Midday Guest Chapter 71

“Is that so.”

It was only relatively so, at best. As Yiwon nodded, Song Junhyeok grinned and spoke.

“Actually, I thought you were a trainee, or an actor… something like that. Hey, when you walked into the shop, there was this aura, you know. That’s why I introduced myself, to get close to you.”

“…Ah.”

Is he a smooth talker? This guy would be good at sales. Just as Yiwon thought this while taking a large bite of toast, Song Junhyeok made a peculiar expression.

“I didn’t know… you were a student, huh.”

Quickly fixing his expression, Song Junhyeok held out his phone and continued.

“Can I contact you even after we go back to Korea?”

“Huh? Uh, sure….”

Since he couldn’t show his hesitation right to the man’s face, they exchanged contact information while he was busy saying “uh.” By the time he snapped out of it, a group chat had already been created. He didn’t even have memories of talking in a group chat with regular customers of Haeundang of several years, yet this person’s sociability was at its maximum level.

“I had fun today. See you later in Korea!”

Song Junhyeok left a parting greeting for next time and walked away with Nam Jaehyeon. His footsteps toward the pub were already rhythmic.

Yiwon also started walking again.

The sky on the way back to the clubhouse was already stained by the setting sun. In front of a bright yellow crosswalk, Yiwon gazed at the sunset peeking through the buildings.

It’s pretty. It would have been nice to see it with the Director.

Yiwon took out his phone. Feeling it was a waste to see it alone, he took a few photos. Meanwhile, the taxis and trams—the trademarks of Hong Kong—passed one after another over the yellow crosswalk.

During that time, a message arrived from Cha Seokjoo.

Cha Seokjoo: Are you getting around okay?

Yiwon: Yes.

Yiwon: I’m on my way back now.

He sent one photo he had just taken. A reply flew back immediately.

Cha Seokjoo: The sun is setting.

Cha Seokjoo: Come inside.

That wasn’t the kind of conversation I intended….

He was so dumbfounded he let out a laugh. Why is he telling only me to come in? He kept going on about me being a baby, is he really treating me like a child…. A sudden flash of rebelliousness seeped into his message.

Yiwon: And where are you, Director?

A photo flew back shortly after.

The clubhouse swimming pool was beautifully dyed by the reddish glow of the sunset.

Yiwon: You’ve already arrived?

Cha Seokjoo: So,

Cha Seokjoo: To make it not a waste that I finished early and came back,

Cha Seokjoo: I’m working late starting tomorrow.

Yiwon: I’ll be there in a bit.

He poured out messages at an incredible speed and immediately ran off. The moment the screen turned off, it seemed like a message was entering the new group chat, but his interest quickly faded.

On the way back, he bought cookies and egg tart desserts. It was because he wanted to have a cup of tea and talk with Cha Seokjoo, who likely hadn’t even enjoyed the leisure of Hong Kong while working.

As he was crossing the driveway, he ran into Oh Taesik and Ma Haeyoung, who were coming out the front door.

“Hey, little boss, where are you coming back from so busily?”

“I went out to look around.”

“Aye, it’s good to go around while you can. Did you know the Director was looking for you?”

“Yes, that’s why I came back right away.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Oh, this.”

Yiwon held out the paper bag he was carrying and continued.

“These are snacks rumored to be famous, so I bought a little for you to try.”

“You bought these for us to eat?”

“It’s not much. It’s embarrassing because it might only be one bite each if you share… but I’d like it if you accepted them.”

“Wow, why does this feel like the feeling of getting a gift when your son gets his first paycheck?”

Oh Taesik laughed heartily, saying, “I don’t even have a son, so it’s truly strange.” Yiwon quickly ended the conversation with a smile and hurriedly opened the front door.

As he watched Yiwon walking away, Oh Taesik signaled urgently.

“Little boss. Take one of these. Give one to the Director too.”

“I have the Director’s too.”

“Is that so?”

Saying that, Yiwon gave the paper bag a little swing and slipped through the door.

“Good night!”

“Eh? Yeah, yeah, sure.”

Click, the door closed, and Oh Taesik, who remained in his spot, blinked and muttered.

“Those two are together every day, yet what do they have so much to talk about… the Director was also making such a fuss from the afternoon about needing to return quickly.”

Ma Haeyoung remained quiet and said nothing. He only glanced toward the distant living room window before looking away.

“…Sik.”

“Huh?”

“Let’s go.”

Then he pushed Oh Taesik’s back with force.

“…Whoa, why are you in such a hurry.”

“Go, quickly. So we can eat this.”

