To My Brother’s Friend - Chapter 5

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Chapter 5
Was I flustered?
Or perhaps bewildered would be the better word.
Maybe I’d misheard Yoon Hee-jo’s words, tangled as they were with the soft jazz melody drifting through the bar.
Yes, I must have misheard—that’s what Kwon Yeol told himself.
Unlike him, whose emotionless face had fractured with visible cracks, Hee-jo wore a faint smile.
As if it were nothing at all.
‘Did I misspeak about being tired?’
She must have asked him to take care of the aftermath—that’s what she said, surely.
But his thoughts proved hollow as Hee-jo’s crimson lips parted slowly once more.
“Since I’ve already shocked you, could you bear one more shock?”
“…What?”
“I’ll revise that to three times.”
Confusion flickered across Kwon Yeol’s eyes as he stared at her in silence.
He was clearly quite flustered.
Hee-jo laughed softly.
Fleeting though it was, she felt a strange pride in having rattled him, even slightly.
She knew well that she was intoxicated.
But the words that tumbled out like impulse were no impulse at all.
They were the only wish she had harbored deep within her heart all along.
The day would surely come when I had to leave Kwon Yeol.
So if only once, I wanted to lean against him as a woman.
But I believed such a thing would never happen in my lifetime.
I had never met anyone more rational than Kwon Yeol in all my years.
Hee-jo had steeled herself never to voice her wish.
Not until today, when she met the woman who might become Kwon Yeol’s wife.
“How rude of you.”
“Pardon? Rude?”
“You should consider it presumptuous as well.”
She couldn’t forget the look in Kim Jung-yeon’s eyes as she fell silent.
That bewildered gaze—as if she’d never imagined a parasite would dare crawl toward her.
It felt refreshing.
I had kept my promise with my brother, the one about never backing down when someone crossed me.
But the refreshment was fleeting.
Kim Jung-yeon would report this to Jin Seo-ryeong, and then… my relationship with Kwon Yeol would truly be over.
So Hee-jo wanted one final gift from her brother’s friend who had cared for her.
The one thing I desired most.
Beom Gwon-yeol himself.
“You won’t have to worry, Oppa. I won’t cling to you or be a bother, I promise.”
“…Yoon Hee-jo.”
“I want it as a final gift.”
Kwon Yeol’s handsome brow furrowed.
Final?
“You and I might both be getting married soon anyway. If that happens, we won’t be able to spend time together like this, so….”
Was she drunk?
No—it was me who was drunk right now, not Hee-jo.
There was no other explanation. Hee-jo, that docile girl, would never spout such nonsense about one night, finality, marriage, and all that unless something was very wrong.
Despite inheriting a strong constitution from her grandfather, Chairman Beom Hun-young.
Though she’d never been drunk a single day in her life.
Hee-jo was an odd girl, after all.
Kwon Yeol grasped Hee-jo’s arm and pulled her up, deliberately ignoring the soft, comforting fragrance that always emanated from her body.
“Get up. You’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.”
“That’s what drunk people always say.”
Today was truly a series of absurd events.
Hee-jo, acting as if she’d hit puberty late, was ridiculous—yet a laugh escaped him despite himself.
For the first time, it felt like he was finally playing the role of an older brother properly, instead of Yoon Hee-jae.
When he was alive, Yoon Hee-jae would often lament to me.
“Hee-jo is too mature for her age. She’s still young, but she holds back so much, worried about burdening me. Since when does a teenage girl not throw a tantrum?”
“Just call it bragging outright.”
“I’m seriously worried about this. How on earth can I make our Hee-jo explode?”
“This is ridiculous.”
Yoon Hee-jae, the answer was alcohol.
Your sister is having a complete meltdown right now.
“Is there really no way?”
As Kwon Yeol left the Jazz Bar with his arm around Hee-jo’s shoulders, walking down the long corridor toward the Elevator, she suddenly stopped.
Turning to face him, she stood before him.
“I’ll reduce it to just once. Even then, is it impossible?”
Look at her. Her eyes were completely unfocused.
