As if stirred by the way WooHyun was whispering in Daon’s ear, JaeOn began to grind his teeth and grabbed WooHyun by the collar.
“Are you having fun playing around, you fucking son of a bitch?”
WooHyun raised a brow and scoffed.
“Playing around? Who’s playing around with whom?”
“You really don’t know?”
“I told you already. It’s not a good look when you needlessly interfere.”
JaeOn’s fists trembled as they began to tighten around WooHyun’s shirt, almost to the point of tearing it. Bulging veins formed on the back of his hand and looked like they’d burst at any moment. WooHyun didn’t seem to care and merely frowned.
“What you’re doing right now… It’s unnecessary.”
“You son of a bitch!”
Fireworks went off between their eyes. It was an incredibly tense situation that would only end when blood was drawn.
Daon, who had been standing in her spot like stone, looked back and forth between the two men with trembling eyes. Then she gently grabbed JaeOn’s wrist.
“Wh-Why are you being like this… Let go first, and then let’s talk.”
Her meek voice was like throwing eggs at a boulder. JaeOn looked down at Daon and scoffed in disbelief.
“I had a hunch. I had a hunch that you two…”
Just as his voice began to boom, JaeOn’s cell phone began to ring. He suppressed his rage and lowered his disheveled head. He let go of WooHyun’s collar as if throwing them away and answered the phone. The call was probably from SoYoung because his voice softened a notch.
“Yeah. I’m going now.”
The top button on WooHyun’s shirt was dangling precariously. Because JaeOn had grabbed his collar, his neatly ironed shirt was full of wrinkles. Daon reflexively stretched out her hand and stroked his shirt when a familiar warmth covered her hand. She raised her eyes and saw WooHyun’s smiling lips move.
‘It’s okay.’
Ding, the elevator doors opened. Daon took this chance and pushed JaeOn’s back.
“SoYoung-unnie is waiting. Hurry up and go.”
“Why you little…”
JaeOn spoke in an exaggeratedly ominous voice as he threatened her with his fist. Suddenly, WooHyun covered her head with his arm and pulled her against his chest.
Seeing this, JaeOn looked at them in disbelief. As if to calm his own anger, he looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. He breathed a few more times before he got into the elevator.
“You, see me later.”
He pointed to WooHyun and spit those words out. Until the elevator doors had completely closed, WooHyun and JaeOn continued to glare at each other.
She didn’t know how they’d handled that situation. WooHyun suddenly grabbed Daon’s hand and dragged her to his place. She was now sitting on the sofa, blankly staring into space.
She thought she had just overcome an obstacle, but it turned out that the true obstacle was right behind it all along. Daon was now starting to process what had happened thirty minutes ago.
Just recalling the events made chills run down her spine. If it wasn’t for SoYoung’s call, fists would have flown. Daon sighed and buried herself even deeper into the sofa.
“You’re going to disappear at this rate.”
WooHyun leaned against the wall and gazed at Daon. As soon as he washed up in the bathroom, he came out and began to do something in the kitchen. He must have finished whatever it was he was doing. Daon didn’t pay it any mind and repeated the words JaeOn had spit out at the end of their confrontation.
“He wanted to meet you later. What should we do? What if he starts punching you right away?”
Because JaeOn had grabbed WooHyun by the collar, getting punched wasn’t such a farfetched idea anymore. Daon felt like she heard the crack forming in their friendship.
“I’m good at fighting. I’ve never lost one before.”
That wasn’t exactly a comforting thing to hear right now…
“That’s not the problem. The fact that you two are fighting is the problem.”
“Said like a true teacher.”
“I’ll figure it out on my own, so if Yu JaeOn calls you, don’t answer him. If he comes here, don’t open the door.”
WooHyun raised a brow as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“I can’t tell if you’re worried about me or your brother.”
“Of course I’m worried about both of you.”
Not completely satisfied with her answer, WooHyun narrowed his eyes and glared at her. Daon pretended not to notice and merely fidgeted with the leather of the sofa armrest. WooHyun finally let out a breathy laugh and spoke up.
“Let’s worry about that after we eat some food.”
He approached her and grabbed her by her arms and stood her up. He wrapped his arms around her hips and brought her to the kitchen as he poured kisses along her forehead.
