About You: Love & Sacrifice

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Jihoon played a rolled fork of Carbonara paste with a bent look without a smile. Hyejin who had noticed earlier made her appetite disappear. He put down his fork slowly, then looked straight at Jihoon in front of him.

"What are you thinking?" Hyejin said softly. "Look at me and tell me what you think, Jihoon."

Jihoon sighed, leaning back on the chair seat and looking at Delikan Hyejin with a dashed bead. They were just fierce point of view, ignoring the surrounding visitors and waiters.

"Younha?" Hyejin said hatefully. "Are you thinking about that woman even when we're together? He made you ignore me like this? I've been talking to you, but there's nothing you've heard at all."

"Hyejin, I'm sorry."

"Always sorry!" The fork slammed into the marble floor to make a loud noise. "I'm sorry it's because you're really thinking about it, right? You—"

"Yes, I thought of Younha!" Jihoon interrupted, his teeth tightly clenched. "She blocked my number and for almost a month she's always closed the door of her house so I can't meet my kids. Mirae also did not want to connect the phone to them. Younha is a typical hardworking woman and now she is unemployed— sure Younha is stressed, she also never reduces the money I send to her account. I was so worried about Younha that my head almost exploded!!"

"Younha, Younha, Younha, it's always YOUNHA!!" Hyejin kicked the table. "I'm the one in front of you, it should be me that you pay attention to!"

"I've always looked at you, I've always obeyed what you wanted." Jihoon raised his voice. "But you never once let me calm down yourself—even if I don't focus on you a little bit, you are always angry and force me to say what I think. You're the one who's always provoking our quarrel, aren't you aware?"

"You're starting to blame me?!" Hyejin's voice choked. "Are you not thinking that I've been scared all this time! I worry every waking up and you're not by my side anymore because it's back on that ja*ang! Do you know how I feel right now?!"

"Don't call Younha ja*ang because she's a good woman." Highlight Jihoon's eyes becoming sharp. "Be an adult, my son even knows manners and feelings of disdain!"

Hyejin began to tear up, almost unable to believe that Jihoon had just been fighting her.

"You love her?" Hyejin whispered gamang. "You still love her? Answer me, please!!"

Jihoon threw his face out the glass window.

"You shouldn't have come at that time, so I probably wouldn't have been this sicker. Feel your life with you but your heart still isn't mine?!"

Hyejin cried, then got up to grab her coat and ran out of the restaurant. Leaving Jihoon with a sigh of fury as he scowled his temple. He had no intention of chasing after Hyejin with his childish attitude.

She's tired.

...*****...

"I'm so nervous."

Younha smiled, confirming the tie with a red black stripe on Woojin's collar. Today, Younha was deliberately offered a day secretary because suddenly secretary Woojin returned to Gangnam—ada relatives who died.

"It's not the first time Woojin's sister has met an overseas client. Why nervous?" Younha asked after putting on the tie, followed by tidying up her suit.

"Actually I'm ordinary, I'm nervous because you put up my das." Woojin's chirps that make Younha more wide grin. "You don't matter, do you? Suddenly a secretary like this."

"As long as Woojin helps, I can."

Younha hides a smile, picks up her notebook and follows Woojin into the meeting room.

Two hours later, the meeting went smoothly with warm discussion and mutual response. Without Woojin knowing, Younha never stops admiring him inwardly. The man was smart, from the way he spoke, smiling, even his clothes were very beautiful and matched his Good looking face. Woojin's British accent had fascinated Younha, it is not wrong if he was chosen by Jinan as director— because it deserves to be a humble leader with everyone.

"Younha, there are some reports that I have to check my—I will be here until afternoon. You want me to take you home first?" Woojin bargain after the meeting is over.

"I'm expelled?"

"No, it's not that." Woojin. "You must be tired all day sitting and thinking in meetings. The kids will be fussy."

"I used to work late into the night so I'm used to it, and Mirae will take them out with Jinan tonight." Younha chuckles. "I want to accompany you to work, bored of half a month of idle work."