Kwon Yeol exhaled a shallow sigh.
What kind of conversation was he even having with this girl, for crying out loud.
“Hee-jo.”
At the sound of her name, Hee-jo’s eyes widened with intensity.
She seemed to be trying to show defiance, but with her naturally docile expression, she merely looked like a fawn attempting to appear fierce.
“Do you even understand what you’re saying?”
“I’m not a child.”
Kwon Yeol knew that well enough.
Irritatingly well.
“So what exactly are you asking me to do?”
Once he started finding her irritating, Hee-jo became endlessly irritating.
Those glistening eyes gazing up at me.
Those pursed crimson lips.
Or perhaps that intoxicating fragrance that continued to cloud my senses.
But what truly unsettled me was that fragile, ephemeral atmosphere.
The way her gaze kept ensnaring mine, refusing to let go.
“You want me to spread your legs, pin you down, and drive you until you can’t breathe?”
Hee-jo’s eyes widened in shock.
Hearing such brazenly explicit words from Kwon Yeol for the first time left her mind reeling.
Spread what… how exactly…?
“That’s how your brother has sex, Hee-jo.”
Sex…
…
Kwon Yeol cupped her frozen cheeks, his expression utterly impassive as he spoke.
“So stop messing around. I’m done indulging you.”
As lenient as he was with Yoon Hee-jo, even he had his limits.
He never expected to find himself discussing such matters with her.
Kwon Yeol exhaled softly, then guided the stunned Hee-jo toward the Elevator.
The shock seemed profound—Hee-jo remained silent, leaning against him all the way up to the Suite Room.
‘If you were going to act like this, why provoke me in the first place?’
Had she really hit puberty this late?
“You and I might both be getting married soon anyway. So we can’t keep going on like this.”
That blind date with that bastard must have triggered something within Yoon Hee-jo.
The moment I thought that, my hand tightened around her shoulders.
Ridiculous, Yoon Hee-jo.
Did you really think I’d allow you to marry that scum?
“It was my choice.”
Your choice be damned.
What good was a smile?
That hollow, resigned gaze couldn’t be hidden.
There was clearly something—or someone—touching Yoon Hee-jo outside my field of vision.
Or perhaps someone.
His darkened eyes flashed with sharp intensity.
The moment I decided to clean up everything around Hee-jo.
Ding—
The Elevator’s arrival chime sounded.
Kwon Yeol held Hee-jo close as he headed toward the Suite Room.
With only one suite per floor, there were no prying eyes to worry about, so he easily lifted the trembling Hee-jo, whose legs had gone weak and unsteady.
“Whoa, Kwon Yeol Oppa.”
Startled, Hee-jo instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
That uniquely comforting fragrance of hers—the one that had been constantly teasing his senses—washed over him in waves.
Kwon Yeol suppressed the sensation of blood rushing to a single point and adjusted his posture, cradling Hee-jo with a composed expression.
“Please… put me down.”
“You’re like a newborn fawn. How do you expect to walk anywhere when you’re swaying like that?”
“It’s fine, I can walk.”
A faint scoff escaped Kwon Yeol’s lips before his expression turned cold as he asked.
“What’s wrong.”
“…What do you mean?”
“You’re not yourself. Even as a child you weren’t this restless, but today you’re wound up from head to toe.”
A soft beep—and the door clicked open.
The massive door to the Suite Room swung wide.
Kwon Yeol maintained a long-term lease on one of The Lotus Hotel’s Suite Rooms as his personal residence, chosen for its proximity to the company and excellent fitness facilities.
On days when his schedule was packed or consecutive external appointments demanded his attention, he stayed here instead of at his family home, Jeoksanwon.
This was the first time he had ever brought someone to this place, where he ordinarily spent his time in solitary quiet.
“Sleep here tonight. I’ll come pick you up tomorrow.”
He was just about to set Hee-jo down on the bed.
Slender white fingers gripped his collar with sudden force.
As if she would never let go.
“Do what you said earlier, Oppa. Push me to the point where I can’t breathe… sex.”

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