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[Should I pick you up from work today? I’ll buy you something delicious.]
After sending the message to Hayoung, Jisung kept glancing at his phone, which remained without a reply all day.
It was the first time he had ever waited anxiously for someone’s reply. During work hours, Jisung was always busy with calls from lawyers and police officers, never making personal calls. He found it strange that he was doing things he hadn’t done in his thirty-two years.
Even as he thought this, he couldn’t erase Song Hayoung from his mind for a moment.
She said she was changing jobs, wouldn’t it be better for her to take some time off to recharge? Even if she didn’t get a job right away, he could give her an allowance.
Had she eaten well? She didn’t seem to have a very good relationship with her colleagues. It was both cute and heartbreaking to see such a small thing struggling to make money.
He didn’t like seeing the person he liked suffering to earn money. The feeling of liking someone was strange. Regardless of that person’s achievements, he just wanted to take all their hardships away.
Everyone else went through social life, but he wished Song Hayoung could just rest at home and do what she liked. With his salary, supporting Song Hayoung alone was easy. Raising several Song Hayoung the Second, who would look exactly like her, would also be a breeze.
“Hoo... What’s with this fuss?”
Was this what dating was like?
Hayoung must still be mentally exhausted from the broken engagement. Yet, Jisung was already picturing their future together.
Even though he thought it was premature, he couldn’t stop imagining. Kwon Jisung, thirty-two years old. When and where would a workaholic lawyer in his thirties meet another woman, date, and fall in love?
There were many senior lawyers who were eager to introduce Jisung to their daughters, but he didn’t think he could feel the same excitement, comfort, cuteness, and loveliness he felt for Hayoung with any other woman.
At least, that had been the case for his entire 32 years. He hadn’t simply seen Hayoung, who was seven years younger, as just a woman; from the moment he first saw her, she had always been cute and lovely.
However, the baby Song Hayoung, who was so precious he couldn’t even hug her for fear of breaking her, had now transformed into a woman he wanted to hold.
That’s why he didn’t want to lose Hayoung even more. Apart from being friends with Song Dooyoung, he knew he would never be able to meet another woman like Hayoung, who had slowly permeated his life.
“We should have at least two kids.”
Jisung continued to dwell on his fantasies.
“It would be troublesome if they were both sons.”
The atmosphere at Jisung’s house, with only two older brothers, was always quiet. He definitely needed a cute daughter like Hayoung to brighten up the house.
“But having three might be too hard on Hayoung.”
He was worried about Hayoung, who had been born frail unlike the robust Dooyoung.
Tsk.
Jisung clicked his tongue and concluded his family plan alone, deciding that even if only sons were born, they would only have two.
Taking a break from work in pleasant daydreams, a reply arrived from Hayoung.
He wasn’t a teenage boy. Seeing himself smiling at a message from a woman, Jisung barely managed to lower the corners of his rising lips.
It was no wonder Song Dooyoung had asked if he was smiling like a simpleton. Just thinking of Song Hayoung’s name made him act like a fool with a loose screw, smiling stupidly.
[Hayoung: I’m having dinner with a senior from school today. The senior who helped me with the job change.]
And the moment he checked Hayoung’s message, the smile vanished coldly from Jisung’s foolishly grinning face.
[Male?]
What did it matter if the senior was male or female? It wasn’t like Hayoung was the type to look at other guys.
[Hayoung: Yeah. Let’s eat tomorrow :) ]
However, with Hayoung’s subsequent reply, jealousy, setting aside his trust in her, began to smolder within him.
The fact that she had received a scouting offer despite still being a junior in her career made Jisung start to worry that this senior might be interested in her.
“Haa... Anyway, she’s unnecessarily cute.”
Jisung grabbed the documents scattered on his desk and threw himself back into work. The unease that had settled in his heart didn’t dissipate easily.
Just as the newness of their sweet feelings was exciting, the unwelcome jealousy felt unfamiliar.
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Dooyoung, enjoying a rare late sleep due to the school’s foundation day, finally got out of bed around noon.
“Am I getting old? How is it already twelve?”
It had already been a year since he started dating his girlfriend. Before Hayoung’s wedding, Dooyoung had planned to introduce his girlfriend, Sumin, to his parents. However, due to Hayoung’s broken engagement fiasco, he had to postpone talking about marriage for a while.
“Where could it be?”
As soon as he checked Sumin’s message telling him to come over, Dooyoung began rummaging through his desk drawers.
He hadn’t been able to have a proper date with Sumin lately due to the atmosphere at home, so today he planned to go for a drive to the outskirts of the city.
“This is driving me crazy. Did the condoms grow legs and run away?”
It had been a long time since his parents had entered their grown son’s room. But as if by some ghostly trick, the condoms he had hidden in the very back of the last drawer of his desk had disappeared.
“I definitely bought them.”
The studded condoms he had specially ordered from overseas for a special night with Sumin were nowhere to be found.
Their sex life was satisfying, but since Dooyoung lived with his parents, the days he could spend the night with his girlfriend were extremely rare.
So he had decided to prepare a special, event-like condom. It not only had studs to stimulate sensitive areas but also had an aphrodisiac lubricant that was supposed to double the pleasure a woman felt just by touching it. It had taken a week just to search for it and a whole month to be delivered to Korea, a carefully selected item.
Ordering adult products while living with his parents was no easy task. He had to secretly receive the international package from a convenience store, avoiding his housewife mother’s eyes, and his heart had pounded with anxiety as he carried the box home like a spy on a mission.
How could the condoms he had finally obtained have vanished so completely? A cold sweat ran down his spine at the thought.
“Could it be that Mother found them...?”
The thought of his family finding his condoms was mortifying. He felt like dying of shame.
Should he just die?
He should have moved out a long time ago.
What kind of filial piety was this, suffering such a thing at the age of thirty-two?
Haa, should he have had them delivered to Sumin’s house?
