Impossible Romance - Chapter 44

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44.

When I opened my eyes, Seok-ha was gone. I rubbed my eyes in the cozy bedroom and looked around. Beyond the window, the blue sky told me the sun had already climbed to its zenith.
Waking up this late was the consequence of last night’s intensity.
Was he showering? Seeing him in broad daylight suddenly flooded me with embarrassment. The memory of crying so freely in his arms rushed back, and my face burned hot.
I barely managed to get out of bed and down to the floor. Since I’d come straight here from the laundry room last night, I had nothing decent to wear.
The clothes I’d arrived in had vanished—he must have put them away. With no choice, I grabbed one of his shirts, threw it on haphazardly, and headed out. I planned to go to my room and change into proper clothes.
He was such a tall man that even just his shirt covered my thighs. It was like wearing a shirt-dress.
A rustling sound from the kitchen made a smile bloom on my lips. Seok-ha, wearing only training pants, moved busily in front of the induction cooktop. Following the sweet aroma, I went and stood behind him.
“A cat? Sneaking around without a sound.”
Seok-ha must have eyes in the back of his head—I’d approached without making the slightest noise, yet he turned around immediately. He looked startled, his eyes widening as he gazed at me, and his lips went straight to my forehead, stamping it like a seal.
“Ahn Joon-hee, you’ve gotten bold. Taking my clothes without permission.”
His lips descended from my forehead to my mouth with firm precision before finally pulling away.
“Oh, I didn’t have any clothes. I’m sorry. I’ll change right away.”
“No, no! As punishment, keep wearing it like that.”
“I can’t.”
My cheeks flushed slightly. Since I hadn’t bothered with underwear, I felt anxious. With a mischievous man like Seok-ha, I couldn’t let my guard down.
“Then, while I’m cooking, just hold my waist and lean against me. You can do that much, can’t you?”
Seok-ha made an absurd request, as if he were being spoiled. Yet I didn’t dislike his demand.
“Understood.”
I wrapped my arms around Seok-ha’s waist from behind and rested my cheek gently against his back. Since I’d removed my top, pressing my cheek against his bare skin felt strangely wonderful.
Each time his arms moved busily, I felt his pulse traveling down his spine. His firm back, like a cool mountain range, gave me a sense of security while stirring an inexplicable excitement.
With my eyes closed, a cool, ocean-like fragrance reached me. My heated cheeks cooled against his body warmth, and it felt blissful. At this rate, I wouldn’t need a fan even in summer. I swayed with his movements, eyes closed as if I might drift to sleep.
How much time had passed?
“All done.”
He turned his head and looked down at me.
As I opened my eyes, Seok-ha caressed my cheeks with both hands. He’d held me all night, and now seeing my face, desire surged through him again.
He wanted nothing more than to hold me once more—not in the morning, but right now. But if he did, he’d surely hear himself called a beast and be cast out. Still, even if he heard it, maybe he’d try once more….
“It smells wonderful.”
His thoughts shattered at the sound of my clear voice.
I marveled at the melted cheese sandwich and scrambled eggs. The brightness in my eyes suggested I hadn’t noticed the dark intentions he’d harbored just moments before.
Seok-ha shrugged and set the plate on the dining table. Somehow he’d already arranged coffee, milk, and even apple slices—it looked more abundant than some brunch cafes.
“Let’s eat.”
Seok-ha said it lightly and came to sit beside me.
“Go sit over there. Why are you sitting here?”
It was a table for four, and when Seok-ha came to my side, I laughed and pushed him away.
“Obvious. I like being next to you.”
Seok-ha pulled his chair closer, sitting even nearer to me.
Watching him, I laughed in disbelief. Perhaps with Seok-ha, I could laugh like this every day.
Of course, there would be days when we argued and grew angry, but there would be more days filled with laughter. At the same time, I wasn’t confident I could bring laughter to Seok-ha.
“The Executive Director makes me laugh,”
“Call me oppa. Come on, try it.”
He winked playfully, squinting one eye.
I laughed again, but Jun-hee spoke with a serious expression.
