"H- hyung, you look tired, so I won't stay long... I'll just be a bother for about ten minutes...."
I'm so happy. To think I'd live to see the day I sit on Han Jinheon's lap.
I carefully placed my bottom on his thigh and glanced at Han Jinheon. With an impassive face, he watched my actions and then leaned back comfortably against the backrest.
Maybe because he's a big guy, it's firm but not painful. I couldn't expect the comfort of a cushion, but it also felt somewhat comfortable to sit on. Could it be that my butt is plump?
Anyway, he told me to sit, so I sat, but.
"Should I just stay like this...? Isn't it uncomfortable for you?"
"Of course, it's uncomfortable if you just stay like that. I didn't think you'd actually sit."
"Huh?"
"I said I didn't think you'd actually sit on my lap."
He was teasing me, saying he just said it, but since I sat without hesitation, he wondered how many times I must have done it before.
Unable to overcome the unbearable embarrassment, my face quickly grew hot. It's ridiculous. Why was he so serious about something he just said for fun? There was no time to glare at the mischievous alpha. I hastily tried to get up, but he wrapped his hand around my thin waist.
Just like that, my butt, which had been momentarily lifted from his thigh, flopped back down. He then pulled my body towards him, pressing my back firmly against his flat chest.
"I said I didn't think you would, not that I didn't want you to."
"......"
"And it's more comfortable to sit like this."
For a voice that was supposed to be soothing me, his excessive chuckling was annoying. Just as I was about to nitpick and say that a gentleman who looks so respectable shouldn't laugh so lightly, he rested his chin on my shoulder.
My breath caught at the sight of his handsome face, so close that it was immediately visible if I turned my head slightly. My words caught in my throat, and I chewed on my lips, staring straight ahead. His face resting on my shoulder. Our bodies pressed together. The overall improper sense of distance created tension.
"Phone."
Without him even telling me to take it out, I fumbled in my pocket and pulled it out.
"You took the agreement, so you have to delete the contacts in front of me."
"Ah...."
Every time Han Jinheon moved, I was conscious of the warmth brushing against my back, and every time he spoke, my shoulder, tickled by the tip of his chin, felt itchy.
As nonchalantly as possible, I pressed the contacts app and my eyes widened. This was the first time I was closely examining the contacts saved on this phone. At the surprisingly large number, I let out a gasp without realizing it. "Hah...."
There are so many, yet no one ever contacts me. How pointless, so pointless.
"When am I going to delete all of these? Do I have to delete them one by one?"
At this rate, it wouldn't be bad to just leave them. Han Jinheon, seeing my worry, took my phone and simply dragged to delete them.
Everyone except for Han Jinheon, Chairman Han, Lee Geumyeong, Song Hyeon-oh, Jeong Seongwoo, Kim Yujin, and Park Hyungsoo was gone. The message app was cleared out in the same way. Even though they weren't people I knew, a sense of emptiness washed over me as they were wiped out in an instant.
Han Jinheon then helped me delete my SNS accounts. Even when I tried to coax him into reconsidering for the sake of advertising, his decision was irreversible. Since it has come to this, I will definitely get that building....
Han Jinheon, having finished his business with the phone, set it aside and tightened the arm around my waist. He pulled me deeper into his embrace, willingly offering his wide and cozy chest.
As I gradually melted into his embrace, every time the thought that I should probably get up crossed my mind, I forcefully erased it. Forget it, I didn't want to get up. I wanted to stay intoxicated in this embrace a little longer.
"You're sprawling on me like I'm a chair."
"What can I do if it's comfortable...."
The arms wrapped around me are cozy. The scent that brushes past my nose is subtle and refreshing. I feel like if the scent were a little stronger, it would suit Han Jinheon even more.
"I think I know why you come here every weekend, hyung."
It's so comfortable. Even though I'm not sunbathing, a warm energy circulates, my mind is cleared of stress, and my body becomes languid. Above all, the warmth transmitted from this alpha is the best.
My body, which had been sprawling, tilted back, causing my butt to land not on Han Jinheon's legs but on the recliner sofa's seat. Only my two legs remained on his thighs, and he supported my back with his hand so I wouldn't be uncomfortable.
"I'll just stay like this for a little while and then go.... Just think of it as something you brought upon yourself, hyung.... Even if it's uncomfortable, just bear with it...."
Sometimes, a cramped and uncomfortable position can feel abnormally comfortable. So you become stubborn about not changing your position, and that's exactly how it was now.
He might be uncomfortable with me occupying the seat with him, not just his lap. Knowing that, instead of getting up, I pressed myself tightly against his body. I even leaned my head near his collarbone and closed my eyes.
"Han Sol."
"Yeah...."
"Sol-ah."
