PTT - 7

The place Baek Siheon took Raon to was a hotel located just a five-minute walk away. It wasn’t until after they boarded the elevator that he checked the room number they had been assigned.

Room 4701. As he held the card key up to the sensor, a red light lit up next to the number forty-seven, indicating it had been recognized.

The elevator was designed with one side completely made of transparent glass, offering a panoramic view of Seoul’s nighttime cityscape.

Raon, who had been insisting she could walk on her own while stumbling, had already buried her face in Siheon’s chest by the time they reached their floor.

‘What am I going to do with her?’

After bringing her here, he wasn’t sure what to do next. Leaving her alone in her drunken state didn’t sit right with him, even if he went straight home afterward.

It would be best to stay in a separate room on the same floor. Just as he came to this conclusion, the elevator doors slid open on both sides. With one arm around Raon’s shoulder, Baek Siheon carefully guided her out.

“Hmm… I told you, I’m really fine. Let me go now.”

“You’re not okay. Don’t say things that’ll get you into trouble.”

“Agh, seriously… Why won’t you believe me?”

Hearing her mumble, Siheon let out a faint, low chuckle.

Raon, who usually spoke in an overly formal tone, was now reverting to the way she used to speak when drunk.

Suddenly, memories of their college days together surfaced, leaving him with a strange, bittersweet feeling.

“Room 4701… Here we are. Just a moment.”

He pulled the card key from his suit jacket pocket and held it up to the door. A soft beep sounded, and the lock disengaged.

Siheon opened the door and turned on the lights as he supported Raon inside. His plan was to lay her down, make sure she fell asleep, and then head back to the front desk.

“Let’s get you to bed. You’ve had way too much to drink.”

Raon kicked off her low-heeled loafers with a soft thud, one after the other. She couldn’t recall how they’d gotten here, but she felt like she had sobered up a little during the journey—though in reality, she was more intoxicated than ever.

She tilted her head back and blinked slowly up at Baek Siheon. Her long, thick eyelashes fluttered in and out of his field of vision.

“Sunbae.”

“Hmm?”

“This is a hotel… right?”

Exhaling softly, Raon absentmindedly fiddled with her earlobe using her thumb and index finger. Her ears felt burning hot, as if she were coming down with a fever.

This wasn’t the first time she had come to a hotel with Baek Siheon. It had happened once before—five years ago. She had spent that night with him then, too.

She had tried endlessly to erase those memories, but the harder she tried, the clearer they became. How could she possibly forget? It wasn’t just because it had been her first and only sexual experience.

Baek Siheon’s gaze, his breath, his touch—all of it had been overwhelmingly intense. It was as if invisible burns had seared into her pale skin.

Damn him—he had taken everything from her, body and soul. A surge of emotion mixed with a deep, crimson desire rose to the tip of her throat.

The button to control her rationality was already beyond repair.

Pressing herself close to Baek Siheon, Raon grabbed the collar of his shirt with both hands. The next moment, their dry lips collided.

Before he could stop her, she parted her lips slightly and bit down gently on his lower lip. Their entwined breaths were unbearably sweet. He could feel the strength gradually leaving his grip on her jacket collar.

“…”

Caught off guard by the sudden kiss, Siheon’s expression faltered. Reflexively, he almost deepened the kiss but managed to pull back with great self-restraint, gripping her shoulders instead.

Had the whiskey he drank earlier finally hit him? But no, this was unmistakably reality.

“Wait… Yoo Raon. What are you—”

“Sleep with me, Sunbae.”

The intense alcohol had heated her entire body. Her ears were flushed red, and soft, uneven breaths kept escaping from her pliant lips. 

Overcome by dizziness, Raon’s upper body leaned heavily into Siheon. Perhaps she wanted to cling to him, using her drunkenness as an excuse. 

Her heartbeat raced as if it were malfunctioning, pounding like a drum against her eardrums, tickling them with its rhythm. 

“If you don’t want this, push me away. I’ll understand… I’m not completely clueless.” 

Siheon hesitated for a moment, his expression conflicted, before pulling her waist closer to steady her. 

Her flushed face was both endearing and strangely alluring—her saliva-drenched lips glistening, her reddened eyes half-lidded, and her guard completely down. 

Though Raon usually treated him with cold indifference, there was no trace of that frostiness in this moment. 

