Chapter 2 – Twenty-eight (Part 3)

Even when they reached their destination, he didn’t wake up. No matter how much she tried to wake him, it was useless. Instead, he burrowed further into her neck. The driver glanced back at them, looking troubled. Junhee sighed.

“Just take him—”

Please. 

She was about to say.

“Get out.”

Dowook interrupted her, giving an order. He rubbed his half-closed eyes and pulled away from her. Awake, he leaned back against the seat and yawned leisurely. He glanced out the window, trying to figure out where they were. Then he looked at the driver, who hadn’t gotten out, with a tilted gaze.

“I said, get out.”

Driver Choi hesitated for a moment, then bowed and got out of the car. Junhee was about to get out of the back seat too.

“Where are you going?”

Her wrist was grabbed. She was pulled, and in an instant, she was pinned under Dowook. He pressed his body against hers, his lips on her collarbone, grinding against her. The sudden yet fl*id movement left Junhee defenseless.

She tried to push him away with her fists, but he didn’t budge. The more she pushed, the more he pressed down on her. He slid his hand between her legs and pressed his fingers against her sensitive spot. He sucked on the area near her collarbone, where she was most sensitive.

Choi Dowook knew Junhee’s body too well. She desperately tried to suppress her moans. She knew he would enjoy it if she made any sound.

“Stop. Ha, Choi Dowook… Dowook, ah, uh, ha….”

But she couldn’t hold back. Her body, accustomed to Choi Dowook’s touch, responded quickly, becoming w*t with even the slightest stimulation.

She felt the car fog up. Dowook ran his hand through her hair. He held her head still and tried to kiss her. Outside, Driver Yoon would be standing. Though the car windows were heavily tinted, a sharp-eyed person like Yoon couldn’t be unaware of what was happening inside.

As Dowook’s tongue slipped between her lips, there was a sharp slap. His cheek turned to the left. Finally, everything stopped.

Junhee caught her breath belatedly. He slowly turned his head back. His eyes, looking down at her, were cold and deep.

“Get a grip.”

“What did I do?”

“We’re in front of Heejeongwon.”

“So what?”

Dowook arrogantly replied, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.

“We used to do this. Don’t you remember?”

He seemed to blame her.

“You liked it when I was drunk. You felt it more.”

That was because his drunk body was hotter than usual. In those times, he would drive her to the edge, no matter how much she tried to stop him.

“I listened to you.”

Dowook smiled faintly, coaxing her.

“You told me not to act like your boyfriend in front of others, to act like a friend, so I did. You told me to leave, so I left. You told me to get in this car, so I did. Now that I’ve listened to you so well, shouldn’t you reward me?”

His hand slipped inside her shirt, caressing her stomach smoothly. It moved up teasingly, cupping her br*ast and brushing the n*pple. A strange sensation spread through her chest. She felt her body cells stir, anticipating the pl*asure he would bring.

Junhee tried not to show it. She spoke to him with a calm face.

“I told you not to contact me until I contacted you. You didn’t listen to the most important thing.”

“Did I? I don’t remember.”

I must be really drunk.

He mumbled, lifting her shirt. He squeezed her plump br*ast with his fingers and lowered his head to suck on her n*pple. Junhee tried to suppress her moans again.

His tongue, skilled like a snake, teased her n*pple. He rubbed his er*ect p*nis against her thigh. She tried to cover her mouth with her hand, but the moans still escaped.

The sound finally stimulated him properly. Dowook slid his hand down between her legs again. He found her sensitive spot through the fabric of her pants and pressed it with his middle finger. Junhee furrowed her brow. 

Ha. Uh….

It was the kind of touch that aroused her the fastest. She felt more when he pressed against her through her underwear or pants rather than touching her bare skin.

“You’re already w*t.”

Your pants are soaked. 

He whispered hotly into her ear. He bit her earlobe and sucked on the spot right below, another of her er*genous zones. His p*nis, rubbing against her thigh, was hot and hard.

Where else can you find such an obedient lover?

Dowook whispered.

I don’t contact you because you told me not to. I wait like a dog, as you said.

I don’t complain about a girlfriend who doesn’t treat me like a lover in front of others.

I stop drinking when you tell me to. And when I come back, I make you feel good.

Where else can you find such an obedient lover? Huh? Where else?

Here. Right here.

Here I am, damn it. So why don’t you contact me?

“Don’t swear. Ha, ha….”

Even while he asked and answered himself, Dowook continued to stimulate her.

“Should I?”

“Uh, uh.”

“Should I, Junhee?”

“Not in the car.”

“You’ll regret it, our Junhee. You only live once; you should try everything.”

When Dowook tried to pull down her pants, Junhee glared fiercely.

