SDMT 19

Chapter 19

If it’s the scent of vanilla…

It must be from the cocktail a stranger spilled on me just a moment ago.

Since then, there’s been a faintly sweet fragrance lingering.

“You’re sweet… just like back then.”

“Ah…”

He lowered his head, savoring the scent. The sound of his breath near my ear made every hair on my body stand on end.

Eunjae knew exactly what he meant by “back then.”

How could she forget—the moment of her first kiss with Wookyung, when her unrequited love for him came to life?

That day, she had bravely taken his lips after drinking a whiskey that smelled sweet with vanilla.

He had said he liked the vanilla scent on her, pressing his lips to hers several times, even drawing her breath into him.

…But she hadn’t known he’d enjoy that whiskey.

“Want a drink? It’s a drink you know well.”

“No, I won’t. I’m not good with alcohol.”

Not long ago, when he offered her whiskey, she had pretended not to know it.

What’s the point of reminiscing about someone leaving soon, maybe even marrying another woman?

Yet, she was secretly glad he still remembered their first kiss.

And even now, holding her like this, protecting her, looking at her with those hungry eyes—it made her happy… Was that a crazy thought?

She wanted to let go of lingering feelings as quickly as possible, yet she was also afraid he might forget her completely.

This ridiculous mix of emotions frustrated her.

“So, you’re under investigation, yet you’re drinking so boldly.”

Lost in thought, his face moved even closer.

His nose brushed past her ear, trailing down her neck and shoulder in sequence.

Every place he passed seemed to shimmer with heat as if he had touched it.

“I-I didn’t drink…”

She barely managed to move her lips to answer, but he only let out a soft, unbelieving chuckle.

His breath fell on the exposed skin through the small gap of her clothing, making her shoulders flinch.

“Not that whiskey either…”

Had she added that without thinking, intoxicated by the dizzying sensation?

Her breath, sweet with vanilla, faltered for a moment.

“What’s so special about that whiskey that you immediately deny it?”

He straightened his body slowly from the bow he had made.

“I thought you’d forgotten.”

“…!”

“Pretending not to know even though you do, you cheeky little brat.”

Only then did Eunjae realize her mistake—but it was too late.

His dark eyes grew even colder, like a predator locking onto its prey—exactly at her lips.

It was as if he could attack at any moment and consume her lips, with eyes that seemed to rip her apart.

Just as she turned her head slightly to avoid him, the emergency exit swung open.

Leading the way was Dosungjun, followed by a group of men in suits.

It was too sudden. There wasn’t enough space to escape.

‘We’re going to get caught.’

What should she do? Dosungjun knew their faces.

“D-Don’t turn around…!”

She warned Wookyung, who didn’t know what was happening behind them.

He started to glance back the moment he heard that. Eunjae threw the high heels she was holding and clutched both his cheeks.

Step by step, they got closer. Without hesitation, she rose onto her toes and pressed her lips against his.

The urgency of not being seen fueled the impulsive kiss.

Fortunately, in the club, couples were pressing against each other everywhere.

Thanks to that, their kiss looked perfectly natural.

“….”

She could feel Wookyung’s arms tightening around her. Eunjae pressed their lips together even more firmly.

Sorry, sorry…

She clenched her trembling lashes shut, silently apologizing as she prayed Dosungjun’s group would pass quickly.

But then…

“Babe. Finally calling? Why haven’t you been answering? It’s so stressful and annoying.”

Dosungjun, passing by, abruptly stopped. He seemed to be on a call.

“I’ve been really stressed lately. The prosecutor’s investigation isn’t easy.”

Thump, thump—the pounding beat of the music made it hard to hear, but Dosungjun sounded furious.

“Goddamn it, babe! This is no fun! Do you know how far I’m going to go with Baek Wookyung?!”

He shouted, his anger piercing. Eunjae caught his name clearly. Wookyung must have heard it too.

“I love you too. I love you so much! Ah! Babe, ugh, shit. It’s hard, okay?”

Unable to control his temper, Dosungjun slammed his phone down and strode forward.

One subordinate ran to pick it up and quickly followed.

Finally, they had all passed. Eunjae carefully pulled her lips from Wookyung’s.

“Haa… haa…”

“….”

“S-sorry. It was too sudden before…”

But her words were cut off as Wookyung captured her lips again.

It felt as if he had been waiting for this moment alone. She couldn’t—and didn’t want to—push him away.

Thump, thump—the sound of her wildly beating heart matched the pounding music.

Eunjae lifted her chin gracefully to accept him. His hot breath pressed through the slight opening of her lips.

The warm, moist sensation, the lingering scent—all belonged to the man she had longed for.

He gently soothed her stiff, flustered body, slowly relaxing her rigid jaw.

Seizing the moment, he plunged forward, sweeping and teasing her mouth with his thick tongue.

“Ahh…”

He ruthlessly pressed and sucked at her tiny bud, as if he could consume every breath.

His hot hand slid into her hair, holding her firmly so she couldn’t turn her head, leaving only him.

“Ah… Prosecutor… hmm.”

He ignored her struggle for breath, going wild inside her mouth.

Every delicate part of her responded as he teased and pressed, sending shivers down to her toes.

Her fragile body was pushed back by the intensity of the kiss. Just before hitting the wall, one of his hands pressed gently on her back, holding her close.

“Fuck.”

He removed the hat that annoyed him, turning back to attack again.

“Mm.”

A faint whine seemed to signal him to come harder. Their noses pressed together, saliva smeared across their lips—they were lost in each other.

Her trembling arms wrapped around his neck. Inside the deepening kiss, their tiny buds clashed in a chase of passion.

“Ahh…”

Holding onto his collar, Eunjae could barely withstand him, completely overwhelmed.

“Haa…”

Finally, his relentless movements slowed. Her jaw, stretched wide to take him, slowly closed.

Her hazy mind felt empty, yet as complicated as the dazzling stage lights she could see.

“Jung Eunjae.”

His slow, low voice was filled with the satisfaction of conquest.

A thin thread of saliva stretched between their slightly parted lips.

Thok, thok, thok—his lingering kisses rained on her jaw and cheek.

He wiped her lips with his thumb like a predator that had just eaten, completely satisfied.

His hand on her back slid slowly, sending shivers through her hyper-sensitive body.

“….”

What do I do… what do I do…

Her burning red head drooped. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him.

They weren’t even a couple, and now even their professional relationship was over.

And she had kissed him first…

She was losing her mind. As her senses returned, she realized how serious her mistake had been.

“I-I’m sorry. It was a mistake.”

Ha—he laughed softly.

“A mistake, huh? Again.”

His deep voice sounded unusually ominous. Eunjae shook her head, trying to explain.

“N-no. It… it was unavoidable during the investigation, so… an emergency situation…”

Wookyung, laughing at her ridiculous excuse, irritably ran a hand through his hair.

“Whatever it was, I like it a lot.”

“Huh…? W-what does that—”

“Jung Eunjae.”

At the same moment, her back pressed even closer against him. From below, his heavy presence nudged her stomach.

“Kisses, investigation—both are amazing. Fuck.”