Side Story 1.2

At first, it was just light nibbling on her lips and sucking on her tongue. But at some point, Junhee found herself enveloped in Dowook’s arms, deeply kissing him. When she pulled back for air, Dowook would urgently tilt her chin back and press his lips to hers again, making her drink in his saliva.

‘Junhee. Woo Junhee. Haa, Woo Junhee…’

The way he called her name was intoxicating.

Dowook’s tongue intertwined with hers deeply. 

When had he become so skilled at kissing? 

The way his adept tongue moved left her dizzy.

As if kissing wasn’t enough, at some point, they began exploring each other’s bodies. She couldn’t remember who started it. His large hands roamed sensually over her face, neck, back, waist, and stomach. Junhee, too, traced her fingers over Dowook’s body.

She ran her hands along his smooth jawline, gripping his thick neck. She brushed over his prominent Adam’s apple, then trailed her fingers along his broad shoulders. She caressed his well-toned chest before cupping his cheeks again.

She liked the heat emanating from his strong body, so different from hers. She also liked the sensual movements they shared while kissing deeply. They were so engrossed in each other that they lost track of time and any sense of embarrassment.

Occasionally, Dowook’s hands would hesitate. Whenever they neared her chest, he would let out a deep groan. The crease between his brows became even more pronounced. Through her hazy mind, Junhee took in the sight of his face.

His eyes were filled with desperation. Yet, he seemed to be fiercely holding something back, hesitating.

He looked like a complete troublemaker—someone who’d only ever engage in the worst kinds of mischief.

Yet, the sight of him desperately restraining himself was strangely seductive, despite how ill-suited it looked on him.

Junhee pulled his face closer, pressing her lips to his and slipping her tongue into his mouth again. Naturally, her body leaned back. Dowook hungrily leaned into her once more. Lying on the sofa, they continued kissing as they held each other tightly.

Their movements grew rougher. Clothes rustled against each other, and moans, gasps, and wet breaths filled the air.

Even Junhee thought the sounds coming from her own mouth were indecent. When she tried to stop herself, Dowook urged her on.

‘Don’t stop. Why’d you stop? Keep going.’

‘What if someone hears us outside…’

‘They won’t. You’re mine. Who the hell would dare listen to your voice without my permission?’

She didn’t dislike how he claimed even her sounds as his. She had known since they were very young that he was the type who wouldn’t rest until he got what he wanted.

‘You’re mine too.’

She said, mimicking his possessive mindset. 

‘I don’t want anyone else hearing your voice either. So be careful, okay?’

Dowook was delighted by her words. The overwhelming joy in his dark eyes was palpable. The weight of his large body pressed down on her even more. Just as she feared she might be crushed, he skillfully eased up.

‘You’re right. I’m yours too. I wasn’t careful enough.’

He said, sounding regretful, as he pulled her into a tight embrace. His movements were clumsy but intense.

Her hips lifted slightly. The sensation was both strange and addictive. The firm pressure of his thigh between her legs was equally intoxicating.

Dowook seemed to be enjoying the stimulation as well. Or rather, it seemed like he was losing control of himself under the intensity of it all.

After a long time of exploring her mouth with his tongue, he suddenly pulled away. He licked along her jawline, sucked behind her ear, and trailed down to her neck. Junhee’s head naturally tilted back. Every time Dowook sucked deeply on a spot on her neck, she couldn’t hold back her moans.

‘Ah, mm, ahh, haa…!’

She twisted her body, trying to push him away, but he didn’t budge. He clung to her, finding the spots that made her react the most and sucking on them again.

Her head tilted back even further. For a fleeting moment, the ceiling clock came into view.

It had been eight o’clock when they entered. The last time she glanced at the clock, right before they started kissing, it had been half-past nine. Now, it was past eleven.

They had been tangled up like this for nearly two hours. A red flag went off in her mind.

Summoning all her strength, she pushed against Dowook’s chest. He let out a short, irritated sound but eventually relented. He looked at her with a confused expression, wiping the saliva trailing from his lips with the back of his hand.

