234 – TIO Side Story 11

“This much is fine, but…”

“Still, you must not overexert yourself yet.”

Butler Do took Ji-un from Seo Yi-kyung. He looked affectionately at Ji-un, who was not shy around strangers.

“It’s likely because you obtained him with such difficulty.”

Until now, it had been very difficult for Butler Do to read Han Seung-jae’s thoughts. However, he seemed to vaguely understand this particular matter.

“…?”

Seo Yi-kyung tilted his head. Butler Do gave a faint smile. He told Seo Yi-kyung about what had happened at the hospital.

Seo Yi-kyung’s body had been on the weaker side to begin with. Butler Do vividly remembered the expression on Han Seung-jae’s face as he watched Seo Yi-kyung cry out in pain for nearly nine hours.

Not even Secretary Park dared to speak to him, and as Han Seung-jae’s gaze shifted from moment to moment, Butler Do couldn’t let his guard down for a single second, fearing that something terrible might happen.

Moreover, the only thing Butler Do could do was pray for everything to go safely. Despite not believing in God, he became desperate, and so he prayed.

“Seung-jae did?”

“Yes, he did.”

Han Seung-jae was a man who could obtain anything easily. At least, that was how it looked to Butler Do. Once he gave an order, it was done. No one voiced a disagreement with his decisions.

“It seems Young Master Ji-un is already sleepy.”

Butler Do soothed Ji-un, who was scrunching his eyes. Seo Yi-kyung slowly raised himself and approached Butler Do. Butler Do lowered his arms so that Seo Yi-kyung could see Ji-un more clearly.

Though it hadn’t been a long time, Butler Do had experienced Han Seung-jae up close. He seemed like a man who could have anything and had everything he wanted. But even he seemed to have nothing he could do in that moment. Neither his status nor his abilities were of any use.

The cynical and indifferent Han Seung-jae was a man who found unnecessary waste of time unpleasant. Yet, he had waited nine hours to obtain this.

Han Ji-woon.

And Seo Yi-kyung, who had returned to the hospital room.

* * *

The bluish dawn.

“Mm…”

Seo Yi-kyung, who had been sleeping, tossed and turned. His chest rose slightly. The thick scent of white wood reaching the tip of his nose seemed to fill his lungs.

As Seo Yi-kyung slowly lifted his eyelids, his vision was blurry and unclear, perhaps due to his grogginess. In a sleep-drunk state, he blankly inhaled and exhaled for a moment.

Just as the eyelids of the dazed Seo Yi-kyung were about to close again, the back of his neck twitched. It was because Han Seung-jae’s large palm was touching Seo Yi-kyung’s back.

“…!”

It was a strange habit that had developed since he was discharged from the hospital after giving birth. Whenever he woke up from sleep, he found himself embraced, with his head almost buried in Han Seung-jae’s chest.

“Are you awake?”

Han Seung-jae’s low voice sounded above his head. The movement of Han Seung-jae’s hand, slowly moving along Seo Yi-kyung’s spine, resembled the way Seo Yi-kyung stroked Ji-un. A touch that was cautious and loving, as if touching something far too precious.

“Or not.”

Han Seung-jae’s words were close to a monologue. It was even more so because Seo Yi-kyung had missed the timing to answer.

‘Would it be better to say I’m awake now…?’

Or would it be less embarrassing to push his hips back and escape from the embrace first?

However, Han Seung-jae’s long arm was touching his back, brushing past his side, and it wasn’t easy to fumble and escape as if he hadn’t fully woken up yet. Then again, he didn’t feel like he could fall back asleep while being held in Han Seung-jae’s arms.

In fact, from the moment he became conscious, Seo Yi-kyung’s sleep had vanished in an instant.

‘What should I do.’

Seo Yi-kyung’s bewildered contemplation lasted only a moment. Han Seung-jae’s low voice was heard again.

“Your breathing is getting faster.”

“Ah…”

Seo Yi-kyung stealthily pulled his head back. He felt embarrassed, as if he had been caught enjoying Han Seung-jae’s pheromones.

“I… I think my sleeping habits have become strange.”

Seo Yi-kyung struggled to find an excuse and spoke. This had happened a few times when he was pregnant, but since giving birth, hadn’t it been like this every day? At first, he made the excuse that he didn’t know because he fell into a deep sleep trying to make up for lack of sleep, but if he kept clinging like this, it would be uncomfortable for Han Seung-jae too.

“I’ve kept trying to fix it… why am I like this?”