But he had gone through all the trouble of this secret operation, worried that ordering adult products to his single girlfriend’s house might put her in an awkward position.
Dooyoung began searching his entire room, wondering if he had put the condoms somewhere else.
As he searched for the missing items, he realized that even if his parents or Hayoung had found the condoms, they wouldn’t have touched the contraception of a thirty-year-old adult man.
The excitement he had felt for his date turned gloomy at the mysterious disappearance of the condoms. For some reason, he lost his appetite and left the house as if running away, without even eating after washing up.
“This is strange. They weren’t even opened. When did I take them to Sumin’s house?”
Even in the elevator, Dooyoung’s mind was filled with thoughts of the condoms. The more logically he thought about it, the clearer it became that no one could have touched them, and now he was starting to doubt if he was mistaken about even receiving them.
Ding.
The elevator doors opened one floor below, and his downstairs neighbor entered the elevator.
“Hello.”
Having lived in the same apartment complex for over ten years, he was somewhat acquainted with his neighbors. Especially the downstairs lady, with whom he had exchanged conversations several times due to a water leak issue from her balcony, was a familiar face he would greet.
“Oh, it’s the teacher. I heard your sister is getting married?”
“Ah...”
The memory of the downstairs lady’s gossip, which had spread throughout the apartment complex even about the balcony construction, flashed through his mind, leaving him speechless.
He might have treated Hayoung like a child in front of others, but she was still his one and only precious younger sister, and he didn’t want the unpleasant word ‘divorced woman’ to follow her around.
“I know young people are crazy in love, but hugging like that in the complex isn’t good for the kids to see.”
“Excuse me?”
Dooyoung frowned, wondering what this person was talking about.
“I went out to throw away the trash after midnight yesterday, and I was so surprised.”
At the neighbor lady’s explanation that followed, the scattered puzzle pieces in his head began to fit together one by one.
“Anyway, even though she’s about to be married off, make sure she’s careful. You’re a school teacher, so you know. If the students see, ugh, that’s not right.”
Just then, the elevator stopped at the first floor, and the neighbor lady, having said her piece, walked away busily.
He remembered Kwon Jisung staring intently at Hayoung’s face during dinner yesterday.
The image of his sister, who had broken off her engagement and stayed out overnight, momentarily overlapped with Kwon Jisung.
He had years of teaching experience. The puzzle pieces clicked into place instantly, and a fiery anger surged within him.
Unlike the playful Dooyoung, Jisung was usually taciturn and never smiled, but yesterday he had been laughing like a fool at every word Hayoung said.
And then, the missing condoms came to mind.
“That you son of a bitch...”
How dare you touch my young sister.
That little baby!
Did you have nothing better to do than go after my chick-like sister?
Ha, look at this crazy pervert.
That sinister bastard with someone as innocent as a chick.
With studded condoms coated in arousal-enhancing lubricant that makes you sensitive just by touching it, you dared to, to my sister, ha, you perverted son of a bitch, I won’t let this slide!
Dooyoung ran towards his car as soon as he got out of the elevator.
________________________________________
Having finished observing the lawyer’s investigation and leaving the prosecutor’s office, it was already approaching nine in the evening.
Checking his phone, which was on silent, he saw a whopping thirty missed calls from Dooyoung.
[Song Dooyoung: Where are you? I’m in Seocho-dong.] [Song Dooyoung: Answer your phone.] [Song Dooyoung: Why aren’t you answering?] [Song Dooyoung: If you see this text, run over to my house.]
“What’s with this guy?”
Jisung frowned after checking Song Dooyoung’s curt texts. They saw each other’s faces often, but he wasn’t the type to text like this, and the fact that he had come all the way to the prosecutor’s office, knowing it was work hours, irritated him.
At the same time, an uneasy feeling flashed through his mind. Seeing Song Dooyoung act so out of character, he worried if something had happened to Hayoung. He called Hayoung first, but she didn’t answer.
He stepped on the accelerator towards Hayoung’s house. She had said she was going to dinner with a university senior, but what if something had happened to her? All his thoughts began to revolve around Song Hayoung.
Only then did Jisung call Song Dooyoung. As if he had been waiting, Song Dooyoung answered the phone before the first ring even finished, his voice low.
-Where are you? Let’s meet up now.
“What’s wrong? You’re making me anxious.”
-Where the hell are you!
It had been a very long time since Song Dooyoung had raised his voice. Not since high school, when the school’s physical education teacher had to step in to separate them as they fought like rabid dogs, had they crossed that line. After that day, they had recognized each other as formidable adversaries and maintained their distance even when their opinions clashed sharply.
A predator recognizes another predator. Like tigers and lions guarding their territories, they usually kept their distance when there was a reason to growl.
But today, Jisung had a bad feeling that Song Dooyoung was about to cross that line again. They weren’t impulsive teenagers anymore. Two grown adult men wouldn’t get into a physical fight, but it was clear that this wasn’t a friendly call.
What could have made Song Dooyoung, who had been treating Jisung almost like a benefactor for the past few days, suddenly so angry?
As expected of someone he had known for 24 years, he must have found out about his relationship with Hayoung.
“Sharp-eyed bastard.”
He had asked Hayoung to keep their relationship a secret until she became a little more serious.
“Good for him.”
A languid smile spread across Jisung’s lips after he hung up.
He had agreed to do as Hayoung wanted for now, worried that pushing her too hard to go public with their relationship in front of their parents might make her turn away completely. But in truth, he didn’t want such a playful relationship where they kept things secret and got to know each other.
It was probably a good thing to push things forward now and publicly declare their relationship so Hayoung couldn’t back out.
Of course, Song Dooyoung would rant, but since it was true that he had slept with his precious younger sister, he was willing to listen to some insults. There was no need to blurt out the truth that Jisung was the one who got ‘eaten.’