“It looks like you’ve been eating well these days. I wasn’t expecting you to stop eating or drinking, but…”
He was right. When she was going through such a difficult time, she should have lost her appetite like WooHyun, but she had eaten her fill. With the exception of her swollen eyes, her face still looked very healthy.
“Wow. When did you make all this?”
There was a large bowl of braised spicy chicken in the middle of the table. There were also so many side dishes that Daon almost couldn’t count them. Just the sight of the dining table made Daon gulp in anticipation.
“I just put it together. The side dishes were sent from my parents, and your mother… Ah, I should probably call her Mother-in-law now.”
When he said ‘Mother-in-law’ without blinking an eye, Daon was the one who blushed. She covered her red cheeks with her hands, but she couldn't hide her reddened ears or neck. Seeing Daon so embarrassed, WooHyun smirked.
“I’ll cook for you next time.”
Then he ripped off a large piece of chicken and placed it on top of Daon’s rice. He gestured to her with his eyes, urging her to eat. Daon picked up her spoon.
She hadn’t eaten anything yet, so the food kept going into her mouth. WooHyun kept putting more side dishes into her bowl.
“Why did you cry?”
When he asked this question, Daon’s spoon froze in midair as she brought it to her lips.
“...Hm?”
“Did you cry because of me?”
He spoke as if he already knew. Although she had fooled Yu JaeOn plenty of times before, she’d never fooled WooHyun. This was inevitable.
However, her toes clenched at the thought of revealing the way she sobbed by herself, so she looked away.
“If you did, I can see why Yu JaeOn was so angry with me.”
“......”
“It would be odd for a guy to remain calm after seeing his little sister suffer like that.”
“I… never said I was suffering.”
“I don’t think you’d say that if you saw the state of your eyes right now.”
WooHyun gestured to Daon’s eyes with his chopsticks. Daon held up her cellphone and pulled up the front camera. Just as JaeOn said, her eyes looked like they were going to burst.
“I was on a red-eye flight, so I saw the message too late. After I saw it, I raced over here, so I didn’t have the time to send a response. Did you wait long?”
Tears welled up in Daon’s eyes. With her mouth full of rice, she slowly nodded her head.
“I held back from contacting you while I was abroad because I didn’t want to bother you while you were thinking.”
“...You know that was kind of a nasty thing to do, right?”
“It’s you of all people. Don’t you think I can be a bit nasty in front of you sometimes?”
WooHyun leaned closer to Daon and flashed her a soft smile.
“But should I have contacted you anyway?”
With her cheeks full of food like a squirrel, Daon nodded again.
“I see. That was my bad. I’m sorry.”
When WooHyun meekly acknowledged his wrongdoing, Daon’s eyes grew warm. Actually, he hadn’t done anything wrong. She could have been the one to contact him first. If she hadn’t hesitated to accept his heart to begin with, this wouldn’t have happened.
However, the image of WooHyun spending a good time with some other woman abroad still did not leave her mind.
“Wha’ uh’ee uh ‘oo ‘ee?”
Because of the food in her mouth, her pronunciation was barely recognizable. However, WooHyun seemed to understand and grinned.
“What country was I in?”
“Mhmm.”
“If I tell you, what will you give me in return?”
As his eyes crinkled in laughter, Daon didn’t feel annoyed. Instead, she felt like his face was more brilliant than ever. Was this what it meant to be blinded by love? She never enjoyed this side of him before, so it was reasonable to think so.
“Do you want to go on a trip with me?”
Daon’s head burst up. She hurriedly chewed her food and swallowed.
“Yeah. I wanna go, I wanna go, I wanna go! I want to go on a trip!”
The national exams were over, and she didn’t have any high school seniors to tutor. Pushing back the rest of her sessions for a week wouldn’t be a problem. Ending the year on a trip abroad would be perfect. Her heart began to flutter, and she felt like she was floating.
“Where should we go? Where should we go? It’s cold, so should we go to the southeast and play in the water? I heard Christmases in London were amazing, so what about London? Ah, does the flight take too long? It’s probably too difficult to take a trip to Europe in a week, right?”
As she chatted about the places she wanted to go, her bowl became empty. Daon picked up her bowl and walked over to the sink.
“Oppa, where do you want to…!”
Daon asked in an excited voice as she turned around. WooHyun walked up behind Daon and embraced her. He rubbed his lips against her flushed ears and gently licked the shell.
