#73
While grumbling, I diligently moistened my dry lips to find something to say back. If I had my way, I’d want to yell that we should just take care of ourselves individually, but I prefer it when Han Jinheon touches me over doing it myself. It had become a habit, so I didn’t want to be stubborn and tell him not to touch me.
In that case.
“Give me a chance. I can make you c*m…”
“Well. I’m not convinced.”
“Honestly, me neither…”
When I agreed so listlessly, Han Jinheon let out a short laugh and buried his face in the nape of my neck. I endured the ticklish sensation of his breath that almost made me squirm and wracked my brain.
I really have no confidence in doing it with my hands, so I want to avoid it, but I still want to act proud. If I boast that I'm good at it and then fail to make him c*m, I’ll be disappointed, and I think Han Jinheon will be disappointed in me too.
In that case, I should just bring up something unrealistic and pretend I'm good at it. Yes, I'll avoid a practical test by making him just understand and imagine it.
“Hyung. For someone like me, it’s the butt, not the hands. There’s nothing this hand is good at. You know I have no dexterity.”
“You’re not that bad.”
“I am. I think I am. But even from my perspective, my butt is gifted. You might not know because you've been taking care of it... but I'm really good at making someone c*m from behind."
“Ah. Is that so?”
“Uh-huh. And I'm good at sucking. no, I mean, I might seem good at sucking, but I'm not. I just, I just bite well. Think of it that way. You wouldn't know, hyung. You'll never know."
“…”
“Anyway… Just know that I’m not neglecting you.”
In retrospect, I should have stopped after saying my butt was better than my hands. Even though I knew better, I couldn't withstand the gaze I felt from behind and couldn't end my words at the right time, dragging them on and on until my mind went completely blank, and I ended up just chanting to Han Jinheon like a prayer that he would never be able to know.
If I had been alone, I probably would have banged my head against a wall. What on earth was I talking about, sucking and biting. For a virgin with zero experience, I sure talk a good game.
“If you had said one more word, I would have bitten your lips.”
Han Jinheon rested his chin on my shoulder again and tilted his head. The gaze I felt from the side was languid yet sharp, making my heart pound. I busily stole glances at him and secretly swallowed my dry saliva.
Should I tell him it was all a lie right now? Just say it was a slip of the tongue.
“You have a way of getting on my nerves and then slipping away. I don’t like it, so what should I do? Should I strip you right here?”
“Sorry. I’ll move to your side now.”
“Before that. I didn’t give you a heads-up because I was listening to your boasts about something I’ll never know, so bear with me.”
Han Jinheon pressed down on my chest, which had been sitting up straight, and made me lean into his embrace. Then, with his right hand, he grabbed my chin, tilted it back, and pressed his lips against mine.
It was a smooth process without any hesitation, as if he had completed a simulation. Despite him saying he wanted to kiss, I was caught off guard and could only be helplessly overtaken.
“Hngh…”
Maybe I should admit it as a sexual preference. That I like it when this man is rough. The act of forcing me to kiss him was inexplicably thrilling.
The ambiguous part is whether I like this because it’s someone I like, or if I like rough acts in general. Not that it matters right now.
“Hyung. Hyuuung…”
The more we kissed with little pecking sounds, the more the sweetness was fulfilled. Like someone begging for more, I even twisted my body to make it easier to rub our lips together. I became more proactive, wrapping my arms around his neck.
However, this was not home, but outside. Startled by a knock that broke the mood, I immediately pulled my lips away. I was so surprised that I couldn't breathe properly.
“…”
“…”
In that quiet moment, as we only looked at each other, our heartbeats were incredibly dynamic. It went from fluttering and thrilling to now wildly pounding.
“I guess I’m not in a position to tell you to conduct yourself well. If I’m the one losing my composure first…”
Is it you intentionally shaking me, or am I being thoughtlessly shaken?
He wiped my lips, glistening with saliva, with his thumb and spoke self-deprecatingly, then he glanced at the spot next to him. He meant for me to sit beside him.
Another knock sounded, a consideration for us who might not have heard the first one. In time with that, I escaped his embrace.
Soon, the employee came back in and checked if it was okay to proceed. Han Jinheon nodded with an indifferent face. I picked up a cushion and half-buried my face in it, my eyes darting around awkwardly.
What a shame. A real shame.
Hiding behind the cushion, I secretly caressed the lips that had been deeply intertwined just moments ago and stole a glance at Han Jinheon.
I might be thinking what I want to think, but our conversation and our actions… Weren’t we pretty much like lovers?
“Hehe…”
I completely buried my face in the cushion to hide the sly laugh that was spreading across my face.
***
What I got from the shopping just now was a small crossbody bag that could be worn conveniently and a pair of comfortable sneakers.
I thought that being a luxury brand meant comfort would be thrown out the window, but I guess expensive things are worth their price. And they had to be. When I saw the bill at checkout, the shoes alone were charged in the millions [of won], and my heart shriveled to the size of a bean.