He parked his car and walked towards the complex. Now that he knew nothing had happened to Hayoung, his steps slowed.
However, Song Dooyoung, who was waiting for Jisung, showed no signs of composure. The moment he spotted Jisung in the distance, he glared with crazed eyes and charged at him.
“Haa, this is going to be tiring...”
He had thought there wouldn’t be a physical fight, considering their social status and reputation.
Seeing Song Dooyoung running at him, he instinctively knew his prediction was wrong and mentally calculated how many punches he should take while wiping his dry face with one hand. But then, Hayoung, who had been hidden behind the bulky Song Dooyoung and looked like she might fall, ran quickly and grabbed his sleeve.
“Oppa! Don’t!”
“Won’t you let go of this? I told you to go inside! I have something to talk about with Kwon Jisung, so you go in!”
“Why are you doing this! Stop it!”
Before Jisung could even get closer, Dooyoung started arguing loudly with Hayoung. The moment Jisung spotted Hayoung’s face, he reflexively strode towards them.
“I’m an adult too. Please respect my privacy.”
Seeing Hayoung, calling herself an adult, glaring at Dooyoung, Jisung couldn’t help but smile.
He shouldn’t be doing this. Even with Song Dooyoung in front of him, he was smiling stupidly, finding Hayoung’s defiant attitude so cute.
Cute, really.
When did she grow up so much that she was insisting she was an adult?
He wanted to pinch her cheek... or so he thought, before realizing that he was indeed smiling like a fool with a screw loose, just as Song Dooyoung had said.
Jisung composed his expression and grabbed Song Dooyoung’s arm.
“Yeah. Hayoung and I are dating.”
Even though he had already guessed, Song Dooyoung’s hand, which was clenched into a fist, trembled as if he had been shocked by Jisung’s words. Hayoung, who had barely started making excuses, covered her face with her hands as if to say, ‘Why did you say that?’
“What did you say? Song Hayoung. Tell me. You said you were just getting to know each other!”
“No, I mean, with good feelings...”
While Hayoung stammered, unable to find a suitable excuse, Jisung cut her off.
“We’re dating with good feelings.”
“Say that again.”
Dooyoung grabbed Jisung by the collar as if he couldn’t bear it any longer. Hayoung clung to Dooyoung, looking as if something terrible had happened.
“Oppa, why are you doing this. Please stop!”
“Hey, Kwon Jisung. How could you do this? Huh? She’s vulnerable after her broken engagement, and you, you son of a bitch.”
“Hayoung is vulnerable, so I want to protect her. Are you satisfied?”
Dooyoung, his fist raised high, twitched as if he would strike, but then, perhaps thinking of his social standing and reputation, he seemed to deflate and released his grip on Jisung’s collar.
“Are you out of your damn mind? I’ve known Song Hayoung since she was just born, you son of a bitch, haa...”
Dooyoung cut off his words as if he couldn’t bring himself to continue, and just sighed heavily.
“Song Dooyoung, you know me better than anyone. I don’t meet people casually. If I didn’t have serious feelings for Hayoung, I wouldn’t have started this.”
Hayoung, who had been frowning deeply, briefly wore a blank expression.
“Stop it. If you’re going to say it nicely, don’t even start.”
“I’ve already started. And whether you say it nicely or not, my relationship with Hayoung won’t change. So, it would be faster for you to acknowledge us and open your heart.”
“Is it fun to play around with someone who’s emotionally vulnerable? You thief?”
“Does making me out to be trash make you feel better? Why do you think I’m toying with Hayoung? Yeah, I have nothing to say to being called a thief, but just as you cherish Hayoung, I cherish her too. No, I cherish her even more.”
Hayoung blinked her large eyes, then wiped away the tears that welled up and streamed down her cheek with the back of her hand.
Even while retorting to Dooyoung, Jisung was surprised by Hayoung’s tears and gently caressed her face with his large hand.
“Hayoung-ah, why are you crying?”
“Why are you crying too?”
Dooyoung and Jisung reached out at the same time, asking why Hayoung was crying. Dooyoung, annoyed that Jisung was showing he cared about Hayoung just as much as he did, cursed under his breath and scowled.
“That’s enough. Kwon Jisung, you’re done with me. Song Hayoung. Come with me.”
Watching Dooyoung walk ahead, Hayoung’s lips fluttered. Jisung wiped away the tears lingering in Hayoung’s eyes again with his hand and rubbed his lips against her forehead.
“Our baby, why are you crying?”
“Don’t joke around.”
Hayoung, who had been shedding tears, suddenly burst into laughter at Jisung’s words.
Jisung, relieved to see her smile, playfully snorted.
“What should we do? We got caught.”
“Caught? We said we were just getting to know each other, but you confessed we were dating. We could have lied if you had just played along.”
“So, if we had said we were secretly dating, hooking up, and seeing how things go, you think Song Dooyoung would have liked that? Song Dooyoung has eyes like a hawk, he wouldn’t have been fooled.”
Hayoung’s cheeks flushed at Jisung’s blunt choice of words.
It was unfair how cute she kept being.
“You could have just glossed over it without being so honest.”
“Should we go up together?”
“No way. Song Dooyoung will flip out.”
Hayoung scolded Jisung and glared at him.
“You know I’m bad at lying.”
“Seriously. You’re such a prosecutor, you’re good at lying and good with words.”
“So, do you dislike me?”
“...I like you.”
“We’re officially dating now. Publicly.”
Just as Jisung asked, Dooyoung, who was walking ahead, shouted loud enough for the whole apartment complex to hear.
“Song Hayoung, get your ass over here!”
Hayoung, startled by Song Dooyoung’s voice, whispered to Jisung.
“Okay.”
Leaving behind a heart-fluttering word, Hayoung scurried towards Dooyoung.
Even after hearing a declaration of cutting ties from his best friend, Hayoung’s word ‘I like you’ lingered in Jisung’s ear.
