Chapter 7 – This Isn’t Like A Contractual Relationship

Her heels wobbled and came off, her body pushed toward the wall. But before she could even hit the wall, she was pulled back into a firm chest. The one controlling her fluttering, paper-like body was a man, brimming with anger. As if he was determined to teach her a lesson.

“Haah…….”

A rough kiss stole all her breath away. The hot, strange heat spread, turning her breathing into involuntary, muffled m*ans. Her chest kept sinking lower, and a haze wrapped around her whole body.

It was just a single kiss.

She never expected to feel like this. Especially with someone she’d spent twenty years growling at face-to-face as a friend. But tonight, the two of them, who had always been friends, kissed like strangers meeting for a one-night stand—rubbing lips, tangling tongues, endlessly swallowing each other’s saliva.

“Mm. Ah, mmph, wa…….”

As their kiss grew more intense, the hallway light flickered on and off, making a scene. Pushed back again and again by Wooseok’s strong advances, Eunjae ended up bumping into the shelf near the shoe cabinet.

Crash.

The sound of carefully arranged items tumbling down filled the air. Among them was an architectural model Wooseok cherished, one that Eunjae had brought from a trip abroad.

“Hey……. Haah, wait a sec……!”

When Eunjae pushed him away, Wooseok finally let go, stepping back from her body. His eyes, half glazed over, stared at her as if confronting her. For some reason, Eunjae’s arms broke out in goosebumps.

Wooseok’s hair and clothes were completely disheveled. His tie was crooked, and his lips were stained red—probably from her lipstick. Knowing exactly who did that snapped Eunjae back to her senses.

“You…… You’re kind of scary.”

Wooseok gave a crooked, incredulous smile at her words. Then, erasing his smile in an instant, he stepped forward again. Eunjae backed away, but there was nowhere left to go. How did she end up here? She felt like a mouse trapped in a cage.

“Wooseok.”

“Whatever you say, it’s useless now.”

His lips claimed hers again, even deeper. The tongue pushing inside was sweet. Eunjae couldn’t pretend not to notice. How could it be so sweet? It was almost unbelievable. Wooseok traced her teeth, pushing his tongue deep inside her mouth. That alone made heat bloom in her lower belly.

“Mmph, mmph……. Mmm.”

It didn’t stop at her mouth anymore. Wooseok’s hand slipped under her blouse. Every time his cool touch skimmed her skin, goosebumps rose and tingles ran through her body. His bold hand moved up, grabbing her br*ast through the blouse in one swift motion.

“Haah!”

Startled, Eunjae tried to arch her back and pull away, but Wooseok only held her tighter. He was so strong she couldn’t move at all. His large hand carelessly pushed up her bra and squeezed her br*ast, kneading it firmly. Her rounded chest seemed to dance in his big palm.

“Haa…….”

A m*an escaped her lips. No one had ever touched her br*asts like this before. She’d imagined it, but now it was real. She shook her head in disbelief, but something even more intense began—Wooseok pinched her n*pple with his fingers.

“Th-that…… Ah.”

A sharp jolt of pain shot down her spine. Eunjae threw her head back, biting her lip. This should be the limit. No more, she thought, but Wooseok kept pinching her n*pple and began sucking on her neck.

“Haah…….”

It felt like electricity was running from her head to her toes. Her toes curled, and she couldn’t do anything as Wooseok held her with one arm. How was he so steady? His core strength was impressive.Her body and mind felt dizzy all over, and Wooseok whispered into her ear.

“Let’s do it on the bed.”

“……What?”

“Wrap your legs around me.”

What? Eunjae’s brain completely shut down, her eyes blank as she tried to make sense of his words. Wooseok smiled at her for a moment. Now, he seemed a bit more like the Wooseok she knew. But the heavy thing pressing against her lower belly wasn’t the Wooseok she knew. Why was he carrying a weapon in his pants?

“Or should we just do it here?”

“No. No. Absolutely not.”

Eunjae, startled, quickly wrapped her legs around his waist. Wooseok finally smiled in satisfaction and strode into the house. Eunjae, clinging to him, looked around the familiar home.

She’d come here all the time, but tonight it felt strangely unfamiliar. She’d eaten tteokbokki here, watched movies, folded laundry, wrestled. They’d done everything except s*x, and now, even that was about to happen. As she thought about it, Wooseok gently laid her on his bed.