“Yeong, what’s wrong with you? A guy who’s usually so relaxed.”

“Stop nagging and come on.”

“Gosh, I’m going crazy. I’m going, I said I’m going! Stop pushing!”

The flush on Ma Haeyoung’s face as he dragged Oh Taesik away was hidden by the sunset.

“You’re here?”

Cha Seokjoo, coming down the stairs from the second floor, was wearing a robe and drying his hair.

“I’m back.”

“If you were even 5 minutes later, I was going to scold you.”

Cha Seokjoo tilted his head toward the window. It was around the time when the lingering sun suddenly disappeared as if being sucked beyond the sea.

To be honest, he didn’t think it was something worth being scolded for, but since he had given a firm answer that he would come in before sunset, he decided to take it lightly and laugh it off.

“Where did you go?”

“I went to a temple, and a park. I just walked around everywhere. I also bought and ate delicious things. Would you like to try this?”

Yiwon unpacked the tarts on the kitchen island and continued.

“I bought these because they said it’s a famous place in Hong Kong.”

“Really?”

“Yes. The line was really long, but the turnover was good, so it was worth the wait… more than I thought.”

Yiwon’s voice trailed off. Cha Seokjoo, who had approached from behind, had his arms wrapped around Yiwon’s waist and was burying his lips in the nape of his neck. At the unhesitating skinship, Yiwon’s mouth clamped shut. He didn’t know why his cheeks were already getting hot when he hadn’t even done anything.

“Ah, the famous place.”

“…Yes, a restaurant rumored to be delicious…”

“Yeah, I can understand that much.”

Hands reaching under his clothes rubbed his flat stomach. The tips of Yiwon’s fingers, which were placing tarts on a plate, trembled, and the corner of a round, pretty tart got crushed.

“But why didn’t the card usage notification fly in?”

He asked in a low voice, slowly stroking Yiwon’s side. His sharp chin poked Yiwon, demanding an answer.

“I bought it with my debit card.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. Would you like to eat one before it gets cold?”

“What about you.”

“I’ll eat with you once you start, Director.”

“Then give me one.”

The moment he was about to place a fork on the plate, he was pushed by the strength from behind and grabbed the kitchen island with a thud. He felt something hard between his buttocks and thighs.

The atmosphere seemed to be flowing strangely. With that thought, he tried to turn his body, but Cha Seokjoo wouldn’t let go.

“Why, keep going.”

“…Ah.”

“I’m dying of hunger because I came back after only working without even being able to eat.”

Cha Seokjoo’s hand slid deep inside his pants. The palm that rummaged through his briefs firmly covered the penis trapped inside the underwear.

The dormant penis responded immediately to Cha Seokjoo’s touch. The glans, pressed and rubbed within the palm, grew rapidly and poked its head out of the briefs. As fingers tickled the sensitive spot, his body shivered.

“If you aren’t going to eat…”

“I’m going to eat this, and eat that too.”

“Then please have your meal first. I’ll go wash up….”

“If I had to choose between the two, I’d eat you first.”

Before he could add anything, his pants were stripped off. Cha Seokjoo, who had pulled the underwear and pants down below his hips, licked his lips with his tongue while spreading and releasing Yiwon’s soft flesh.

“Then dinner, uht.”

“Right, let’s eat you first for now.”

Cha Seokjoo pressed his cock firmly between Yiwon’s legs. Yiwon, who was twitching and trying to spread his legs, fell forward while floundering because of the pants that had tied his legs together.

After that, the pants were pulled all the way down. Yiwon, sprawled over the counter, struggled before feeling a touch slowly rubbing between his buttocks and squeezed his eyes shut.

It was a sensation he couldn’t get used to, no matter how many times he experienced it. As he tried to hold on with bent knees, Cha Seokjoo pulled Yiwon’s upper body completely onto the island, spread the folds, and pressed inside.

“…Ah, uht.”

“Why are you trembling already.”

With his fingers curved, he gently rubbed a certain spot below the lower abdomen. It was when Yiwon stood on his tiptoes and tightly clenched his buttocks.

“…Heut!”

After meticulously groping the inside, he swiveled his fingers and pulled them out all at once. A heavy weight settled over it with a thud.

Cha Seokjoo pressed his cock, which was wedged between Yiwon’s buttocks, with his palm and moved as if thrusting back and forth. The sound of their thighs sticking together became faster, and Yiwon’s buttocks soon turned bright red.

“…Ah.”

Yiwon’s hips bobbed. Whenever the burning glans passed over the opening, the chilling sensation made his fingertips feel numb.

“Huu, uht.”