At his indifferent yet affectionate voice, I slowly lifted my closed eyelids. The soft, low tone made my heart beat faster.
Han Jinheon usually called me by my full name, including my surname. It was rare for him to drop the surname and just call me 'Sol'. Even if I blatantly asked for it sometimes, he wouldn't do it. But now, he had dropped the surname and called me only by my name. It wasn't something unbelievable, but it didn't feel real, so I just blinked, looking up at him.
"What I gave you a heads-up about yesterday, can I do it now?"
If it's what he hinted at yesterday.
"......!"
Before I could even dwell on yesterday, Han Jinheon's face was inches away. His hand supporting my back gently pushed me towards him, closing the distance for our lips to meet.
Han Jinheon tilted his head. As I reflexively closed my eyes, warm lips pressed against mine.
He pushed a hot, soft piece of flesh through my slightly parted lips and tickled the moist inside. Then, he slickly slid over my awkwardly stiffened tongue, stimulating it, repeatedly pressing and releasing our lips, sucking and biting. It was so intense that something, I couldn't tell whose saliva it was, kept going down my throat.
If I had to compare, yesterday's kiss was rough and made my mind go blank. But today's kiss was sultry and was gradually melting my consciousness. My body, as if all its energy had been drained, kept going limp.
I'm kissing hyung. For siblings' lips to meet, regardless of the circumstances, was not a common occurrence. Yet, I was accepting his lips. It was because of the cunning proposal Han Jinheon made to me yesterday.
In front of Han Jinheon, I don't want to be a younger brother, but a beta. Not Han Sol, but Lee Jiho.
Reaching that conclusion gave me courage. I carefully moved my tongue. While he swept grandly inside my mouth, I was merely floundering small within it.
I didn't want to be told it was boring like yesterday, so my fumbling attempts to match his rhythm must have been pretty decent. Han Jinheon led the kiss on for longer than yesterday.
When our lips finally parted, the first thing to escape was the breath I had been holding. Han Jinheon had breathed naturally even while kissing and was fine, but I was someone who had just had their first kiss yesterday. I was too much of a beginner to even think about breathing.
"Haah...."
Catching my breath, I met Han Jinheon's eyes. The pounding of my heart moved from my chest to my lips and back down to my heart again and again.
But compared to yesterday, today was a bit better....
"I don't know about other things, but you're passive when it comes to kissing."
Contrary to my thoughts, his low evaluation made my lips droop. I knew better than anyone that I couldn't be good at it since it was my first time. But hearing him put it in another way that I was bad at it felt disappointing.
I gathered my courage for this, you know. How much more proactive do I need to be? What kind of amazing kiss are you expecting from me?
"Yesterday, I thought this side of you was unlike you and boring, but I was wrong."
"......"
"It's quite refreshing and cute. But the thought that other bastards got to have fun with this first pisses me off."
Huh?
It's not that he has a compulsion to be faster than others, but his incomprehensible words about not wanting to be late made me narrow my eyes slightly. Me being bad at kissing isn't some form of entertainment, so what the hell does he mean by 'fun'?
Han Jinheon just scowled, but he sought out my dazed lips once more. After a few light pecks, he muttered another curse.
"This is really pissing me off."
Gathering my scattered thoughts, I straightened my upper body. I looked at Han Jinheon, who was clicking his tongue in displeasure, with newly cleared eyes and thought. The thought that other bastards got to have fun with this first pisses him off. Could this be....
"Hyung... are you by any chance jealous?"
Han Jinheon furrowed his brow as if he had heard something utterly absurd. He even let out a snort, as if my words were preposterous.
"There are things to be jealous about. I'm not jealous over something as trivial as this."
"Isn't 'pissed off'... jealousy?"
"It's hard to see it as jealousy. All those bastards out there must have known our brother can't kiss, but I was the only one who didn't know. The thought of that is what's making me furious."
He drew a line, saying that he was just angry about learning a point about Han Sol later than others, but that it wasn't jealousy. His rather firm attitude made me feel embarrassed for even bringing up the word 'jealousy'.
This wasn't something to just brush off with an "Ah, I see!" My willingness to let him wrap up my attempt at a good kiss with the word 'passive' disappeared, and his blatant remark that I was bad at it was quite annoying. You can't tell someone who's bad at something that they're bad at it.
Losing my temper, I struggled to get up from the chair I had squeezed myself into. Wanting to rebel for no reason, I even put my hands on my hips and arched my eyebrows.
"I really wasn't going to say this because it would be embarrassing for you to see, hyung. Do you have any idea how good I am at kissing?"
Let's just go for it. Han Jinheon wouldn't be able to confirm whether the pre-possession Han Sol was good at kissing or not anyway.
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