Chapter 138

Accept it even though I don’t want it? I quietly marveled at Joo Seowon’s fascinating line of thought. He kept babbling while I did.

“I didn’t plan to... do this with you from the start... I don’t know how I ended up....”

I listened to his muttering for a moment, then just pressed our mouths together again. He’d be all self-mocking and full of complaints, but the second our lips met, he opened up easily enough.

“Mm, ngh....”

A sly breath slipped through his parted lips. I pushed in, sucked on his tongue, and slowly licked from the soft inside of his cheek to his teeth; a reaction came back right away. By the time I rubbed his palate, the body that had cooled a bit started to warm again.

“Haah—uh, S-Seo Jehyun.”

Our mouths barely separated and his hot breath spilled out with a pretty desperate call. I pressed my lips to his jaw and felt the heat spread through his face and then the rest of him. His half-lowered eyes were charged with arousal again.

Even when I slowly pushed up his shirt, he didn’t so much as pretend to pull it down. I skimmed his bare skin with my hands, tilted my head, and met his gaze.

“Seowon.”

“......”

“Do I look like I’m being forced into something I don’t want, just because you asked for it?”

“......”

How far does your brain have to wander to land on that kind of conclusion? I stroked his cheek slowly and lowered my voice.

“Seowon. Even if you’re the one rubbing your mouth on mine... if I really hated it, I’d have picked you up and tossed you off right away.”

“You... you don’t like me.”

“What does ‘like’ mean?”

At my question, his face went blank, like his tongue had hit a wall.

“...What?”

“Seowon. I’m always cooperative with you. Do you need something else?”

“......”

“I don’t know.”

Feels like I’m giving you everything I can give, though. I pulled his shirt all the way off and dropped it on the floor. He flinched, but behaved, without a hint of resistance.

‘So obedient.’

I pressed my mouth to his collarbone and licked; he shivered hard and blurted out,

“B-but you said I’m not your type.”

Did I? I frowned slightly, not remembering, and he rushed to add,

“Last time... when you talked about that high school classmate who said he liked you—you said you have a type too.”

“Ah....”

So that’s what you meant.

‘Don’t worry. I’ve got a type, too.’

‘You bastard....’

That ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ was ages ago, wasn’t it? I didn’t think he’d still be holding onto that.

“You keep the weirdest things.”

“How am I not supposed to?”

If we’re measuring by type, then sure, you have to set aside looks and personality both.

“Stop... laughing.”

“Ah....”

I didn’t stop; I kept grinning, and confusion washed over his face.

Ah... this is funny. The more I thought about it, the more ridiculous it got.

It would’ve been fine keeping a tidy business relationship with Joo Seowon. Where did it go off the rails? When he got sulky because I wouldn’t share intel?

No, why would you even be sulky about that to begin with. I don’t get it.

Just because we live in the same house and bump into each other sometimes—does hatred turn into affection? He must’ve disliked me at first if anything; it wasn’t “like.”

‘Or not?’

If I think about it, he’s never once been decisive from start to now. Maybe he’s the type who enjoys being pushed like this.

He’s got no family left, and he’s surprisingly sentimental; maybe this life—someone actually keeping him in check—felt stable to him.

Once the thought broke the dam, my mind branched off wherever it wanted.

Anyway, there’s no need to dig into the complicated mechanics when the outcome’s obvious.

He cussed me out and said he hated it, and his face is bright red, and his eyes are... shaking like crazy. It’s a sight.

Thinking he wouldn’t be like this with Kwon Taehan made it even funnier. We were fairly close, we vibed in various ways, and it was a relationship where we spilled our pasts and pains—but he never climbed on top asking to sleep with me.

The tension of the situation was strange, and the amusement quickly morphed into something else. Honestly, this had me more interested than the smacking kisses from a minute ago.

I cupped his face and smiled, pleasantly.

“Up to a moment ago I was so-so about it, but suddenly I kind of want to.”

“What?”

“This is so ridiculous it’s turning me on, Seowon.”

I watched his flushed face and lowered my mouth to his neck.

Peck—soft contact, then off. I dotted kisses down his neck, and his body jerked and began to tremble.

By any reasonable logic, he had no reason to like me, and yet he’d poured all this affection into me. That was what I found absurd. And not just affection—attachment.

It did fuck with my mood to have a carefully laid plan knocked askew, but sometimes that kind of thing gave you a dopamine hit intense enough to sting the back of your head.

