# Chapter 24
Once, idiot No.1 Baek Seonwoo had advised that all the perfumes Cha Haseong used were limited editions, so if one wanted to choose a gift, they should exclude mass-produced items.
He wasn’t a particularly reliable source of information, but occasionally, he would bring useful information worth using.
But at that moment, Cha Haseong ended Yeo Dowoon’s thoughts.
“…I’m sorry.”
Yeo Dowoon, who had been solidifying a plan to have Ko Ijae compile a list of gift perfumes, couldn’t help but ask back, wondering if he had heard correctly.
“Who are you apologizing to?”
Perhaps due to his bewilderment, he almost slipped up unintentionally. Cha Haseong didn’t answer and just stared up at him. After detaching his back from the sofa cushion, he blinked docilely.
“To you, Dowoon-ssi. I’m sorry for being petty.”
Of course, if he were to press for what exactly he was apologizing for, it would naturally feel like an interrogation or inquisition.
Yeo Dowoon, who had never imagined having a conversation with Cha Haseong in this kind of setup and posture, quickly refused.
“Don’t apologize. You don’t need to.”
Cha Haseong’s response followed without delay.
“No. If I made an excuse that won’t work at all, I should apologize first.”
“…I think you had your reasons.”
It was truly incomprehensible why the conversation was flowing in such a manner.
Yeo Dowoon realized that he was essentially explaining away his actions, and momentarily deflated, shaking his hair.
Having lived a life of speaking his mind exactly as he saw it, he was particularly vulnerable to people like Cha Haseong, who concealed their true feelings behind indirect speech.
This type of person tended to have an especially gentle tone and laughed easily.
So if it had been Yeo Dowoon before meeting Cha Haseong, he probably would have fled immediately, unable to bear the feeling of his skin crawling.
But his heart faithfully reacted as it had learned, thumping loudly.
“I just mentioned it because it didn’t seem like a scent you would like. This shampoo is a product we use communally.”
“Aren’t you curious about what I was being petty about?”
Yeo Dowoon, who had been rambling explanations, shut his mouth when Cha Haseong asked a question that hit the mark.
Cha Haseong, who had been waiting patiently until he finished his deliberation, soon straightened his upper body and drew closer to Yeo Dowoon.
His fingers, straight as a pianist’s, spread open the towel that was wrapped around Yeo Dowoon’s neck.
Yeo Dowoon, who had rushed over without even having the presence of mind to dry his hair with a dryer, froze completely as Cha Haseong began to rub his hair.
Once the moisture seemed somewhat gone, Cha Haseong supported Yeo Dowoon’s back, which had shrunk with tension, and pressed his forehead against his. With his eyelids lowered, like lovers often do, he whispered in a sweet voice.
“I was wondering if I really had to kiss lips that had been sucking and licking someone else, all sorts of thoughts crossed my mind.”
“…Excuse me?”
“If you’re bold enough to drop your pants in the hospital without caring who sees, haha. I was concerned about hygiene, wondering if you might have been doing that before guiding with me too.”
Sure enough, he was misunderstanding the situation from that day when he had removed Kwon Jeonghoo’s pants in the hospital room as a romantic scene. Perhaps due to the injustice, Yeo Dowoon’s ears flushed a bright color.
Just as he was hurriedly trying to correct this ridiculous rumor.
“That was just…, mmph!”
Without even a hole to escape through, Cha Haseong firmly embraced Yeo Dowoon’s waist and slowly sucked on his lips, as if asking for permission to kiss.
But when Yeo Dowoon frowned and pushed him away, he changed his approach and swallowed the tender skin that had been catching his eye all along.
“Ah, nnh…!”
A soft tongue rubbed against the cartilage of his ear.
As Yeo Dowoon shook his head endlessly at the sensation that sent shivers down his spine, Cha Haseong lowered his head, patting his back as if to reassure him.
The soft flesh trailing along his nape felt quite spiteful and cruel. Apart from the soreness in his eyes from the distress, it was very confusing how his mind and body were only finding peace.
Chu, after pressing his lips against the skin under his chin, Cha Haseong finally pulled his face away.
“……”
Yeo Dowoon, who was in a daze as if all his energy had been drained, suffered while holding his saliva-wet ear. Through his softened eardrums, Cha Haseong’s voice flowed in.
“You need to open your mouth quickly for us to kiss normally.”
Once again, their noses touched, and breaths, belonging to who knew whom, mingled together.
