In the rough wind, Taehee’s bangs fluttered.
Minho wanted to smash that bastard senior’s face right away, but
he forced himself to hold back, taking a breath of fresh air.
There was no choice but to blame the booze for Taehee, who couldn’t handle alcohol.
Not jealousy, not pity, but
some strange feeling had gripped him, butthere was nothing he could do, so he could only curse the drink.
He slowly unclenched his tightly clenched fist.
He wondered if Taehee had heard everything they’d talked about,
and if so, whether she’d been badly hurt.
Worry was all he could think about.“Thank you, take care on your way home.”
As soon as he got out of the taxi, he slung Taehee over his shoulder.
Taehee, limp and powerless,
was supported as she
barely managed to take a step.“I told you to drink in moderation, tsk.”
As soon as they got home, he laid Taehee down and
rolled his stiff shoulders from side to side.
Wiping the sweat beading on his forehead, he headed to the kitchen.
After gulping down some cold water and going back to the bedroom,
he saw Taehee lying there, completely limp and not moving at all,
and fell into a dilemma about what to do.
He thought about just putting the kid, already in a jacket, to bed as is and leaving, but
he quickly shook his head and changed his mind.
“Hey, wake up.”
He tried gently shaking her shoulder, but
she only shifted around and let out a small groan.
He reached out to take off the cardigan she was wearing over the short-sleeved T-shirt.
“You’re wearing something bigger than your own body,” he muttered.
As he folded the cardigan he’d taken off and set it on the chair,
another hurdle was waiting for Minho.
He hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind and tried to take off the T-shirt.
When the shirt pinned under her back wouldn’t come off,
he rolled her around this way and that until he finally got it off.
Under the T-shirt, she was wearing only underwear.
He slapped his reddened cheeks a few times, then
carefully arranged the T-shirt
on top of the cardigan he’d folded earlier.
Meanwhile, Taehee
twisted around in discomfort as her body kept turning over and over,
and opened her eyes.
Looking down at the faintly visible broad back of Minho,she saw a body in only underwear.
Without even time to think,
she dropped her heavy head back onto the pillow.
Minho approached Taehee to take off the remaining clothes,
and froze for a moment.
A slender arm was wrapped around Minho’s neck,
and Taehee’s half-lidded eyes were looking at him.
At a distance close enough for their breaths to touch,
the thick smell of alcohol stabbed at his nose.
He tried to come to his senses, blinking hard,
but the arm around his neck only tightened even more.
Their hot breaths met, but
he bit down hard on his lip to bear it and said,
“I think you forgot because I seemed comfortable, but I’m a guy too.”
“I know.”
Soon, their lips met.
The pressed-together lips were warm and soft.
It felt as if the last thread of reason Minho had been barely holding onto snapped,
and he slipped his tongue between her lips.
The room quickly grew humid with their hot breath.
As Minho skillfully undid the buttons on his pants,
his hand soon moved to Taehee’s cheek.
His large hand grabbed at her soft flesh.
The clothes barely hanging on their skin
were thrown to the floor one by one.
Their bodies were hot.
Their flushed faces faced each other.
“You won’t regret it?”
At that gaze, as he panted and looked down at me naked,
I nodded without hesitation.
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