He had thought friendship came before love...
He felt like he wouldn’t trade a whole truckload of Song Dooyoung for even a single strand of Song Hayoung’s hair.
Jisung stood rooted to the spot until Hayoung disappeared, savoring her sweet afterimage.
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As Hayoung got into the elevator, Dooyoung frantically pressed the ‘close’ button on the elevator.
She felt like trash under Song Dooyoung’s gaze, which seemed to say, ‘What kind of awful human being is this?’
When she was young, Dooyoung had been scarier than her dad. Her brother, seven years her senior, had doted on Hayoung like a princess for a while, but he started to change around puberty.
He set curfew times that even their parents didn’t enforce, and he wouldn’t let her spend her allowance freely. At home, he treated Hayoung like a chore slave, and outside, he interfered in every little thing about who she met, making her life exhausting.
Hayoung had tried to rebel as she entered adolescence, but Song Dooyoung, in terms of age and size, was too formidable an opponent to rebel against.
When Hayoung got a job, he finally started treating her like an adult, but today it felt like he had gone back to the days when he would scold her like a misbehaving child.
“Are you out of your mind?”
“It’s none of your business, Oppa.”
Hayoung was intimidated by Dooyoung’s glare, but she tried not to show her fear and widened her eyes. However, because she had suffered so much under Song Dooyoung, who had been in charge of her discipline since her school days, her hands trembled reflexively and her heart pounded even now that she was an adult.
Why was she so scared of her own brother? A wave of irritation rose in her easily-frightened heart, but as always, Hayoung just moved her lips silently.
“It hasn’t even been a month since your engagement was broken off. What are you doing!”
“…….”
She had a mouth but no words to say. When Hayoung turned her head away, ignoring Dooyoung’s words, he exploded in anger.
Bringing up the broken engagement so meanly made her feel resentful. Who knew this would happen? She felt sorry, ashamed, guilty, and sad all at once. Ugly emotions tangled together in a mess.
“You and Kwon Jisung? Are you serious?”
“What’s so wrong with it?”
“That’s it. I can’t even imagine the two of you, and if you insist on causing trouble like this again, I won’t just stand by and watch this time.”
“Causing trouble? What are you even saying? And what are you going to do if you don’t just watch?”
“I told you! When you were raving about getting married at twenty-five, I told you you were still too young, didn’t I? After going through all that, are you still so immature? It hasn’t been that long since you broke up with that bastard Choi Jaehyung, and you’re already falling in love again like a fool! And with Kwon Jisung of all people!”
“Did I say I was going to get married again? It’s none of your business, why are you interfering?”
“Of course I have to interfere. Did your broken engagement mess with your head? That’s why you’re thinking of seeing Kwon Jisung casually.”
“Who said it’s casual? We’ve thought about this a lot too. I know it’s awkward for me too, but I don’t think I need to apologize to you for this relationship.”
“It’s not casual? It’s not casual, but you’re jumping to Kwon Jisung like you’re changing trains? Be honest with me. Was it really Choi Jaehyung who cheated on you? Didn’t you lie to me to break off the engagement? Weren’t you the one two-timing him!”
“Watch your boundaries.”
“You’re the one crossing the line! Kwon Jisung is dead to me too, and if you keep seeing that guy, know that I’ll cut you off too!”
As the conflict between the siblings intensified, the elevator doors opened. At the same time, Dooyoung, who got out of the elevator first, tried to enter the front door, but he felt slightly awkward during the brief wait to press the doorbell code.
The door barely opened, and as they coldly took off their shoes, bumping shoulders, Hyeran, sensing the strange atmosphere, asked.
“What’s wrong with you two?”
Dooyoung, unable to hold it in, answered as if tattling to his mother.
“Mother, I think your daughter has gone crazy.”
“Oppa!”
“What’s all this noise? How old are you two to be fighting?”
Hyeran contorted her face in disbelief at the argument between her grown adult children. The father, who had been watching a drama in the living room, also approached at the loud commotion.
“Song Hayoung, this crazy kid... with Jisung. Haa, she says she’s dating Kwon Jisung.”
“What?”
“What?”
Hayoung lowered her head as her parents froze simultaneously. Tears streamed down her face from the sheer embarrassment.
She remembered the time in high school when she was caught buying a hot dog with a boy from her class in front of the study hall after academy lessons, and she was treated like an unredeemable piece of trash.
She had just been smiling because the hot dog was so delicious. They had exaggerated ridiculously, saying she wasn’t studying and was just going around dating boys and laughing, and they had acted like they would devour her.
Even then, she couldn’t understand why she was being scolded so much. Now that she was an adult, she felt incredibly wronged. Of course, unlike her high school days when she was scolded for not even holding hands with a boy, she had done many things on the bed with Jisung.
“Is what Dooyoung is saying true?”
Hayoung bit her lip with a dissatisfied expression. As soon as she moved companies, she would move out. Song Dooyoung never respected his adult sister’s privacy.
“It’s a bit early, but I really like him, honey. Don’t you think so?”
However, at Hyeran’s words that followed, Dooyoung’s face began to twitch as if something was wrong with him.
“Jisung? I’m all for it. How can you even compare him to that rotten bastard Choi Jaehyung?”
When even Wonguk agreed, Dooyoung pounded his chest as if frustrated.
“Why are you even doing this, Father!”
He had expected them to take his side, but seeing his parents wholeheartedly welcoming Jisung, Dooyoung sighed heavily.
“Hayoung is an adult too. It might be a bit early, but if she’s seeing Jisung, why are you opposing it?”
“Father! Those two... haa.”
Dooyoung swallowed his words as if he couldn’t bring himself to say them.
“In her room...”
“What?”
“Cough. Co-cough. Cough.”
The family tilted their heads in bewilderment at the forced, cut-off ‘k’ sounds.
Was he trying to cough? Why was he constantly hacking?
