SIDE STORY 2.2

Standing before the breathtakingly familiar scenery, Moonkyeong held her breath for a moment. The sun shattered into pieces, and the sea roared. After enduring the sweltering heat, they had arrived at Ibiza Island, the island of indulgence where she and Seojun had first fallen in love.

The place Hyesook had booked for them was the most expensive and spacious suite in Ibiza. Old memories stirred within her. Back then, Lee Heejin had rented an even larger mansion than this one. The second-floor rooms were exclusively used by Lee Heejin and Seojun, and even stepping onto the staircase required navigating the watchful eyes of countless people.

She vividly remembered the moment she had nervously opened that unfamiliar and intimidating door. The image of Seojun, frozen like a painting, was still etched in her mind. Even with her eyes open or closed, she could recreate the memory of that day with perfect clarity.

Moonkyeong pulled back the curtains on the window and let out a gasp of admiration.

“Wow.”

“Do you like it?”

When she turned around, Seojun, who had been unpacking, was already beside her.

“Of course I like it. But how did she know?”

“……”

“I’ve never told her about the… things we did here.”

“Things? What things?”

Seojun’s large hand wrapped around Moonkyeong’s slender waist, which remained petite even after giving birth to two children. Perhaps it was because she still practiced ballet occasionally, but she had retained her elegance and balanced physique despite aging.

Pressed against the window by Seojun’s build, Moonkyeong pondered the strangeness of it all. Out of all the possible travel destinations, Hyesook had chosen this one. She had initially assumed that Seojun might have mentioned the memories of this place to Hyesook at some point. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that her husband, Kim Seojun, wasn’t the type to bring up such stories, even with someone as close as Hyesook.

Slowly, Moonkyeong lifted her gaze. Trapped in his embrace, her upper body was partially exposed.

“Tell me. Ugh.”

Seojun responded by licking her exposed shoulder, his answer veiled in action.

“What?”

“I mean… Ah! Not there yet… Did you ask her to do this?”

“Yes. I asked her. If I had suggested a trip, you would have immediately thought about the kids first—Inyoung and Jinwoo, Seo Moonkyeong.”

“How could you…”

Deceive me like this? 

Though she was speechless, he wasn’t wrong. If Seojun had proposed the trip, she would have insisted on bringing the kids along.

Pressed against the window, Moonkyeong exhaled a heavy breath.

“Ha. Why? Because you wanted to… ugh… spend time with me?”

“Yes.”

Just the two of us.

Before his whispered words could fully echo in her ears, Seojun lifted her skirt. His fingers slipped beneath her underwear, exploring her intimately as though savoring the act.

“Ugh.”

“Even now, you haven’t changed?”

“……”

Without him saying it, she knew exactly what he meant. She was well aware that her body would immediately respond to his touch, becoming wet in an instant. There was no denying it.

The faint, salty scent from his fingertips reached her nose. Embarrassment and a slight sense of shame washed over her, but she knew that Seojun enjoyed even those feelings. To hide her reddened nose, Moonkyeong turned her head to the side.

“Are you embarrassed? I haven’t even started yet.”

“……”

Seojun grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him, causing her body to bend forward naturally. Letting out a sharp cry, she braced herself. She knew he would enter her soon. Though her body trembled with anticipation, she felt an overwhelming need to resist him—yet it was futile.

Summoning her voice with difficulty, she murmured, trying to shake off the desire.

“…People outside… can see.”

“They can’t see us from there.”

Their room was on the highest floor. From the beach, the people below looked like ants. Even though she knew his words were true, Moonkyeong couldn’t help but feel more self-conscious.

“Still…”

“Even if they could see, it wouldn’t matter.”

Seojun’s hand slowly caressed the space between her hips.

Whenever he wanted, Seo Moonkyeong had to open herself up to him. And, truth be told, she enjoyed giving Kim Seojun exactly what he wanted. Even without saying it, his voice and gestures made it clear.

“Seo Moonkyeong.”

“……”

“Give me your lips.”

Seojun, who had been lingering on her neck, sought her lips. As Moonkyeong tilted her head to offer them, he captured her tongue and devoured her as if he intended to consume her entirely.

“Mm… Ugh.”

The intensity of his kiss overwhelmed her, causing her saliva to flow uncontrollably. As she let out faint moans, Seojun explored her body freely, his hands roaming over her.

“Do you like it?”

“Mm… Yes, I like it.”