Even as he questioned his own behavior, bewilderment washed over him. With his head lowered, Seo Yi-kyung [unauthorized copy]wm: unauthorized copy -->clumsily raised his upper body. Then, Han Seung-jae turned his body diagonally and lit the amber lamp on the nightstand. He checked the time, which was past 5, and looked back at Seo Yi-kyung.

Seo Yi-kyung was in a position with his knees half-bent, as if confessing a fault. Han Seung-jae grabbed Seo Yi-kyung’s arm. The wrist, where the wrist bone protruded sharply, looked as if it would crumble if Han Seung-jae applied force.

And hadn’t he failed to control his strength several times, landing Seo Yi-kyung in the hospital? Han Seung-jae curved his fingers to release the tension, loosely wrapping them around the wrist as he pulled Seo Yi-kyung up onto his thigh.

“You can’t fix it.”

Seo Yi-kyung’s upper body tilted forward. Instead of the captured arm, he used his other hand to lean on Han Seung-jae’s shoulder, struggling not to fall.

“…I didn’t hear you clearly.”

Having barely maintained his balance to avoid falling on top of Han Seung-jae, Seo Yi-kyung said so because he hadn’t fully understood the words. Then, Han Seung-jae reached out and tilted Seo Yi-kyung’s chin up.

“That’s my sleeping habit.”

Seo Yi-kyung’s lips parted in bewilderment. Han Seung-jae caressed Seo Yi-kyung’s lower lip with his fingertip, as if Seo Yi-kyung now seemed to have understood clearly.

Han Seung-jae’s fingers were moving softly. The fingertips were tender, but Han Seung-jae’s eyes, reflecting the light, held an unconcealable glint.

“And I don’t feel like changing it.”

Whenever Han Seung-jae returned after finishing work in the study, Seo Yi-kyung was often already asleep. Perhaps due to the physical limit he had reached after giving birth, Seo Yi-kyung didn’t even wake up even when Han Seung-jae looked down at him sleeping with his lips half-Read on Read BL Novels[stolen content]aria-label="Read on Read BL Novels">Read on Read BL Novelsopen. Han Seung-jae slept while embracing Seo Yi-kyung’s sleeping body.

Of course, it wasn’t like that from the beginning. It started when Seo Yi-kyung burrowed into his arms in his sleep. Since the room temperature was set high and warm, it looked as if he were naturally seeking something cold and cool, rubbing his heated body against him to lower his temperature.

However, no unpleasant feeling of wanting to push Seo Yi-kyung’s body away arose. Rather, the feeling of him curling into his embrace like a part of himself was more than strange; it was something Han Seung-jae had never felt before.

After that, Han Seung-jae intentionally turned Seo Yi-kyung and pushed him into his embrace to sleep.

“…!”

Having seated Seo Yi-kyung on his thigh, Han Seung-jae moved the finger that had been caressing the lips downward, licking the opened mucous membrane and inserting the tip of his tongue. His long hand lightly let go of Seo Yi-kyung’s chin, then used the fingertip to lightly trace the Adam’s apple and slide endlessly down the pajamas he was wearing.

While kissing, Han Seung-jae undid the buttons of Seo Yi-kyung’s pajamas one by one. Soon, Seo Yi-kyung’s snow-white shoulders were fully revealed.

“Haa, haa…”

Seo Yi-kyung breathed heavily at the kisses that rushed in without warning. Small beads of sweat had already formed in the hollow of his collarbone. It was true that his body was heating up from Han Seung-jae’s kisses, but it was also because the bedroom was exceptionally hot. In contrast, Han Seung-jae’s hands were incredibly cool. Yet, Seo Yi-kyung felt an impulse to press closer to the area around his chest where the fingertips touched.

Han Seung-jae’s fingertips seemed to stop in one place, then caressed the long scar around Seo Yi-kyung’s chest. A chill passed through the eyes that were glistening with lust. He lifted Seo Yi-kyung’s hips and pressed his lips against the indelible wound, kissing it.

His tongue moved fiercely, incomparable to the touch that had been scanning Seo Yi-kyung’s body until a moment ago.

“Ugh.”

Seo Yi-kyung’s shoulders instinctively shrugged at the vivid sensation of his skin being sucked. He had adapted to some extent since kissing was something they always did. However, they hadn’t slept together since the due date approached and Ji-un was born.

Han Seung-jae had waited for Seo Yi-kyung to recover his strength. But it seemed he couldn’t wait any longer. Han Seung-jae’s long fingertips, which had been gripping the hips fully, reached Seo Yi-kyung’s hole and began to fiddle with it.

The tongue that had greedily licked the wound touched the nipple. At the same time, he blatantly pressed against Seo Yi-kyung’s hole through the thin pajamas.