So, not expecting much, Sajun doing things he didn’t do before was honestly bewildering.
Coming to pick her up, contacting her, behaving affectionately, and now, suddenly saying he loves her.
Like a bulldozer rushing in without warning.
In the midst of mixed feelings, Taehui ate tteokbokki, not sure if she ate it with her mouth or nose.
She had never expected it. She had only thought about delving into Sajun’s daily life, not that Sajun would delve into hers.
With just one trivial and unimportant word missing sincerity from her most earnest wish, a gesture, and one easily swayed by emotions, her pride was hurt.
At that moment, a bell rang from inside her handbag.
Although it was an unsaved phone number, the last digits seemed strangely familiar.
She hesitated for a moment, but Taehui quickly rejected the call.
If it’s someone she knows or an important matter, they might send a text.
Putting the phone back into her handbag, Taehui glanced at Sajun, who was driving.
The side profile with overlapping sharp lines looks sophisticated, but the brawny biceps protruding below the sleeveless shirt resemble a beast.
But then again, the fingers lightly gripping the steering wheel are long and firm, exuding a sexy vibe.
As Sajun said, he seems to be a pervert.
Brightening up the face and body.
With a light sigh, Taehui turned her gaze back to the side window.
There were pros and cons to transitioning from longtime friends to lovers.
The car, now silent without the bell sound, returned to calmness, but there was no awkwardness or discomfort.
Listing the cons, it felt a bit awkward in terms of skinship since they had been friends for so long.
“Min Taehui, don’t get off, wait.”
Taehui’s consciousness drifted away with Sajun’s soft voice in her ear.
They were suddenly in front of her house.
Since it was a one-room building without an elevator, there was no private parking.
After passing the building a bit more, Sajun, who had parked the car, took out an umbrella from the back seat.
“You have that in your car?”
Taehui asked with a puzzled expression, and Sajun chuckled.
“What are you talking about? I heard it would rain tonight, so I brought it.”
“You… checked the weather forecast?”
“It’s basic courtesy when going to pick up your lover.”
…Basic courtesy.
“Not just dating in the car.”
…Dating.
In the moment Taehui was confused by the unfamiliar word, Sajun, who had gotten out of the car, opened the passenger door.
“Get out, Min Taehui.”
As Taehui got out of the car in a dazed mood, the umbrella tilted.
The rain that had been falling stopped for a moment, and then heavy raindrops poured down.
Walking side by side with Sajun, listening to the sound of rain tapping on the ground, they headed down the alley.
Although their bodies were close enough to feel the heat emanating from Sajun’s body, they never touched.
There was a way to wrap their shoulders, but since they were in a romantic relationship, Taesun thought Sajun would be still.
Sajun’s other hand, which didn’t hold the umbrella, was casually tucked into his pants pocket.
Very sophisticated, as if he had no intention of taking it out until they reached the front of the house.
When going to eat tteokbokki, he made her pay attention with a hand that seemed to touch or not touch.
While sweetly saying, “I love you,” “Stay by my side,” “I’ll do well,” with no soul.
Why is physical contact so shy and cautious?
It’s frustrating for the viewer and makes them mischievous.
He only allowed a kiss; can’t he at least take the initiative and hold hands first?
Thinking various thoughts, they had unknowingly reached the entrance of the one-room building.
“Let’s go inside.”
Instead of going inside, Taehui, standing facing him, silently stared at Sajun’s right shoulder.
Blame it on Sajun’s tough shoulders, but it was also because she was soaked.
How can she endure this sticky feeling with her obsessive-compulsive disorder? With such thoughts, Taehui quietly scanned her body.
Despite wearing slingback heels, the hem was wet up to the middle of her knees, but her bare shoulders covered by a thin silk blouse remained dry.
Unwet shoulders, an area untouched by the narrow umbrella.
What that meant, Taehui couldn’t be unaware of.
Silent consideration, cautious thoughts.
Taehui, standing still without entering, seemed strange, so Sajun spoke again.
“Why aren’t you coming in?”
Indeed, why wasn’t I going in?
Asking herself, Taehui slowly closed and opened her eyes.
Through the empty retina, Sajun’s face was vividly imprinted.
Under the umbrella’s shadow, eyes darker than the night sky, glistening with raindrops, a proud nose, and tightly closed red lips.
In the narrow alley where no one passed, relying on the dim streetlight, the dark street, the pleasing sound of rain like a melody, and Sajun in front of her.
Facing Sajun on a rainy night made the emotions she had been holding back burst like a dam.
I like you, Sajun. I’m crazy about you.
So easily shaken like this. Even though it will continue to shake like this.
“Sajun.”
Instead of an answer, Sajun silently looked at her with moist eyes.
I want to etch myself into your eyes that contain nothing.
I hope a crack forms in your perfect chest.
Even a sturdy dam collapses with a small and fine crack at some point.
“I love you too.”
That’s why. To express a seemingly false sincerity.
“For a very long time, much longer than you think.”
I hope you slowly realize when thinking of me, who doesn’t love you, who is not with you.
That the moments we spent together were the happiest for you. That I, who wasn’t with you, was quite a precious existence for you.
Pressing that earnestness silently into her heart, Taehui smiled brightly.
“Why, do you think I can’t do it? I’ll do well if I do it too.”
For a moment, Sajun, who had been silently looking at her, smoothly raised the corners of his lips.
A flash passed through the black pupils in the long eyes.
Smiling with an inscrutable smooth face, he said.
“That’s right. Min Taehui, you’re doing well.”
“…….”
“I want to believe it’s true.”
While my heart trembled so much at the one word “I love you,” you are so calm and composed.
Swallowing the bitter laughter, Taehui gently cupped Sajun’s cheek with her hand.
The umbrella, along with Sajun’s upper body, leaned in.
A magical time that understands whatever is said or heard, no matter how absurd.
“…….”.
“…….”.
Under the umbrella, their gazes met seamlessly.
In the paused flow of time, Sajun’s lips, gently leaning against Taehui’s face, were carefully touched by thin and white fingers.
In the moment their chaste lips met, the elegant exterior transforms into something erotic and provocative.
Like a beast harboring the raw desire hidden within the elegant shell.
Even if it’s not because you love me, it’s fine if it’s just for an instinctual desire I’ve never tasted before.
If you see me as a woman.
Peering at Sajun beyond the long eyelashes, Taehui brought her face close.
“Then believe me.”
She whispered like a breath and then pressed her lips against his.
It was a moment when the sound of rain tapped on their eardrums, and their breaths echoed, drumming on their hearts.
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