from him.
The intense pounding showed no signs of stopping. Ho-beom had always taken a long time to reach his climax. He was an excessively virile man. Hae-soo, gasping and twisting her head, caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, sprawled on the floor.
The sight of their naked, entangled bodies was like that of animals in heat, holed up in a cave. Especially the man, who was revealing the base, filthy desires buried deep in his nature, shaking his hips wildly.
Seeing that, she suddenly felt a surge of resentment.
“You, hng, said you’d go slow! Ah!”
“Yeah, I love you too.”
“You damn, hng, bastard… ah, ah, ah!”
“Huh? I said I love you too, right?”
His incoherent responses made him seem like a true carnivore. Hae-soo, almost in a state of resignation, grabbed the man’s hair as he buried his face in her neck. The wet, squelching sounds from their joined lower bodies continued to echo.
She endured this for what felt like dozens of minutes.
After toying with Hae-soo’s smooth flesh to his heart’s content, the man gradually began to lose control. He firmly gripped her trembling hips, as if trying to prevent her from escaping, and thrust deeply inside her. His thick member pulsed, spreading thick semen across her inner walls.
Hae-soo, her eyes hazy and unfocused, stared at the ceiling as she held him. When Ho-beom, who had been licking her delicate, white neck like a dog, slowly raised his head, their eyes naturally met. Hae-soo noticed his equally dilated pupils and asked in a drained voice,
“Do you really like it when I call you ‘oppa’?”
“Why do you ask? Damn, I almost lost it.”
“You’re a pervert…”
“Let’s do it one more time.”
He coaxed her, gently twisting her plump nipple. A milky droplet trickled down his finger, leaving a lewd trail across her ample curves. The sensation of it all being sucked into his mouth made her hands and feet tremble.
As the sharp pleasure piercing her brain subsided and the lingering waves of orgasm washed over her like a soft current, her mind unraveled again. Whether it was the remaining intoxication or not, her vision spun. Suddenly, an overwhelming drowsiness hit her.
Hae-soo didn’t bother to resist and fell into a deep sleep.
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The Next Day.
Hae-soo sat on the bed with her eyes open but couldn’t come to her senses for a long while. She couldn’t fully grasp the situation.
She was completely naked, and behind her, lying asleep, was Lee Ho-beom. Her skin was covered in countless bruises, and a dull muscle ache pressed down on her nerves.
The long, diagonal rays of sunlight were excessively bright. They were proof that the morning had already passed and noon was approaching.
“...Yesterday.”
How did she get home?
She had faint memories of rolling around all night with Lee Ho-beom, but the events leading up to that moment were completely missing. Her last recollection from the bar was Ji-an mistaking soju for soda and pouring it generously, and her downing the whole glass in one shot, not knowing any better.
Did she manage to get a taxi and come home on her own?
No matter how much she tried to retrace her steps, her memory was blurred as if someone had painted over it with a smudge brush. As she massaged her throbbing head, still heavy from the hangover, a sudden force pulled her arm, making her let out a faint shriek as she collapsed.
“You’ll wake the baby.”
Before she even blinked, she was already in Lee Ho-beom’s embrace, whom she had assumed was still asleep.
As if returning to his rightful place, he naturally buried his face between Hae-soo’s full breasts. The sharp bridge of his nose grazed dangerously between the soft mounds and over her nipple, sending a helpless shiver down her spine.
Startled by his low warning, she quickly glanced back. Next to the bed they shared, a bassinet was neatly attached. Inside, their baby was bundled up in a soft blanket, sleeping peacefully.
“How did I get home yesterday?”
She whispered, keeping her voice low.
Lee Ho-beom lifted his face from her cleavage slightly. It was then that Hae-soo noticed the deep, red marks staining not only her nipples but her entire areolas. The sheer number of them was proof of how relentless and thorough he had been the night before.
“You don’t remember?”
“No… Did I take a taxi?”
“What nonsense.”
“Then the subway?”
“Are you kidding? You got wasted, so I had to go pick you up myself.”
Hae-soo sat there blankly, then suddenly shot up, her upper body jerking upright. Lee Ho-beom, who had been resting one arm under his head, watched her bouncing breasts with amusement, as if entertained.
“You—you went to pick me up?”
“Yes.”
“At the bar?”
“Yeah.”
Her eyes darted around in a panic. He could see exactly where her thoughts were going. Just as she frantically turned her head to grab her phone, Lee Ho-beom, now sitting up at a leisurely pace, grasped her chin and turned her face back toward him.
“So, I guess you don’t remember calling me oppa last night either?”
“M-me? I did?”
Her reaction was exactly what he had expected. Lee Ho-beom ruffled his messy black hair with a scoff, his laugh tinged with irritation.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“What are you talking about? I would never—”
“Oh, but you did.”
He leaned in, his voice mocking.
“Whimpering, ‘Oppa, slowly…’ like that, setting my heart on fire.”
Clicking his tongue, he shook his head as if in disbelief before getting out of bed. Hae-soo, still dazed and scrambling to piece things together, crawled after him on all fours. As he took out a cigarette and put it between his lips, Lee Ho-beom glanced down at her with sharp eyes.
“If you ever get that drunk outside again, just wait and see.”
His voice was firm, his warning absolute.
Just then, their baby started stirring in the bassinet, waking up at the sound of their movements. Whimpering, the child fussed in search of comfort. Without hesitation, Lee Ho-beom scooped the baby up and started patting its back as he walked toward the door.
Still caught up in her scrambled memories, Hae-soo managed to say, “I need to prepare the baby’s food.”
Without turning around, Lee Ho-beom threw a short reply over his shoulder.
“There’s no baby food.”
“Huh?”
“I drank it all last night.”
With that, he shut the door behind him with a loud thud.
Hae-soo could only blink at the closed door, caught between disbelief and exasperation before a small chuckle escaped her lips.
The baby had been weaned for a long time. She was already being fed formula and solid foods. And yet, he deliberately chose those words—forcing her to recall the events of the night before in vivid detail. It was nothing but sheer mischief on his part.
And whose fault was it that her milk hadn’t dried up yet? The baby wasn’t drinking it anymore, but someone else was making sure it didn’t stop flowing.
With a sigh, Hae-soo got off the bed and hurriedly followed after them.
Just another ordinary morning in their lives.
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