Midday Guest Chapter 60

Cha Seokjoo stepped into the long hallway that stretched across the second floor. There were eight rooms lined up to the left and right, but most were closed, so he could not peek inside.

However, he could recognize one of them. The word “Guest Room” was written in large letters in the middle of the door.

When Yiwon surreptitiously slowed his pace, Cha Seokjoo looked back.

“Aren’t you coming?”

“Yes?”

“It’s not there.”

Yiwon turned his head to look at the door. This is the right place. The guest room. Thinking something might be wrong, he started to approach it cautiously, but Cha Seokjoo grabbed Yiwon’s wrist and pulled him away.

“That’s the guest room.”

Exactly? He wanted to ask in return, but he was dragged along to the very last room. It was Cha Seokjoo’s bedroom.

Cha Seokjoo moved Yiwon’s luggage into the dressing room. Except for the entrance, it was filled with built-in cabinetry, but strangely, one side was completely empty. Yiwon, feeling relieved, quickly approached and asked.

“Can I use this spot?”

“Yeah.”

Cha Seokjoo opened the island dresser in the middle of the dressing room and took off his watch. The suit he was wearing went into the AirDresser. Taking the hint, Yiwon took off his padded jacket and tucked it into the empty space. Holding the two mismatched items together, the AirDresser began to run with a whirrr sound.

Loosening his tie, Cha Seokjoo cast a glance at Yiwon.

“Aren’t you taking it off?”

“I, I should take it off.”

Why did this feel so strange? Yiwon moved sluggishly as he undressed. Watching Yiwon move so slowly, Cha Seokjoo pulled him by the wrist.

“Ah, I… I’m not finished undressing yet.”

“Do it over there.”

“I have to take off my socks too…”

“Then keep them on.”

Yiwon moved with an odd appearance, wearing only his underwear and socks.

“Where are we going?”

“To wash up.”

The moment they entered the bathroom, he was pushed back. Receding with backward steps, Yiwon stood with his back against a wall and received the man’s pouring gaze.

“…Why so suddenly.”

“Come here. Let’s finish what we couldn’t do earlier.”

The moment he tilted his head back, his lips were consumed. Through the tightly sealed gap, a soft mass of flesh crossed over and gently rubbed beneath Yiwon’s tongue.

Swallowing the coldness of the marble wall felt against his back and the burning heat pouring into his mouth simultaneously, he wrapped his arms around Cha Seokjoo’s waist.

“…Nngh.”

As the chilly air touched him, his body quickly shrunk back. While his back was hunched, a large hand slipped behind him and pulled Yiwon’s body close.

Yiwon pressed his waist against him and spilled out hot breaths. After consuming Yiwon’s lips for a while, Cha Seokjoo whispered lowly with their lips still touching.

“Shall we do it once first?”

“After, after we wash.”

“It’s strange. I endured for months, yet I can’t seem to wait for a few minutes.”

Cha Seokjoo stuck out his tongue and licked Yiwon’s lips. Yiwon closed his eyes and embraced Cha Seokjoo as he approached with his whole body.

“I’ll wash up quickly.”

“Fine. Then do it while washing.”

“…It won’t even take ten minutes.”

“Give in. I wanted to strip you and eat you since the front door, but I endured and came this far.”

Cha Seokjoo curved his eyes and smiled, pulling Yiwon’s bottom lip into a long suck. Ah, Yiwon’s lips parted, and a hand slid deep into his underwear, firmly grabbing his butt.

Yiwon squeezed his eyes shut. Feeling the hot breath pouring from the closely pressed Cha Seokjoo, he exhaled breaths that were equally flushed.

Just as a startled Yiwon leaned against the wall to catch his breath, he must have touched something wrong, for water began to pour from the ceiling shower nearby.

Whoosh, the bathroom air, which had been only cold, heated up in an instant and became sweltering.

Fine. Washing up, doing that slowly didn’t matter. He would just wash again after they were done anyway.

When Yiwon changed his mind and lifted his legs to wrap them around the man’s thighs, Cha Seokjoo let out a rumbling laugh in his throat. He buried his lips in Yiwon’s long, arched neck and said.

“Good choice.”

Feeling the fingers entering him, a strange thought momentarily flashed through Yiwon’s head. Was it a good choice? By the time he felt something was off, it was already too late. There was no way to stop a man who charged in like a bulldozer.

The next morning, Yiwon, who had woken up early, left the soundly sleeping Cha Seokjoo and came downstairs. He thought the house would be chilly since it was large with high ceilings, but warmth was already circulating through the floor.

