One month from now. I’d talked big about how I could release it sooner, but when I actually tried to picture the situation in concrete detail, it made me dizzy, so having that much time to mentally prepare wasn’t a bad thing.
“Got it.”
“Should I tell the guys first?”
“Hmm…”
I was a bit embarrassed about coming out to my high school friends too. But they’d probably be hurt if they found out from the article. I should tell them, right?
“Right before?”
“Yeah.”
Won Dogyeong also agreed readily, seeming to dislike the immediate hassle.
Is there anyone else I need to tell?
I’d already told my family, I’d tell Kim Sekyung, Park Hyeonho, and Nam Seongwoo all at once later, I’d tell my coworkers just about the pregnancy soon, and Myeong Haemin already knows everything…
Oh right, she doesn’t know Kim Minwoo is Won Dogyeong yet, does she?
“Can I invite Haemin over before the article comes out?”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t have to meet her if you don’t want to.”
“No, I’m curious too. You’re close with her.”
I’d talked about Haemin so much to Won Dogyeong that even though they’d never met, she must be familiar to him. Myeong Haemin was probably the same way.
Haemin loved meeting people anyway, so it probably wouldn’t be too awkward, and if it really didn’t work out, we could always break out the alcohol or something.
“Should we get going?”
We packed two ham and cheese toasts from the first floor of the same building and went outside.
The days had gotten longer, so it was still bright as day outside.
Since we were out anyway, we took a light walk around a nearby park before heading in. Just that was enough to soak me in sweat, so as soon as I got home, I had to shower even before eating dinner.
With my body still warm, I sat at the dining table and ate toast with milk. If I’d realized when I was young that all food in the world tasted this good, I might have grown a bit taller.
Even now I was taller than average, but I wasn’t satisfied. Hyung was similar to Won Dogyeong, so it didn’t seem like a genetic problem—I just picked at my food too much and stopped growing.
I want to be as tall as Won Dogyeong too. What a shame.
After eating, I watched dramas in the living room again. I finished the episode I’d been watching halfway through, completed my bedtime preparations, and sat on Won Dogyeong’s bed.
I leaned against the headboard reading a book while Won Dogyeong watched NeTube beside me. Another lunchbox-making video. This one was using mold forms to make a famous cat character, then attaching seaweed to decorate the eyes and nose.
“No character lunchboxes.”
I glanced at the screen and shook my head to drive the point home.
“I’m confident I could do it well though.”
“Then definitely not.”
I laughed a little at his confident tone. He clicked his tongue, put down his phone, and started peeking at the book I was holding.
“Is it interesting?”
“Just so-so.”
“Then why are you reading it?”
“Because I started it.”
Won Dogyeong made a displeased sound—hmm—then snapped my book shut and snatched it from my hands. The flow cut off right in the middle of a scene where the protagonist was deep in thought. My hands suddenly felt empty and I was flustered.
Instead of text before my eyes, a brazen face confidently positioned itself, wedging between my raised legs. He pressed his knee into the back of my knee, pushed his body against mine, reached out his arm and tossed the book onto the nightstand.
“I don’t know what page I was on…”
I muttered helplessly, but Won Dogyeong didn’t even pretend to listen.
“You said it wasn’t interesting anyway.”
“Still, I was reading it… ugh, hey.”
He ground his lower half leisurely against mine and licked my lower lip as if asking me to open. Light kisses—smooch, smooch—touched my face several times.
When I scrunched my eyes a bit because it tickled, Won Dogyeong fluttered his eyelashes right in front of my nose and narrowed his eyes sharply.
“I’d be more interesting though.”
By that measure, maybe…
But the direction of the fun is completely different.
His stiffly erect cock rubbed against me through the fabric. I felt heat rise to my lower abdomen in an instant. I tried to hold back the moan flowing up my throat, failed, and snapped my head to the side.
“…You’re not interesting.”
“Even though my forehead is pretty and my eyebrows are pretty, I’m not interesting? Really?”
Won Dogyeong persistently thrust his face in front of mine. Anyway, whenever he says something, he clings to it to the very end, so I really can’t bring anything up.
How long is he going to milk this one…? He’ll milk it until it’s bone broth, won’t he?
“Don’t…”
“I find you interesting because you’re devastatingly beautiful.”
“That’s over.”
He grabbed and pressed down on the chin of me who’d turned my head away in indignation, and I, glaring at his grinning face, eventually opened my mouth, pretending I couldn’t win.
Won Dogyeong wrapped his arm around my lower back, pressed our lower halves together tightly, and began moving his hips slowly as if thrusting. Hot tongue pushed into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let out panting breaths.
This had been our new routine since that day.