Originally, I wasn't going to buy anything because I didn't need it. However, for the shopping-obsessed Han Sol to buy nothing would have raised suspicion not only from Han Jinheon but also from the staff, so I had no choice but to pick something.
It’s just an excuse, really. I couldn't ignore my own greed. I wanted a present, with Han Jinheon acting as my Santa Claus. Though I never dreamed the price would be that high.
It was when we were taking the same elevator down that we had taken up.
“Can I get you a present too?”
I asked him casually as I observed the scenery outside through the transparent window.
“What present? For whom?”
“For you, hyung.”
Seeing his gaze wasn't negative, I pulled the corners of my mouth up as wide as I could. You bought me things, hyung. So I want to buy you something too. I tried to appeal to him with a bright smile.
Even if you point your finger and call me shameless, or curse at me for having no morals, there is one thing I can say with confidence. I have a bit of a conscience.
The fact that I was eating well, sleeping warmly, and living safely now was all thanks to Han Jinheon.
When I went to Jeju Island instead of the U.S. to escape my fated death, if he hadn't come to pick me up, I probably would have gone to my parents house and been tormented by Chairman Han or Lee Geumyeong.
I might have faced the worst or second-worst outcome, whether it was being shipped back to the U.S. to meet my death or being sold off to someone through a forced blind date I didn't want.
But Han Jinheon, treating me like an ugly duckling, came to pick me up himself and suggested another way, manifesting as an Omega. Furthermore, he said he would take responsibility for me.
He even said he would give me a building as compensation. In truth, aside from the fear of manifestation, it was a deal where I couldn't possibly be at a disadvantage.
I already have feelings for this Alpha. The fact that he allowed me to like someone for the first time. Even if it ends in despair, that alone was something to be sufficiently grateful for.
Anyway, one way or another, I'm grateful to him. It was the same for others besides Han Jinheon. I mentioned him as a prime example, but I intended to get gifts for others as well.
Song Hyeon-oh. Jeong Seongwoo. Kim Yujin. These three were a given. My parents… let’s skip them.
“You can give me a little time, or… it would be nice if you came with me. Let’s just go together, that sounds better!”
Perhaps this was a chance to have the enjoyable shopping trip I had hoped for.
It might be anticlimactic to buy a gift while dragging the recipient around, but didn't Han Jinheon let me choose my own gift? I want to let him choose too. I do have some ideas about what kind of gift I want to get.
For example, gloves that would warmly wrap around those sleek fingers. That’s sexy.
A neat belt would be good too. A wallet isn't bad either, though it seems expensive. If we're going for expensive, how about a coat? Or should I get him a fountain pen to use at work? A gift related to his trait would also be useful. Like nutritional supplements or scent neutralizers.
The more I think, the more things I want to gift him. Just making a list felt gratifying, but Han Jinheon heartlessly refused.
“It’s fine. At my age, I don’t expect presents from you.”
“What’s with the sudden talk about age? What does age have to do with presents?”
If you want to receive it, you receive it. Ah, he said it before.
“What did you say to me before? That you were only thirty-five! That it was okay not to act your age yet!”
“Did I say that? Age aside, there’s no present I should receive from you. There's no reason or need for it.”
“Ugh, hyung, you always talk like that. Even when I want to do something with good intentions, it’s a bit…”
“If you really want to give me a present, just manifest healthily. That's a gift to hyung.”
“Wow…”
My chest tingled. He’s truly a person who masterfully pulls off being indifferent and affectionate at the same time. Never deviating from his keyword settings.
“And where would you get the money?”
“I have money. You know I do.”
“Save it when you have it. Are you going to spend it all recklessly and then go on blind dates again to get money when you run out?”
The sharp point hit home. I tucked my lips in and just scraped the floor with the toe of my shoe. I mean, did I know I would get ten million won?
Anyway, he shatters the touching moment he himself created. At this point, he’s not just indifferent, he’s cold.
“Still!”
I grabbed Han Jinheon's sleeve firmly. I couldn't give up after coming this far.
“Hyung-nim. Please give me a chance to give you a present too. I want to feel the joy of giving, too.”
Perhaps thinking I was being unusually disobedient, the man, who had looked displeased, immediately softened his expression, his lips twitching. He really likes it when I use this polite tone of voice.
“Alright. But I'd like to set one condition.”
“A condition?”
“Let’s at least wear a mask.”
Han Jinheon turned his body, saying he would go get them. I hastily grabbed onto his sleeve, which was about to slip from my hand.
“You don’t have to go. I have one.”
Thinking it might be a bit stuffy inside the department store, I hadn't brought a long padded coat or a muffler.
However, not bringing a mask either left a corner of my mind feeling uneasy, so I had tucked one into my pocket.
I originally intended to put it on as we entered, but I forgot after meeting the employee, Joo Miyoung, and being guided by her.
We were led through a private path, so there was no chance of running into people, and Han Jinheon didn't tell me to wear it either.
Anyway, I took the crumpled mask out of my pocket and covered my face securely. Then, I crinkled my eyes and shook his sleeve, urging him to go quickly. I’m already excited. What should I buy for this man?
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