Unhealthy - Chapter 8

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Chapter 8. Love-Hate or Affection

When she stood in front of the door, Hae-yeong grasped the doorknob and exhaled very quietly.

Just as she was about to flee into her room, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and blocked her door.

Hae-yeong stopped but couldn’t bring herself to turn her head.

It was because she was captivated by the body heat that seemed to simmer behind her stiff back.

Taejun silently placed his hand on the door frame. Though he didn’t even make a sound of breathing, it was clearly a restraint.

With just a door between them, in the precarious space where their breaths might almost touch, Hae-yeong slowly turned around.

She had to suppress even a single breath. Since it was a distance where the air could be disturbed by one movement, Hae-yeong pressed her lips tightly shut and stood there like someone waiting for something.

One emotion she couldn’t let go of rose up to her throat.

After a while, a light and slow movement brushed against Hae-yeong’s cheek.

Startled by the touch on her cheek, Hae-yeong opened her eyes wide and looked up at Taejun.

That brief contact was neither cold nor hot, but momentarily all her senses seemed to rush to her skin.

“You seem to have a fever.”

Though his tone was indifferent, unable to know what emotion was contained within it, Hae-yeong reflexively covered her cheek with her hand.

Her fingertips hastily covered her flushed face, but the sensation that had already burned hot from inside her cheeks had already spread throughout her entire body.

“I, I had a little to drink today.”

The memory from the basement silently came back to life.

She could clearly feel the sensation of lips that had touched under the unsteadily swaying beam of light.

Too cautious to be called a kiss, yet certainly the sensation of having consumed each other.

She thought it had been completely forgotten from her mind, but that wasn’t the case at all. No, rather, the memory from that time had become even clearer and more vivid.

The hidden sensation quietly stirred within her again like paint spreading over water’s surface.

Hae-yeong’s breathing became thin.

Realizing that the awkward emotion she thought was tension was actually a strange emotion she couldn’t accurately name, she unknowingly wavered.

She was anxious, but didn’t want to run away.

She wanted to blur the ambiguous yet clear boundary herself.

Taejun was still close, and his gaze held something hotter than Hae-yeong’s cheeks.

“Don’t rely on Gi Jae-jun.”

His scattered voice was extremely quiet, but the texture of his words was like rough sandpaper.

Old emotions were revealed in their torn state.

“If you’re planning to leave anyway, not giving affection would be helping each other, wouldn’t it.”

Hae-yeong slowly swallowed the saliva that had gathered in her mouth.

The sound of swallowing seemed to echo loudly in the silence.

Her lips opened with a slight tremor.

The voice that flowed out with her breath was low, quiet, and strangely smooth.

“Does that mean you would… help me be able to leave this house?”

Her gaze was gradually changing.

The gentle ripples that had formed on the water’s surface subsided, and her head grew heavy as if sinking into an abyss whose depth couldn’t be measured.

It wasn’t provocation, nor was it pleading.

It was simply a question.

“Wasn’t that what you asked me to be bothered by.”

That wasn’t it.

She hadn’t deliberately tried to gnaw at his mind.

It was just that Gi Tae-jun was the only person she could desperately cling to, and the only one who might be able to help her, but he seemed to misinterpret that meaning.

If simply escaping from this house had been her purpose, she wouldn’t have politely asked Gi Tae-jun but would have packed her bags and fled in the night. So strictly speaking, it was because he was the only one. The person who could completely let her out of this house. That was precisely Gi Tae-jun.

Would taking one step make her distant, would opening her mouth break it, would breathing make it crumble.

Her swirling heart quietly swayed.

Her vision blurred and her body grew heavy. Then Hae-yeong buried her forehead in Taejun’s chest and was completely embraced in his arms.

Wrapping her arms around his waist, she whispered quietly.

“I’m not good at scheming and calculating things. I’m not bold enough to carelessly say things just to get on your nerves…”

Did he know that while being a person as cold as a midwinter blade wind, Gi Tae-jun was also the only warmth in her life.

Honestly, at first she was at a loss because she didn’t know what name to give this emotion.

It was insufficient to call it admiration for him, and to call it gratitude toward the one who had saved her, the emotions directed at each other weren’t quite so straight.

At some point, when Gi Tae-jun, whom she faced every day, wasn’t visible before her eyes, she became curious, and when he didn’t pick a fight with her even for a day, she got angry.

At first she defined that trivial emotion as hatred, but in the end she acknowledged it.

It was neither admiration nor hatred, but love-hate.

Because he was someone she couldn’t reach, she wanted to possess him.

Knowing there wasn’t even a grain of affection in the eyes that looked at her, she still wanted to touch him.

Even knowing their hearts wouldn’t become entangled, among these bleak people, he was the only one with whom she didn’t need to put on airs.

She became buried in that simple emotion.

Hae-yeong thought. If this dreamlike warmth was permitted to her even briefly, the wicked heart that had settled inside her was whispering that it would be okay to break apart just for this moment.

Ridiculously, Taejun’s embrace was excessively warm. The thought that she wanted him to hold her until her body completely crumbled dominated her mind.

“It’s pitiful, isn’t it. Living without a single person in the world to trust and lean on. That’s why I wanted to trust, wanted to lean on someone. The best adult I could think of was you…”

As she was about to continue speaking, suddenly, her face was pulled upward.

At the same time, Taejun’s lips touched hers.

Hae-yeong’s eyes widened, then slowly closed.

As if all longing and loneliness were swept away, all emotions became mixed with that single touch.

Before she could be surprised by the lips that touched and parted with a soft sound, Hae-yeong’s eyelids closed at the sensation of them touching again, heavy and deep.

She felt like she finally understood what the twisted emotion that had been stirring inside her was, only after kissing Taejun.

The name of this emotion was mutual recognition mixed with resignation, not loneliness or fear.

Taejun’s gaze was as deep as a dark night. But that darkness wasn’t frightening.

Rather, it seemed to hide a quiet sincerity like a wound he had never shown to anyone before.

The emptiness that had spread throughout her chest was filled at once, and the loneliness that had clawed at her insides disappeared.

Hae-yeong wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against Taejun as if clinging to him.

Then Taejun reached out and firmly grasped Hae-yeong’s buttocks, lifting her up into his arms.

Suddenly lifted into the air, Hae-yeong slowly opened her eyes and looked down at Taejun with wavering pupils.

Thud, the door closed as she was pushed against his solid back.

Just as that felt like some kind of signal flare, Taejun’s lips touched hers again, and her pounding heart beat so overwhelmingly that it was troublesome.

As her lips opened wide and his tongue slowly pushed inside, Hae-yeong’s shoulders shrank.

Each time the man’s raw desire clung tightly to her, she felt both frightened and delighted.

Even if it was a moment that would evaporate and fly away, it seemed good if she could just be buried in this moment’s warmth.

A contradictory feeling surged up, wanting to taste such a dreamlike moment without any sense of reality from the reality she wanted to forget.

Moving toward the bed while removing Hae-yeong’s jacket, Taejun also took off his coat and laid her down on the soft bedding before overlapping their bodies.

His chest, filled with firm muscles, pressed down on her softly rising breasts.

Taejun grasped her hands that had been tightly clutching his collar, not knowing where to put them, and raised them above her head, interlocking their fingers. When he tilted his head, their noses touched and their lips met more easily.

At his thoughtfulness in skillfully creating gaps whenever their breathing became labored so she could breathe, Hae-yeong gripped the hand he held with strength and pressed his back toward her with her other hand.

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