“Lift your hips.”

Wooseok undressed her skillfully, like someone who’d done this just yesterday. Her blouse was already half-off, so he just yanked it off and tossed it away, then grabbed her skirt like it was the next step. He stared at the waistline of her tight skirt—one she rarely wore—and Eunjae spoke awkwardly.

“I–I’ll do it. Let’s each take care of our own.”

Wooseok just smirked again, then quickly loosened his tie and roughly unbuttoned his shirt. As each button came undone, his firm chest was exposed, and Eunjae had to hold her breath.

Had she ever seen him bare like this? Even though they’d kept boundaries, she’d never seen him completely n*ked. Eunjae’s gaze quickly shifted from his chest to the dresser beyond. Then Wooseok grabbed her chin to make her look at him.

“If you weren’t going to look, why did you kiss me?”

“……What?”

He seemed to be asking her intent.

“Didn’t you understand too?”

“Understand what?”

“That it was just… an impulse.”

Eunjae didn’t know what she was saying. She liked him. That’s why she did it—but she couldn’t say it out loud. She didn’t know why. Was it embarrassment? No. It wasn’t just a fleeting feeling.

The more she crossed the line with him, the more afraid she became. What would happen if they crossed this line? They wouldn’t be able to stay friends. Shin Eunjae’s desire to keep both love and friendship ended up throwing Jung Wooseok into humiliating confusion.

“Impulse?”

“I was drinking… my body was heated. And today, my mood was just awful.”

“So you wanted to sleep with anyone, and I just happened to be there?”

Wooseok’s face asked if her shitty mood meant he was the one paying for it. There was no fixing this now. Whatever she said next, it wouldn’t help, so she zipped her skirt back up.

“If it made you feel bad, I’m sorry.”

“Stopping now would feel even shittier.”

Wooseok grabbed her arm and sat her back down. His eyes, blazing hot but also icy cold, looked down at Eunjae. She couldn’t avoid it. Trapped in his grip, she couldn’t move.

“Wooseok.”

“Should I just make you feel good?”

Wooseok suddenly kissed her again, pulling her waist tight as he sucked and rubbed her tongue. The serious mood from earlier melted away, and sweet, yearning sounds escaped Eunjae’s mouth. Was he a player? How could one kiss melt her like this? Eunjae’s head spun again.

“Haah……. Wait.”

“I’ll make you forget everything about today.”

Wooseok unzipped her skirt, not even giving her time to speak, yanking it off her legs and tossing it aside. He moved so fast, Eunjae couldn’t keep up. He was different from the Wooseok she knew.

Rough, almost animalistic. Was this his usual bedroom manner? Eunjae’s mind wandered, her brow furrowing. She didn’t know if Jung Wooseok was a v*rgin or not. He was thirty-three, had done his military service, and though he’d never officially dated, he might have had hookups.

They’d spent almost every day together, but she’d been abroad for three years. They didn’t live together, so maybe he’d been with other women. The thought didn’t sit well with her. Was he rough with women? She suddenly wanted to be different from those women.

“Could you…… slow down a bit?”

Eunjae mustered up the courage to ask, and Wooseok froze.

“……Too fast?”

He seemed genuinely unaware.

“No. ……Just, do it your way.”

Eunjae replied, her tone a beat slower. She realized she wasn’t in a position to dictate. Whatever his style, she’d started this, so it was up to her to accept it.

“I’ll match you.”

“How do I usually do it?”

Why was he asking her that? Her eyes filled with confusion.

“W-what do you mean?”

“You seem to know something I don’t.”

Wooseok let out a baffled laugh, then straddled her legs. Eunjae was startled, leaning back before she could process his words. But her head hit the bed’s headboard. She couldn’t avoid his gaze, which bore down on her. The pressure made her swallow hard.

“Y-you’re not going to kill me, right?”

Was that supposed to be a joke? Eunjae regretted it instantly. Wooseok’s eyes turned incredulous. Connecting s*x to death—she was a mess.

“Why would I kill you?”

Wooseok sighed, gently stroking her cheek. His eyes softened, becoming tender. For some reason, Eunjae relaxed. Then another deep kiss followed. His hands, once rough, now matched her pace, slowly tracing her skin.