It’s not to that extent, you’re not my everything, and you can’t change all my plans and life.
He checked and defended, but now he had no choice but to admit it. Taekyung laughed bitterly.
“From your toes. Enough to not feel unjust even if you’re exploited all night.”
“…….'”
“Who made Yoon Wooyeon cry like this?”
Wooyeon didn’t answer.
Instead of an answer, their lips met deeply.
Drowsiness surged.
She had been soaking in the bath and had been in his arms for a long time. As the sad memories that were being eroded one by one, like the drooping eyelids, gradually faded away.
“Are you sleepy?”
“……Yeah.”
As soon as she gave a heavy answer that seemed like her head would drop at any moment, he supported her face with his shoulder.
“If you’re sleepy, you should sleep.”
Without holding back.
Mixed with a gentle breath, Taekyung caressed Wooyeon’s ear. In a delusion that felt like lying on his grandmother’s lap in childhood, Wooyeon’s eyelids gradually grew heavier.
Snooze. If I fall asleep like this, tomorrow will be okay.
The cold body melted, and as much as the warmed temperature, her heart became more comfortable.
Softly, she fell asleep.
Beyond dawn, as a habit, Wooyeon opened her eyes. This time, she was dressed only in Taekyung’s large T-shirt.
“Haah.”
However, she couldn’t shout again that she had put this on him like before.
She called him, pleaded for him to come, and sat alone in the empty house, waiting only for Cha Taekyung. Because it was her.
What time was it?
The wall clock pointed to five o’clock in the morning.
Reaching out, she picked up her phone. There were two missed calls and several messages from Seo Jiwu.
She couldn’t understand why Jo Inyeong brought her a photo, but he said he would resolve this matter.
The messages were apologies, thanks, and shameless requests for her to accept.
She lifted the blanket and sat halfway up. The room was dark, but thanks to the dawn moonlight coming through the window, it wasn’t difficult to recognize objects.
Wooyeon wrapped her shoulders with her arms.
Is Cha Taekyung outside the door?
Rather than thinking that she saw an unpleasant sight, she just wanted him to be outside.
When Wooyeon opened the door and went outside, Taekyung was looking at piled-up work on the dining table instead of the study.
Rather than thinking that she showed him an unpleasant sight, Wooyeon, who had come out worried that he might not be outside, scratched the back of her head with a grimace.
It must have been a few hours.
The wall clock pointed to five o’clock in the morning.
Still not realizing it, it seemed like he forgot how busy he was.
Thinking she hadn’t noticed yet, Wooyeon, trying to go back into the room as it was, was called by Taekyung.
“Come here.”
Their eyes met from a distance. He took off his glasses and pressed beneath her eyes.
An awkward atmosphere flowed. Feeling like she should say something, Wooyeon pointed to where his glasses used to be for no reason.
“Do you wear glasses when you work?”
“Sometimes.”
“Maybe I disturbed you.”
He didn’t deny that she did disturb him. Instead of an answer, he grabbed Wooyeon’s waist and sat her on his lap. Although Taekyung’s T-shirt was enough to cover her hips, sitting on his lap exposed her legs.
His gaze swept over there.
Embarrassed, she tried to cover her thighs with her hands, but he firmly held Wooyeon’s wrist.
“Did you sleep well?”
“…Yes. What about you, Representative? Couldn’t you even sigh?”
“No. I fell asleep, woke up an hour ago. There was a lot to do, but you didn’t let me go.”
“…”
“You kept digging.”
She probably did. Even in her dreams, Yoon Wooyeon was too lonely.
Wooyeon smiled dryly.
“Were you cold?”
“It’s summer.”
“Hearts can be cold even in summer.”
“…”
“I’m working. I don’t want to be disturbed.”
She tried to get away from him. She thought about going home, drinking some warm tea, reading the newspaper every morning, and leisurely going to work.
“It’s already late.”
Disturbing someone else’s concentration. With that look, Taekyung pulled Wooyeon towards him.
She realized that she couldn’t escape that unwavering gaze.
It was too clear that he had something to say, and after those words were spoken, their bodies would intertwine again.
“…Representative.”
He gently brushed Wooyeon’s eyes with his thumb. The eyes, swollen from crying too much, almost welled up with tears again every time he touched them.
“I prefer Yoon Wooyeon to cry only in front of me.”
“…”
“But I can’t do anything.”
“…”
“Because you cry, I can’t do anything.”
So, don’t cry.
In that brief moment of disrupted breathing, he kissed her eyes.
As if wishing to mark and hurt her, he left traces on Wooyeon’s body.
Starting with a kiss on her eyes, Taekyung moved down Wooyeon’s nose, lips, and neck.
He skimmed her abdomen, brushed her thighs, and when he kissed below her knees, he neatly lifted her body onto the bed.
There was no confusion.
Whether he liked me, loved me. How much he desired me.
At least, on the bed, he didn’t make it confusing.
It was ecstatic. The fact that I received the love of such a cold man.
Suddenly, she thought she should give names to the fish at home.
When the day breaks, she thought about digging into his arms again as an excuse for the dazzling sunlight.
In the blue dawn, this space that should be entirely blue was entirely red like the sunset Taekyung liked.
Soaked in that color, Wooyeon tasted a deep, radiant pleasure. She didn’t even know if it was love. So deep, so brilliant.
It was the first time she felt like she wanted to give her whole life.
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