Divorce in Bed Chapter 31

First, Dowon, dressed in a pitch-black tuxedo, stepped out. With his forehead exposed and his hair swept back, he boasted overwhelming good looks again today. A jawline and bridge of the nose that looked as if they had been carved with a chisel, and eyebrows that looked as if they had been drawn with a ruler. His cool eyes, which slanted long and upward, were intense enough to make anyone admire them.

Dowon reached out his hand. Yeohwi, who took that hand and followed him out, was also dressed in a sleek, pitch-black tuxedo just like him. His light brown hair was styled and swept to the left in a flowing manner, and his clear, passionate eyes shone brilliantly, as if they held the Milky Way.

As the two stood side by side, the surrounding air seemed to stop for a moment.

Their conspicuous height and build, their long legs. From their physical proportions to the pair of watches they wore to match each other’s wrists. They were a well-matched couple, like a staged photograph, and the perfect subjects.

Dowon wrapped his arm around Yeohwi’s waist and entered the lobby with a relaxed smile.

“Smile.”

Yeohwi immediately pretended to straighten Dowon’s collar, pressing his body close to Dowon’s chest.

“I’m already smiling, honey.”

Yeohwi smiled brightly, his eyes curving. It felt as if the sunlight was shining only on that spot.

Dowon applied strength to the hand holding Yeohwi and showed a relaxed smile.

The two crossed the lobby, where a gorgeous crystal chandelier poured down light, and boarded the VIP elevator.

Even while the golden doors closed and the floor numbers climbed, the two did not let go of their joined hands. No, they couldn’t let go. Because the CCTV in the corner of the elevator was looking down at them.

3rd floor, VIP box seats.

When the staff member opened the heavy door, a space decorated with red velvet and gold ornaments, prepared solely for the two of them, was revealed.

The thick carpet that swallowed footsteps, the elegant antique sofa, and the panoramic view of the stage and the audience seating visible beyond the terrace. Now, all preparations were complete.

“Excuse me. I will prepare the welcome champagne for you.”

A Swiss staff member tried to enter, pushing a cart with champagne and caviar on a silver tray.

It was at that moment. Dowon grabbed Yeohwi’s wrist and pulled him, making him sit as if pushing him deep into the red velvet sofa. Then, without giving him a gap, he leaned his body over Yeohwi as if overlapping.

“…!”

The moment Yeohwi gasped in surprise, Dowon’s long fingers brushed past the nape of Yeohwi’s neck.

“Don’t freeze up. You said you’d act.”

Dowon whispered at a distance where his lips almost touched Yeohwi’s.

“Do it like when you pounced on me this morning. With an expression like you can’t hold back.”

“Uh… wait a minute, Mister Dowon.”

Yeohwi’s pupils shook.

“He’s coming.”

When the staff member entered, Dowon was cornering Yeohwi against the back of the sofa exactly as staged, and Yeohwi was panting with a flushed face while hugging Dowon’s neck. To anyone watching, they were lovers on the verge of indulging in each other’s bodies, completely uninterested in something like an opera.

While the flustered staff member rolled his eyes as if he didn’t know where to look, Dowon turned his head slightly and said in a languid voice.

“Just leave it there.”

The staff member politely placed the champagne and finger foods on the table and stepped back as if not wanting to disturb them.

Dowon did not take his eyes off that spot until the staff member completely closed the door and left.

Soon, the sound of the orchestra tuning stopped and the lights in the hall went out.

As the grand overture began, Dowon released his pressing posture and pushed Yeohwi away.

“It’s done. Get ready to go out.”

“…Not yet.”

Yeohwi grabbed Dowon’s wrist.

“I feel a presence. I think someone is eavesdropping outside the closed door.”

“…”

“I, I think we need to… do a bit more.”

The corners of Dowon’s eyes narrowed. After holding his breath for a moment, he checked the movement toward the door. No sound could be heard over the grand music, but just as Yeohwi said, it was entirely possible someone was there.

“Tenacious bastards.”

Dowon clicked his tongue softly. Without letting go of the hand he was holding at the wrist, he collapsed Yeohwi onto the sofa again.

“Whoa!”

Yeohwi’s back hit the backrest of the sofa.

“Make some noise.”

Dowon growled the command, his lips pressed against Yeohwi’s ear.