Yiwon walked around barefoot, exploring the house here and there. The living room, decorated mainly with sofas and tables, gave a neat impression, and the kitchen, centered around a large island dining table, was a place that made one want to cook.

Having finished his quiet exploration, Yiwon returned to the living room and sat on the edge of the sofa.

Yesterday, when he looked up at this place from the outside, it was far more incredible than he had expected. To the point where he momentarily wondered if a person was even allowed to sit on this sofa.

It was hard to believe that a person living in such a wonderful house had stayed at Haeundang. Yiwon briefly reminisced about that time.

Cha Seokjoo, who had to bow his head whenever entering or leaving the guest rooms; Cha Seokjoo, who had to take his shoes on and off to go up and down the wooden porch; Cha Seokjoo, who had to go outside to use the bathroom in the summer heat; Cha Seokjoo, who had to hunch his body whenever he entered the kitchen…

Even if it was for company business, it must not have been easy. Thinking about whether he was a patient and stoic person, Yiwon quietly shook his head. Judging by how he lunged at him in the bathroom last night, he was definitely not that kind of person.

It was amazing and even worthy of gratitude that he hadn’t uttered a single complaint during his stay. Thanks to him, he was also able to receive the redevelopment compensation quickly and move out.

Just as he was thinking he should properly express his gratitude by treating the man to a meal soon, a whirrr sound came from the living room window.

Startled, Yiwon turned his head and saw the curtains draped over the window were opening. Yiwon moved his steps and stood before the full-length window that looked out clearly over Seoul.

The whole world was white from the heavy snow that fell overnight. It was a picturesque landscape. He stood there for a long time, staring out the window as if entranced.

If he were staying at Haeundang, he would have had to move busily since the morning. Standing before the window for a while, Yiwon furrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the events of last winter.

There was a day when the water pipes burst because a cold wave warning overlapped with heavy snow. He couldn’t use water or take guests for almost a week. Recalling the struggle at that time was enough to bring tears to his eyes.

But not now. Here, he only had to enjoy the scenery. There was no need to clear the path with a snow shovel, nor to remove icicles hanging from the eaves with freezing hands.

For the first time, he felt that if he lived diligently, things could improve bit by bit. Although not as grand as this house, he now had enough money to secure a small home, and his heart gradually found peace at the thought that he no longer had to live drowning in and chased by debt.

By that time, the morning sun had completely risen.

After staring out quietly, Yiwon turned his back to the full-length window. He wanted to look a little longer, but the reason he turned was simple. Because a growling sound kept echoing from his stomach.

Yesterday, he had just fallen asleep because he didn’t feel like eating dinner, but after waking up in the morning and spending some time, he felt hunger. He needed something to eat. If nothing else, he would at least drink some water.

Since he was told to use things comfortably, it should be fine to look around.

Yiwon opened the kitchen cabinets one by one. Most of the edges were empty, but he managed to find a few pieces of tableware near the faucet and the induction stove. The island table, which looked easily over four meters long, was likewise empty.

The situation in the refrigerator was not much different. A few sauces that strictly required refrigeration were all there was. Should I go out? No, it’s cold and a hassle. In the freezer he opened with that thought, he found two slices of frozen bread.

Yiwon took out a large plate, placed the bread on it, and pondered the cooking method. Then he decided to simply have some toast.

He put the bread, after brushing off the frost, into the toaster and turned it on. There were modes up to 9, so after a moment of hesitation, he set it to 2. While the toast was being prepared, he also brewed a cup of coffee. He fumbled for a moment because there were many buttons, but he managed to successfully dispense a cup of Americano.

However, his plan to eat breakfast quietly went up in smoke. This was because the whirrr sound of grinding beans and the ding alarm announcing the toast was finished kept ringing out.

Every time that happened, Yiwon glanced at the stairs. Still, it’s a large house, so the noise will be muffled, right? He thought so.

It was just as he put the toast on a plate and sat at the island table.

“The baby woke up early.”

Cha Seokjoo approached and ruffled Yiwon’s hair. Just as Yiwon, shrinking his neck at the sudden ticklishness, tilted his head back and looked around, lips touched his cheek.

Embarrassed by the light but unhesitating skinship, Yiwon stammered out a morning greeting.

“Good, good morning.”

“Yeah, thanks to you.”

Thanks to me? What did I do? When Yiwon gave him a questioning look, Cha Seokjoo placed his hand between his legs and lightly shook the massive cock hidden inside his pajamas.

“…Ah.”