‘This is maddening…’ 

Siheon clenched and unclenched his fist, the tips of his long, thick fingers tingling with an indescribable sensation. 

No, Baek Siheon instinctively knew what this spreading warmth coursing through his spine was: pleasure. 

He reflexively swallowed, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing. He should push her away. He knew she’d return to her icy demeanor by morning. 

But thud, thud—the threads of his rationality were snapping one by one. Slowly, he cupped Raon’s cheek with his large palm. 

The heat seeping through his calloused skin felt scorching, almost like a burn. 

Struggling to suppress the rising desire, Siheon furrowed his brow and spoke in a strained voice. 

“Yoo Raon… Are you sure you won’t regret this? Look at me. Seriously.” 

“Team Leader… no, Sunbae… why do you always run away? Back then, and even now. Every single time.” 

Raon muttered softly, her hands resting on his firm chest. A low curse slipped out, laced with both hatred and affection. 

For years, she had been tormented by feelings of betrayal, yet she couldn’t forget their night together. Whenever memories resurfaced unbidden, she spent restless nights consumed by longing. 

The scene replayed in her mind dozens of times, growing sharper instead of fading with time. Yoo Raon yearned desperately for Baek Siheon. 

“If you run away again this time… I’ll hate you to death…” 

“You already seem to hate me to death. Don’t you?” 

“How dare someone… toy with another person’s heart like that…” 

The heat that had risen once showed no signs of cooling. Red flushes spread across her pale skin. 

Stung by his words, Raon weakly pounded her fists against his chest a few times. Her strikes lacked strength, barely more than light taps. 

At the same moment, Siheon suddenly lifted her into the air. Startled by the unexpected move, Raon wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as her lightweight body tilted nearly horizontal. 

“What are you doing…?” 

“I can’t hold back anymore.” 

I want to devour you whole—from head to toe. He swallowed the rest of the thought. Effortlessly carrying her, he moved toward the white-toned bed. 

True to its five-star status, the bedding was neatly arranged—but it wouldn’t stay that way for long. In just a few minutes, the sheets and blankets would be crumpled beyond recognition. 

Siheon gently laid Raon down on the bed and brushed her black hair back as he gazed down at her. The ends of his straight eyebrows twitched ever so slightly. 

His sharp nose and the lips beneath it quivered faintly with excitement. 

“Let me warn you, Yoo Raon.” 

I won’t be able to stop. His deep voice trailed off as he loosened his tie and let it drop carelessly to the floor. His suit jacket followed, falling atop the luxurious fabric. 

Now clad only in his vest, he leaned over her, claiming her lips with his own. 

As her lips parted naturally, he slipped his tongue inside, drawing a soft moan from her. “Mmm…” 

It was just a kiss, but already she could feel moisture pooling between her legs, soaking her underwear.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Siheon’s waist, pressing her soft body against him. She wanted to kiss him deeper, longer—she craved for him to explore every inch of her mouth. 

The desire for his tongue to ravage her completely consumed her, rising to the tip of her throat. Perhaps it wasn’t just her mouth she wanted him to explore, but everything beyond it. 

“Haa, hmm…” 

Each time their saliva-soaked lips met and parted, a wet friction sound echoed between them. Siheon nibbled gently on her lower lip with his teeth as he slid his fingers beneath her blouse. 

As he traced his hand up her toned, flat abdomen—devoid of even an ounce of unnecessary fat—Raon shuddered involuntarily. His hot tongue entwined with hers as his hand moved over her bra, cupping her breast firmly. 

Her flesh filled his palm perfectly, as if molded specifically for his grip. 

With practiced ease, he massaged her breast, then pulled back slightly to rub the hardened nipple with the pad of his thumb. 

When he gently pinched the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger, Raon let out a sharp moan. 

“…Ah!” 

“Raon-ah. You’re already so excited.” 

“Not yet… I’m not… hnn…” 

Raon-ah. It was a tender nickname he hadn’t used once since they’d reunited. After hearing only code names or her full name with her surname, this affectionate whisper felt foreign to her ears. 

Unfamiliar with the sounds escaping her own lips, Raon clamped her hands over her mouth. If she admitted how aroused she was now, she couldn’t begin to imagine how much more intense the pleasure would become later. 

Amused by her response—which clearly contradicted her words—Siheon let out a low chuckle. His dark pupils were already clouded with raw excitement. 

“You’ve always been terrible at lying. Hmm?”