“Where I want to go is…”
Mmm, WooHyun hummed as if he were trying to think of an answer. Then he smirked and gave her an answer.
“Hong Kong?”
He had gone to Hong Kong plenty of times, hadn’t he? Daon was just about to ask when WooHyun pressed his lips against the nape of her neck and began to suck.
Ah! Not that Hong Kong. He meant this Hong Kong…
There was a trail of discarded clothing from the kitchen to the bedroom. Inside the room, the two of them were only in their underwear as they stroked each others’ bare skin. Their lips were constantly searching the other’s.
WooHyun stuck to Daon as if he wanted to catch every breath she sighed. Ever since he’d read her message saying she missed him, his lower half had been swollen and hard. He didn’t even bother with the elevator and ran up the stairs to calm himself down. But Daon would probably never know about this.
When he saw Daon’s slumped shoulders from behind, when he saw her eyes widen when she saw him, and even when JaeOn was shouting as he grabbed his collar, his cock was hard as if it had a mind of its own.
However, the only reason he didn’t jump her as soon as he brought her to his place was because of the remaining trace of his conscience. She’d only be able to endure what he had in store for her after he filled her stomach.
Just like how a pine tree caterpillar needed to eat pine needles, Daon needed to eat rice to be full of energy and vitality. And WooHyun needed to eat Daon thoroughly to breathe comfortably.
WooHyun dragged Daon’s bra strap down from her shoulder with his teeth. With the thin fabric of her underwear between them, he stuck their lower bodies together. He slowly rubbed himself against her, and Daon let out a faint moan as she closed her eyes.
“Ah, hnng…”
He buried his lips against the milky skin of her breast inside the cup of her bra. He hadn’t felt this touch in a while. He was addicted to her soft, tender breasts. He couldn’t focus whenever they were near.
His eyes gleamed as they took in Daon’s naked body. She didn’t know how crazy it made him, and she always looked at him with wide, innocent eyes.
When the bra got in the way of his lips, he pulled it down to her hips. Her breasts bobbed up and down as they were freed. Bewitched by this sight, WooHyun didn’t move and merely stared.
Aching for his touch, Daon begged him to suck her nipples.
“Nng…”
“‘Nng’, what?”
She put her hand on his hand and pulled him towards her chest, but he remained unmovable. Instead, he looked at Daon with indifferent eyes.
“‘Nng’, what? You need to use your words.”
She stuttered as disappointment spread throughout her body. Daon pursed her pouting lips. WooHyun raised a brow and gently squeezed her breast.
“Do you want me to suck it?”
“Aagh!”
As his grip tightened, Daon flinched. He began to slowly rub her perky nipple between his thumb and index finger.
“Where do you want me to suck?”
“Hnnng…”
She couldn’t answer him, so she merely moaned. WooHyun hissed and frowned.
“Why are you being so coy?”
“Hnng… Huurrrry…”
“Do you think being pretty is everything?”
“Stop joking around…”
“Yu Daon. Do you think being pretty is all you need?”
Blushing from embarrassment, Daon gasped for breath as she pushed against his shoulders.
“If you’re not going to do it, then leave me alone!”
As expected, WooHyun didn’t move a muscle. Instead, he pushed his thigh in between Daon’s legs and pulled them apart. As his sturdy thigh rubbed against her entrance, he lowered himself and bit down on her breast.
“We can’t have that. Who’s the one that started this?”
He licked her nipple with his red tongue before he tugged at it with his teeth and sucked. As his greedy noises filled the room, his tongue rolled around her tender flesh, driving Daon crazy.
“You don’t have to tell me. I’m still going to lick every corner of your body. I’m such a good boy, aren’t I?”
He buried his face into her cleavage and carved red traces of himself down her skin. Then he went down on his knees and crawled in between Daon’s legs.
“You’re already wet. What’s all this wetness for, I wonder…”
WooHyun pulled her underwear to the side, and Daon felt the cold air against her tender skin. Daon used all her might to close her legs.
“N-No… I don’t want that. It’s dirty…”
WooHyun tilted his head as if he didn’t understand. He rubbed his nose against her swollen clitoris. A zing of pleasure immediately ran down to her fingertips and toes.
“Haagh!”
