Chapter 68
“I already told you I haven’t been drinking. Do you really think I’d childishly lie to you about something like that, Director?”
Cheong-yeon’s lips twitched. What did Do-heon take him for?
“Given your colorful track record, I had to check.”
Do-heon leaned his upper body closer, closing the distance as Cheong-yeon moved backward.
“But, have you ever done it?”
Then he took hold of Cheong-yeon’s hand, which had been touching his lips, and pulled it down.
“Done what?”
“Fellatio.”
He said it in a dry voice. The word was too provocative to be coming from such an expressionless face, causing Cheong-yeon to inadvertently swallow a gasp.
He slowly traced Cheong-yeon’s soft lower lip with his thumb, as if urging him to answer.
“I haven’t.”
Cheong-yeon shook his head in denial, and only then did Do-heon remove his hand from his lips.
“I was worried.”
His voice softened considerably.
“You’ve been out of my house for how many days, and I wondered if you’d already taken someone else in your mouth.”
“That’s not… mmph!”
Cheong-yeon tried to protest, but his emerging voice was immediately swallowed up by Do-heon.
He gently parted Cheong-yeon’s lips and thoroughly explored the tender mucous membrane inside. It was a deep kiss inappropriate for the location. Though knowing they were alone in the room, Cheong-yeon’s widely opened eyes darted around, frantically surveying their surroundings.
Though he knew he should push Do-heon away, Cheong-yeon hesitated with his half-raised hands twitching several times before gently placing them on Do-heon’s chest.
“Hmm, mmm… mmmm.”
Do-heon’s pheromones, which had been perfectly controlled until now, flowed pleasantly into Cheong-yeon—cautious and faint. Though not powerful enough to make him lose his reason, they provided an intoxicating sensation that made him momentarily forget they were inside a department store.
Eventually, Cheong-yeon closed his eyes tightly and pressed his body against Do-heon, begging for a more intense kiss.
He liked the feeling of Do-heon’s hair naturally falling and touching his forehead. Each time he tilted his head slightly, Do-heon’s closed eyes, thick eyebrows, and the straight space between his brows visible through his hair hazily flickered in Cheong-yeon’s field of vision. Even Do-heon’s characteristic dry, cold scent was seductively chilling in this moment.
Was it okay to feel this way toward Do-heon now? Though he no longer blindly adored him as before, Cheong-yeon had to admit he still harbored sexual attraction toward him.
Although he had eventually divorced due to the suffocating sense of constraint and loneliness he had felt throughout their marriage, regardless of their personal history, Do-heon remained outwardly a perfect man. That’s why Cheong-yeon couldn’t firmly refuse the kiss, inappropriate as it was for the location.
As his breathing gradually quickened, Do-heon slowly separated his lips and released Cheong-yeon. He obsessively straightened his slightly disheveled tie and vest while regaining his composure.
Cheong-yeon wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand and glanced sideways at him. He had intended to confront him about kissing in such a place, but ended up being the one begging for more, which was extremely embarrassing.
“Haah… but will you answer what I asked earlier?”
Do-heon still hadn’t responded to the question about whether oral would be acceptable instead of penetration. Cheong-yeon had asked it seriously, offering an alternative solution given their contractual relationship, but Do-heon had only responded with strange questions about whether he’d been drinking.
Do-heon closed his mouth and stared at Cheong-yeon as if contemplating something. Cheong-yeon didn’t avoid his gaze.
“Let’s pick out clothes first.”
However, after a moment, Do-heon responded with words other than the answer Cheong-yeon wanted.
To Cheong-yeon’s ears, it sounded like nothing but rejection. Having summoned his courage to ask, being ignored made him turn his head away in embarrassment.
He didn’t need to be humiliated like this. It would have been better if Do-heon had directly refused, saying he disliked the idea or insisting they stick to the contract terms.
Annoyed by Do-heon’s halfhearted response, Cheong-yeon sat on the sofa and resumed flipping through the catalog that the employee had brought.
“Choose some clothes?” Why does he speak like that?
Cheong-yeon grumbled inwardly. Originally, he had planned to change into something plain and ordinary before leaving, but now he had changed his mind.
Rapidly flipping through the pages, he selected a thin shirt with a deep cut at the chest, pants with hems that dragged on the floor, and a choker that came as a set.
