Peanut's Soft Lips
Before the bell could ring three times, Director Myeong answered the phone.
“Yes, Director. What seems to be the matter?”
“I’m right in front of the LW building. I drank too much and need you to drive me.”
“Yes. I’ll be there right away.”
He hung up without asking twice, after promising to come.
“Huu…”
Jeong Dayeon, who had been pursing her lips, rubbed her small face against Cha Siheon’s hand as if it were a pillow. The deep cleavage visible between the open jacket was striking.
“Jeong Dayeon… you really…”
With gritted teeth, he reached out. Carefully gripping the jacket so that not even the tips of his fingers touched her skin, he opened the front wide. The side of the hand gripping the jacket brushed against her skin.
The sensation so unbelievably soft made hot blood rush to his lower body again and again.
Cha Siheon couldn’t move an inch, eyes closed, praying for Director Myeong to hurry.
After a while, Director Myeong arrived. Upon climbing the stairs to the restaurant, he stared at the scene before him for a long time, as if incredulous.
The executive director who had worked over twenty years, who would cut someone on suspicion of sexual harassment without blinking, was cradling a woman’s face in his palm, carefully supporting her as if she might fall and hurt herself.
“Director? What is this…?”
“Stop with the nonsense. Help me move her.”
“How can I help…?”
Cha Siheon looked at Jeong Dayeon, whom he was holding in his hand, with a troubled expression. Seeing that Cha Siheon’s palm was comfortable, Jeong Dayeon had closed her eyes tightly and was mumbling even into her mouth as she slept.
He let out a deep sigh. He didn’t want to touch a child too much, but in this situation, he had no choice.
Cha Siheon carefully lifted Jeong Dayeon into his arms like a princess. As she was lifted, Director Myeong’s gaze followed the exposed thighs.
Noticing this, Cha Siheon covered Jeong Dayeon’s legs with his jacket and glared at Director Myeong with sharp eyes.
“Be careful with your gaze, Director Myeong. She’s still a child.”
She was grown up, but how was she a child? Then what about the one who fed her alcohol and got her drunk?
There were mountains of words he wanted to say, but Director Myeong lowered his head.
“I’m sorry.”
Tsk. He clicked his tongue briefly and left the seat. Behind him, Director Myeong picked up Jeong Dayeon’s shoes and phone that had fallen on the floor and followed.
Cha Siheon pushed Jeong Dayeon into the open back seat and got in himself. In the meantime, Director Myeong, sitting in the driver’s seat, fastened his seatbelt and asked.
“Where to?”
He had only asked the obvious question, yet Cha Siheon’s worry deepened.
“Where to. Indeed. Where should we go?”
“Huh?”
Director Myeong turned to Cha Siheon with an incredulous look. Cha Siheon was just as perplexed.
He had taken the child who was drunk in the car, but he didn’t know where to go.
Unfortunately, Cha Siheon didn’t know Dayeon’s home address. He had thought to call the welfare center where he met her to find out, but soon shook his head.
The house of the father who had sold his daughter like collateral. Even if he knew the address, he didn’t want to take her there.
Cha Siheon’s gaze, looking down at the sleeping Jeong Dayeon, sank coldly.
After a short silence, he let out a small sigh.
“Peanut, Peanut. Wake up.”
“I don’t want to.”
What exactly didn’t he want? Jeong Dayeon was mumbling in her sleep and pushed Cha Siheon’s hand that was holding her away.
“What should I do?”
To the question asked again by Director Myeong, Cha Siheon brushed back the hair that had fallen over his forehead.
Director Myeong held his breath and observed Cha Siheon through the rearview mirror.
Director Myeong had been watching Cha Siheon since his childhood. It was the first time he had seen the man who always solved everything confidently in such a predicament.
Cha Siheon, who had been pondering, said with a sigh.
“I have no choice. Let’s go to our house first.”
“Our house… I understand.”
Director Myeong changed gears and answered. The car they were in sped straight to Hannam-dong, where Cha Siheon’s villa was, along the roadside.
Cha Siheon carried Jeong Dayeon to his empty bedroom after getting out of the car.
He carefully placed her on the bed with neatly laid low-light bedding. The strange sense of unfamiliarity that seeped into the familiar scenery enveloped him.