“It’s sweet, so what do you mean by ‘dirty’? I don’t understand.”
Daon placed her hands on WooHyun’s shoulders and drew in a shaky breath. He teased her with his tongue, just as he had done to her breasts. She thought he was good with his cock, but now she realized that his tongue was a cultural heritage of its own.
“Oppa, why…”
Daon asked in a shaky voice mixed in with moans. WooHyun looked up and met her eyes.
“Why is there nothing, hnng, you can’t do…?”
For a moment, WooHyun laughed in disbelief.
“What?”
Should she have kept her mouth shut? Daon looked away and bit her lips.
“I’m not sure if I should thank you for the compliment or what.”
“......”
“But I have a specialty of my own.”
WooHyun spoke in a polite tone as he wrapped his arm around Daon’s shoulder. Daon found herself being picked up and hastily clung onto him. She writhed in shock. Thankfully, he had lowered her onto the bed.
“What… is your specialty?”
“Penetration?”
He was right. They say a master does not blame his tools. However, Na WooHyun was a master with the perfect tool. When it came to him, Daon could not deny it.
Leaning back against a large pillow, Daon was half-lying on the bed. WooHyun knelt next to her feet and straightened up. He stretched towards the bedside table and opened a drawer to pull out a condom.
Suddenly, the tent in his boxers caught Daon’s eye. More accurately, his cock popping out of his boxers caught her eye. Just how big was he that his boxers could not completely contain him?
If it weren’t for her, she and Na WooHyun would not have gotten this far. As she thought about this, his cock bobbed up and down.
“What’s with that look?”
“I’m thinking of giving a reward to this commendable guy over here.”
Daon quickly pulled his boxers down. When his cock popped out, she grabbed its staff and brought her lips down on the head. As soon as her lips touched his skin, WooHyun grimaced and pushed against her forehead.
“Don’t do something unnecessary and just stay still.”
“I’ll only have a taste.”
“Yeah, right. This isn’t a place where you can try a sample.”
Until now, she hadn’t been able to win against his refusals, so she had always backed off. However, she didn’t plan on backing away so easily this time. Daon shook her head and brushed his hand away before pushing his swollen flesh into her mouth.
“Ah…”
Daon looked up at him with shocked eyes. Unless WooHyun was ejaculating, he never moaned during sex. She wondered if she’d misheard and began to squeeze her mouth around him by sucking.
“Ugh… I told you to stop.”
The sounds were definitely hissing out between his clenched teeth. Daon stuck to his thighs and observed WooHyun’s reactions.
She pulled out her tongue and licked and sucked. She continued to watch the unfamiliar reactions with curious eyes.
She pulled his cock into her mouth with much difficulty, and one of her cheeks bulged out. Seeing this, WooHyun suddenly felt the sadistic need to mess her up. The head of his penis that poked against her cheek slid into the deep hole of her throat.
He thought she would push him away, but Daon merely opened her mouth wider and took more of him.
Bone-melting ecstasy washed over his body. He drew in a deep breath and sighed, but his arousal did not lessen.
In the end, unable to endure it any longer, WooHyun pushed her away. He held her up by the hips and brought her up from between his legs.
“Huu, I almost came.”
“Did you like it?”
Daon asked in a shy voice as she blushed. Instead of answering, WooHyun swept her hair back with his hand before squeezing her bottom.
“Where did you learn to do something like this?”
“Do I need to learn it to know how? I already know everything there is to know.”
He continued to squeeze her bottom before pulling them apart to find her entrance. He slipped his cock through her drenched walls until he was completely seated inside.
“Hnng…! You do everything I tell you not to do, but you always stop me from doing what I want.”
“Are you upset?”
Her stimulated walls squeezed around his cock. WooHyun pumped his hips in a shallow thrust. Daon’s body began to shake according to the rhythm of his movements. Her breasts shook, creating the most erotic sight.
“If I didn’t ask you to sleep with me… hnng, ah!”
The approaching climax made his head feel dizzy. In the midst of all this, WooHyun perked his ears so that he wouldn’t miss anything she said.
“You wouldn’t have come to, hnng, like me, Oppa… Haaahng!”
WooHyun’s eyes twisted into a grimace. If they hadn’t had sex, he wouldn’t have come to like her? It was a groundless assumption. Yu Daon still didn’t know him. Not only that, she was completely off when it came to him. Well, he had just come to know about himself recently, so it was understandable.
