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Riiirik—
It was already 2 a.m., and the sound of the door lock came through even more sharply in the quiet of the late night. Hana, sitting on the sofa, sprang up as if she had been waiting for this moment.
“Are you… home?”
Hana asked cautiously as she faced Geonwoo stepping inside. True to form, he ignored her question lightly and headed straight to the room. Hana gave a small, knowing nod and forced a smile.
She grabbed her phone, which she had tossed carelessly on the sofa, and followed him into the room.
Click—
When she opened the door, the scent of his cologne mixed with a faint smell of alcohol hit her. Hana furrowed her brows slightly.
“…Did you drink?”
Geonwoo paused for a moment while loosening his tie, unconsciously turning his head. Their eyes met directly.
“Was it for a meeting…?”
Thump thump—
Without a word, he stepped closer and lifted her chin. Their lips were almost touching, and Hana could only exhale.
“Huh…!”
In an instant, he leaned down and covered her lips. Startled, Hana pushed against his shoulders with all her strength.
But Geonwoo lightly held her hands down, deepening the kiss while wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Only then did Hana realize and quickly turn her head.
Geonwoo frowned and looked down at her with a displeased expression.
“What are you doing?”
“…Not tonight.”
“Why?”
“You’ve been drinking…”
She knew that when he drank, he was much rougher than usual. Not wanting to deal with the consequences tomorrow, which wasn’t even a weekend, Hana pushed him away from her chest.
“It’s better if we sleep separately tonight. Good night.”
Avoiding his lingering gaze, Hana turned away without looking back. Just as she reached for the doorknob:
“Prepare the documents.”
Hana’s body turned instinctively at his low voice. She faced him as he watched her, slightly tilted in posture.
“No, it’s not hard. I can do it.”
“…What do you want?”
“Why ask? You know exactly what I want.”
The corner of his mouth lifted, amused.
Hana clenched her fists tighter, trembling. The veins in her hands stood out from how hard she was gripping.
“You said you didn’t want a divorce. Then you must know exactly what to do right now.”
“……”
“If you don’t want it, stop. That’s what I want anyway.”
It was clear he already knew what choice she would make. His face was calm, almost smug.
“…Just this once, today.”
He laughed. Hana’s desperate plea seemed amusing to him, and he smirked as if he had no intention of yielding.
“That’s my choice.”
“……”
“If you don’t like it…”
Hana stepped forward, tiptoed, grabbed the back of his neck, and pressed her lips against his.
Geonwoo didn’t seem bothered that she had cut him off mid-sentence. He let out a small chuckle and returned her kiss, skillfully exploring her mouth. The kiss, soft yet rough, went on for quite some time.
“Haa…”
Their lips parted briefly. Hana exhaled deeply, lowering her head slightly.
But it didn’t last. He leaned down again and kissed her fiercely, ignoring her attempts to push him away.
Hana’s body, drained of strength, was pushed onto the bed. Naturally, Geonwoo mounted her and quickly lifted her top.
Hana, aroused by his hands roaming her waist, reached to remove his shirt, but her fingers fumbled with the buttons.
Watching her struggle, Geonwoo chuckled lowly. Then, as if he had been waiting, he roughly undid her buttons with familiar hands and pulled her close, kissing her again.
Entangled in his arms, their bodies had no room to separate. Only the sounds of their mingled moans filled the room.
The next morning.
Rrrrr—
The familiar alarm blared. Hana opened her eyes with difficulty, still in her bathrobe, lying on the bed.
After finishing her shower with his touch, she must have fallen asleep in the bathrobe he put on her, so this sight was perhaps inevitable.
After every intense moment, he was strangely tender and considerate.
Was it experience that made him so skilled? Or, impossibly, did he feel even a trace of affection for her?
Even if it was just a physical relationship, seeing his gentleness sometimes made her wonder.
Seeing that he wasn’t beside her, Hana realized he had likely gotten up already. She slowly rose, her body stiff, just as:
Click—
The door opened, and Geonwoo appeared, shaking off wet hair, as if he had showered again.
“Hurry up. We’re leaving together.”
He looked completely fine—hard to believe he drank and had been with her repeatedly just hours ago.
“…Yes.”
Hana struggled to rise, her body heavy from the night. She headed to the bathroom.
She slightly loosened her robe, worried it might show, and saw the mirror filled with red marks—traces of him. Hana blinked.
Today’s marks seemed worse than usual. They would take time to fade.
But she didn’t care much. Clothes would cover everything perfectly anyway. He must have thought of that while exploring her body.
Shaking off the thought, Hana, worried about being late for her important morning meeting, tightened her robe and started washing her face.
After washing quickly, Geonwoo was already ready, sitting neatly on the sofa.
Hana hurried, finished her makeup, and changed in the dressing room. Noticing she was ready, he turned off his phone and got up.
“Let’s go.”
Hana grabbed her bag and followed him.
“Good morning, Executive Director!”
As Hana entered the office, his secretary, Miju, quickly stood and greeted her. Hana smiled and nodded.
“You came in early today?”
“Yes. Surprisingly, the alarm didn’t even go off today, and I woke up naturally. I came right away because I knew I’d be late if I dawdled.”
“Did you have breakfast?”
“No. My mom was nagging me about a blind date, so I left without eating. Lately, she’s been on my case about marriage all day…”
Miju looked quickly upset, pouting. Hana patted her shoulder gently.
“I’d go if I found someone good. Why wouldn’t I? I’m really jealous of you, Executive Director.”
“Huh?”
“You always go for lunch together, and he picks you up after work. Your husband is so kind!”
“Oh… really….”
Hana smiled awkwardly, fiddling with her bag strap. She couldn’t bring herself to say what she really felt.
“Nothing special today, right?”
She hadn’t expected her husband to come up, so she quickly changed the topic.
“Ah, yes! Coffee?”
“I was busy and didn’t bring any. Can you get some?”
“Yes, I’ll bring it right away.”
Miju nodded and headed for the pantry. Hana straightened and walked into the office.
As she tidied her desk, Miju’s words came back to her:
“You always go for lunch together, and he picks you up after work. Your husband is so kind!”
Her mind immediately pictured Geonwoo.
After bed, he always carefully held her from behind and kissed her forehead. His tenderness felt almost foreign, making it unforgettable.
She couldn’t tell if it came from affection or just a lingering sense of satisfaction.
Hana sighed and lowered her head.
Buzz—
Her phone vibrated. The sound was loud in the quiet office. Hana grabbed it quickly.
[What do you want for lunch?] — Jeong Geonwoo
Hana hesitated, her hand hovering over the phone.
[I have a lunch appointment today, so don’t come to the office.]
She wasn’t hungry. Even eating with him today would feel uncomfortable, so she refused.
Buzz—
Shortly after sending the message, another alert went off.
Hana glanced at her phone, thinking it was Geonwoo, but her face froze instantly.
[Come upstairs right now.] — Father