His father looked at Dooyoung, who was swallowing his words, as if he was frustrated.
“Package, drawer, haa.”
Even then, Dooyoung couldn’t bring himself to speak and abruptly went into his room.
Bang.
“Crazy, perverted bastard.”
The door closed, and they seemed to hear Dooyoung muttering a small curse.
“Is it true? Are you seeing Jisung?”
Hyeran, whose face had been cold recently, asked, holding Hayoung’s hands tightly, her face beaming. Hayoung’s lips fluttered at her mother’s overly pressuring gaze, as if demanding an immediate ‘yes.’
“Well, we’re seeing each other with good feelings...”
“Good feelings? What nonsense is that? Are there people who see each other with bad feelings then?”
“Huh?”
“Tell me quickly. How serious are you?”
Under her mother’s persistent expression, as if demanding an immediate answer that it was very serious, Hayoung barely managed to open her mouth.
“It’s not a casual thing.”
“Is Jisung the kind of person to do things casually? Bring him over soon. For dinner.”
Watching Wonguk, who was trying to maintain composure but whose mouth was practically stretched to his ears, Hayoung fled to her room.
Was it better that they found out?
She felt heavy-hearted yet relieved at Dooyoung’s reaction.
Hayoung, lying face down on her bed, checked her phone. Her heart fluttered at the message from Jisung.
[Jisung Oppa: I want to hear your voice.]
Hayoung immediately called Jisung. Her heart pounded for some reason as she called him, just like when she was worried about getting caught chatting on the phone with a friend secretly during exam periods.
-Yeah, Hayoung-ah.
“Oppa.”
In her room, where soundproofing wasn’t great, Hayoung whispered into the receiver in a small voice.
-How was it? Is Song Dooyoung still making a fuss?
“He’s really crazy. He told Mom and Dad. He’s not a kid. He tells me to act like an adult, but he’s acting more like a child.”
Hayoung poured out her complaints to Jisung.
-What did your mother and father say?
“They like him, what else...”
Jisung chuckled softly, sounding relieved at Hayoung’s answer.
-Should I go over to say hello?
“No. Not yet. Let’s wait until Dooyoung calms down.”
-I had a rough idea of how Song Dooyoung would react if you said you were seeing me.
“He’s the one with the problem. When I was young, I was scared of him because of the age gap, but now I just get angry when he acts like that towards me.”
-I’ll smooth things over.
“He’s threatening to cut ties. It’s okay, don’t smooth things over. You don’t need to.”
-I understand Dooyoung’s feelings too.
“You understand?”
Hayoung retorted, sounding exasperated, and he replied in a gentle voice.
-I’m the one who’s guilty for dating someone as pretty, kind, cute, and young as you.
Hayoung didn’t agree with Jisung’s words, but a corner of her heart tickled at his compliments.
-Hayoung-ah.
“Huh?”
-You’re my girlfriend now in front of the whole world.
A fluttering feeling like she was about to sneeze. Even though no one was watching, her face flushed red, and she writhed on the bed.
Every word Jisung uttered felt sweet like honey in her mouth.
-Let’s go out for some fresh air this weekend. A real, official first date, not a wedding hall.
Hayoung, wrapped in her blanket, twisted her body like a girl. The night deepened as she held her phone, unable to hang up even as her ears burned.
*** Yoon I-ah
She had vaguely vowed that after quitting her job, she would laze around in bed until noon, then binge-watch dramas all day while eating delivery food. But the morning after she actually quit, she woke up with a start at seven.
Hayoung smiled foolishly and started getting ready to go out from the morning. Not wanting to bring Song Dooyoung to their sacred date, she tiptoed towards the front door, only to run straight into Song Dooyoung, who was in the middle of a cold war with her.
“…….”
“…….”
They put on their shoes without acknowledging each other. The time spent waiting for the elevator together felt like an eternity.
“Are you meeting Kwon Jisung?”
Dooyoung, unable to bear the silence, spoke first. Hayoung felt awkward but replied, “Yeah.”
“That crazy bastard. When I asked him to work out, he’d make all sorts of excuses about needing to rest at home on the weekends. Looks like he wants to take a young thing out to play early in the morning?”
Hayoung glared at Dooyoung, who was muttering to himself.
“Oppa, watch your mouth.”
“This is unbelievable. Whose side are you on in front of me right now? Hello, are you going out early?”
While Dooyoung was relentlessly badgering Hayoung with his usual chattiness, the elevator doors opened, and the downstairs neighbor entered.
“Oh my, it’s the teacher. And your sister is going with you. You siblings have such good affection for each other. I heard you’re getting married? Good for you. The groom looked very handsome.”
“Ah, yes...”
Hayoung’s face flushed, and she tightly shut her mouth. Dooyoung also looked like he had a lot to say, but perhaps he couldn’t recount his sister’s messy broken engagement history in front of the neighbor, so he gave an awkward smile and exchanged pleasantries with the lady.
“Teacher, aren’t you getting married?”
“No, not yet.”
“Oh my, I really wanted to introduce you to my nephew.”
“I’m seeing someone.”
“Really? Then maybe there will be double celebrations?”
The doors opened on the first floor, and the neighbor lady disappeared first. Hayoung, who had been watching Dooyoung’s reaction, also stepped out of the elevator, but Dooyoung called out from behind.
“Curfew is 6 PM. Have dinner at home.”
“You’re hilarious. You’re the one who should be home by 6.”
Hayoung snorted and walked away without looking back.
She had to move out as soon as possible. At twenty-five, she couldn’t even date freely. Hayoung was just starting her career, so it was somewhat understandable, but Song Dooyoung, who was over thirty and still hadn’t left his parents’ house, was just pathetic.
How much was he saving up to live so well? As expected of a teacher, he was surprisingly straight-laced, the opposite of how he looked.
Hayoung pondered how much she needed to save for a one-room apartment deposit and then spotted Jisung waiting for her in the distance.
