To My Brother’s Friend - Chapter 27

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Chapter 27
The next morning, fortunately, Hee-jo’s complexion had returned to its usual vitality, as if she had never been ill at all.
With steam rising gently from the omelette rice placed before her, Hee-jo sat across from Kwon Yeol at the dining table and asked carefully.
“Are you really sure this is alright?”
“I’ve eaten it before.”
When on earth was that?
It was nearly ten years ago, back when I was still wearing a school uniform. That was when I made omelette rice for Kwon Yeol.
After my brother Hee-jae had enjoyed my first attempt at cooking, I gained confidence and made it for Kwon Yeol when he visited our home.
“Not bad for a kid. Look at you now, making things like this.”
“Is it good? My brother said it was delicious.”
“It’s delicious. Surprisingly so.”
Back then, he had eaten it willingly, even if it tasted poor, because it was a dish made by his friend’s younger sister.
But now Yoon Hee-jo understood.
Kwon Yeol was a man for whom fine cuisine from renowned chefs was his daily norm.
Even the cooks who worked in the kitchen at Jeoksanwon, his family home, were all celebrated culinary masters.
Serving such a man a humble omelette rice felt embarrassing and shameful.
“Perhaps you should just eat at the Company instead….”
“Are you trying to kick me out?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Kwon Yeol took a large spoonful of omelette rice into his mouth and replied with an unbothered expression.
“I love food made by my wife the most.”
“W-wife….”
“Am I wrong?”
In an instant, Hee-jo’s face flushed crimson.
Watching her reaction, Kwon Yeol let out a soft chuckle, then refocused on his meal and added quietly.
“I need to practice. And honestly, I quite like the omelette rice you made. This is the truth.”
His face remained expressionless as always, unreadable, yet his hand moved without hesitation as he pushed food into his mouth.
Watching Kwon Yeol quietly empty his plate as if to prove his sincerity, Hee-jo finally picked up her spoon slowly.
Just yesterday, every bite had felt like chewing sand, gritty and unpleasant.
Strangely enough, now it tasted quite delicious.
With just one person sitting before me, the colors and warmth of the entire world had transformed so completely.
Between the two of them continuing their meal in silence, a quiet and serene air flowed.
Because of this moment, it felt like I could gladly endure even the storm approaching in the not-too-distant future.
And so the brief peace of breakfast passed, and soon it was time to leave the house.
“Um, Kwon Yeol.”
Kwon Yeol, who was putting on his jacket, turned his head.
“You probably already know, but my class has been cancelled.”
“You should have told me earlier.”
His tone resembled the reproach from yesterday about not contacting him, and Hee-jo felt oddly embarrassed.
“I thought you would already know everything without me having to say anything.”
“From now on, I’ll hear it directly from you.”
Kwon Yeol spoke with a slight pause between us.
“That’s what married couples do.”
Not understanding each other’s every move through reports, but sharing the small details of our days through our voices—that’s what we are.
My chest tingled with an unfamiliar warmth, and I bit my lip.
Kwon Yeol, a faint smile playing at his lips, gently tousled my hair before heading toward the entrance hall.
My cheeks flushed, I quickly followed him to see him off.
“Then have a good—”
I had been about to say “have a good day,” but I hesitated and quickly changed my words.
That sounded too much like something a wife would say.
“Do your best today.”
At that, Kwon Yeol let out a soft laugh.
“Do my best while I’m out?”
“Oh, that’s….”
“Aren’t you going to give me a proper goodbye?”
“Oh, have a good day…?”
“Not that.”
Kwon Yeol’s gaze slowly lowered.
Feeling the weight of his stare on my lips, my face grew even warmer.
“You said we should keep practicing when we’re alone.”
Well, that’s true.
I hesitated for a moment before slowly approaching him.
Carefully placing my hands on his broad shoulders, I rose onto my toes and pressed my lips lightly against his.
It was barely more than a brush, but my heart raced wildly.
“I’ll be back.”
Looking at Kwon Yeol’s small smile, I took a shallow breath and opened my mouth.
“I don’t think that’s quite enough.”
“Enough for what?”
