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As soon as Jae-hee arrived on the first floor, she ran toward the lobby, the heels of her shoes clicking loudly. There was a motorcycle delivery man wearing a black helmet at the entrance. She quickly reached out both hands and took the documents from him.
“Thank you! Did you make the payment over there?”
“No, they said to pay here.”
“Ah, okay, here you go! Goodbye!”
After handing over the money, Jae-hee bowed her head slightly and, before the motorcycle even left, she quickly ran back inside.
There was no time to waste. It was almost time for him to arrive. The envelope she was holding fluttered in her hands. As she scanned her ID card and entered the lobby, she saw the back of a man heading toward the elevator.
He was walking, surrounded by others in suits. A perfectly tailored fit. A tall figure with broad shoulders.
His neatly styled hair and clean neck were evident even from the back. It was clear who he was. Cha Kang-joo, Executive Director of Seongang Group. My husband.
He was standing in front of the elevator, looking irritated as he reprimanded a nearby executive.
Jae-hee glanced at the sign indicating the executive-only elevator arriving from the 21st floor, then anxiously shuffled her feet in front of the employee elevator arriving from the 3rd floor.
She knew the reason her husband was upset. The document she was holding was the culprit.
“How are they handling basic document management like this?”
Just then, Kang-joo, who had been scolding the manager, stopped mid-sentence. He had noticed someone familiar standing in front of the employee elevator.
It was someone she saw every day—her wife. Kang-joo’s stern expression immediately softened.
“Jae-hee.”
As if he had never been angry, Kang-joo called her in a gentle voice. But Jae-hee bowed her head slightly, setting up a defensive wall in response to his greeting.
“Hello, Executive Director.”
In the office, he was always “Executive Director,” not “Kang-joo.” Despite Jae-hee’s response, Kang-joo seemed a little disappointed, but he didn’t show it.
He gently nudged the manager aside and leaned toward Jae-hee.
“Where are you off to?”
“Ah, no, it’s not like that... Uh, I’m just a little busy. I’ll see you later.”
Before he could respond, Jae-hee quickly stepped into the elevator that had just arrived. Leaving the people behind, she pressed the button for the 22nd floor as the doors closed with a heavy sound.
Kang-joo stood still, staring at the closed elevator doors. The cold, unforgiving steel that had swallowed his wife.
Jae-hee stared at the elevator indicator. 1st floor, 2nd floor, 3rd floor... It slowly ascended. Only then did a sigh of relief escape her.
“Looks like the documents will get there before Kang-joo. That’s a relief.”
The documents she was holding were important papers that had to reach Kang-joo urgently. They had been delivered via express courier from another office.
Based on the conversation she overheard in front of the elevator, if these papers had arrived later than Executive Director Cha Kang-joo, it would have been disastrous for everyone involved.
On the 22nd floor, Jae-hee quickly ran to Kang-joo’s office. The secretary was typing away at the desk in front of the door. Jae-hee smiled and greeted her.
“Hello, Assistant Manager Kang.”
As soon as the secretary saw Jae-hee, she immediately stood up.
“Hello, Madam. I mean, Assistant Manager Yoon.”
The secretary hastily corrected herself. In front of her stood Yoon, the assistant manager of the marketing team and the wife of Executive Director Cha Kang-joo. For now, she was addressed as Assistant Manager Yoon.
Even though it had been months since her boss and Yoon got married, Jae-hee still felt awkward whenever they met.
“Sorry, I just need to go in and place this on the desk.”
Jae-hee quickly tore open the brown envelope and spoke.
The secretary responded with, “Yes, yes,” and opened the door. As Jae-hee stepped inside, bright sunlight rushed in.
Jae-hee placed the documents on Kang-joo’s desk and finally took a breath. His office was as neat as his personality.
On the dust-free, meticulously cleaned desk, there was a computer, a fountain pen, a few documents, and a large photo frame.
The only personal item on the otherwise sterile desk was a photo of a woman peacefully sleeping under the shade of a beach parasol.
Strands of hair had fallen across her face, and the faint sunlight sparkled on her cheek.