“Haa, there, that’s good…”
“Ugh, here…? Haa.”
I’m talking about the handjob before bed.
There was no penetration, so it was ambiguous to call it sex. But then again, it was also ambiguous whether it wasn’t sex.
I became accustomed to the acts that grew more explicit with each repetition, but even so, Won Dogyeong thoroughly only touched the front as he’d promised that day. There were no passionate caresses that might overheat the mood either.
It was all just light touches traveling over my body and affectionate kisses.
I was even a bit confused whether he kept stopping here out of consideration for me, or whether he was determined to tease me and wouldn’t touch my rear no matter what.
“Your pheromones, I love them, haa.”
He buried his nose in my nape, inhaled deeply, and let out a moan. My hands clutching his back tensed with the elation that felt like pleasure would burst out. His t-shirt crumpled messily in my grip.
I bit hard into the skin visible before my eyes. The thickly released pheromones penetrated my skin with a shiver.
“Haa, hey… I’m gonna, come, hng!”
I let out shallow breaths. My cock gushed out sticky fluid and my hips trembled finely. During the time I was panting from the urge to climax, gentle kisses continued. I leaned my cheek against the hot hand cupping my face and quietly closed my eyes.
Just up to here again today…
I didn’t know what Won Dogyeong was thinking, but I was finding it hard to keep just playing around with the front.
If this was on purpose, he really might have trained somewhere.
From how he touched me first, he seemed to be heating up just as much as me, but he was enduring it with the single-minded determination to tease me?
Do I have to say, “Hey, stop and put it in!” for you to put it in?
It’s not that I dislike right now, but I kept feeling like we were stopping in the middle of something, which was frustrating. Rather than my frustration being resolved, crossing one line actually made me more on edge.
Do I really have to be the one to say let’s do it?
I haven’t even answered whether I like you or not yet, but I have to say, “Hey, put it in!”…? Is that right?
I closed my eyes drowsily after washing up. I swallowed a sigh at the touch patting my back while holding me.
***
I came out to the people in my department about the pregnancy. The reaction was similar to when I told the team leader. First they were shocked, second they looked at me pitifully. I was grateful they seemed to be trying not to show it.
Considering the chaos that would happen when they found out the partner was Won Dogyeong, now actually seemed better.
Being seen as a somewhat pitiable person is better for working at the company. Better than having a coworker who’s having a baby with someone on TV, yeah.
And during lunch break, I called out Myeong Haemin. Today’s to-do list was packed.
“Want to come over to my place soon?”
“Your place where Kim Minwoo is?”
What an unnecessarily long modifier. Do you have to say it like that?
“Yeah. I thought maybe we could have a meal together.”
“Together? With Kim Minwoo? The three of us?”
Haemin jumped up and down grinning. See, I knew she’d like this.
“Finally, I get to see Kim Minwoo. The Kim Minwoo that Yeo Jeongwon would die before showing me a picture of!”
That’s right. Since Myeong Haemin had heard so much about him, she was curious about Kim Minwoo’s face and would occasionally hint at wanting to see a photo, but I’d always dodged it every time. With ridiculous excuses like it had been too long since we’d taken a photo together so I didn’t have anything worth showing.
Haemin was someone who knew how to read others’ moods, so when I indirectly refused like that, she thankfully didn’t whine any further.
So even now, the only Kim Minwoo that Myeong Haemin knew was the figure she’d seen in the lobby that time, wearing a mask with a cap pulled low.
“What does Kim Minwoo like? I’ll buy something.”
“You don’t have to buy anything. And there’s one more thing I haven’t told you…”
The eyes sparkling with interest were burdensome.
“Kim Minwoo isn’t actually Kim Minwoo.”
“What kind of bullshit is that?”
“I-It’s Won Dogyeong.”
I carefully watched her expression, but Haemin just stared at me silently without any particular reaction. Then she raised one corner of her lip crookedly.
What kind of expression is that…?
“You mean he looks like him?”
She asked that, then snorted and openly mocked me.
“You must really like him. I thought he’d be your clean-cut type… but that’s going too far, dude.”
“No.”
“Wow, I’ve never seen you like this. Is this what love is?”
It was an admiring tone, but the undercurrent was sarcastic. If I’d really been someone shyly confessing that my boyfriend resembled Won Dogyeong, it was sharp enough that my heart might have been torn to shreds with tears streaming down.
I take back what I said about her knowing how to read others’ moods. She was brutal when squeezing the juice out.
“It’s not that he looks like him, it’s really Won Dogyeong…”
I muttered timidly while looking at her grinning face.
“So what are you even saying? That it’s not that he resembles him, but Kim Minwoo is actually Won Dogyeong?”