Seeing Jisung waving with a bright smile, Hayoung involuntarily started running towards him.
She wanted to be held in his broad chest. Embraced in the arms of a tall man over 190cm, she wanted to shout to the world.
Everyone, Kwon Jisung is mine!
The moment she was in Jisung’s arms, he lightly lifted her.
“Get a room, you two.”
Then, the window of a Korean mid-sized car passing through the main gate rolled down, and Song Dooyoung clicked his tongue as if he had seen something he shouldn’t have, before disappearing.
“That bastard, haa...”
Jisung frowned as if their sweet morning had been ruined. Seeing even Kwon Jisung’s frown look beautiful, she must have fallen for him completely.
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“If we were going to come to a place like this, you should have told me beforehand...”
Hayoung couldn’t finish her sentence, watching Jisung unbutton his shirt in front of her.
“If I had told you beforehand, you wouldn’t have come, would you?”
“Uh-huh...”
At the private pool villa with an unobstructed view of the ocean, Jisung boldly threw off his clothes.
The beautiful view of Gangwon-do and their modern private pool were both enchanting, but what she liked most was Jisung’s naked body.
She couldn’t take her eyes off the writhing muscles every time he threw off an article of clothing. The past two times they had sex, she had been overwhelmed by Jisung and hadn’t been fully aware, but watching him undress in broad daylight like this left her speechless.
She was familiar with his suit fit, but his broad shoulders were particularly attractive. The firm muscles from his deeply set collarbones to his chest were not excessive but just the right amount of sexy.
Could a man’s chest be this alluring...?
Hayoung’s eyes traced the flawless, sculpted curves from his chest to his abs and hip bones.
Thud, his briefs fell to the floor, and his magnificent cock bobbed at his navel as if nodding.
And when Hayoung discovered his hairless genitals, she couldn’t close her mouth.
“O-Oppa...?”
As Hayoung’s pupils shook violently, Jisung chuckled softly, running his hand down his cock, wiping away the pre-cum that had formed at the tip.
“They say this is good for hygiene.”
The size of Jisung’s genitals was revealed starkly without the hair. She had vaguely known it was large, but with the black hair gone, she was about to be overwhelmed by its volume.
“You’re not very strong either. And your period pains are severe.”
“How does Oppa know I have bad period pains?”
They had done all sorts of things, but it made her face flush to hear him mention her period pains.
“I remember Song Dooyoung running errands for your painkillers.”
“Ah...”
Hayoung had thought he wasn’t very interested in her, but she was touched to see that Jisung remembered even the small details. But apart from her touched heart, her gaze was fixed on his lower body.
“The person who said we were going on a date came prepared...”
Hayoung muttered to herself, rolling her eyes. Of course, since you never knew what might happen between a man and a woman, Hayoung had also shaved her armpits and legs while preparing for the date. But the thought of having to reveal her abundant pubic hair alone in front of Kwon Jisung in broad daylight made her lack the courage to take off her clothes.
“Take it off, hurry.”
“Can’t we at least buy a swimsuit? Who takes off all their clothes at a pool?”
Hayoung asked, her face red, and Jisung approached, fumbling with the zipper of her dress.
“This is a place where everyone plays naked. Why else would it be private?”
“I also want to see the ocean...”
“Look at the ocean. I’ll look at you.”
Hayoung spoke nonsensically, feeling awkward about where to look.
“Jeju Island. I want to go to Jeju Island.”
“You’d have to use vacation days to go to Jeju Island. Today isn’t really the day, is it?”
“I saw a guesthouse with an amazing view in Seogwipo on SNS. Before I switch jobs, I want to go to Jeju Island and just stare at the ocean.”
Unable to bring herself to play naked in the pool with the flawless Jisung, she changed the subject and moved her lips, but he lowered his zipper to his waist with a sharp glint in his eyes.
“Hayoung-ah. Oppa doesn’t have much patience. Stop talking nonsense and take it off.”
“Nonsense? How much I love Jeju Island gimbap...”
“There’s so much delicious food in Jeju Island, why would you eat gimbap?”
“No, gimbap there isn’t the kind of gimbap Oppa is thinking of, I swear!”
“Okay, I’ll buy it for you. We’ll definitely eat it next time we go, okay?”
Thud.
No sooner had Jisung finished speaking than Hayoung’s dress fell to the floor.
And a smile spread across Jisung’s lips as he saw Hayoung’s lingerie set, which she had clearly put some effort into choosing.
“I thought you were a bunny, but you’re a fox.”
“Huh?”
“You dressed this sexily to show Oppa, so why are you pretending you don’t want to?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to...”
Jisung skillfully unhooked Hayoung’s bra. The black lace bra fell to the floor, and her breasts swayed.
“If it’s not that you don’t want to, then what is it?”
Jisung tapped her nipples with his fingertips as if looking at something fascinating.
The image of her pubic hair floating like seaweed on the surface of the pool water flashed through Hayoung’s mind. Even though they had seen everything, she didn’t want to show such a sight to Jisung.
“I don’t like playing naked in the pool.”
“Then we can play naked outside the pool.”
Jisung ripped off Hayoung’s panties as if it were a matter of course.
“Hee, why are you doing this! If it tears, it won’t match anymore.”
“What do you need them to match for? We’re going to play naked anyway. You look prettier naked, Hayoung-ah.”
He forcefully hugged Hayoung’s struggling waist, pulled off her panties, and threw them far away.
Inside the bright pool villa bathed in sunlight, Jisung thoroughly scanned her naked body.
She felt like she was being sucked in by his gaze alone, and goosebumps ran down her spine.
Jisung bit Hayoung’s lips and caressed her breasts, waist, and pelvis in turn. Then, at the touch that slid softly between her legs, Hayoung couldn’t help but moan.
“Haa, uhn.”
“Hoo, if you make such sexy sounds, it’ll be hard for Oppa to hold back until you’re wet.”