The deep blue sky and cotton-like clouds. Behind the sleeping woman, the calm and transparent sea. Just looking at it brought a sense of tranquility.
The photo gave off a soft, warm feeling, clearly reflecting the affection of the person who took it.
“Really... something like this in an office...”
Jae-hee turned away from the photo and reached for the doorknob, intending to leave. Just as she was about to put pressure on the knob, someone opened the door from the other side.
The door opened, and Jae-hee’s body was pulled along. The force from the other side was so strong that she was almost thrown into the chest of the person opening the door, still holding onto the doorknob.
“Jae-hee?”
Kang-joo’s voice echoed from above her head. Jae-hee, clumsily falling into his arms, looked up at him in a daze.
She had planned to leave before he arrived, but she had been distracted by the photo, and now they had crossed paths. He smiled softly and led her into the office without a word. Thud. The door she was trying to leave through slammed shut.
“Kang-joo, I... I should go now... Ah.”
She didn’t even get a chance to finish her sentence. Jae-hee, clinging to him like a baby bird, was gently pulled back inside. Kang-joo threw her briefcase onto the sofa and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Why are you here, Jae-hee? Is this a gift?”
The gentle kiss that fell on her forehead made Jae-hee blush as she rubbed her forehead.
“I have some documents for you, Executive Director.”
She gestured toward the desk, and Kang-joo’s gaze followed. When she addressed him as “Executive Director” in the office, it meant she was there for official business.
Of course, Kang-joo didn’t care whether the occasion was personal or professional, but Jae-hee had her own rules.
In the office, she called him Assistant Manager Yoon whenever possible. At home, she was his wife. But here, in his office, she made sure to follow the distinction.
She didn’t want to lose herself in the sweetness of his title. If that were her intention, she wouldn’t have even returned to work.
“My wife calling me ‘Executive Director’ just doesn’t sit right. It makes me feel... mischievous.”
Kang-joo chuckled, clearly not pleased with Jae-hee referring to him as “Executive Director” and the documents she mentioned.
Kang-joo lowered his head and kissed her lips. Jae-hee flinched, her lips slightly parting in surprise as she looked at him with a quiet smile.
“Should I not be doing this with Assistant Manager Yoon?”
“This is—”
“What about now?”
His face came closer again, and he playfully bit her lip.
“Well, that’s...”
Jae-hee almost wanted to jokingly say, This is workplace harassment, Executive Director.
But before she could respond, his lips met hers again. His tongue slipped between her plump lips.
She tried to pull back, but he tangled his tongue with hers, gently caressing her body.
Jae-hee’s body weakened and unraveled as she clung to his suit, barely managing to support her feeble body.
It wasn’t their first kiss, but every time their lips touched, her heart raced painfully, as if they were doing something wrong in the office, not at home.
Jae-hee munched on the chocolate cookies that Kang-joo handed her. Through the car window, the red glow of the Han River could be seen. It was another calm evening during rush hour.
“Are we having dinner at your mother’s house tonight?”
“Yes, she’s preparing your favorite galbijjim (braised short ribs).”
“Oh, how kind of her.”
Jae-hee laughed as she tapped the crumbs off her hands. Since their marriage, Jae-hee had dinner at Kang-joo’s family home once a week.
Before their marriage, she used to visit her mother-in-law, Yeonghyeon, who wasn’t very fond of her. But things had changed quite a bit now.
Yeonghyeon would eagerly welcome her at the door, barefoot.
The once-proud lady of a wealthy family had become unexpectedly warm and affectionate.
Jae-hee found it refreshing, and every time she visited Kang-joo’s family home, she felt a sense of happiness. They spent pleasant time together, and before they knew it, it would be late at night.
So, it had become common for Jae-hee to stay over at the family home when it was too late to head back. When they arrived at the house, Si-eun, along with her boyfriend, Director Kwon Gi-seok, was already there.
“Welcome, thank you for coming,” Yeonghyeon said, greeting Jae-hee at the front door.
“Sorry, the traffic was a bit heavy. Did you wait long?”
“I thought I was going to lose my neck. You two workaholics are a big problem. How much are you willing to sacrifice for the company?”
