Unhealthy - Chapter 10

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Chapter 10. Unstable Form

Taejun’s muscles twitched and moved in small ripples.

His skin was slippery with sweat.

The sensation felt like filling an empty body completely, so Hae-yeong wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed against him, moving her hips in rhythm with his movements.

Dawn light seeping through the gaps in the curtains was slowly coloring the room.

A time when even the lowest breath settles. It was dawn when the entire house was still immersed in deep silence.

***

When the dim dawn crept in, it was Hae-yeong who opened her eyes first.

As consciousness rose, the first thing she felt was warm body heat gently enveloping her skin.

The moment she recognized breath touching her closely, all the air under the blanket became as vivid as reality.

They were lying side by side without a thread of clothing, and beside her, Gi Tae-jun was sleeping quietly.

Memories of the previous day slowly passed through her mind.

All the sensations that had been clumsy and reckless, yet at the same time inevitably connected. The night that had burned hot without a chance to settle, intensified by the influence of alcohol.

All those traces still remained somewhere inside her body like lingering echoes.

Hae-yeong carefully pressed her forehead against Taejun’s chest as if hiding her flushed face.

The fact that this person, who always wore sharp suits and spoke with cold words, could feel so soft and human was somehow unfamiliar.

The moment she tried to carefully pull out her arm that was wrapped under the blanket.

A firm forearm reflexively pressed against her upper body.

Was he awake, or was it just a reflexive reaction?

Hae-yeong slowly inhaled. His eyelids were still quiet and looked peaceful.

Just as her heart was quietly regaining its rhythm, what broke the peaceful air in the room was an all-too-familiar voice.

“Hae-yeong, are you in there?”

It was Gi Jae-jun.

Those words instantly froze the air in the room.

Hae-yeong reflexively pulled up the blanket, and only then did Taejun open his eyes.

Their gazes quietly collided.

Though they said nothing, a precarious silence seeped in that made it impossible to even breathe deeply.

“Can I open the door?”

Along with the question, the handle rattled.

It wasn’t an attempt to open the door, but just the dull sound of grabbing the doorknob made Hae-yeong instinctively pull up the blanket to cover her body.

Her throat became as dry as sand.

In contrast, Taejun shook off the blanket and slowly sat up.

There was even leisure in his refined movements.

As the blanket that had been flowing over bare skin was pushed away, a silence sharper than the dawn air filled the room.

He picked up the shirt that had fallen to the floor and began putting it on.

His hand movements were indifferent.

“Oppa…”

Hae-yeong called to him, but Taejun didn’t answer. He seemed like someone focused only on buttoning his shirt.

“…You’re not planning to just go out like that, are you?”

At her words, Taejun’s hand, which had been fastening the last button, paused for a moment.

Eventually, he moved his hands again to quietly finish buttoning up, then gave a brief response.

“Why, is that not okay?”

He asked back as if this situation didn’t matter to him at all.

“If you go out now… we’ll be caught. No, we will be caught. Gi Jae-jun will find out that we spent the night together yesterday, and then all the family members will know.”

Hae-yeong’s voice became even lower and more cautious.

Beyond simply being caught, she was afraid that this relationship would gain a name different from what they wanted. In an impure or unstable form.

In Taejun’s eyes looking at Hae-yeong, there was no trace of worry or precarious conflict.

Rather, there was a solid calm that only someone who had made a decision could possess.

“…Are you going out?”

A question thrown with the last remaining courage. He placed his hand on the edge of the blanket and asked indifferently.

“Or should we do it once more? Is that what you want?”

He casually blurted out words that weren’t even a joke, so lightly. Hae-yeong’s shoulders, which had been stiff with tension, slowly relaxed.

It was absurd, and that actually made her feel relieved.

“The door is locked.”

He pointed to the door with his chin.

“He won’t be able to come in, and he’s not bold enough to enter on his own when there’s no response. Gi Jae-jun.”

“…”

The anxiety that had been weighing on her chest slowly subsided.

While Hae-yeong was sighing, he reached out and gently lifted her chin.

A short, careful kiss descended. And he very slowly pushed up the corner of his mouth.

“I’ll try to finish work a bit early today.”

“…Why?”

“Let’s meet outside.”

“Outside?”

When Hae-yeong asked back, Taejun nodded.

“Why, don’t you want to?”

At those words, Hae-yeong’s eyes subtly wavered.

“…N-no, I’ll see you later.”

They weren’t a couple who had fallen deeply for each other and started dating, and it wasn’t a simple relationship where they just desired each other’s bodies… right?

Then, how could this relationship be defined?

They had mixed their bodies passionately as if there was no tomorrow and greeted the morning in the same bed, yet in reality they weren’t in any particular relationship – Hae-yeong had to feel a hollow emptiness as if her chest had been punctured.

***

Unable to concentrate at school and staring out the window the whole time, Ji-su rested her head on Hae-yeong’s shoulder and groaned.

“You know I drank too much yesterday and blacked out, right? I don’t even know how I got home, but when I opened my eyes it was morning.”

“You seemed to drink a lot yesterday.”

Hae-yeong replied with a small smile and unconsciously pulled up her turtleneck that covered her entire neck a bit more.

Because her neck was covered in red marks from where Taejun had bitten and sucked last night.

“Didn’t you say your oppa was coming to pick you up yesterday?”

“He said he would, but I took a taxi so we met in front of the house.”

“Should I tell you something really creepy? As soon as I woke up this morning, I checked my phone first, and I had talked with Han Chang-hyeon for 15 minutes and 24 seconds yesterday.”

Han Chang-hyeon was Ji-su’s ex-boyfriend. From what she heard, she had dumped him because he was too obsessed with sex.

She had clicked her tongue saying he seemed possessed by a ghost that died from not having sex.

“Because you were drunk?”

“Crazy, Han Chang-hyeon even texted me this morning.”

Hae-yeong asked Ji-su, who was pulling at her hair in frustration.

“What did he say?”

“He said he’d come to my house for dinner, seriously.”

It was indeed surprising.

That’s because she knew Ji-su had said harsh things when breaking up with Han Chang-hyeon, determined to shake him off properly.

‘I’m bored dating someone like you. I’m tired of doing it every day too. It’s always the same, you and me. Then the guy’s face turned pale and he said he’d try to change, but I said absolutely not.’

“What kind of conversation did you have for him to say he’d come to your house?”

“I don’t know, is he coming to have sex again?”

“Why do you look expectant?”

“No, it’s just that the guy has no sense of timing. But the compatibility was good.”

Then why did she speak so harshly when they broke up?

Hae-yeong burst into silly laughter.

The professor had already entered the lecture hall and started class, but Ji-su lowered her voice considerably and continued in a whisper.

“Physical chemistry is this scary.”

“…Does that really exist?”

At Hae-yeong’s curious question, Ji-su seemed to roll her eyes for a moment, thinking about something.

Then she nodded her head vigorously.

“I think there is. I really hate Han Chang-hyeon, but I sometimes think about what we used to do.”

“That much?”

“Honestly, no matter how well you get along mentally when dating, if you’re not sexually compatible, you often break up. Looking at that, there’s definitely such a thing as physical chemistry.”

Ji-su, who had been staring intently at Hae-yeong’s serious face, poked her in the ribs.

“Why? What is it? Do you have a ‘physical chemistry partner’ that’s worth thinking so seriously about?”

“…No, what are you talking about.”

I couldn’t tell her that I was thinking about Taejun.

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