Chapter 23 – Who Are You?
At her feet were a pair of high heels that she had taken off earlier, and an empty beer can. Tae-jun walked towards her as if dragged by force. Her hand continued to hover above the sketchbook until he was standing inches behind her.
“Hye-yeon.”
She turned towards the low voice resonating above her head. Her eyes widened in surprise at seeing Tae-jun. She soon smiled.
“Hello, what a surprise running into you here.” Her eyes were clear and bright. Tae-jun felt a commotion in the corner of his heart.
“I didn’t know you were a student here.”
“I’m on leave at the moment.”
“Was your work part of today’s exhibit, by any chance?” Considering the high-profile guests invited to the exhibit, it was an important event for the art students. The guests were their future clients and sponsors.
“Almost.”
“Almost?” He turned his gaze to the sketchbook. Her skills were impressive, even at a quick glance. Rather than answering his question, she handed him the beer can. His cigarette smoke was bothering her. At her firm gaze, Tae-jun reluctantly took the cigarette out of his mouth and discarded it to the can. Satisfied, she threw the can into a trash bin.
“It’s a long story.”
“The kind of story that made you drink alone in the middle of the day?”
“Are you always this curious about other people’s private lives? And why are you so informal with me? We’re not at the hotel anymore.”
Look at this! Tae-jun scoffed and replied, “That makes us even, don’t you think? You’re the one who started. You can go ahead and be rude to me if you’d like.”
She stared at him as though dumbfounded. He fixed his gaze upon her eyes. He suddenly felt a wave of a nausea-like sensation. Something shook violently within, and she permeated into his jolted heart. It was an intense attraction that he had never experienced before.
“Well…” As soon as she parted her lips, her cell phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and closed the sketchbook.
“I have to go.” She staggered as she put her heels on and got up from the ground. Tae-jun held her arm to steady her. A shiver ran down his spine the moment he grasped her slender limb.
“Ah, thank you.”
A burning sensation spread, from the fingertips that touched her to the rest of his body. He felt unbearably thirsty.
What is this? Tae-jun stood and stared down at his hand for a while and turned toward the direction in which she had left.
He saw her walking away with a man. He felt an ache in his heart as he watched her smile at him.
At this moment, Tae-jun did not care. Whether this feeling was love or lust, he was going insane in his desire for her. He wanted to make her his, and only his.
<— Flashback Ends —>
He dreamed that he made love to the woman.
She said she was Hye-yeon, but she was not Hye-yeon.
He took his time with her. He relished the moments in which she clung to him with a gaze filled with ecstasy. Wrapped in his arms, she always received him with such softness.
They had been well suited from the beginning, and the more he tamed her, she continued to fit him even better.
He adored her madly, so much so that he could not imagine being with any other woman.
“Ha…” A sweet moan oozed out of her mouth. Tae-jun took out the finger that had been deposited deep inside her. The red flesh twitched and expelled liquid down his finger. He slowly licked his hand. It was fragrant and sweet. It was as if she was a fruit, given to him for his consumption only.
Something that was his only, something that only he could have.
Tae-jun spread her legs and inserted himself. As he entered all the way in, without even an inch of room, she twisted herself slightly. He squeezed her waist and thrust into her repeatedly.
As he moved faster, she began emitting a sobbing noise. He felt as if all her parts were musical instruments, producing sound at his touch. His excitement slowly rising, he turned her over and grasped her br*asts.
“Mmm, please…”
“Just a little more.”
He was going mad. Each time he had her, he felt an overwhelming desire to devour her whole.
He lowered his hand from her breast and rubbed her clitoris. She pleaded urgently as she reached the apex. He sank his teeth into her smooth shoulder and let out a loud grunt. He climaxed almost at the same time as she did, feeling completely at one with her.
He lovingly kissed the top of her head, grateful that she had followed him at his pace.
When he was about to call her name, he suddenly froze.
Who are you?
He didn’t know her name. He knew every inch of her body, but not her name.