Unhealthy - Chapter 15

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Chapter 15. False Hope

Not the main house, but Taejun’s Second House. She had stepped into his extremely private and intimate space, untouched by the eyes of others.

In the thoroughly controlled silence and alien air permeated only with Taejun’s scent, Hae-yeong couldn’t even breathe freely as she instinctively raised her guard.

Due to Taejun’s unilateral declaration, Hae-yeong’s thoughts had been tangled in confusion throughout the entire journey here.

Now that she knew he was aware of all the details regarding her situation, she couldn’t carelessly open her mouth.

If she needlessly provoked him and the bond they had barely built crumbled into ruin, there would be nothing to gain for her either.

First, she needed to figure out what use she might have to him.

“Sit comfortably.”

Taejun smoothly loosened his tightly knotted tie and pointed to the sofa with his chin.

“…”

Unlike him, Hae-yeong remained restless throughout.

Making herself comfortable in someone else’s space seemed awkward, but standing stiffly would only reveal her awareness of him, so she kept fidgeting with her toes.

Taejun gently pressed Hae-yeong’s shoulder, making her sit on the sofa.

He didn’t stop there, and half-forcibly took away the shoulder bag she had been clutching like a lifeline and pushed it aside.

“When I finish work late and it’s troublesome to go to Hannam-dong, I sleep here.”

Taejun, who had casually hung his removed tie on the sofa armrest, lifted his head and met eyes with Hae-yeong, who was staring with wide eyes.

His downward gaze was so persistent that Hae-yeong unconsciously had to swallow dry saliva.

“…Alone?”

“What, should I keep a woman here too?”

Dense heat seeped from the end of his seemingly indifferent syllables. Accordingly, Hae-yeong unconsciously rolled her eyes, unable to control her gaze that fled to her toes.

“I, I didn’t know you had a separate house.”

“I didn’t know I’d end up bringing you here either.”

As Taejun lowered his body as if to catch her fleeing gaze, Hae-yeong’s head, which had sunk to the floor, slowly rose up.

Their gazes tangled in mid-air. Dense silence settled between their deeply sunken conversation.

“About, that… the marriage talk, I don’t know what you were thinking when you said that, but…”

“You don’t know, but what?”

Taejun lowered his body with weight, invading the safety distance Hae-yeong had forcibly maintained.

In the gap that had narrowed as if their lips might touch at any moment, Hae-yeong unconsciously held her breath.

As his body heat seemed about to reach her, her blue eyes shook endlessly like a candle flame in the wind.

“You, you should reconsider. No, first you should correct what you said to that Seo I-jeong.”

“Why?”

“If it reaches the elder’s ears right away, things between us will become strange.”

Hae-yeong, who had been muttering fragmented words incoherently, belatedly shook her head.

“More than that, he won’t allow it. His precious son marrying someone like me, absolutely not. Anyway, such an impulsive method doesn’t seem right.”

“What if it wasn’t impulse but a thoroughly planned direction? Would that be right?”

Taejun tilted his upper body diagonally and pressed his lips close to Hae-yeong’s ear.

As his low vibrating breath touched her, goosebumps rose along Hae-yeong’s white nape.

Her attempt to pull back to avoid Taejun only resulted in her sinking deeper into the sofa.

Hae-yeong desperately wanted to escape from Taejun’s massive shadow that loomed over her like a ruler.

However, in this space with blocked escape routes, all she could do was swallow the rapid breaths that rose to her chin.

“To borrow your words, yesterday’s incident could be called impulse.”

“…”

“Then is this also impulse?”

Taejun raised his hand and heavily pressed down on Hae-yeong’s parted lips with his thumb tip.

The slow touch that persistently crushed her red mucous membrane was strangely aesthetic, making Hae-yeong fall into the illusion that a dizzying vertigo was spreading through her blood vessels along with a bitter-sweet taste filling her mouth.

Taejun’s body heat was roughly invading through her distorted lips.

Hae-yeong grasped his hand with both of hers.

“…Twice isn’t a mistake.”

Unable to push away or fully accept, strength entered her clinging hands.

Hae-yeong’s thoroughly wet eyes and Taejun’s cool gaze dangerously interlocked in mid-air.

Taejun pushed his thumb deep into Hae-yeong’s mouth and pressed down on her soft tongue, blatantly invading her sanctuary.

Then, the area around Hae-yeong’s eyes immediately flushed red as if flowers had bloomed.

Her eyes, wet as if about to spill tears at any moment, didn’t stimulate his faint sympathy but rather endlessly provoked the desires of a sleeping predator.

The fingertips that had grabbed him to stop him were instead clinging to Taejun’s firm hand, faintly supporting his lewd movements.

Instinctive fear mixed with pleasure flowed like tremors through each joint of Hae-yeong’s slender fingers.

“Suck properly.”

When she clumsily rolled his thumb with her tongue, Taejun commanded in an imperious tone.

That voice, like a command, passed through Hae-yeong’s ear and penetrated coolly to the end of her spine.

Her gaping lips soon carefully drew together.

As Hae-yeong began to suck his thumb indulgently between instinctive fear and thick pleasure, the dry air filling the living room instantly blazed with dense heat.

Slurp, suck.

Through the gap where sticky sounds spread noisily, Taejun pulled his thumb from between her teeth and lowered his head.

Taejun’s lips descended onto Hae-yeong’s lips, glistening with saliva.

Soon their lips parted and tongues tangled.

She knew well how contradictory she must look, spouting words she didn’t mean about impulse and mistakes while not rejecting Taejun.

Since age fifteen, since taking Gi Taejun’s hand, there hadn’t been a single day she hadn’t kept him in her sight.

In Hae-yeong’s world, only Gi Taejun existed. Whether as a guardian or simply as an acquaintance.

To Hae-yeong, Gi Taejun wasn’t just an ordinary savior.

He was the first person she had deeply cherished in her life, her first love, and simultaneously someone she didn’t want to place alongside the word farewell.

Firm conviction born from solid trust created attachment toward him, and her quietly completed heart had come to recognize him as hers.

She wanted to be loved endlessly.

She wanted to be held in someone’s arms, cry like a child, and feel unconditional warm comfort.

She couldn’t cut out someone already deeply embedded in her soul.

Even if he left for another woman’s side, removing her swollen affection overnight would be nearly impossible.

But how could she turn away from Gi Taejun who was devouring and penetrating her before her eyes? How could she push him away?

So she had no choice but to accept. No choice but to embrace.

She had no choice but to willingly sink into this raw hell that was swallowing her whole.

Hae-yeong firmly embraced Taejun’s neck.

Like someone yearning for Gi Taejun, who was bracing himself with both hands on the sofa back, to collapse, she applied gentle pressure, hoping he would crush her.

As Taejun’s body was about to overlap hers, Hae-yeong slowly opened her closed eyes and gazed at him.

“Oppa… I don’t want to go home today.”

It was a recklessness similar to long ago, when she had fearlessly stolen his lips as he was recovering his fading body, locked in the damp darkness of the basement.

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