Jae-hee responded with a laugh instead of answering. After Jae-hee and Kang-joo married, Yeonghyeon had subtly wished Jae-hee would quit her job.
“Jae-hee, how about considering quitting soon? If you’re feeling lonely, I can give you a spot at the art gallery. What do you think?”
It was a proposal to offer her a prestigious position and let her live leisurely.
She was uncomfortable with the fact that her daughter-in-law, as a marketing team lead, was still working, and she longed for grandchildren more than anything.
She had hoped Jae-hee would rest at home and quickly give her a grandchild.
But Jae-hee had politely refused.
“I’m sorry, Mother-in-law, but I don’t want to give up this position. It’s something I do best.”
Her refusal was so polite yet firm that there was no sign of her backing down.
So, Yeonghyeon gave up.
Jae-hee had once boldly said, “Please reinstate me when I return to the country,” when Kang-joo suggested that she stay away from him for a while.
It was a trait that Yeonghyeon admired about Jae-hee.
She thought, “Well, she’s got the stubbornness and resolve. She’s not someone who will back down easily.” Over time, Yeonghyeon had become proud of her.
“Isn’t she cute? My daughter-in-law has such a strong will.”
Once she opened her heart, there was nothing about Jae-hee that she didn’t like. From the way Jae-hee had always stayed grounded since childhood to her unwavering gaze when dealing with Chairman Cha, to her sense of responsibility as she protected her younger brother and carried her sick mother on her back.
Frankly speaking, she seemed like a rare gem in this world. Yeonghyeon couldn’t understand why she had opposed Jae-hee so much in the beginning.
“Jae-hee, don’t you need a car?”
Yeonghyeon asked as Jae-hee sat across from her, reaching for her glass of water. Jae-hee tilted her head. A car? Did she need a car?
“No, Mother-in-law. Not really.”
Whenever she needed a car, she could always call the family driver. If that wasn’t possible, she could just ask Kang-joo. So, she had never felt the need for one.
She liked spending her days off at home, and whenever she went out, it was always with Kang-joo. Having a car would be pointless.
Kang-joo, who had been quietly listening, was the one to answer instead.
“Jae-hee doesn’t need a car.”
“Huh? Why?”
“If Jae-hee gets a car, I won’t be able to play the role of her chauffeur, and that would be troublesome.”
Cough, cough. Director Kwon Gi-seok, who had been drinking water, coughed repeatedly, surprised by Kang-joo’s bold statement.
As the bodyguard for Chairman Cha, he frequently encountered Kang-joo and thought he knew him well.
But that was a completely mistaken judgment. This sight was something he had never even imagined.
Absolutely, never...
The Kang-joo that Gi-seok knew was a cold, indifferent person.
Professionally, he was flexible with people, but personally, he was like a wall of ice. He was always distant and aloof.
That’s why Gi-seok was always surprised by Kang-joo’s attitude toward Yoon Jae-hee. It felt like someone seeing an elephant for the first time, like a Joseon person encountering something entirely new.
However, the family members, excluding Gi-seok, were not surprised. They seemed accustomed to Kang-joo’s behavior, with their expressions showing no sign of surprise. Si-eun shook her head and tapped Gi-seok’s arm.
“What should we do about this older brother? Don’t act like that, okay?”
Yeonghyeon just smiled. She was content to see her son so deeply in love with his wife.
When did this change occur? The moment when Kang-joo casually made such jokes in front of her, despite the son-and-mother relationship, there had always been an invisible wall between them.
Even when she looked up, the dry, endless wall between them was always like a deep chasm.
But now, it was different. Kang-joo was smiling more easily, and he was revealing his true feelings more openly. Yeonghyeon was just happy that she could hear such jokes from him now.
When Kang-joo was a child, Yeonghyeon had always ignored him. She had mistakenly believed she had given him everything while leaving him alone in this grand house.
She hadn’t realized how the vast darkness had swallowed her son. She had been a clueless and cruel mother.
Yeonghyeon would often wake up crying in the middle of the night, gripped with regret and guilt as she remembered the abuse Kang-joo had endured from Chairman Cha. She would clutch the blanket tightly, her heart aching with sorrow.