“Stop, Choi Dowook…!”

Dowook’s gaze, looking down at Junhee, was equally sharp and piercing. Seeing those eyes, Junhee realized that he wasn’t drunk. His eyes were clear and rational, as sharp and cool as usual, something others might not notice, but Junhee knew. She just knew everything.

Dowook was very angry right now. She could tell automatically. They had spent so much time together. She could read his thoughts and feelings from even the slightest change in his expression.

It was probably the same for Dowook.

“You know why I told you not to contact me.”

“I don’t know.”

“You know why I haven’t contacted you for the past few days.”

“I don’t know.”

“I wanted us to take some time to think.”

“Oh, I thought a lot, just like you said. How long do I have to keep doing it? I’m getting tired of it.”

“Let’s talk when you’re sober, next time. Not today, not now.”

Their location and posture were inappropriate for further conversation. Even though Dowook was sober, he wasn’t entirely in his right mind. She didn’t want to say the things she had prepared in a humid car in the middle of a drunken dawn, with Driver Yoon standing outside. But Dowook pressed her.

“When is ‘next time’?”

“…Next week or any weekend. During the day. Outside. At least not like this—”

“I’m getting engaged.”

“…….”

“My parents are making me.”

“…….”

“Why aren’t you surprised?”

Dowook’s lips twisted into a bitter smile.

“Why do you look like you already know, Woo Junhee?”

The chill in his laugh made her shiver. Perhaps it was because his features were so sharp and defined. One of his talents was making others’ nerves stand on edge with just a steady gaze.

She knew there was no point in hiding it. Dowook knew her too well.

“The Chairman mentioned it a few months ago. She’s an alum from our school. She studied humanities. He asked me to check her reputation among those who knew her.”

“Oh, so you did some investigating and even congratulated me.”

“…….”

“Make sure to give a generous gift.”

“…Dowook.”

“Jokes aside. This isn’t fun anymore.”

The man who had been hot and crude just moments ago suddenly calmed down. He moved away from Junhee. He leaned back against the seat and brushed his disheveled hair. Junhee slowly sat up too. The sound of a lighter clicking followed. He was probably trying to calm his ar*usal with a cigarette.

“Wait. I’ll have Driver Choi take you home.”

There was a subtle irritation in his voice, but he didn’t openly show it. His rational demeanor seemed to provoke Junhee even more.

Suddenly, she wondered what she was doing here at this hour. She wondered for how long she would have to stay by his side like this. She felt overwhelmed.

She was seized by a strange feeling that if she didn’t say it now, she never would. That now was the only time she could say it.

“I’m tired.”

So she blurted it out.

“I want to stop now.”

Dowook tilted his head slightly. He raised his subtly thick eyebrows as if to ask what that meant.

She had been thinking about it for quite a while, but half of it was impulsive. She hadn’t planned to say it like this, in this place….

His dark eyes, staring at her through the dim light, urged her to answer. Enduring his gaze, Junhee changed her mind.

What does it matter?

It was something she had to say anyway. Dragging out something with a predetermined answer wouldn’t do either of them any good.

“Stop what?”

“Let’s break up.”

“Why?”

“…I’m tired of it.”

“Tired of what?”

“This relationship.”

“I don’t understand. Why would you be tired of it?”

“…It’s just time. We’ve been together too long.”

Just saying it felt like she was expelling a thorny mass that had been deeply embedded inside her, constantly pricking and irritating her. She felt like she had to keep expelling it. She felt like she would finally feel relieved, like she could finally lay down her weary heart and rest.

“You and I have been together for fifteen years, and we’ve been dating for eight.”

“Only eight years.”

“Yes, eight whole years.”

Dowook’s eyes darkened ominously. With those eyes, he called her softly, “Junhee.”

“I must have upset you because I’m drunk today. Are you angry because I called you out late at night while drunk? I won’t do it again. I’ll listen to you. I’ll be damn obedient. Please cut me some slack. You don’t contact me. You say you will, but you damn well don’t. So of course I’d be upset, wouldn’t I?”

“I’m not saying this lightly.”

“No, you’re being light about it. Think about it seriously.”

“Being by your side isn’t enjoyable at all. It’s not exciting.”

“…….”

“I’m just tired of it all. I don’t want to see you, and I’m tired of trying to meet you. Being here like this is painful. I just… I just want to stop everything now.”

He stubbed out his cigarette on the windowsill, glaring at her. His gestures were irritable. Then, as if the buttoned collar filling his nape was suffocating, he roughly pulled down the neckline of his shirt.

He glared at her as if he wanted to kill her. Junhee looked back at him defiantly. Dowook smirked.

“If it was going to be like this, we should have just had car s*x.”

A low, deep laugh brushed against her nape.