He was the one who felt like the victim. WooHyun grasped Daon’s hips and pushed even deeper inside.
Daon cried out and writhed. She kept trying to escape, so he picked her up and put her down on top of his legs. Then he drilled even deeper inside and crushed their lower halves closer together.
“Is that what you think?”
“Hnng, nng!”
“Where should I begin? You’re quite the demanding student, aren’t you?”
However, Daon didn’t seem to be in a state where she could listen to what he was saying. Either way, there was plenty of time. They could slowly learn more about each other from now on.
In order to fully focus on the current situation in front of him, WooHyun thrust up with more intensity. Daon cried out and clung onto WooHyun’s neck.
Although the sex was beyond satisfying, whenever Daon clung onto him as if she didn’t have anyone else but him, WooHyun felt like he owned the world. A pleasure greater than that of his climax began to creep up his head.
“If I hadn’t, aahng, I wouldn’t have, haa… liked you, too, Oppa…”
A small smile stretched across WooHyun’s lips.
“Do you like me?”
It wasn’t something that was appropriate to discuss during their frantic lovemaking, but WooHyun liked hearing it.
“Yu Daon, do you like me?”
“Haagh, haa…”
“Do you like me?”
“......”
“I’m asking you if you like me.”
“......”
“Hm? You like me?”
“......”
WooHyun continued to ask her as if he wouldn’t stop until she gave him a satisfying answer. Daon's dazed eyes did not catch the smirk on his lips. Completely worn out from the multiple climaxes she’d already reached, Daon finally threw him a bone.
“Ah, I like you, I like you. Fine, I like you! I like you. That’s why I’m doing this!”
WooHyun finally let out a short groan as he spent himself inside her. Daon slumped over his shoulder.
“Wow… I’m losing my mind…”
“You like me so much that you’re losing your mind?”
For a person who had heard thousands of love confessions, he was very excited to hear her one admission. If he ejaculated every time he received a love confession, there would be a river of semen by now. Daon buried her face against his chest and murmured.
“...Let’s just say that’s it.”
Suddenly, she felt his cock harden again inside her. They’d already gone and come back from Hong Kong, so what was this?
“What…? Wh-Wh-Why are you big again…”
“It’s getting bigger because it’s aroused.”
Shocked, Daon tried to pull away from him.
“I’ve planned this night out, you see. Now that you’ve eaten a lot, let’s do our best, Daon.”
With a sly laugh, WooHyun pressed kisses onto Daon’s forehead and nose. He playfully bit down on her flushed cheek. Daon finally realized why he had fed her such a hearty meal.
The sex that had started first thing in the morning finally came to an end after the sun had set and the sky was growing dark.
Whenever Daon fell into an exhausted sleep, WooHyun would go to the kitchen and bring back some snacks. He’d wave it around so that the smell filled the room. Daon’s nose would start to sniff the delicious aroma and ask him for a bite. WooHyun would then gladly feed her some snacks and give her plenty of water. Afterwards, he would reap his reward by eating her.
After taking a cold shower in the connecting bathroom, WooHyun came out and picked up the used condoms on the floor one by one as he threw them in the trash. Then he took a wet towel and began to diligently clean Daon’s limp body.
His phone began to ring on the dining table. Worried that Daon would wake up, he quickly exited the room and glanced down at the caller ID flashing on the screen.
“Should I pick this up or not?”
Daon told him to ignore JaeOn’s calls because she’d take care of it herself. However, they’d have to bump into each other at some point, so there was no point in avoiding him.
“Yeah, what is it?”
WooHyun brought the phone to his ear and answered as he normally did.
— ……
JaeOn didn’t say anything, but WooHyun could tell he was incredibly angry.
“Where are you?”
— … Come outside.
After saying this, the call ended. WooHyun clicked his tongue and went back inside the bedroom. Worried that she’d catch a cold, he wrapped her naked body in a blanket. After making sure she was still in a deep sleep, WooHyun grabbed a jacket and left the apartment.
As soon as he exited the apartment complex, a cold autumn wind brushed past WooHyun’s face. It didn’t take long to find JaeOn.
A dark figure was standing by the entrance to the smoking area. WooHyun brusquely swept back his still-damp hair and approached him.