Time couldn’t be reversed, and knowing this, one day, Yeonghyeon took Kang-joo’s hand and cried out loud.
“Please forgive this foolish mother, the one who hurt you out of ignorance.”
Kang-joo, instead of pulling away, held her hand firmly. With unwavering eyes, he looked into his mother’s tear-filled eyes and said with strength:
“It’s all in the past, Mother.”
There was no anger or resentment in his voice, and that made Yeonghyeon’s heart ache even more. The one who had cut off his childish whims had been Yeonghyeon herself.
The little, pretty Kang-joo had grown up on his own, never depending on anyone. The Kang-joo who had called everything the past and turned his head to look out the window smiled as he gazed at the budding flowers tinged with pink.
“Spring has come. Shall we go see the flowers together?”
That was enough.
That day, Yeonghyeon cried all the tears she would ever shed in her life. Remembering that moment, she rubbed the bridge of her nose. Her nose tingled.
Kang-joo had once said that spring had come. To Kang-joo, that spring would be Jae-hee—the spring that bloomed beautifully and would never wither, full of love and affection.
“Then, does Hyojeong not need a car?” Yeonghyeon asked, swallowing down the rising lump in her throat with some water. She wanted to give something, anything.
If not a car, then something else. If Jae-hee didn’t want it, then she could give it to Hyojeong. Anything she could give, she wouldn’t hesitate.
“It’s okay, Mother-in-law. Hyojeong is still in college.”
Jae-hee shook her hands, and Yeonghyeon smiled warmly. Her heart filled with warmth.
After dinner, Jae-hee and Kang-joo went upstairs to the second floor. Jae-hee sat on Kang-joo’s bed and playfully kicked her feet.
“This is the first time I’m sleeping in this room?”
Her cheeks were flushed from the wine they had with dinner. Kang-joo responded lightly, “Yes, it seems so,” and closed the door.
Jae-hee looked around the room. Even though it had been empty for a while, it was well-maintained, and there was a pleasant fragrance in the air.
Since they had both drunk wine, Jae-hee and Kang-joo decided to stay at the family home for the night. Yeonghyeon, unusually cheerful, kept offering them more wine.
Usually, they would sleep in the guest room because the bed in this room was small, but coincidentally, today, Director Kwon Gi-seok was staying in that room, so they ended up here.
Director Kwon Gi-seok, the former bodyguard of Chairman Cha and now Yeonghyeon’s personal assistant, was also Si-eun’s fiancé.
It hadn’t been long since they received permission for marriage, so their attitude was still stiff, but they would soon become family.
Yeonghyeon had allowed Si-eun and Gi-seok’s relationship more easily than expected. It seemed that her lifelong belief had changed after Jae-hee and Kang-joo’s marriage.
“Do you think you’ll be happy if you marry Director Kwon?”
Yeonghyeon had asked this when Si-eun clenched her fists with a nervous look on her face, saying she was going to marry Director Kwon.
When Si-eun nodded, saying she would indeed be happy, Yeonghyeon had nodded in return, easily giving her consent.
“Then, if you think you’ll be happy, go ahead.”
It was an unexpectedly easy approval.
The day after Yeonghyeon gave her consent, Si-eun came to find Jae-hee and squeezed her hand tightly, thanking her repeatedly.
She said that the easy approval for her marriage to Gi-seok was all thanks to Jae-hee. Jae-hee didn’t fully understand what that meant but nodded nonetheless.
“Kang-joo, you go take a shower first. I need to send an email.”
“It’s late, and you’re going to work again—”
Before Kang-joo could start scolding her, Jae-hee pushed him out of the room with surprising ease, sending the large man outside.
After rubbing her tired eyes and sending the email, Jae-hee entered the bathroom as Kang-joo came back. The hot water poured over her.
It felt like her body was melting away. It was comforting. The place where she stood now. She had lived in this huge mansion throughout her school years.
But she had never once felt it was truly her home. It always felt stiff and dry.
Now, however, it was different. It felt cozy and warm. It felt like a huge sanctuary that embraced her and Kang-joo.