“Seowon.”

I spoke with my lips on his skin and felt him shiver.

“If you’re going to like me, you have to keep liking me....”

“......”

“Don’t betray me.”

With that, I set my teeth in the nape of his neck.

“Hh—nngh... ah!”

“Quit whining.”

I hadn’t bitten hard enough to hurt.

I traced the carved lines of his abs with my thumb, satisfied.

I lapped lightly over the goosebumped neck, then moved to his collarbone, licking and sucking deep. The sensation of flesh drawing into my mouth felt unusually soft.

“Ah—S-Seo Jehyun....”

With my mouth buried in his collarbone, I looked up and saw his Adam’s apple bob—swallowing. For someone who claimed he wasn’t a virgin, his body was tight with tension.

I slid my hand down, felt along his abdomen, then wrapped his waist; gooseflesh broke out there too. A healthy level of tension is just proof he’s turned on—no need to fix it.

‘He likes it.’

I dragged my tongue up his neck from below, chewing lightly just short of leaving a mark. The moment my lips touched, a tight breath burst out. His eyelids trembled with it.

“Haa....”

I spared him a glance, panting hotly, then lowered my head and kissed lightly near his chest. We hadn’t even done anything rough yet, but his ribcage was already heaving, breath coming harder.

Before I even took it into my mouth, his body flinched.

‘Sensitive?’

Right before I went for his chest, I asked,

“Are you sensitive here?”

“I don’t... know either.”

His voice was rough, like he’d forced out an answer he didn’t want to give. Embarrassed?

I decided to observe the reaction—met his eyes—then took the stiff little point on his chest gently between my teeth.

I bit like with my incisors and rubbed the tip of the peaked nub with my tongue; the reaction was immediate. He clenched his teeth, curled his back, eyes scrunching tight.

I watched him for a moment as he raised his torso slightly, struggling to breathe, then mashed the other side with my mouth and sucked hard. The one my mouth wasn’t on, I rolled and tugged gently with my fingers; the lines of his abdomen cut even deeper.

If he was like this without anything close to rough, then the arousal that had been building for a while must’ve been breaking over him in waves, showing up as pure bodily response.

“Hh....”

A breathy moan leaked out through his parted lips, then clamped shut again.

I let go of his chest, licked and sucked a little lower, and the hand that had been flailing in the air rushed to grip my shoulder. I felt the strength pour into his fingers.

I waited a beat, then offered him a choice:

“Wanna lie down?”

Sitting like this, we couldn’t do anything properly anyway. He nodded evenly, so I turned him and laid him back, then climbed over him.

Looking down at Seowon lying beneath me felt new again.

I knew he was handsome—it wasn’t that. It was him staring up at me with that anxious expression that did it.

I lowered my head and pressed my mouth to his stomach; his voice trembled sweetly.

“Gentle—hey, gentle....”

‘Gentle? I haven’t even done anything.’

I wasn’t driving my teeth in and sucking hard—I’d literally just pressed my lips to him—yet his voice was already wet.

Maybe realizing how absurd the request sounded, he corrected himself fast.

“N-no... slowly.”

We haven’t even started and you want “slow.”

I ignored him and set my hand on his pants. The bulge had been standing firm for a while already, obvious even over his thigh.

‘Wet?’

When I pressed my palm in, I felt tackiness. Maybe the sensation of the sensitive part being pushed through fabric felt foreign—he reacted pretty violently.

“Ugh—hah....”

I hadn’t done much, but if his body was already heating up like this, then either he’d been horny a while or he’d been pent up from the start. One of the two, guaranteed.

He tried to lever himself up on his forearms, and I held him down with one hand, lifting my mouth from his abdomen.

“Stay down. Why are you getting up?”

“Do it... slowly.”

“Slower than now?”

For a guy who pressed his mouth to mine and even said he’d take it, this was excessive timidity.

‘...Not that I planned on humoring him anyway.’

His hand had slipped off my shoulder at some point and hung in the air, fist clenched like he was enduring something.

His nonsense was getting long. I grabbed his waistband to get to the point, and he grabbed my hand in a panic. I looked up, and he blurted,

“You’re not... going to ditch me after this, right.”

“Why are you being so cute. It’s disorienting.”

“I’m not—”

“Lift your hips. I’m taking these off.”