“The Executive Director feels comfortable. Oppa makes me ticklish.”
“Even if it tickles, I like it.”
Seok-ha tapped Jun-hee’s forehead with his finger, looking displeased.
“Anyway, the Executive Director gives me laughter, but I have nothing to give back. What should I do?”
“You can’t give laughter?”
“No. And other things too.”
Jun-hee pulled her head back and brushed his hand away. Her face was still full of smiles, but she was indirectly revealing her own inadequacy.
I was beginning to understand that Seok-ha liked me unconditionally. Compared to him, I fell so short in everything—was this really acceptable? Could I really just keep receiving like this?
An unbalanced relationship finds shame even before love. Compared to him who possessed so much, I fell far short, yet I couldn’t imagine a more shameless love than this.
“You know, Ahn Jun-hee has quite the misconception about herself.”
He gently caressed Jun-hee’s cheek.
“What do you mean?”
This time, Jun-hee quietly accepted his touch. The sensation of his fingers brushing across her cheek felt wonderful.
“You’re hilarious. You have a really funny face. Didn’t you know?”
He spoke loudly while gently shaking the cheek he’d been caressing.
“That’s ridiculous.”
Jun-hee laughed again in disbelief. He had the ability to make Jun-hee laugh in any situation. Just like now.
“It really is ridiculous. You know those ugly dolls? You look like one. I don’t even watch comedy shows when I’m with you. Just looking at your face makes me laugh.”
“That makes no sense….”
Knowing he was teasing, Jun-hee gave him a slight glare.
“You know what makes even less sense? Every time I see you, my heart flutters.”
When Seok-ha finished speaking, his eyes were filled not with playfulness but with serious tenderness. Jun-hee, looking at him, didn’t know what to say. Her heart simply raced and trembled loudly.
Time seemed to stop at the Breakfast Table. Seok-ha lowered his head toward Jun-hee and pressed his lips against hers. His thick lips locked with hers as his Adam’s apple moved viscously.
The sound of a plate rattling on the table seemed distant and dreamlike. The kiss, blending melted butter and rich cheese, was sweeter than ever before.
RRRR.
Just then, a text message notification sounded from the mobile phone on the Living Room table. Jun-hee, who had been kissing Seok-ha, pulled her head back and stood up.
Knowing it was hers, Jun-hee rushed over and checked her phone, her expression turning serious. Her face was equally serious as she pressed the keypad to reply.
“What is it?”
Seok-ha looked at Jun-hee with a subtle expression mixing regret and irritation. It was clear he was suppressing the urge to rush over and check who had sent the message.
“It’s Hwang Manager.”
“What? Hwang Manager? That bastard—I mean, why is Hwang Manager contacting you?”
“He was asking where I put the revised documents for the Daewon High-tech bidding. Apparently, you just instructed him to prepare everything without a single error by Monday?”
Jun-hee spoke with a smile playing at her lips. He was truly a man she couldn’t figure out—when did he even give work instructions while cooking?
“What? Why are you getting work calls even on Sunday? What kind of company is that, anyway?”
Seok-ha, feeling embarrassed, joked while making an empty threat.
“Didn’t you know? This kind of thing happens all the time at Seonjin Corporation. Overtime on weekdays is standard, and weekend shifts are brutal too. You really didn’t know.”
As Jun-hee spoke with a smile, Seok-ha drew close and wrapped his arm firmly around her waist.
“I need to find out who this Executive Director is and teach him a lesson. Who makes people work on weekends? We’re too busy kissing for that.”
He whispered as he drew her earlobe into his mouth, his warm breath sending a tingling sensation through her ear that bloomed anew.
“W-we should eat.”
Jun-hee spoke with her face flushed crimson. Every time she opened her mouth, it seemed to lead to a kiss—it was almost laughable.
“Do we really have to eat?”
“Of course. The Executive Director prepared it, so we should eat. Out of respect, at least.”
“I made a mistake preparing it.”
He lifted Jun-hee effortlessly and carried her toward the Dining Table. It seemed today would be another busy one.

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