After finishing her bath, Jae-hee put on Kang-joo’s T-shirt as her pajamas. It was roomy enough that both of them could fit inside.
She rubbed her tired shoulders and opened Kang-joo’s door. To her surprise, Kang-joo was not lying on the bed, but was instead sitting at his desk.
In the dimly lit room, he was looking at documents under the light of the lamp.
She had been about to scold him for working late, but now she simply pouted and stared at him quietly.
His outfit looked strangely familiar.
“…It’s exactly like Kang-joo Oppa.”
Was it clothes he had left in the closet? It looked just like the outfit he used to wear during their school days.
A plain white short-sleeve T-shirt with comfortable shorts. His body had grown bigger since then, but the hair falling down over his smooth forehead and his calm, serene expression were exactly the same as back then.
It felt like she had somehow traveled back in time. Noticing her presence, Kang-joo looked up.
“Jae-hee.”
Then, with a quiet smile, he called her name.
Jae-hee swallowed her breath. For a moment, his childhood self flashed through her mind. Not Managing Director Cha Kang-joo, not Kang-joo-ssi, but that him from back then, the one she had been anxious to approach, the one she couldn’t dare to covet, the Kang-joo oppa who had cruelly pushed her away.
That Kang-joo oppa was reaching out his hand and calling her name. As if possessed, Jae-hee approached and hugged him.
The man who buried his face in her chest was hot. No, it wasn’t his face that was hot. It was her own beating heart, her own body that was hot.
She wanted to blame the three glasses of alcohol she had drunk earlier, but Jae-hee herself knew best that it wasn’t the cause of this strange throbbing.
It was just unbelievably new. The fact that that Kang-joo oppa was her husband, and the reality that that person loved her more than anyone else.
“Your clothes are big.”
Kang-joo, who had put his hand inside her shirt, stroked her bare skin. His hot hand, moving up her waist, naturally unfastened her bra.
“Eut.”
Jae-hee hunched her waist. Her bare breasts, freed from the pressure, swelled under her shirt. Kang-joo buried his face in her chest and inhaled her scent.
Jae-hee carefully stroked his hair. His slightly damp hair was cool and moist. The cool sensation felt good.
Jae-hee, who had been ruffling his soft hair, soon dropped her hand. It was because Kang-joo, who had pushed his head inside her shirt, had found her breast and pressed his lips against it.
“Ah..”
Kang-joo pulled Jae-hee’s swaying waist strongly. Even though it was a sensation she was now used to, Jae-hee’s body quickly heated up.
As she lowered her head at the feeling of his tongue touching hers, she could see Kang-joo’s figure moving inside her shirt.
Jae-hee pulled up her shirt.
She saw him pressing his face against her breast and touching it. While letting Kang-joo suckle, Jae-hee opened her mouth with a moan.
“Kang-joo oppa.”
“......”
With a pop, the nipple that had been in Kang-joo’s mouth fell away. At the appearance of the honorific that had become a fossil between them, Kang-joo seemed quite surprised.
Jae-hee smiled faintly.
The face looking up at her was extremely similar to Kang-joo oppa from their school days. It was natural since he was him.
But Kang-joo with the same face as back then, the same hairstyle, the same clothes, was even more familiar yet unfamiliar.
Cha Kang-joo from his pure and innocent childhood. If it wasn’t for his lewd actions, she could have believed that he had crossed through time and was standing in front of her. Jae-hee sat on his lap and continued to ask.
“Why didn’t you accept my present back then? Why did you push me away like that?”
Jae-hee, the high school student who had been hurt, was asking Kang-joo oppa. She wanted to know the reason why he had left her back then; she didn’t doubt his heart, but curiosity had always lingered in her heart.
She was even more anxiously curious because she couldn’t deduce anything.
She had asked him about it before. When she was drunk and forcefully put Hyo-jung’s gloves on him, she had taken courage and asked.
Why he hadn’t accepted the present back then. Why he had been so cold. Why he had been so heartless in pushing her away and having no choice but to leave.
