By Zephyria ‘Thank you for today. My father is happy,’ Lee-eum wrote, then erased the words. ‘Why are you sending things like that to make things difficult for people?’ He erased it again. ‘Don’t put hearts on my name without permission.’ ‘Ugh, this is a bit…’ He was repeating the process of writing and erasing several times when someone grabbed his shoulder.
“Are you okay?”
Startled, he hid his phone, and Noona examined his face. He had drunk far more than his usual amount of alcohol because the guests at the party kept offering him drinks, and after the guests left and the cleanup was finished, the tension released, and the alcohol hit him all at once.
He was sitting in front of the hotel’s main entrance to sober up and contemplating the message to send to Choi Won-joon, so focused that he didn’t even notice Hyung and Noona approaching.
“Kim Yi-eum, are you drunk? You should have drunk in moderation.”
“It’s because you slipped away like a loach that he got caught and had to drink instead.”
“That’s also a skill. Only a fool drinks everything he’s given. Seriously, when is our Kim Yi-eum going to develop some flexibility?”
The two bickered, and Lee-eum quenched his thirst with the water Noona handed him, then slapped his cheeks to try to wake up.
“Mom and Dad? Did they go up?”
“Yeah. They left right away.”
“Did they like it?”
“Of course. Mom’s smile was practically reaching her ears.”
He had booked a suite so that his parents could feel like newlyweds on this special day, and unlike his indifferent father, his mother was very happy. Today, his father’s biggest concern was that damn sculpture. He liked it so much that he told them never to damage it and repeatedly asked them to make sure it was safely transported to the countryside.
“Tell President Choi thank you when you see him. I was embarrassed at first, but the more I look at it, the more impressive it is.”
Kim Mid-eum, who was listening, snorted.
“Don’t thank him. He did it because he has ulterior motives.”
“Why are you always so cynical?”
“Noona, you’re the strange one. Don’t you know what that guy is like?”
“No, I don’t. And I don’t want to know in detail.”
In the meantime, the twins called Kim Malk-eum. They were in the underground parking lot with their dad and were making a fuss about when she was coming. She hung up the phone and called Kim Mid-eum.
“Take Lee-eum home.”
“Don’t worry and go quickly. I’ll take care of it.”
For some reason, Kim Mid-eum readily agreed and pushed Noona’s back, urging her to leave. As Lee-eum got up to take a taxi, he forcibly grabbed him and sat him down, then made a phone call.
“It’s me. Yeah, okay. Come to the hotel.”
His tone with Hyung-soo was somehow strange. When he asked who it was, he didn’t answer, and a moment later, a car stopped on the roadside in front of the hotel. Lee-eum frowned when he saw the person getting out of the driver’s seat.
“Did Hyung call you?”
Jeong Dae-han straightened his tie and politely greeted Kim Mid-eum. He had come to the party today as a guest, and Lee-eum had been bothered by that the whole time. He could see Hyung’s intentions clearly, so he had resisted going, but he had stubbornly brought a car all the way here.
“Take him home safely. This guy drank a lot today, so I’m worried.”
“Yes, Sunbae.”
“It’s not that bad. I can take a taxi.”
As he tried to escape, Mid-eum pressed Lee-eum’s head down, forcibly shoving him into the car and closing the door. He tried to say something through the open window, but he waved his hand and quickly went back into the hotel.
‘Huh,’ he chuckled in disbelief, and then Jeong Dae-han sat in the driver’s seat. An awkward atmosphere flowed, and it seemed stranger to insist on getting out in this situation, so he gave up. Then, Dae-han looked at his complexion with worried eyes.
“Are you okay? Should I open the window?”
“No, I’m much more sober now. I’m always relying on you…”
“It’s nothing. It must have been tough today, with the higher-ups coming…”
Lee-eum smiled bitterly and fastened his seatbelt. So many people had come, and most of them were police officers, so it felt like an unwanted company dinner rather than his father’s seventieth birthday celebration. Moreover, even the Commissioner General had come, and he had seen him in the entertainment video he had received from Choi Won-joon, so he couldn’t smile comfortably.
Then, he suddenly had a thought. What about his father? Was he really clean? If Choi Won-joon had something on his father too… As his thoughts went that far, his chest felt heavy as if a stone was pressing down on it.
“Thank you for coming today. Oh, did you get a souvenir?”
“Yes. Noona gave me rice cakes earlier. Hyung also gave me some, so I got two.”
Lee-eum knew why Hyung had called him. He must have decided that Jeong Dae-han was better than the disliked Choi Won-joon. About five minutes after the car started, Jeong Dae-han stopped the car on the side of the road.
“Wait a moment.”
He got out of the car and quickly ran into the convenience store. After choosing items and paying, he got back into the car and took out hangover relief drinks and pills from the bag.
“The employee said this is very effective.”
“Thank you…”
After he received it and drank it, he even cleaned up the trash before finally starting the car. He felt hot from the alcohol and loosened a shirt button because he felt stuffy, and Dae-han noticed it like a ghost and lowered the air conditioner temperature. He’s subtly considerate. When their eyes met, Jeong Dae-han’s ears turned red, and he turned his head.
“Sleep if you’re sleepy. I’ll wake you up when we arrive.”
He was tired, but strangely, he couldn’t fall asleep. His eyelids felt heavy, and at some point, the car’s speed slowed down, and the car body shook slightly as it went over speed bumps. Lee-eum opened his eyes, realizing that they had reached near his house, and rubbed his face.
“Um, drop me off in front of the main gate.”
“I’ll go into the parking lot. You’ll have to walk otherwise.”
“I want to sober up while walking.”