Jisung relentlessly poked at Hayoung’s clit, exhaling as if he couldn’t bear it. The moment Hayoung arched her back and lifted her hips, Jisung suddenly picked her up and plunged into the water with a splash.
“Ah!”
Hayoung screamed in surprise. As they moved towards the deeper end of the lane, Hayoung’s feet couldn’t reach the bottom.
Hayoung became scared at the unexpected depth of the pool, and Jisung gave a sinister smile, making her wrap her legs around his waist.
“Hold Oppa tight.”
“Hee, I’m, scared. Let me down...”
“It’s okay. If you’re scared, just hold on tighter.”
Hayoung instinctively clung to Jisung as if her life depended on it. The position with her legs wide open deepened the clitoral stimulation.
“Hee, uhn, haa.”
“It spreads open nicely like this. It’s easy to enter with your hole open.”
Jisung savored Hayoung’s inner walls with his fingertips, as if gauging her insides. He inserted his middle finger deeply, caressing every nook and cranny of the ridges, and then started thrusting back and forth with three fingers simultaneously.
Her head spun from the tantalizing poking of his fingers. She felt like she would go crazy from his touch, which knew exactly where to stimulate her sensitive spots, but she needed a stronger thrust.
“Hoo, Hayoung-ah. Even your pubic hair is pretty.”
Jisung chuckled softly, looking down at Hayoung’s black hair swaying like seaweed in the water. Even in the midst of her ecstasy, Hayoung didn’t want to show that embarrassing sight, so she involuntarily tried to cover herself with her hand, and the strength in her arms holding him loosened.
“Ah!”
Before Hayoung could fall backward, Jisung held her like a bride and gracefully exited the pool.
He laid Hayoung, who didn’t feel heavy at all, directly onto the beach bed and buried his nose in her lower body.
“Don’t.”
“Why not? Move your hand. It’s pretty, why are you doing this?”
“It’s embarrassing...”
Jisung stubbornly forced Hayoung’s hand away and put her pubic hair in his mouth.
He licked her clit so meticulously that Hayoung became dazed even before he started penetration.
His bright red tongue pressed against her labia. He licked with a smacking sound and then gently started sucking her clit with his lips.
“Hee, haa, aah!”
As Hayoung arched her hips and shook, Jisung, as if waiting for this, turned her over so she was on all fours like a dog.
Slap!
“Ah!”
“Damn it. Why is your butt so plump that it makes me want to keep hitting it?”
Jisung cursed under his breath and put a condom on his erect cock. He gently rubbed the tip against her entrance and then thrust deeply inside without mercy.
Thwack!
Their tightly joined genitals, like sticky dough merging, writhed as if about to burst. Her vaginal walls, which repeatedly contracted and relaxed, chewing on his shaft, and his tip, where his pulse throbbed as he barely endured his climax, were all on the verge of plummeting over the cliff of pleasure.
“Hoo, Hayoung-ah. How can it feel so good just by entering?”
“Hee, O, Oppa, move faster...”
Hayoung urged him on, lifting her hips, but Jisung, buried inside her, didn’t move.
Hayoung panted and turned her head back. Jisung, attached to her like a dog from behind, deliberately moved his outstretched hand quickly, stimulating her clit as if teasing her.
“Hee, uhn, Oppa, please, move faster...”
“Smart girl.”
Only then did Jisung begin to thrust into her waist. He usually didn’t force Hayoung to use honorifics, but strangely, when they had sex, he reacted particularly strongly to her polite speech.
“Hee, O, ppa, harder, please...”
Thwack, thwack!
Jisung, who had been shaking Hayoung violently, suddenly lifted her up again like a bride.
Saying he couldn’t lay Hayoung on the unyielding beach bed, he sat down and, holding her like a child, slammed her down onto his cock.
“Gasp, aah!”
Hayoung, held in Jisung’s arms, fell into orgasm just like that. Jisung thrust his cock into Hayoung’s vagina, as if shaking a light doll.
Due to the weight, his cock entered unusually deeply. Because she was shaved, she could clearly see Jisung’s hairless cock moving in and out of her vagina.
The love juice that thoroughly wet his thick shaft was greedy. The cock that thrust laboriously was so menacing just to look at that it made her dizzy.
“Haa!”
The moment her inner walls contracted strongly, not allowing even the slightest gap, Jisung finally laid her down and exhaled hot breath as they remained joined.
“Gasp, hoo...”
The movements of his shaft, which was pulsating and ejaculating, were vivid. Jisung kissed Hayoung’s eyes, nose, and lips, and whispered.
“When will I be able to really cum inside our baby’s vagina?”
At his vulgar words, Hayoung fell into a multi-orgasm. Even after ejaculating, Jisung kept his cock inside Hayoung for a long time, savoring her inner walls as they involuntarily twitched and chewed on his member.
When her writhing, moaning body subsided as if having a seizure, he pulled out his cock, disengaged, and took off the condom.
In Jisung’s unfocused hand was already a second condom.
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He didn’t want to send Hayoung back home if he could help it, but thinking of her parents and Dooyoung, he headed the car towards Seoul.
“Sleepy...”
Hayoung, exhausted after just four rounds of sex, nodded off in the passenger seat. Seeing Hayoung so tired, Jisung felt like a real lunatic, getting an erection in the driver’s seat.
“Don’t fall asleep.”
Jisung woke Hayoung up. He had many trials next week, so it would be difficult to see her on weekdays. The only time they had was the weekend, and he couldn’t send her home late at night, so he wanted to talk to her during the time they had together.
“Tell me something interesting.”
Hayoung rubbed her sleepy eyes and said.
“The person in the passenger seat is the one who should tell interesting stories.”
Hayoung pursed her lips as if annoyed.
Haa, she’s so cute it’s hard on my heart. How can her mumbling mouth be so adorable?
