Chapter 11.11
“… Mr. Yeon.”
“Mhm.”
“Take responsibility.”
“Yeah.”
“Take responsibility somehow.”
“Okay.”
Not all of my anxiety was quelled. There was still a lot to solve. There, there was still a lot left.
But for now, I wanted to kiss Yeon Woojeong right away. I wanted to connect with him. I wanted to be one with him, and I wanted to be all of him.
I hugged Yeon Woojeong and kissed him. I had no idea whether it was my tongue or his that was hot. My whole body burned. It felt like crumbling under my feet, but as I touched his body everywhere, it felt like I stood up again.
Yeon Woojeong also hugged me back. The entity in my arms was enormous. He was massive and more vivid than anything else.
What was transmitted through the tip of the tongues was more of a relief than lust. Something swirled through me, and I couldn’t tell whether it was joy, confusion, elation, or anxiety. He gradually stepped back. We fell on the bed at the same time. Our bodies bounced lightly and interlocked.
Yeon Woojeong’s hands slid over my cheeks, my ears, down to the nape of my neck. Our lips fell apart as I leaned my head because I wanted to feel his touch more. Yeon Woojeong’s lips chased mine. He sucked my lips briefly and lightly.
My hands slid down and unbuttoned his shirt. I put my hands inside his shirt and touched his body. I liked the feeling of his soft skin and his sturdy body.
Yeon Woojeong’s hands also slipped under my T-shirt. We took off our clothes one by one. Leaving only underwear, we touched each other’s bare bodies. There was a response from down there, but I ignored it and rested my head on Yeon Woojeong’s chest. I stuck close my ear, and I pressed down my fingers. I felt his pulse.
He stroked my hair and touched my eye. The once-wet cheeks were already dried.
“Mr. Yeon.”
“Mhm.”
“Are you not angry anymore?”
“I wasn’t angry.”
I looked up. Yeon Woojeong kept rubbing my eye. I suddenly felt embarrassed for crying in front of him, so I grabbed his fingers.
“Lie.”
He didn’t refute me and stared at me intently. His gaze swept over my eyes, nose, and lips. Yeon Woojeong pulled out his hand and put it on my cheek.
“It occurred to me that it could have been you, lying there on the sofa in that room.”
On the sofa in that room. The man I thought was sleeping, but he turned out to be dead. I was so overwhelmed by the situation that I didn’t even think about what happened to that person. Yeon Woojeong creased his forehead briefly.
“I did not know, and had no time to do anything…”
The palm on my cheek slid over to my ear. I felt the pressure from that hand.
“Do you know how horrifying it was?”
When I flinched at the tug on my earlobe, he stopped and caressed me softly. Meanwhile, I stared at Yeon Woojeong without even blinking my eyes.
I recalled Yeon Woojeong’s words that he doesn’t care even if I killed that person. The fact that what he felt at that moment wasn’t a disappointment, and that he didn’t attack me with any criticism.
It was terrifying.
I liked it so much that it was terrifying.
“Jiho, you just need to protect yourself.”
Yeon Woojeong flashed a fierce smile while whispering so affectionately.
I burrowed into Yeon Woojeong’s arms. His body was warm, and it also warmed me. I liked that Yeon Woojeong was warm. It would be unlikely for the heating of this house to not work, but I thought it would be okay to just hold his body in the middle of winter.
I rested my head on his chest again, and he caressed my hair. I liked the ticklish touch between the strands of my hair. I once again felt that I had to cut my hair as he touched it.
“Our relationship is unbalanced. I know it well. More than anyone else.”
Yeon Woojeong spoke in a low voice. I could tell who he was thinking of. I looked up and made eye contact with Yeon Woojeong.
“So even if it’s hard, tell me. I’m the only one who can understand you.”
He said that very heavy and important statement so confidently. The way he didn’t hesitate or reluctance made me not doubt him at all.
We are the way we are. We are us.
“And that case will end safely. You don’t need to worry anymore. Ah. Han Juhyeok stated you didn’t know.”
“Han Juhyeok?”
“Yeah.”
I thought about Han Juhyeok who asked if I didn’t know. Why did he give such a statement? I felt strange. I blankly blinked my eyes and then asked.
“What will happen to him?”
“He has to get investigated more. He’s well acquainted with the supplier, the boss.”
I realized yet again that I could get released this easily because I had Yeon Woojeong. It wasn’t just a matter of knowing the situation or being deeply involved in it; it was because I had someone to defend me and represent me. If I hadn’t met him, I might have been in the same place as Han Juhyeok.
Thinking about it made me suddenly realize something I put off. As I opened my mouth, he touched my lower lip as if telling me to quickly say it.
“Today… I was supposed to give the money to that person.”
“About your father, may I meet him?”
I shook my head. I awfully hated the idea of Yeon Woojeong meeting that person. He crinkled one of his eyes.
“Actually, I’ve already met him.”
“What?”
“Don’t worry. I didn’t give him money, and nothing you worried about happened.”
My chest beat wildly. I grabbed the watch on my wrist out of habit.
What did they talk about? How did the man respond? I couldn’t picture the two people meeting. I wanted to ask, but my head was spinning, so I couldn’t easily open my mouth.
“I’m going to file for a restraining order to keep your father away from you.”
“What is that?”
“Getting him criminally punished if he approaches you.”
“Is that possible?”
“Yeah.”
I roughly knew that such a thing existed, but I didn’t know it was really possible. I mean, I didn’t think I was capable of applying for something like that, and I thought I’d be laughed at if I did it.
I felt weird. I felt sad and overwhelmed at the same time.
“I’m thinking of a lot of things… And once I get them sorted out, I’ll tell you slowly.”
“…”
“You didn’t sleep properly, did you?”
Yeon Woojeong looked into my eyes. Who did he think it was because of? I blinked, swallowing back a grumble, and he cradled my head.
“Sleep now. Sleep tight, and let’s talk tomorrow morning at breakfast. I’ll take the morning off.”
My eyelids surprisingly turned heavy at his words. There were still a lot of things I wanted to say and hear… It felt like everything would be okay if he was by my side tomorrow morning.