“A newlywed couple’s morning greeting shouldn’t be just this, I think.”
I approached him again and pressed my lips deeper than before.
“….”
A charged silence hung between us.
Kwon Yeol gently brushed the corner of my lips.
“Ah….”
“Again.”
With trembling hands cupping his cheek, I lingered a moment longer before pulling away.
“….”
The instant our eyes met again.
Kwon Yeol’s lips pressed against mine.
As I gripped his collar tightly, his large hand cradled the back of my head.
Between their deeply interlocked lips, hot breath flowed endlessly, leaving them both thoroughly drenched in desire.
Kwon Yeol’s kiss was relentless.
As if deciphering some long, intricate sentence etched within my mouth, his large, full tongue swept methodically across my palate and teeth before intertwining deeply with mine, drawing it in with forceful suction.
Lips met and parted, met again—the obscene sound of it dampened my eardrums.
Breathless, I struck his shoulder with my small fist.
“Hah… hah…”
Between our slightly parted lips, a thin silver thread stretched viscously.
Kwon Yeol rubbed my lower lip roughly as I breathed heavily.
“This is how married couples should kiss.”
“Hah… hah…”
“Do you think you can do better next time?”
Kwon Yeol looked down at my small head nodding, then lifted his wrist to check the time.
If we hurried, there remained a precarious margin—not too late.
Tap.
“Then try again.”
Tap-tap.
“I need to know if you truly understand, or if you’re just pretending.”
Tap, tap-tap.
“I’m confused.”
Unfastening my blouse buttons, Kwon Yeol grasped my exposed pale skin above my undergarments.
“Your fever seems to have come down since yesterday. Thank goodness.”
“Hm, Oppa, you need to go to work…”
“It’s still fine.”
Kwon Yeol nibbled my ear gently as he whispered.
“If you help me.”
Slipping his hand lightly behind my back, Kwon Yeol unfastened the clasp running down my smooth spine—click.
As the garment fell to the floor, my pale, translucent skin jiggled like pudding, firm and supple.
“I’ll take it slow.”
When he rolled his thumb in circles, I let out a thin whimper, gripping his sleeve tightly.
“Oppa, wait, hm…”
Thump.
My skirt fell lifelessly beneath the sofa.
“Don’t worry about your classes. I’ll handle it myself.”
My hazel eyes widened at those words.
It seemed I was genuinely concerned about my teacher’s wellbeing.
Kwon Yeol thought how he wished that someday I would naturally confide such feelings to him, and he laughed bitterly to himself.
That day would never come.
Because I could never truly love him—I, who had essentially caused him to lose his brother.
So for now, he decided to simply focus on this moment, burning red with heat.
“Ah, Oppa…!”
I pleaded with him, clutching his thick, solid arms, but Kwon Yeol didn’t stop.
“Stop, that’s strange…!”
“It’s not strange—it feels good.”
“Mmm, oppa….”
He silenced my lips with his own while simultaneously reaching back to shrug off his jacket.
Red marks bloomed like a trail across my pale skin—down my long, slender neck, along the prominent collarbone, and further still.
When his lips found the sensitive spot where my nerves had gathered taut.
My waist arched sharply, my body trembling uncontrollably.
“Kwon Yeol, wait, please, it’s too much, too…!”
“Why do you keep saying wait?”
Kwon Yeol murmured low as he unfastened his belt.
“How many times do I have to tell you there’s no ‘wait’ in sex, Hee-jo?”
Deep red handprints marked my pale thighs where they rested against his muscular ones.
Where firmness met softness, friction building between us.
Kwon Yeol clenched his teeth while I released a delicate moan.
“Slowly, relax your body.”
Don’t get hurt.
He exhaled deeply, then slowly pressed his weight down, his teeth sinking into my neck.
“Ah…!”
Raising his upper body, he pressed firmly against the inside of my trembling knees, pinning me like a fish on a spear.
“This is what you get for recklessly throwing yourself at me, Yoon Hee-jo.”
Persistent breathing and suppressed moans tangled together.
That day, for the first time since joining the Company, Kwon Yeol arrived at work with barely minutes to spare.

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