As if he noticed WooHyun’s presence, JaeOn’s body stiffened as he leaned against the wall. He spoke up first.
“Do you have a smoke?”
During the beginning of their relationship, JaeOn and SoYoung had fought often regarding his smoking habit. In the end, exhausted with all the fighting, JaeOn quit smoking. WooHyun knew how much willpower was required to quit smoking, so he expected JaeOn to return to his old habits after some time had passed, but his guess ended up being incorrect.
For over five years, JaeOn had fought against the desire to smoke, but seeing how he was looking for a cigarette now, WooHyun could tell that he was very upset. WooHyun passed by JaeOn and entered the smoking area. He could hear JaeOn’s footsteps as he followed behind him.
Pfft, WooHyun began to laugh. He had exactly two cigarettes left. He took one out first and put it between his lips before lighting it. Then he handed the box and the lighter over to JaeOn.
“There’s only one left.”
JaeOn opened the lid and saw that there was only one left. He pulled it out and put it between his lips before lighting it. Hazy smoke flowed out of his mouth as he murmured.
“I don’t feel like thanking you right now.”
WooHyun sucked on the filter of the cigarette as he glanced at JaeOn. He didn’t look like he’d gone to the office today. Ever a conservative guy, he always wore a suit whenever he went to work. However, right now, he was wearing a knitted sweater, cotton pants, and a camel-colored coat. He recalled how Daon had said that SoYoung was waiting as she urged JaeOn to go.
“Looks like you didn’t go to work today.”
JaeOn didn’t answer the question and merely puffed on his cigarette. WooHyun couldn’t believe he wasn’t even responding when he had given him his last cigarette. Just as he was starting to feel disgusted by his behavior, JaeOn spoke up in a gruff voice.
“I’m getting married.”
“I know.”
“Are you coming?”
WooHyun didn’t know why he was asking this, so he frowned. JaeOn, who had been staring out into the distance, finally turned to look at WooHyun.
“Make sure you know how you are going to attend. Are you coming as my friend? Or…”
JaeOn’s voice faded away into a sigh. With only the filter of the cigarette left, WooHyun tapped it before throwing it in the trash.
“You already saw everything. Do I have to say it out loud?”
JaeOn clenched his teeth and murmured a low, ‘Fuck.’
“Since when?”
“Is that really important?”
WooHyun crossed his arms and turned towards JaeOn.
“Why are you so against it?”
JaeOn glared at WooHyun as he ground his finished cigarette. WooHyun ignored him and continued speaking.
“Aren’t I better than a complete stranger?”
“I’d rather take a stranger than a wily guy who goes behind my back.”
“Ah, is that it? Is it because I didn’t tell you ahead of time?”
WooHyun smirked. JaeOn clenched his fists when he heard WooHyun’s sarcastic tone of voice.
He had already noticed the strange change that had occurred between Daon and WooHyun. With each passing situation, he was more sure, but JaeOn convinced himself that he was imagining it and swept it out of his mind.
He trusted that his longtime friend wouldn’t do anything without telling him first. However, that trust had shattered the moment he saw Daon wrapped up in WooHyun’s embrace this morning.
“Let me hit you just once.”
WooHyun shrugged as if he’d been expecting this.
“If you promise me that you’ll mind your own business from now on, I’ll let you.”
“How should I shut that mouth of yours, you son of a bitch.”
He was boiling with rage. He’d always known that WooHyun was a brazen, outspoken guy. He knew that he didn’t share much about himself and was indifferent about everything.
However, he was disgusted by the fact that this bastard never told him he was interested in dating his little sister.
“Hit me.”
Unaware of JaeOn’s twisted thoughts, WooHyun raised his brows and spoke up.
“Do you really think I won’t?”
JaeOn approached him with harsh breaths and pulled back his fist. Smack, WooHyun’s head whipped to the side as a dull blow landed on his cheek.
“You really hit me.”
WooHyun scoffed. He swept his tongue along the inside of his mouth. There must be a cut somewhere because he tasted blood. He spit out the blood and brushed the back of his hand along his mouth. He felt a stinging pain. Under the light of the streetlamp, he glanced at the back of his hand and saw a streak of blood from his burst lip.
However, the one who was startled was JaeOn. He never expected to see blood, and his eyes trembled in shock.