“I’ll change into this.”
When Cheong-yeon pointed to the image, Do-heon’s eyes narrowed.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
Somehow, the immediate reaction was amusing. Do-heon sat next to him and stared at Cheong-yeon with eyes that seemed to have much to say.
His piercing gaze was intense enough to make Cheong-yeon’s face sting. Faltering, Cheong-yeon added:
“You didn’t forget your promise to respect my fashion, did you?”
“You weren’t originally this extreme. How about choosing clothes with more fabric?”
He clearly disliked the deep V-neck shirt that Cheong-yeon was pointing at.
“Before our divorce, you mean? I told you. Back then, I dressed as conservatively as possible to suit you, but I actually prefer this style.”
“No, even before that.”
“Before that would be…”
Cheong-yeon’s voice trailed off as he frowned, looking at Do-heon with uncertainty.
“You mean when I was active as an idol?”
His ominous premonition seemed to hit the mark as Do-heon nodded.
“You dressed more modestly even then, I think.”
Cheong-yeon had never considered that Do-heon might know about his idol days. His face instantly turned bright red at the unexpected comment.
While he had felt some fulfillment as an idol, there were also moments he didn’t want to remember, given the poor results. The embarrassment of knowing that Do-heon was aware of that period of his life left Cheong-yeon at a loss for words, gnawing on his innocent lips.
“W-why would you look that up?”
Cheong-yeon stammered, too flustered.
“Is it wrong to look? You were a good dancer.”
“Ugh. Just don’t talk about it.”
Cheong-yeon shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair, overwhelmed by embarrassment. At that, Do-heon’s lips rarely curved into a smile. He leaned toward where Cheong-yeon was sitting.
And with a soft “chup” sound, their lips met again. Cheong-yeon moved back to avoid the frequent skinship that was inappropriate for the place. But Do-heon persistently followed, holding his head and pulling his face toward him.
“Ah, mmm… this is, a department store…”
In the brief moment their lips separated, Cheong-yeon whispered in protest.
“Who was it that had the audacity to offer oral first?”
“That was meant for when we got to the hotel… mph, not here.”
“Looking forward to it.”
Do-heon chuckled and covered Cheong-yeon’s lips again. It felt strange to hear him laugh, something that hadn’t happened in a very long time.
“Mmmph…”
The moist friction of wet flesh rubbing against each other echoed clearly in his ears, almost embarrassingly so. The precarious kiss, which seemed like it might intensify at any moment, continued repeatedly.
Do-heon would lead gently enough to make Cheong-yeon’s body languid, but the moment Cheong-yeon let his guard down, he would push roughly and conquer his mouth.
Knock, knock.
“Ah!”
A sudden knock came from outside the room. Cheong-yeon startled and pushed Do-heon away, and fortunately, he released Cheong-yeon willingly.
Soon the door opened, and the employee who had greeted them earlier entered.
“Excuse me. Since there was no specific request, I came to check if there was any inconvenience. Is there anything we can help you with?”
Cheong-yeon nervously touched his lips with his fingertips, glancing at both Do-heon and the employee. His heart pounded at the thought that the employee might have noticed what had been happening.
Though this was a VVIP room and surely wouldn’t have CCTV, Cheong-yeon was on edge, feeling guilty.
Why does he have to be such a good kisser? While blaming Do-heon inwardly, Cheong-yeon smiled at the employee.
“It’s been so long since I visited that I was losing track of time looking at all the new items.”
Offering a plausible excuse, Cheong-yeon pointed to the design he had chosen earlier, the one Do-heon would likely detest.
“Ah, and there’s an outfit I’ve been eyeing, could you check if it’s available in my size…?”
At that moment, Do-heon, who had been sitting silently until now, naturally put his arm around Cheong-yeon’s waist and took the catalog from his hand.
“……”
There was an unspoken pressure that said, “Not that outfit.” Cheong-yeon was about to tell him not to interfere with his choices, but looking at Do-heon’s ink-black pupils, he swallowed the words that had pooled in his throat.
Do-heon’s face, emanating a different atmosphere than usual, strangely touched Cheong-yeon’s heart. The sight of Do-heon wearing the suit Cheong-yeon had picked out for him, with his bangs down, somehow looked a bit cute today, which was even perplexing.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