The face, simply radiant without any unnecessary elements, looked at Yeo Dowoon with curved eyes. A tender voice asked, as if waking his foggy mind.
“Would it be better if I use my finger to open it up for you?”
As a finger touched near his lips and gently traced over them, Yeo Dowoon abruptly raised his neck. His bloodshot eyes examined him carefully, and soon a voice full of anxiety leaked out.
“Are we not done yet?”
“I’ll take that as you wanting me to do it longer.”
“Then I’ll just wash my face again and come back. Taking it all at once…, I’m sorry. It’s still overwhelming for me.”
At those words, Cha Haseong suddenly froze his lips coldly. But not long after, he caressed Yeo Dowoon’s cheek as if soothing a frightened child. He answered in his usual tone.
“Don’t worry, I’ll understand even if it’s not a pretty sight. Many people get aroused just from holding hands.”
Yeo Dowoon, dumbfounded by the unexpected content, slightly opened his mouth, and noticing a finger entering diagonally into his mucous membrane, he twitched his back.
Cha Haseong, as if praising the lips that parted at his touch, said.
“They say that to properly lower Dowoon-ssi’s berserk potential, you’ll eventually have to match bodies.”
“……”
“Since I absolutely can’t do that, let’s test how much we can lower it with just kissing.”
He raised Yeo Dowoon’s chin tightly and curved the corners of his eyes drowsily.
“If you understand, close your eyes now. That’s how I’ll make you feel good.”
The kiss that began like that continued for a long time, tiring Yeo Dowoon.
Trying to process this eerie sensation with a clear mind made his feet tingle repeatedly. Yeo Dowoon received Cha Haseong with swollen lips.
Only after his most intimate places, hidden away, had been thoroughly licked and violated could he barely escape from the spider-web-like grasp.
“Ha……”
Cha Haseong, who had swallowed the sticky saliva, spoke familiarly while looking at Yeo Dowoon, who was melting like someone who had eaten and slept well.
“You look like you enjoyed it.”
At the voice with a faint hint of playfulness, Yeo Dowoon lifted his closed eyelids. Throughout the persistent kisses, he had been curious about Cha Haseong’s expression.
But it was evident that if he faced his unrefined face, his heart would be gouged by wounds he couldn’t handle again, so he had kept his eyes tightly shut.
Beyond his slightly downcast view, Cha Haseong’s elegant nape appeared.
“You worked hard.”
He marked the end of today’s guiding by warmly embracing Yeo Dowoon and patting his shoulder. Yeo Dowoon felt a belated emptiness in that warmth.
I wonder if I’m allowed to put my arms around this person.
Can I say, ‘Guide-nim, you worked hard too,’ and greet him back? After continuously pondering, he eventually gave up making a decision and rubbed his chin.
Because whatever action he took, it seemed like it would all appear servile and shameless.
Nevertheless, Cha Haseong’s embrace was very cozy, so Yeo Dowoon unconsciously started to linger.
Thus, Cha Haseong had no choice but to personally mention the situation to him, who was sticking to his chest with no intention of retreating.
“Giving a hug isn’t difficult, but…”
He was smiling. Why?
“Shouldn’t Dowoon-ssi be heading to training soon?”
“Why are you smiling?”
“……”
Yeo Dowoon, who was completely drained and didn’t have the strength to use his brain, asked sharply. Perhaps because he didn’t wrap his tone, as if putting pressure on him, the atmosphere became strange.
As Yeo Dowoon looked puzzled, Cha Haseong quickly regained his composure and drew a line.
“Go and train hard. But don’t overdo it.”
The touch of his fingertips, arranging Yeo Dowoon’s clothes, was frighteningly the same as before. Soft but cold.
Yeo Dowoon felt bitter, realizing that the high wall he had placed in front of him was still intact.
“Yes, Guide-nim, you worked hard too.”
His footsteps leaving the break room were clumsy and pitiful, like a mouse soaked in rain.
Cha Haseong, who had been standing properly to see him off until Yeo Dowoon closed the door and disappeared, disheveled his own hair in all directions with a thud as the sound echoed in the empty space.
“Haah……”
While thinking that it was a poison that could ruin one’s life if caught wrong, yet annoyingly, it tasted better the more he consumed.
‘I should smile less from now on.’
He murmured quietly, covering the corners of his lips that had curved without his knowledge, and looked out the window.
