After trying to blame himself for being crazy, he also shifted responsibility to Seunggeon. A guy with a weapon wrung him out with tireless stamina. If he wasn’t in bad shape, that would be strange.
Still, the sex itself was good. Just recalling the memory seemed to make the inside of his body tingle.
Chaehun, who let out a long sigh at the troublesome afterglow, slowly looked around the bedroom interior. Last night he was out of his mind, so there was nothing memorable except the large bed.
In fact, there wasn’t much to see either. An abstract painting frame hanging on the wall, blackout curtains, and a large fluffy rug were all. This place was as empty as the living room.
Everything visible seemed expensive, but it didn’t look like a place where people lived.
“You say you’re rich. Live with some decoration.”
Chaehun, who muttered toward Seunggeon who wasn’t here, pressed his tired eyes with his hand for a moment. His mood was strange. He felt a bit empty and strangely sighed.
In fact, there were still many things he wanted to ask Seunggeon.
Why didn’t you contact me then?
Why did you suddenly ask to have sex?
To pass over without questioning the reason, saying it was all in the past or that they became adults, left lingering attachment. He was curious. He wanted to understand. However, there was no Seunggeon to answer.
“What’s pride worth.”
Chaehun reproached himself. Before asking if he was rich, he should have asked first. He missed the opportunity while expecting him to tell him first without being asked.
Perhaps, as time passed, once more, if they happened to meet, he might be able to ask.
He hoped it would be so.
Chaehun, who swallowed a sigh, got up from his seat. He shook off all lingering attachments without leaving even a little behind.
