The woman sighed deeply and made a call. The ringtone was audible in the quiet space, but the phone was off.
“Damn Seo Tae-seok.”
She seemed to be holding back irritation, pacing in place a few more times before opening the door and leaving. It seemed unlikely that she would think of us being upstairs.
Just as it seemed to be over and Yeoreum tried to pull away, Tae-seok didn’t budge.
“No, we can’t. Secretary Kim is still in the house.”
“But still, we don’t need to stay in this position.”
“She’ll come back. She’s thorough.”
Tae-seok blocked her way more deeply.
“Just a little longer, endure.”
They were almost in an embrace. Tae-seok felt Yeoreum sharply inhale and smiled triumphantly.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear.
“Why, does it thrill you, and you hate it?”
If I really put my mind to seducing you. What will you do?
Yeoreum couldn’t respond, just opened her eyes wide and spoke.
“How long will we do this?”
“Maybe 30 minutes?”
Yeoreum looked aghast at Tae-seok’s upper body, which was almost touching her. There was nowhere else to look or escape to. All she could see was his broad chest.
The prominently muscled chest dominated her view, despite being covered by a shirt. The muscles writhed with every movement, dizzying her view. Yeoreum felt suffocated.
Yet Tae-seok just stood there, blocking her path with no particular intent.
‘How am I supposed to endure 30 minutes like this?’
She was in a dilemma.
The man was emotionless, solid as a rock, while she alone was heating up. Feeling her ears grow hot, she was frustrated with herself.
‘Get a grip, Choi Yeoreum.’
Yeoreum exhaled softly. Just then, Tae-seok’s heavy body scent flooded in.
The unique scent of Seo Tae-seok, a mix of faint perfume and natural body odor.
Yeoreum closed her eyes tightly.
Despite knowing eyes and nose are unrelated, she had no other way to react.
So she missed the moment Tae-seok’s head neared her ear again.
His breath sticky, he said, “Open your eyes, Choi Yeoreum.”
A chill ran down her spine, making her shiver. Startled, Yeoreum opened her eyes to see him smiling.
“If you stand like this, you’ll get tired. Keep your eyes open. Don’t close them.”
“But…”
If I open my eyes, all I see is your chest.
Yeoreum swallowed the rest of her sentence with her saliva.
“But, what?”
“No, it’s nothing.”
He chuckled and licked Yeoreum’s ear with his eyes.
Yeah, look at me.
Feeling his gaze, Yeoreum hastily turned her head. Strange. It was just a look, but it felt like a moist touch.
‘It’s just my imagination. Just my imagination!’
After a while, he straightened up, returning to his height. All that remained in her view was his chest.
A position where a hand’s reach could touch him.
No, without fully extending her hand, he was there.
‘Oppa. My Tae-seok oppa.’
She indulged in a momentary collapse.
The man who was once my everything. Seo Tae-seok, my dream and future. If I grabbed his waist, cried and clung to him, what expression would he show?
If I confessed that I still love him, how would he react?
The crazy thoughts were endless.
What if she boldly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly?
Would he be surprised or show contempt?
Perhaps he’d smile victoriously, having succeeded in shaking me.
At the end of her bold fantasy, Yeoreum sighed softly. That was when it happened.
“Do it.”
His voice, softly resonating, startled Yeoreum.
What?
Do what?
Has this man gone mad?
“What, what?”
She was so flustered, her words barely came out. This man. Could he have read my thoughts?
Tae-seok looked down at her from above and chuckled. Literally a heart-melting smile.
“Why are you surprised? Weren’t you trying to push me away?”
Looking at Yeoreum’s hands, hesitantly positioned, he commented.
“Ah. The hands.”
“Did you think something else?”
“No, no. Right. I wanted you to back off.”
Yeoreum gestured a pushing motion.
“Just do it, then.”
Tae-seok spoke slowly, grabbing her hand and pulling it to his chest.
“If you don’t like it, push me away.”
His voice lazily flowed.
The taut chest muscles felt electrifying through her palm. Like being struck by lightning, sparks flew through Yeoreum’s body.
Unable to pull her hand away, she stood dazed. Tae-seok, with a provocative look, said,
“You seem to be trembling.”
Why does his teasing get worse every day?
Was grabbing her hand in the workroom not enough?
It seemed she had already been completely shaken, her resolve to live like an empty can gone. Now her heart raced just from his look.
Gritting her teeth, Yeoreum withdrew her hand.
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