IDTE 32

Chapter – 32

At his sudden remark, I took two steps away from Kim Geon.

“What did you say?”

“Don’t misunderstand.”

Seeing my expression, Kim Geon looked flustered and took three steps closer.

“I just thought it might be a little more comfortable for you, Minha, to sleep in my room instead. We’re friends.”

“I appreciate the intention, but that would be uncomfortable too. You and I are, after all…”

“After all?”

“A man and a woman.”

“Oh? So you do see me as a man?”

“Well, I don’t see you as a woman.”

He laughed lightly, but lingered as if he still had something to say.

“You’re really okay, right? If anything happens, call me.”

“What could possibly happen?”

“Who knows. Anything could. Get some rest.”

Just before the door closed, Kim Geon asked one more thing.

“Lee Hyun is okay, but I’m not?”

“What?”

“I’m kidding. Just trying to make you smile.”

When the door finally shut, instead of laughter, an odd uneasiness was all that remained.

After showering, I stepped out to find Do Lee-hyun sitting at the table in the middle of the room.

He was still in his bathrobe. He carried the same scent of soap as I did.

We said nothing.

The silence was broken only by the occasional creak of furniture, and soon after, the faint clink of a glass.

“Want a drink?”

Lee-hyun casually pulled out a bottle of whiskey from the minibar.

“…There’s another room available, right? I’ll just go there. Drink comfortably.”

“Don’t overreact.”

His bangs were more disheveled than before.

“Never slept with a man before?”

Is that even something you say? Irritated, I snatched the whiskey glass from his hand.

“I’ve slept with plenty. I’m just uncomfortable being with you, Do Lee-hyun. It’d be uncomfortable for both of us.”

“You keep acting like something terrible will happen if we sleep in the same room.”

I couldn’t tell whether the smile behind his relaxed expression hid sincerity or indifference.

I drank to prove a point, but the whiskey burned harsher than I expected. My face twisted on its own.

“Is being stubborn a habit of yours?”

“I’m not being stubborn.”

He took the glass back from me, clearly unconvinced.

“…When I was younger, maybe I was.”

I remembered crying alone over subjects I struggled with, desperate to earn scholarships.

Back then, the only one who saw through my act was Sunbae Choi.

To stop my thoughts from drifting, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“What were you like as a kid? Did you talk recklessly like you do now?”

“Not sure. I try not to remember my childhood.”

For a moment, I imagined a young Lee-hyun smiling brightly.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”

A heavier silence settled between us.

The whiskey glass sat on the side table beside him. I reached for it again—

And suddenly realized how close we were. Closer than necessary.

“Yoo Minha.”

His lips were right in front of my eyes as he said my name. The distance reminded me of that previous mistake.

“Have you really slept around a lot?”

“What do you—”

I couldn’t finish.

His hot lips overlapped with mine again.

Alarms rang in my head. Last time had been a mistake. This time couldn’t be.

I had to push him away. I had to.

“Wait… just…”

But something was different this time. Even when I managed to part our lips for a second, Lee-hyun didn’t retreat.

Instead, he pressed in more insistently.

The silence in the room was replaced by the uneven sounds of our breathing.

As strength gradually left my body, I had no choice but to cling to him for support, wrapping my arms around his neck.

My entire body tensed as I held him.

Maybe that gesture meant something to him.

His hand, which had been resting at my waist, moved more boldly. In an instant, he untied the belt of my bathrobe.

The cool air made me flinch, only for his warmth to envelop me again.

This scene—the sensations, the rising thrill from the tips of my toes—felt familiar. They were the same images that had appeared in my dreams of him not long ago.

No. This couldn’t go any further. This wasn’t a dream.

“Don’t… ah…”

My weak protest dissolved into a breathless sound.

The unfamiliar sensation that followed wasn’t painful.

Without realizing it, my body was accepting him.

It was nothing like the faint sensations I had experienced in dreams.

His movements were far more intense than anything I had imagined.

“Ah… wait…”

The relentless teasing finally slowed.

“I don’t think I can stop anymore.”

With that, Lee-hyun easily lifted me in his arms.

The distance from the table to the bed was short.

Maybe we could still stop here. Maybe it wouldn’t go all the way.

But that fragile hope shattered.

His lips trailed over me, soft at first, then growing rougher.

“Ha… please, stop…”

“Do you really want me to?”

His eyes were darker than ever.

But I couldn’t answer. No—I didn’t want to.

Instead, I pulled him closer and kissed him again. Just for now, I wanted to stay close to him.

The intimate sounds we created clung heavily to our ears.

After a moment, Lee-hyun pulled away just long enough to remove his own bathrobe.

“Lee-hyun…”

Beneath the robe, his upper body was marked with old scars.

Some were so faded they looked like pale memories etched into his skin.

“What happened to you?”

“You thought someone like me would have a flawless body?”

His sarcastic tone didn’t bother me now.

Time blurred as we sought each other again, until our sweat-soaked bodies grew harder to control.

Soon, there was the rough sound of something tearing.

There was no stopping now. No turning back.

An unfamiliar sensation overtook me.

It wasn’t true that I had slept with countless men, as I had claimed in defiance—but it wasn’t as if I had never been with anyone before, either.

Still, what I felt now was foreign.

A sharp, tingling ache stiffened my body.

I tried to push him away as he pressed into me without hesitation—but the more I tried, the closer he seemed.

The strangeness of it deepened my confusion.

“It’s okay. Relax.”

His lips brushed against my neck.

He moved deeper.

“Ah… please…”

And then he was fully inside me.

I was almost shocked that I had taken him completely.

He began to move slowly.

I had never experienced anything this insistent, this unfamiliar.

Even the creaking of the bed felt like a provocative touch.

“Ah—”

Without realizing it, I began moving in rhythm with him.

As time passed, his movements grew faster, rougher. My senses seemed to adapt entirely to him.

“Yoo… Minha.”

Something inside me was melting as I matched his pace. A heat spread from within.

I no longer had the clarity to focus on the words spilling from his mouth.

“Which bastards were they?”

His increasingly intense movements became almost overwhelming, reckless, as if he had lost his reason.

All I could do was cling to him again.

“Ha… Lee-hyun…”

How long did it continue?

His movements shifted again, tension thick in every motion.

Then, in a dizzying instant, something between us broke and dissolved.

Our entwined bodies gradually stilled.

Slowly, my senses began to return.

But in the eyes looking down at me, an unreadable hunger still burned.

That deep gaze sent a wave of flustered panic through me—only for it to transform into another surge of overwhelming sensation.