“Ye, yes?”

“So they can hear. Very explicitly.”

Yeohwi’s face turned red as if it would explode.

He knew it was acting, but the situation of taking the full weight of Dowon on a narrow sofa paralyzed his rational thinking. Dowon’s firm thigh dug between Yeohwi’s legs.

“Ah, mmm, Mister Dowon.”

Yeohwi groaned awkwardly.

“Louder.”

Yeohwi exhaled slowly with startled eyes. Then, he reached out his long fingers.

“I get it, but not like this…”

Yeohwi’s hand traveled up the nape of Dowon’s neck. The fingertips, which had been acting as if tickling, slowly rubbed his earlobe. For a moment, Dowon’s pupils shook.

“Shh, how is this…?”

Dowon gripped Yeohwi’s shoulder tightly. His fingernails dug into the shirt.

“Can I keep going?”

“…”

When there was no reply, Yeohwi took courage and moved his hand. The fingertips that were fiddling with the earlobe this time moved along the helix of his ear and then across his cheek. Then, he carefully brushed against the corner of his mouth.

A situation he had dreamed of hundreds of times in his imagination. It was coming true almost exactly like that. Every time Dowon’s hot breath touched his sensitive neckline, a tingling, thrilling goosebump ran down his spine.

“Stop.”

Dowon, who realized the situation late, gave a low restraint. Then, he slowly raised his body. Sweeping back his disheveled hair, he looked down at Yeohwi.

“That’s enough now.”

Yeohwi still couldn’t come to his senses. Flushed cheeks and eyes that had gone hazy. He was in a raw state, excessively immersed in the role.

“But, Mister Dowon, you said you’d kiss me.”

This time, Yeohwi grabbed Dowon’s hand. He stood up, interlocking his fingers with Dowon’s. Looking at each other face-to-face, the eye level somehow felt higher than before. Standing side by side, he was looking down at Dowon a little.

“Seong Yeohwi.”

“It’s not that I’m trying to give off a manly scent, it’s just that I am a man.”

Yeohwi took a step closer. Dowon’s back, which had been retreating as he got closer, hit the wall. A rhythmic aria and a beautiful orchestral melody were echoing from the stage, but Yeohwi heard nothing right now. He focused only on the sound of Dowon’s breathing.

In the stretched-out time, Yeohwi placed his hand on Dowon’s face just like before. He cupped the cheek with his palm and pulled it slightly toward him, then stopped and gazed at him.

“Is it not allowed?”

Yeohwi asked as if begging for permission. His voice trembled as he became short of breath.

“I’m asking if it really can’t be me.”

“…”

“Am I that lacking in charm?”

Dowon did not move. At first glance, there was no reaction. Yeohwi, becoming a bit impatient, let the hand that was caressing his cheek slide. It went down the nape of his neck, and he hooked his pinky finger like a claw into the shirt collar, gently pulling it open. The bowtie he had worn for the formal occasion became disarrayed.

“I won’t misunderstand. I won’t harbor expectations just because you give me an opening. I know it’s a relationship that will end anyway. Just for today.”

“…”

“Even if it’s acting… just for today, please adore me. Please?”

Strength entered Yeohwi’s fingers. Finally, the bowtie Dowon was wearing came undone and the shirt collar opened. A glimpse of the collarbone through the gap. Just as Yeohwi tried to slide his finger in there, Dowon finally showed a reaction.

“…Seriously, you’re doing everything you can.”

A thick, cracked voice flowed out. It was hard to distinguish what emotion was contained within it. Disgust, annoyance, and something like suppressed dregs were complexly mixed together.

Dowon grabbed Yeohwi’s chin roughly, as if he would crush the bone. Then, he glared at Yeohwi and clicked his tongue.

“Fine. If that’s what you want.”

His eyes were hazy, and he was begging with reddened lips. It was quite a sight.

Above all, Seong Yeohwi had no idea what kind of fire he was playing with right now.

“Take this and get lost.”

No sooner had the words finished than Dowon’s lips crashed onto Yeohwi’s.

It was different from what he had pictured in his delusions. It wasn’t a restrained kiss. Of course, it wasn’t the least bit kind. It was closer to a violent and one-sided violation, like a starved beast biting into a neck.