"Ah, as accompanied by a lover." Woojin chirps without turning his head, he was quite embarrassed to say the swag.

Younha poked her lips, throwing a glance everywhere to hide her misguided look. Whynot? A handsome guy just teased her about a lover. They have never been close before.

"Aren't you going home?"

Woojin's head fell on Younha, as well as the woman who looked up and then threw her face again withholding embarrassment.

"I want to go home to Woojin's apartment and have champagne together."

"Younha—"

"Don't listen to rejection." Younha walked straight while pretending to cover her ears, ahead of Woojin who was sculpting with a fierce smile.

...*****...

"You're drunk, Younha-ya."

"No."

"You're drunk."

"TidaaaAaAaAaaakkk—hik."

Woojin sighed, it has been since the first bottle ran out half—Younha began to move indiscriminately, rummaging indistinctly and taking off his shirt and trousers until now leaving a short black T-shirt with sepaha underwear. Although Younha is drunk, Woojin does not want to steal the opportunity by fingering the thighs as smooth as the canvas—glances alone do not dare. He really appreciated that woman.

Several times Woojin tried to cover Younha's thigh with a blanket but several times also brushed the woman while complaining of heat. Younha's face and cheeks were already blushing red. Woojin guesses Younha has been drunk ever since she started swaying while jumping. At some times also dance and shake his hips like in a nightclub.

"You're drunk." Woojin said not bored and then sipped the campaign again.

Younha who was crouching on the bar stool also supported her chin. Looked at Woojin's handsome face from the side.

"Give me about the nickname of the country. I can answer that." Younha said while grinning.

"The sunrise?"

"Japan."

"Bamboo curtain?"

"China."

"Windmill?"

"Dutch."

Woojin looked surprised, because Younha answered quickly even though he was drunk. "Are you smart, or aren't you really drunk?"

Younha. "Im not drunk. I just wanted to be crazy for a moment. I'm not really drunk."

Woojin laughed softly, sipping his glass back while taking his eyes off as he unintentionally slanted to look at Younha's smooth stomach. The woman jumped up and down while tying her t-shirt to form a crop top outfit on the stomach. Woojin who felt uncomfortable immediately approached with a blanket.

"I want to go crazy and dance, dance, dance—" Younha hit Woojin's body. The man immediately retreated but unexpectedly, Younha instead got closer and put his hand to Woojin's neck without warning. Younha's plump lips approached the man's lips and whispered. "—dance with you in bed. Will she?"

Monolid Woojin glares to dive into the misty iris of Younha who is poking at her lower lip fishing for lust. The man did not accept right away, he was sure Younha was drunk and just delirious.

"I won't regret tomorrow, I really want to make love to you." Younha's face drew closer, breathing hot breaths in front of Woojin's lips. "I'm not drunk, so I won't regret it."

Woojin's hand treads on Younha's face carefully, then gets closer and grabs her dazzling lips. His body slightly ducked down to pick up a passionate fondling, tilting his head to the right and left as the kiss flowed more on the suction, sighs, and *******. The man held back Younha's nape as his lips pricked at the source of the woman's mischievous whisper. Younha was so excited, his desire rose to the crown.

Younha's small body is lifted while being continuously fondled and their link is not released until it reaches Woojin's room. Younha's slender body was laid up on the bed slowly, Woojin left the first distance and ducked straight away, seeing that two buttons had slipped off his shirt and it was Younha—'s small hands that they looked at each other, intimidating each other before Younha finally bravely took off one more button.

"Say if you want me." Said Woojin staring fixedly at Younha's iris. He had to be sure that what was going to happen was both their will consciously and not under the influence of alcohol.

"Yes, I want. I need you, Woo—Need you so bad."

Younha's mouth was again scooped Woojin without being held back. His back was pressed until their chests stuck together. Younha's legs hugged Woojin's waist, swiping the equally sensitive core. The tongues meet each other several times. Until the clothes had been thrown randomly in all directions, Younha felt very happy and stared at Woojin's bead full of puja— carrying them through the long night beautifully. As a form of realizing the word Tonight, the world is our.....

...*****...