Breathing heavily, Junhee stared at his disheveled hair, his loose shirt, and his glazed but unusually bright eyes. As he leaned in again, she placed her palm against his chest.

Thankfully, Dowook stopped moving. But she could still feel his pounding heartbeat through her palm.

‘You… your body… it’s too solid.’

Junhee spoke, her chest rising and falling, and Dowook laughed. He found Junhee’s words adorable and gently pulled her hand, planting small kisses on her fingertips. Though his breathing was just as labored, Dowook acted as if he couldn’t go a moment without Junhee’s touch on his lips.

‘So, do you like it?’

‘…Since when have you been like this?’  

‘Since I was born.’ 

‘Liar.’  

Dowook chuckled. Letting go of Junhee’s hand, he kissed her lips again.  

‘Why? You’ve been pretty since you were born.’ 

Junhee’s cheeks turned red.  

‘How would you know?’  

‘When you were thirteen, sixteen, twenty—every Woo Junhee I’ve seen has always been beautiful.’

Junhee felt embarrassed by his words, even though they’d done far more embarrassing things. She couldn’t understand why Dowook’s heated gaze and honest words embarrassed her even more.  

But she didn’t hate it. Wrapping her arms around his waist, Junhee buried her face in his chest to hide her flushed cheeks. Dowook quietly embraced her head, pressing soft kisses on her hair.  

Feeling Dowook’s chest rise and fall, Junhee waited for the heat between them to subside.  

But it didn’t.  

Every time she felt the large thing brushing against her lower abdomen, Junhee flinched. It had been pressing against her the whole time they were kissing.  

She thought it would settle down with time. But now, even though they weren’t kissing, it seemed to grow larger.  

Why did it feel like it was getting bigger? Could it grow even more? Was that okay? How much bigger could it get?  

She wondered if Choi Dowook, walking around with something so massive on his body, was all right. Her mind was in chaos. 

Would that thing eventually end up inside me? 

Strange thoughts kept creeping in.  

The raspy groans that brushed against her forehead only fueled those thoughts. She wanted to stop thinking.  

‘When are you going home?’  

‘Home?’  

‘Yes, home.’ 

‘I’m not going.’  

‘You’re not going?’  

‘I can’t. Where would I go?’

Dowook pulled Junhee tightly into his arms, as if he truly never intended to let her go. When Junhee lifted her head, she met his downcast gaze.  

For a moment, Junhee’s eyes showed confusion, perhaps even a hint of fear. Dowook, who had been staring intently into her eyes, let out a soft laugh.  

‘See? What were you thinking coming to drink with me?’  

But Dowook’s voice was still thick and low.  

‘What were you thinking coming in here with me?’ 

His lips carried a faint smile, but his eyes twisted strangely, making his expression peculiar. That face felt unfamiliar, but Junhee stood firm and spoke her mind.  

‘What’s wrong with this place? It’s just a bar.’  

Just a bar connected to the hotel you frequent. I only followed you in because I trusted you.  

‘You trust me too much.’

Because if not you, who else would I trust? 

She almost said it but stopped herself.  

‘How do you know what’s going on in my head?’  

A dangerous aura emanated from Dowook. He was smiling, but Junhee, who knew him so well, felt like he was a stranger in that moment.  

‘Are you drunk?’ 

Junhee asked. Dowook burst into laughter. ‘Maybe,’ he muttered, running a hand through his hair. Looking down at her with a slightly troubled expression, he seemed to deliberate.  

Should I pretend to be drunk or not?  

He reached out, cupping Junhee’s face, and lightly stroked her cheek with his fingertips.  

‘I… still trust you.’

‘Why?’ 

‘Because it’s you. Just because it’s you. I trust you.’

It was a foolish statement. But really, there was no other reason. Dowook wouldn’t do anything Junhee disliked. He wouldn’t let her be in danger. He’d go to any lengths to give her what she wanted and work hard to make her dreams come true.  

Junhee had that kind of faith in Dowook, a trust built over a long time. Not even Choi Dowook could break Junhee’s faith in him.