Seojun’s aroused body pressed against her, and he entered her without hesitation. Moonkyeong, who had opened herself to him countless times before, found herself unable to resist once again.

“Ah!”

With every deep thrust, he filled her completely, pushing her body forward against the window. As her chest pressed against the glass, Seojun supported her with his hands, kneading her flesh.

“Ugh…”

He moved vigorously, his rhythm relentless. Moonkyeong’s body trembled uncontrollably as waves of pleasure coursed through her, reaching down to her toes. She no longer cared about the tiny figures of people moving outside the window. If anything, the thought only heightened her excitement.

The sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the room, and Moonkyeong’s mind went blank. Seojun’s persistent kisses on her neck were intoxicating. If they had been facing each other, his kiss would have landed on her lips. Everything—their bodies, the kisses, the fleeting memories—felt surreal.

This truly was a paradise of indulgence.

***

By nightfall, the entire island transformed into a massive club, buzzing with noise and excitement. After dinner, the couple, who had spent the day together by the pool, stepped out of their hotel dressed casually. Drawn by the loud music, they wandered until they found themselves surrounded by a crowd.

Seojun tightened his grip on Moonkyeong’s hand, pulling her closer to him. It was his way of telling her not to get swept away by the crowd and to stay by his side. When their eyes met, Moonkyeong smiled softly.

“Doesn’t this remind you of the old days?”

“Not really.”

“Geez, I must be the only one feeling nostalgic.”

As they approached a long bar table, Seojun accepted a drink from a staff member and handed it to Moonkyeong.

“Do you want to dance?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

“And if I am lying?”

He released her hand briefly, as if giving her permission to dance freely. Moonkyeong wanted to ask him to join her on the dance floor, but she knew better than to expect Kim Seojun to do such a thing. So, she had no choice but to dance alone.

She downed her beer in one go. It had been a long time since she felt like this—like she could do anything, like she could roam the world freely, unrestrained. No matter what challenges she faced, she always had Kim Seojun to back her up. He was the one person in the world she could rely on.

With her body now relaxed, she stepped onto the stage. There was only one person she wanted to see her here. From the café in Russia where they first met to this very moment, he was the only one who had ever captured her heart. Without him, she wouldn’t have the freedom, family, or love she now cherished. She was grateful for it all.

Moonkyeong surrendered herself to the music, her movements flowing with the rhythm. But her dance was soon interrupted by a blonde Italian man. With his emerald-green eyes, shining hair, and a beard that reached his chin, he had been moving to the music from a distance, gradually approaching her.

Moonkyeong hadn’t noticed him, but Seojun had been on edge the moment he let her go. He spotted the man immediately. Before the Italian could grab Moonkyeong’s waist and pull her close, Seojun swiftly pulled her back into his arms.

Startled, Moonkyeong found herself between the two men. Seojun warned the Italian in clear English.

“She’s mine.”

Realizing what was happening, Moonkyeong clung tighter to Seojun. Even after years of marriage, hearing him claim her as “his” still made her heart race.

That night, Moonkyeong, drunk and laughing, fell asleep in Seojun’s arms. Her body felt light, her mind hazy, and her whole being warm from the alcohol. Throughout the night, Seojun couldn’t keep his hands off her.

Even as dawn approached and her intoxication faded, Seojun’s obsession didn’t wane. After two rounds of intimacy, her body ached, and she honestly wanted to rest. But when she tried to escape to the bathroom, Seojun caught her and brought her back to bed.

“Why are you going to the bathroom?”

“I… I feel like throwing up.”

He chuckled softly.

“Seo Moonkyeong, you’re terrible at lying.”

“Do you like me that much? You want more?”

“Yes.”

His eyebrows arched slightly, his gaze filled with affection. Moonkyeong couldn’t resist the way he expressed his love, even with his eyes. Despite the years that had passed, Kim Seojun’s gaze still drove her crazy.

In the end, it was Moonkyeong who gave in first, brushing her lips lightly over his eyes. Seojun smiled.

“See? I knew this would happen.”

Trapped beneath him on the bed, Moonkyeong glared at him playfully, her hands wrapping around his neck.

“But promise me something.”

“What?”

“Let me sleep in tomorrow.”

“I can’t promise that.”

“What?”

“You know how I get when it’s just the two of us.”

“How?”

“I go crazy.”

Before she could respond, Seojun once again buried himself in her. Waves of pleasure washed over her like the endless sea beyond the horizon. It was blissful.