#48
Gotcha hot, Makin’ all the panties drop
Are we dating, or not?
This nagging question tormented me all weekend. My belief had always been that dating was a precursor to marriage, and intimacy should only be with someone you intend to marry. However, I liked Saheon hyung so much that he became an exception to this rule.
Everything with hyung was good. Everything he did was good. Just being together made me incredibly happy.
But perhaps that was the problem. I had never made an exception to my philosophy before, so I didn’t know how to handle this unprecedented situation.
My desire, which used to be content with just being together, had grown unknowingly frightening.
Being together made me want to hold hands, holding hands made me want to peck, pecking made me want to kiss, having sex made me want to date, and ultimately, though we couldn’t actually date, I wanted to claim him as officially mine.
The saying that human greed is endless and always yearns for more was not wrong. I was doing things I couldn’t have dreamed of before, yet I still wasn’t satisfied.
CHAPTER 05.
Gotcha hot, Makin’ all the panties drop
: Capture that sensual man,
As I entered the bathroom to prepare for school, I sighed deeply looking at my haggard face in the mirror. Habitually pressing on my sunken eye area, I lifted my t-shirt up to my chest.
In contrast to the black shirt, my skin was covered in red and purple marks. With one hand holding up the t-shirt, I caressed the reddened skin that looked like some kind of skin disease.
The areas covered by clothes now had more red parts than white. Feeling like I had lost weight, I rubbed the protruding part of my ribs with my fingertips and lifted my t-shirt a bit more.
Raising the t-shirt until it touched my chin, I could see my collarbone, mottled and with faint traces of blood. I rubbed it lightly and sighed deeply once again.
I knew Saheon hyung didn’t like Choi Hyun-oh, but using the nonsensical reason that I would meet Choi Hyun-oh at school, he left more marks on my body than usual.
Lately, Saheon hyung seemed to have become some kind of sex maniac. To put it crudely, he was like a beast in heat. He looked handsome in his ascetic face and neat uniform, but as soon as he entered the house, he threw off his mask.
I had hypothesized that maybe the uniform was a shackle restraining hyung, but that didn’t seem to be the case either.
“Are you trying to seduce me right now?”
I inhaled sharply as I looked at Saheon hyung reflected in the mirror. I don’t know when he had opened the door, but he was leaning against the doorframe, looking at me.
Still in his angular uniform, holding his captain’s hat in one hand and with his arms crossed askew, his eyes were fixed on my exposed waist. Knowing what was there where his gaze landed, I hurriedly lowered my t-shirt. For the first time in my life, I realized my lower back was curved, but the memories that followed were enough to make me blush.
“No, I’m not…”
I mumbled under his burning gaze that felt like it could scorch me. It seemed Saheon hyung had the power to excite someone just with his eyes. The spot where his eyes had landed throbbed.
Hyung, blocking the door, exuded an intimidating aura from his height and demeanor. As he threw a blatant glance at my waist area, he asked with a chuckle:
“Ah, I want to put you in my carrier. Want to get in?”
“…It’s too small to fit in there. And if they check the luggage and find a person inside…”
As I grumbled my response, I realized that hyung’s words were a joke and clamped my mouth shut. Hyung’s laughter grew a bit louder. As I looked at him with a sulky face, Saheon hyung called me, still with traces of laughter on his face.
“Come here.”
I heard a low whisper. Though it was a gentle request, I approached hyung carefully as if I had heard an order. Due to the step in the bathroom, hyung, who was already tall, looked even taller.
“Lift your head.”
I lifted my head slightly following Saheon hyung’s instruction. Hyung gestured lightly with his chin as if to say lift it more. I followed hyung’s words exactly.
“Close your eyes.”
“Okay.”
“Open your mouth and say ‘ah’.”
As I closed my eyes and slightly opened my mouth as hyung said, soon something warm touched my lips. A tongue skillfully invaded, gently touching only the pleasant parts.
As sensitive membranes collided, it felt like strange moans would escape. I wanted to grab hyung’s clothes to suppress the nasal-like sound, but fearing I might wrinkle his well-ironed uniform, I kept my hands clasped together against my chest.
Saheon hyung separated his lips with a smacking sound. I, still immersed in the lingering sensation, gathered my hazy eyes. Hyung, heading out to work, smelled of strong cologne.
“I gave you a ‘cho’, now let’s go.”
Hyung ruffled my hair with a mischievous smile. When I was young and couldn’t pronounce properly, I used to say ‘cho’ instead of ‘kiss’, which Chaehun hyung and Saheon hyung used to tease me about until quite recently. I glared at hyung with sharp eyes. Saheon hyung just laughed it off and ran away.
Today, we were leaving earlier than usual. It was because I had agreed to drive Saheon hyung. The plan to drop hyung off at work and then go to school, which seemed to fit the time perfectly, was enough to make me think of words that might require an addiction test.