But for some reason, she had never gotten an answer from him, as he always avoided the situation. The old question had been buried in her heart again like that.
But she had a belief that she could get an answer now. Because Cha Kang-joo, her husband, not Kang-joo oppa, was always a truthful and honest person.
“You liked me back then too, right? Huh?”
She tilted her head and asked persistently. Kang-joo slowly stroked his chin. A wavering appeared in his eyes as he pondered.
Jae-hee waited quietly. She knew from experience. If she waited for him quietly, he always came to her first. It would be the same this time as well.
And that expectation was correct. After a short time passed, he opened his mouth, which had seemed like it would never open.
“I was a little childish back then.”
Even the tone of his voice as he answered quietly was like him from back then. Him from back then, before he left for America, when he stubbornly refused to accept her present.
‘Jae-hee, we’re not that close.’
Suddenly, his cold gaze from back then flashed through Jae-hee’s mind, making her shrink her shoulders slightly. Even though the man in front of her was not the same as him from back then.
Kang-joo, who smiled bitterly, kissed Jae-hee’s cheek. He slowly caressed her exposed breasts and began to whisper in her ear.
“Jae-hee, I was very young back then.”
“Ah-eut......”
“I was childish and petty, like a kid.”
He was telling the story calmly, but it was difficult for her to concentrate because of his hand lewdly touching her chest.
She put her arms around his shoulders and tried to look into his eyes, but she failed because he twisted and gripped her nipple.
“I had no one but you, but because you were afraid of me.”
“Because you, who were my everything, denied me, I hated that. No, I was scared.”
He whispered, licking her neck with the tip of his tongue. The hand moving on her chest persistently tormented her sensitive peak.
“I was so scared. I was so scared and afraid, Jae-hee.”
The hand grasping her breast tightened even more.
He finally bit her neck painfully.
“Ah!”
Occasionally, whenever he couldn’t control his emotions, Kang-joo would bite her painfully. Like a beast anxious not to leave his mark, he licked and bit her, finally leaving a red mark.
“I never said I was afraid of you, oppa... heueut....”
“I know. It was all my misunderstanding, because I overheard what you were saying to Aunt Mi-ryung and misunderstood it on my own, like a fool.”
Jae-hee suddenly recalled a distant memory. She vaguely remembered. It seemed like that had happened.
She remembered crying and murmuring to her mother that she was scared right after Kang-joo oppa had hit the man who was threatening her.
She had repeated the same words like a possessed person.
‘Mom, I’m scared. I’m so scared I’m going to die.’
She was so scared that Kang-joo oppa would be harmed by Chairman Cha. That the bad guy would eventually do something to Kang-joo oppa, she couldn’t think of anything else.
She had never dreamed that there had been such a misunderstanding. Kang-joo whispered, licking the red mark on her neck.
“I’m sorry.”
I didn’t ask to hear you say sorry. I was just curious. I’m also sorry for making you misunderstand. She wanted to answer that, but she couldn’t.
The shirt he had taken off fell to the floor with a thud. Before the cold air covered her body, his hot body embraced her.
“I’m sorry, Jae-hee. I’m really sorry for the hurtful words I said to you back then.”
Kang-joo whispered and hugged Jae-hee tightly. He buried his face in her neck and rubbed his forehead as if apologizing to her past self.
Jae-hee, trapped by him, barely nodded her head. She sent her reply to him from the past who was conveying his apology, saying that it was okay.
“It’s okay............ Rather, I... smiled....”
And she pushed his shoulder and met his face. Kang-joo oppa, with only his frame changed to be more manly, was in front of her. Jae-hee looked into his eyes and asked again.
“Then, what about you saying that you approached me because you found my body pretty?”
A wavering reappeared in Kang-joo’s eyes. He seemed to be trying to deduce what she was saying, but it seemed difficult to grasp because he had said so many things to hide his heart.
He had said it once in the company’s rooftop garden.
‘When I kissed you last time, it was better than I thought, and your body is also pretty.’
The place where only the two of them remained after he sent Team Leader Jung out of the rooftop garden.
He had asked her, pressing his body against hers. “Why are you doing this to me, Managing Director?” And that was the answer to her question.