“I’m feeling a bit hungry.”
“There’s chocolate in the back seat. Eat it.”
“Of course.”
Hayoung munched on the chocolate that Jisung had prepared in advance. Just watching her eat made him smile.
“But eating something sweet makes me want to eat gimbap.”
“Shall we go eat gimbap?”
“No. Jeju Island gimbap.”
Jisung frowned, watching Hayoung go on about Jeju Island gimbap. It reminded him of Song Dooyoung, who had gone on a trip to the Philippines once and hadn’t stopped talking about mangoes for three years. Philippine mangoes were different, or something like that. Anyway, they were siblings, so they were quite similar in this regard.
“I should take a vacation day soon. If I’m going to go eat gimbap with our Hayoung.”
“Let’s definitely eat tteokbokki too?”
“Alright. Guesthouse. Jeju Island. Gimbap. Tteokbokki.”
Jisung chuckled softly, remembering Hayoung’s words. Her small wish list was adorably cute.
“Oh, right. I heard the news about my broken engagement has already spread.”
“Where?”
“Among my university alumni. The senior who helped me with the job change asked me about it.”
“That male senior?”
“Yeah.”
Jisung felt uneasy at Hayoung’s mention of her ‘senior.’ The fact that he had specifically offered Hayoung a scouting offer felt suspicious.
It wasn’t that he doubted Hayoung’s abilities, but realistically, it didn’t make sense to scout a newbie who hadn’t even completed a year at their company.
Men are usually calculating. There was no way he wouldn’t be interested in someone as cute and adorable as Hayoung.
“Looks like he might be interested in you?”
“No way.”
Jisung probed subtly, but Hayoung waved her hand, denying it.
Of course, Hayoung herself might not know. But Jisung, who knew that there had been more than one or two guys hovering around Hayoung since she was young, was quite bothered by her continued talk of this ‘senior.’
Even before he confessed to Hayoung, there were at least five guys that Song Dooyoung had dealt with. If he included the ones who actually confessed, it would probably be more than ten.
“Why no way? How old is he?”
“I think the senior was thirty this year? It’s a bit hazy.”
“A senior who’s five years older is still looking after a junior even after graduating?”
“Well, there aren’t many people in public administration who become developers. It’s a unique case. We have to stick together.”
The word ‘we’ made him feel unpleasant again.
“We?”
Hayoung tilted her head, perhaps noticing Jisung’s tone.
“Do you not like me meeting my senior?”
“No, that’s not it.”
“You seem jealous.”
“It’s not jealousy, it’s just that usually when a man is kind to a woman, there’s a reason for it. Men are more calculating than you think.”
“Were you also calculating when you helped me?”
“Yeah.”
Hayoung laughed it off, taking Jisung’s words as a joke.
But there wasn’t a single lie in his words about helping Hayoung calculatively.
If she hadn’t been cute, pretty, and lovely, he wouldn’t have rushed over in the middle of his late-night work, and he certainly wouldn’t have held back from getting angry even when his cock was grabbed.
“Same department?”
“That’s right.”
“You’ll see him every day then.”
“Of course.”
“…….”
If he asked one more question here, he would probably be labeled as a petty guy who was jealous over nothing.
“He sounds like a grateful senior. I should tell him I’ll treat him to a meal later.”
“Eh, how can I say that?”
“Why?”
“It hasn’t been that long since my engagement was broken off. I can’t bring myself to say I have someone I’m dating yet. I’m just not going to talk about my personal life at work for now.”
“…….”
He had subtly wanted to let it be known that Hayoung had a boyfriend, but Hayoung, unaware of Jisung’s feelings, drew a clear line.
Seeing Hayoung mention her broken engagement made a corner of his heart ache for some reason.
Hayoung had had a fiancé. He should be grateful that he could be with her thanks to the hurt she received from that fiancé, but sometimes he felt an unbearable jealousy.
He knew it was a sticky emotion, but the more his feelings grew, the greater the messy period he wanted to ignore became.
The desire for only him to exist for this person.
The childish wish to be her first and last.
Recalling the moment he was happy to hear that he was Hayoung’s first made him shudder at how much of a jerk he had been. He had sworn he never placed any significance on a woman’s first time. Yet, the fact that he was Hayoung’s first made him feel as if he had the whole world.
It was the first time he had such feelings for a woman. He wanted to look away, but his jealousy grew clearer.
But what could he do?
He liked his friend’s younger sister, who was seven years younger. A thief has no words to say even if he has a mouth.
“Oppa, shall I turn on some music?”
His heart melted at her polite speech. A sweet spring breeze spread through his softened heart again. Hayoung’s magical word, which even made him forget his jealousy, followed.
“Sure.”
Hayoung brightly played music. He found Hayoung, humming along to K-pop and twitching a beat late like someone with no rhythm, incredibly lovely.
Thinking of Hayoung going to work in a den full of dark male developers made a corner of his heart feel suffocated.
Haa, what should he do with this cute thing? He wanted to quickly let the whole world know that Song Hayoung was his woman.
Now that she was going into an IT company teeming with only men, there would be a truckload of guys lining up for the pretty, cute, and adorable one and only Song Hayoung.
To bring Song Hayoung into his fold, the first step would be to untangle the mess with Song Dooyoung.
Jisung wanted to get closer to Hayoung as soon as possible, even if it meant humbling himself to his estranged friend.
“Hayoung-ah.”
“Huh?”
“I’d like to formally greet your mother and father.”
“Greet them? You can just do it.”
Hayoung, who had been humming along to the music, replied casually.
“I was wondering if we could meet my parents and greet them together.”
“……!”
“Shall we do that?”
Hayoung, who had been engrossed in the music, suddenly opened her mouth wide like she had seen a ghost.
“What does that... mean? Oppa’s parents are in Australia.”
“What do you think it means?”
Jisung smiled at Hayoung. Hayoung’s pupils shook violently.
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