Having gotten my license after the college entrance exam, I was a good driver for a beginner. I could handle highways well alone and was good at backing up. It was thanks to my father’s Spartan-style teaching, who became a solitary driver whenever he grabbed the wheel.
Still, maybe because it was the first time driving with someone I liked in the passenger seat, my nervous heart wouldn’t calm down as we took the elevator down and walked to the parked car. Somehow my shoulders were trembling, so I had to put my hands in my padded jacket pockets and clench them.
I had the car key ready in advance and pressed the trunk button so hyung could load his carrier. While I fumbled a bit starting the engine after getting into the driver’s seat, hyung closed the trunk with a bang and came to the passenger seat.
As Saheon hyung adjusted his seat back, seemingly a bit uncomfortable, I successfully started the engine and breathed a sigh of relief.
After fastening the seatbelt and gripping the still cold steering wheel, I stepped on the accelerator, suppressing my nervous heart. Fortunately, the car operated well, just like when I usually drove.
Although I had never driven here before, being a natural best driver, I drove skillfully. Suddenly feeling confident, I glanced at Saheon hyung, remembering that men look cool when driving, and casually gripped the steering wheel with one hand.
I was thinking about resting my elbow on the window, but quickly gripped the steering wheel with both hands at the immediate reprimand.
“You should use both hands, Cheongmyeong.”
Saheon hyung said with a smile. Feeling embarrassed, I gripped the steering wheel with both hands again. Saheon hyung, who was fiddling with his angular hat placed on his thigh, spoke up.
“Kwon Chaehun says he wants to visit when he has time.”
“Chaehun hyung?”
I opened my eyes wide as I drove through traffic towards hyung’s company building, which I often saw while commuting. There was one incident that naturally came to mind. Seeing my gloomy face, Saheon hyung quickly added:
“He’ll come alone.”
“…Oh. Really? I see.”
Unable to find anything particular to say, I just responded vaguely. Saheon hyung, looking at my side profile as I drove, added calmly:
“I should tell him not to come.”
“Why?”
“On my day off, I don’t want to see anyone but Cheongmyeong.”
I almost had an accident. There was a big discrepancy between his tone, which sounded as if he was commenting on how nice the weather was, and his choice of words. Saheon hyung grumbled:
“Do I have to see family even on my day off?”
Feeling as if I had swallowed butterflies, I tightly closed my lips. My cheeks, reflected in the rearview mirror, were faintly flushed.
The distance from hyung’s house to the headquarters wasn’t that long to begin with. After driving for about 5 minutes, I could easily arrive in front of the building. Feeling it wasn’t appropriate to enter the parking lot, I first pulled over to the side of the road.
Saheon hyung, who had been complaining about not understanding why Kwon Chaehun wanted to visit on his day off, unfastened his seatbelt. Despite the CCTV with a warning sign about no parking or stopping zone being prominently displayed, hyung leaned against the window, staring at me.
Under his seemingly indifferent yet blatant gaze, my Adam’s apple moved noticeably. Finally, I spoke up.
“…Aren’t you going?”
“Should I use the same excuse as last time?”
“Last time…?”
I looked at hyung, who was saying incomprehensible things. Saheon hyung exaggeratedly squinted his eyes. This caused dimples to form on his cheeks. Thinking it looked cute, as if he was throwing a tantrum, I couldn’t help but find it adorable.
“I floored it saying my mother had collapsed.”
However, it was still incomprehensible. As I stared blankly at him, Saheon hyung slightly raised the corner of his mouth, barely noticeable. Clicking his tongue as if displeased, Saheon hyung suddenly leaned in.
The scent of his skin-scented cologne brushed my nose. After quickly pressing his lips firmly against mine, hyung tilted his head slightly downward and bit my nape hard. I let out a weak scream and shuddered at the stinging pain.
Leaning his body towards the driver’s seat, hyung placed his hand on the remaining space of the seat and put his weight on me. Looking up at me from below with his eyes, he whispered in a husky voice:
“I can’t stand being anxious while I’m away on the flight.”
Just listening to what hyung was saying, it seemed like he was keeping tabs on a lover. I had to try not to add my own interpretation to the rising hope, sighing deeply once again. I pointed out the facts as calmly as possible.
“…You’re coming back tonight, aren’t you?”
Hyung, who was at such a close distance that I could feel the temperature of his breath, looked at me with a disgruntled face, seemingly dissatisfied about something. Just as I was about to slightly avert my gaze, feeling uncomfortable under his stare, hyung kissed my lips once more and then placed his hand on the car door.
“Right. Hyung’s leaving. As expected of Mung-seon Daewongun.”
Saheon hyung just spouted some strange words, pressed the trunk button himself, and got out of the car. Having missed the timing to say goodbye, I blankly watched as Saheon hyung staggered away, pulling his carrier. The words that came out of me long after were pathetic even to my own ears.
“…Why is he acting like that?”