Your body… Jae-hee still remembered the heart that had crumbled at that time. The day when the heart that had burned so hot, the heart that had yearned so desperately, had cooled down painfully.
She had gone home, laid down on her bed, and shed tears alone, drop by drop.
Thinking about it, it was clear that he hadn’t been sincere. There was no way that he, who showered her with such great and warm love, would have sincerely meant that.
But even if she knew the hidden truth, she wanted to hear it from his own mouth. She truly wanted to properly hear what his real feelings were.
Jae-hee carefully traced Kang-joo’s lips. His face, looking up at her with trembling eyes, was beautiful.
“What you said to me in the rooftop garden after sending Team Leader Jung away, that the kiss was good and that you were seeing me because of my pretty body.”
“......”
“I was really hurt back then. It felt like you weren’t the Kang-joo oppa I knew. It really felt like you only wanted my body.”
Jae-hee spoke calmly, but Kang-joo’s eyes distorted.
“That couldn’t have been it.”
He pulled Jae-hee’s hand, which was touching his lips, and kissed her palm, continuing his words.
“If I didn’t do that, I was afraid you would push me away. I was afraid you would be scared of me lingering by your side if I didn’t create a purpose. I was afraid you would leave me again.”
“......”
“I just wanted to be entangled with you, even like that.”
Jae-hee was silent. His calm voice, which contained no emotion at all, sounded even more desperate because of that.
That was probably because his strength holding her waist painfully was very strong and desperate. As if holding onto something he couldn’t let go of.
She smiled faintly and carefully stroked him, who was held in her chest. She felt his body relaxing with her touch.
She brushed his soft hair and touched his ear, then put her hand back on his cheek and slowly lifted it.
He was in front of her again. Cha Kang-joo, her person.
“But being like this, it really feels like I’m with Kang-joo oppa from back then. It’s very strange.”
“......”
“The young Kang-joo oppa would definitely not do this to me. He was very mannerly and very pure.”
She smiled faintly with a scattered voice. Certainly, he from back then wouldn’t do such lewd things. He was more of a gentleman than anyone else, at least to Jae-hee herself.
He was always such a chaste boy that it was hard to believe that he had liked her. The boy whose ears would turn bright red if their hands accidentally touched.
“Me?”
The corners of Kang-joo’s eyes smiled softly. Then, he pulled Jae-hee’s waist and lowered his face. He playfully touched her exposed nipple with the tip of his tongue. Jae-hee’s shoulders twitched again.
“I was pure?”
He looked up at her leisurely, sucking on Jae-hee’s peak as if showing it off. His eyes, looking intently, were flushed red and looked lewd. The peak, wet with saliva on his lips, was equally lewd.
“Even back then, I always only had these kinds of imaginations.”
Kang-joo, who whispered slowly, bit her nipple tightly.
“Eut, it hurts.”
“I wanted to bite you like this, lick you, suck you, and thrust myself inside you.”
“Ah....”
“But because I couldn’t do that, I only imagined it. How much I did it alone every night while thinking of you—”
Jae-hee hugged him tightly, who was muttering lewdly. She pressed his face against her chest and muffled the words that flowed out without any shame.
“Stop, don’t, ah…!”
The voice that told him to stop trailed off embarrassedly. It was because he, who was held in her arms, thrust his hips up, bringing his frighteningly swollen member against her.
A moan, like a rite of passage, escaped from Jae-hee. Jae-hee pulled his hair back. She was embarrassed by her reaction and resentful of his smooth manner.
She thought she heard chuckling above her chest, and then her body was suddenly lifted. Kang-joo carried Jae-hee like a koala cub and walked to the bed.
After that, he carefully laid her down and climbed on top of her as if pouncing.
“That guy from back then would never even dream of it. What kind of things he and Yoon Jae-hee could do.”
Whispers flowed out along with the shadow that covered her. He would probably be so happy he could die if he knew. Enough to endure even hellish days with a smile.
Kang-joo chuckled softly and buried his face in Jae-hee’s neck. He couldn’t bear the loveliness of the small body struggling under him.
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