“Drunk after just three glasses of wine.”
Believing the words that he had drunk wine before was the mistake. He hadn’t imagined that she would get drunk while gulping down the wine the waitress offered, saying it was delicious.
Placing the carefully carried Jeong Dayeon down so she wouldn’t fall, the tension eased for a moment and a thick fatigue came over him.
He didn’t know why he couldn’t be decisive in front of this child, even for himself.
Loosening the tie that was strangling his neck, Cha Siheon sat on the bed where Jeong Dayeon was lying, and a mumbling sound came to his ear.
“Uhn… Teacher…”
Looking beside him, the sleeping Jeong Dayeon was calling him, smiling blankly like a child after searching for him.
That sight was somehow vexing. I made her like this and she’s sleeping so comfortably.
“What’s so good about it that you’re laughing, Peanut.”
With eyes half-open, he pinched Jeong Dayeon’s small nose with his finger. When he lightly grabbed and shook her, Jeong Dayeon made a sound like “Uwn” and furrowed her brows.
To not wake her, Cha Siheon put her down again, and the wrinkled forehead smoothed out again.
Seeing the smiling again Jeong Dayeon, Cha Siheon let out a long sigh.
“You really are a student who takes a lot of effort.”
He muttered, but a secret smile bloomed at the corner of Cha Siheon’s mouth as he looked at Jeong Dayeon.
Gazing quietly at her face, white moonlight descended upon it.
The face as white as the moon was somehow hard to look away from.
A few strands of hair scattered over the round forehead, long eyelashes spread like a fan over her lightly closed eyes. Small, straight nose and red apple-like lips, and peach-like cheeks. There was no pretty part in every corner.
Ah, if I had to pick one.
Cha Siheon’s eyes narrowed as he noticed the lipstick that had spread on the lip corner.
“Why did you suddenly do makeup like this.”
The face with makeup wasn’t bad, but Jeong Dayeon didn’t need to do such things. Because her face was pretty enough without it.
With a short click of the tongue, Cha Siheon reached out to Jeong Dayeon’s face. To wipe the spread lipstick, he rubbed the lips with his thumb. The soft, plump skin was pressed, and as Cha Siheon moved, it gently crumbled.
The thumb rubbing the spread lipstick passed lightly over the lips.
For a moment, the soft and smooth sensation was transmitted from the fingertips, and Cha Siheon stiffened his body.
His gaze fixed on the red, well-formed lips like pomegranate seeds.
The tempting lips that looked like juice would spill if touched, white teeth and red tongue visible between the open gap.
It drew his gaze as if grabbing.
The soft skin that would leave marks if touched. Suddenly, an impulse arose to touch it with his hand.
The thumb that had been touching the spread lipstick slowly moved up to the lips.
Gently rubbing the soft flesh, the red lips were mashed like jelly and then rose back up. The smooth and moist feeling touching the skin was very satisfying.
The soft sensation that made the body languid, the delicate breath sound ringing like sweet music, filled with Jeong Dayeon’s exhaled breath, the air in the room became sweet.
The finger touching the lips, uncomfortable for Jeong Dayeon, furrowed her brows slightly and made a sound “Uwn” again.
Cha Siheon, who had focused his nerves as if all senses were directed to Jeong Dayeon, startled at that sound and removed his thumb from the lips.
The sweet illusion shattered, and his mind returned as if splashed with cold water.
Looking down at the strange feeling, his front was seen to be swelling heavily.
“What am I thinking about a child right now.”
Hah. A dry breath burst from his teeth. The hasty desire that arose for a moment was unfamiliar and desolate.
He tried to deny it, but ultimately had no choice but to admit it. That for a moment, a heavy desire had filled his heart.
He wanted and desired it. Even against a sleeping child.
How could I have such thoughts about the little one I had promised to study?
Despite promising to protect her, I have such ugly desires. Then what’s the difference between me and the man who was her suitor?
“I was also an unavoidable man.”
He muttered in a lonely voice and stood up from his seat. He went out of the room and closed the door. As if leaving the last boundary between him and Jeong Dayeon.
After the door closed, only the sound of her breathing filled the room. The soft breathing of Jeong Dayeon sleeping quietly, unaware of anything.