Chapter 69:
"What'll you do?"
The question posed after mentioning the Sex on the Beach legend.
Essentially, it meant accepting a kiss the moment she drank the cocktail.
Choi Mi-hwa lifted her hazy eyes from the alcohol and looked at Seo Juhwan. More precisely, her gaze fixed on his lips.
'His lips look so sensual...'
In truth, his lip shape itself felt less sexy and more masculine and firm. When closed, they gave an impression of stubbornness.
But perhaps because they seemed moist and smooth like they'd been cared for.
'I want to... match my lips with his.'
She had this thought when her hand had already brought the glass to her lips. Even though she thought she shouldn't have a private relationship with an author, she found herself driven by instinct and took a sip of the cocktail.
The sweet fruity-scented alcohol spread through her body. She felt her face growing hot.
At the same time, she noticed Seo Juhwan's lips curling up in a smile.
"Don't laugh..."
It must be the alcohol.
Words came out in a petulant manner, uncharacteristic of her personality.
Choi Mi-hwa frowned after hearing her own voice, displeased with it.
This isn't right. I shouldn't be like this with the author I'm assigned to.
While she was conflicted, she found Seo Juhwan, who was laughing without knowing her inner turmoil, annoying.
'Your laugh is so annoying. Stop laughing. You playboy...'
She wanted to say this as a pointless complaint, but the thought couldn't become sound.
Because her mouth was covered by him before she knew it.
"Mmph?"
Choi Mi-hwa made a suppressed sound and became certain.
This man was definitely a playboy.
Was all that innocence when they first met today just an act?
His clumsy demeanor during dinner was definitely also an act.
"Smooch. Slurp."
There was no other way he could kiss like this. Before she knew when he'd taken a sip of alcohol, the sweet drink flowed from Seo Juhwan's mouth into hers.
A drop of the cocktail she couldn't fully accept dripped down her throat.
'Ah, that tastes good.'
What had Seo Juhwan ordered again?
It tasted like sweet grapes. The taste of raspberry mixed with subtle lime aroma also stimulated the tip of her tongue.
With a gulp, as the cocktail went down her esophagus, her head spun even more.
Choi Mi-hwa let go of reason's thread and surrendered her body to instinct.
"Mm... yes... uh."
"Smooch..."
Soft flesh entangled together.
Their tongues indulged in exploring each other's mouths and breathless breathing stimulated each other. Because they were drinking cocktails, the kiss tasted sweet like something from a novel. It was hard to tell if this was reality or a dream.
While her attention was focused on their touching lips, a hand had already moved up to her chest. Even though he was kneading through her clothes, the sensation felt as sensitive as if touching bare skin.
The kiss that felt like it would last forever ended as Seo Juhwan's tongue withdrew. The saliva stretched like a thread was sensually arousing.
"Mi-hwa."
He pulled his lips away and looked into her eyes. How could someone maintain such direct eye contact? Unlike his face flushed with excitement, he spoke carefully.
"Should we change locations?"
Words that made no sense.
It shouldn't happen with the assigned author she'd need to meet professionally going forward.
They'd already crossed the line just by kissing.
"...Yes."
There were times when reason and actions didn't align.
*
Seo Juhwan moved forward while supporting the unsteady Choi Mi-hwa. He was also quite drunk, making it difficult, but his situation was better than hers.
She found it hard to walk, so she wrapped her arms around his. A pleasant sensation was felt from her arms. Would that be about a B-cup?
"Tonight hyung is treating! Let's go to a room salon!"
"What's a room salon?"
"Drinks, you idiot!"
The streets were noisy with the voices of drunk people.
1st Avenue's nightlife was quite bustling.
It was the only street in Anyang where young people could go out to have fun.
When walking unsteadily in a crowded place, it was inevitable to accidentally bump into someone.
"Ouch."
A woman bumped into Seo Juhwan's shoulder. An object in her hand fell to the ground.
He quickly picked up the fallen paper bag and spoke.
"I'm sorry. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine... wait, are you that guy from before?"
"Huh?"
Wondering what she meant, he looked carefully and recognized a familiar face. It was the woman he'd seen at the smoking area before.
"Ah, the princess complex guy."
"Ugh. Princess complex? I apologized, didn't I?"
"But why are you hitting on someone again?"
"Well, I don't know your name, so... anyway, isn't this hitting on someone too?"
She spoke while looking at Choi Mi-hwa, who was practically hanging on him.
Perhaps it was the alcohol. He clicked his tongue despite it being something he could have let slide.
"Tsk. This isn't hitting on someone. I met her for work. Don't jump to conclusions."
"...I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to be sarcastic."
"Hmm."
"I'm really sorry."
The woman, perhaps not having a bad character, apologized again with a small bow. It was certainly a situation that could be easily misunderstood.
'Actually, isn't it a misunderstanding?'
But there was no need to clarify.
Seo Juhwan handed the paper bag to the woman and spoke.
"It's fine. I was being oversensitive. Take care."
"Yes. You too."
She watched Seo Juhwan's back as he walked away. The unsteady gait showed he was quite drunk. The woman clinging to his side seemed almost unconscious as she walked relying on him.
After watching the two for a moment, she frowned and muttered with dissatisfaction.
"What? It really does seem like hitting on someone."
The building they entered was a motel.
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