Jeong Dae-han nodded with a reluctant expression. Right. Then the car slowly stopped on the roadside in front of the main gate, and Lee-eum unfastened his seatbelt. Perhaps because it was late and there were no crackdowns, several cars were parked on the roadside in front of the complex. Before getting out, Lee-eum thought he should make things clear to Dae-han.
“Dae-han-ah. You know… The day we saw the musical, I actually had something to tell you.”
Jeong Dae-han visibly tensed up, and Lee-eum continued slowly.
“You’re a good friend. That won’t change, and it will be the same in the future.”
“……”
“Um… I don’t think our relationship will ever change from there.”
Jeong Dae-han’s face turned gloomy, and Lee-eum bit his lip. He wasn’t trying to hurt him on purpose, but he knew that dragging it on would be bad for both of them.
“Can’t you wait for me…? I won’t pester you or nag you. I won’t even show it. But, can’t you give me a chance…?”
Lee-eum looked perplexed at Dae-han’s words. Dae-han was affectionate and earnest. He could see that clearly, so he became even more convinced that he shouldn’t accept him any further, but on the other hand, he briefly had the cowardly thought that if he had to meet an Alpha anyway, Jeong Dae-han, who knew his circumstances, would be better than a stranger.
“I’m sorry, Dae-han-ah. I don’t have any intention of,”
Lee-eum stopped speaking. He belatedly realized that the car parked across the street looked familiar. The tint was dark, so he couldn’t see inside, but an ominous feeling began to rise. Lee-eum hurriedly tried to open the door.
“I’ll go. See you later.”
“Huh? Now? Suddenly?”
“Sorry, I’ll contact you.”
As soon as he got out of the car and set foot on the ground, a tall man emerged from the driver’s seat of the car across the street. The man in the black suit walked closer with strides as large as his height. Lee-eum cursed inwardly and hurriedly closed the door. Choi Won-joon, who had come right up to him, put his hands in his pockets and only smiled.
“You’re late?”
Jeong Dae-han, who had discovered Choi Won-joon, also got out of the car and glared at him.
“What is this? Why are you here?”
“Thank you. Prosecutor Jeong. I was worried, but you brought him here yourself.”
Jeong Dae-han’s face contorted at the unexpected polite attitude, and Choi Won-joon narrowed the distance towards Lee-eum.
“You should have told me. I would have gone.”
As he naturally put his arm around him, Choi Won-joon whispered softly as he tried to push him away.
“Just try to push me away. I’ll make sure you see the news tomorrow morning that Jeong Dae-han is dead.”
His voice is chilling. If someone else had said it, it would have sounded like a joke, but when Choi Won-joon said it, it seemed like he really would do it. He shut his mouth and glared at him, and in that state, he nodded to Jeong Dae-han.
“Then go in.”
Jeong Dae-han couldn’t easily intervene, and Lee-eum, worried that he might get on Choi Won-joon’s bad side, only gave a short greeting of ‘see you later’ before turning around. Soon after, he heard the sound of the engine starting, and Jeong Dae-han’s car drove away.
Only then did Lee-eum push Choi Won-joon away and burst out in anger.
“What are you doing? Threatening people like a gangster.”
“Do you want me to show you whether it’s a threat or not?”
“……”
“How would you feel if you met your precious friend as a corpse in the autopsy room?”
Choi Won-joon muttered and walked ahead, and Lee-eum chased after him and grabbed his shoulder firmly. He threatened that if he dared to do that, he wouldn’t let him get away with it, and Choi Won-joon’s gaze slowly scanned Lee-eum from head to toe before returning to his face. His eyes were incredibly fierce yet sticky.
“Darling, your uniform suits you so fucking well.”
“Shut up.”
“If you beg me wearing that today, I’ll forgive everything.”
He swore at him, calling him a crazy bastard, and then turned around. There was no point in fighting anyway, as it would only hurt his mouth. He ignored him and walked towards his house, but Choi Won-joon followed behind him. In front of the elevator, Lee-eum snapped at Won-joon.
“Don’t even dream of coming into my house.”
“Don’t get your hopes up. We’re going to my house. And I’ve been wondering since earlier, why are you so confident when you’re the one who cheated?”
Lee-eum looked incredulous at the word ‘cheated.’ He asked if he was crazy and made a swirling motion with his finger on his head, and he grabbed his hand and tried to put it in his mouth. He recoiled in disgust, and the elevator arrived. As soon as he got in, he pressed the 13th-floor button.
Choi Won-joon also got in, but he didn’t say a word the whole way up. The moment he arrived and swiped his card to enter, Choi Won-joon blocked the closing door with his hand.
“Let go. I’ll really hit you.”
Won-joon lifted his shirt to show his abdomen with gauze attached.
“I’m still a patient.”
He’s only a patient when it’s advantageous for him. As he pulled the door with force, Choi Won-joon stubbornly pushed his way in. Lee-eum, suddenly faced with the intruding Choi Won-joon, pushed him to leave, but he grabbed his cheeks with both hands and brutally devoured his lips.
His body was pushed back by the unexpected kiss, and his thighs came between his legs, pressing against his cock. Lee-eum gasped at the sudden stimulation. His tongue rummaged through his mouth, his legs gave way, and heat rose from his toes.
Whether it was because of the alcohol or because his desires had been building up, this sensation wasn’t entirely unpleasant. As he willingly accepted it, their lips parted, and a smile spread across Won-joon’s face. He traced the Rose of Sharon on Lee-eum’s shoulder with his fingertips, then went down to try to undo his pants buckle. Lee-eum, his face flushed, gasped and grabbed his hand.
“Stop.”
“Police Officer Kim. Should I suck you off?”
“Shut up and get away from me.”
“If you’re going to say that, you shouldn’t have gotten a hard-on.”
“……”
“Answer me. Should I suck you off, or not?”