Just Twilight-Chapter 58

His cool murmur didn’t meet her gaze, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Junyoung’s lips curved into a smile as she watched his profile, feeling a tickle in her chest.

When the car slowed at a red light, she took the opportunity to yank her seatbelt tight, leaned over, and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.

Startled, Beomjin whipped his head toward her, his eyes wide.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You’re cute.”

Her grin revealed teeth, while his exasperated sigh showed his disbelief. She chuckled quietly, shrugging her shoulders.

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“Believe it or not, I’m here to help Na Seungwoon with his wedding preparations. I didn’t know the full context until I got here.”

“…The Myungin Daily?”

His slow response made her smile falter slightly. Studying his expression, she replied, “You seem unusually informed. Are you interested in finance now? You know a lot.”

“Keeping an ear to wealthy people’s gossip is part of business. It’s a foundation for deals.”

His tone held a faint cynicism. Junyoung nodded thoughtfully.

“So, what? You knew about his marriage plans, yet you still suspected me and Na Seungwoon?”

“Nothing’s changed since then.”

His voice was calm, but his words lingered heavily.

“The way he looks at you hasn’t changed.”

Junyoung opened her mouth slightly, caught off guard. Could he really have noticed something like that in just a fleeting moment? As the atmosphere grew quieter, she glanced around before leaning forward again.

“What about my gaze? Has that changed since then?”

Beomjin’s jaw tightened once more. Raising his eyebrows slightly, he spoke in a low voice.

“You’re distracting me. Sit still.”

Why is Kwon Beomjin so adorable today? It’s driving me crazy.

Suppressing a laugh, Junyoung waved her hand casually.

“Hand me your phone.”

“What for?”

“I came to the hotel in Samdu’s car this morning. He’s probably still waiting outside. I need to call him. My bag’s in his car too.”

She swept her hands over her pockets to emphasize how empty they were. With a silent sigh, he pulled out his phone from inside his jacket, dialed a number, and handed it to her. Junyoung grinned as she took it.

“Hey, Samdu. It’s me, not your ‘hyung,’ your nuna. Guess what? Your hyung picked me up at the hotel, and now I’m riding in his car. Don’t worry about waiting around. I’ll call you later.”

Hanging up, she quickly typed her own number into his phone and hit the call button. The faint vibration of his phone caught his attention, making him slowly turn his head as she casually pulled it from his back pocket.

“Man, getting your number is harder than I thought,” she quipped with a smirk.

“You…”

He stared at her, momentarily stunned, before she handed his phone back.

“Next time, just give it to me when I ask, okay? It’s not like you didn’t plan for this. Leaving Samdu behind—weren’t you hoping we’d pick up where we left off?”

His words froze mid-breath, his brow furrowing.

“Pick up what?”

“Dating.”

Her gentle smile softened her sharp eyes.

“We gave it a try once, didn’t we? Well, maybe just for thirty minutes.”

His arms stiffened as he gripped the steering wheel, his muscles locking. After a long pause, he exhaled deeply.

“Ridiculous.”

“Would you rather I marry someone else?”

“What?”

Startled, Beomjin glanced at her before pulling over to the side of the road, turning on the hazard lights. He took a moment to collect himself, then asked in a low, deliberate voice, “What are you talking about?”

“Ridiculous?”

Junyoung smiled faintly, meeting his eyes as she spoke.

“I wouldn’t like it. Seeing you with someone else.”

Beomjin’s dark eyes wavered, the sharp angles of his composed face betraying a hint of vulnerability. His slightly parted lips betrayed the depth of his internal turmoil. Junyoung pressed on.

“I wouldn’t like it if you went missing without a word, or if I couldn’t reach you. If something happened to you, I’d want to know first.”

The weight of her words seemed to sink deep into him, his gaze heavy as it rested on her. She studied his unreadable face before raising her eyebrows and speaking lightly.

“If you’re not planning on just dropping some cash at my wedding and leaving, how about we date instead?”

Beomjin slowly turned his gaze toward the window, his perfectly shaped lips curling into a faint, crooked smile.

“You don’t even know what kind of person I am.”

“I know what kind of person you were.”

Her voice was calm as she added lightly, “If it doesn’t work out, we’ll stop. It’s not like I’m asking you to sign marriage papers.”

“What?”

As he arched an eyebrow, she tapped his shoulder playfully.

“Great. I’ll take that as a yes. Drop me off at the office, and we’ll have dinner together before heading back to Busan. I’ll call you.”

“Yoon Junyoung.”

His low voice carried weight as he turned to her, his dark eyes steady.

“If I start something, I don’t stop. It’s better if we don’t.”

His words felt like a warning, but Junyoung simply held his gaze.

You idiot.

You’ve already started.

“…So?”

Junyoung let the faint trace of her smile fade as she leaned back against the seat.

“Should I go find another guy?”

Beomjin, who had been quietly watching her delicate profile, exhaled a long sigh, almost like smoke from a cigarette. Pressing his fingers against his temple, he muttered in a strained voice, “You’ll regret it.”

“I think I’d regret it more if I didn’t try. So instead of worrying, why don’t you just put your whole heart into treating me well?”

Leaning her head back, she glanced at him and playfully winked. His incredulous scoff brought a slight twitch to his furrowed brow, and Junyoung couldn’t help but raise hers in response.

“What now? What’s bothering you this time?”

“That confidence of yours—assuming I’m obviously into you—it’s ridiculous.”

“It’s not like you were hiding it well. You’re pretty obvious,” she replied, her eyes wide and her expression serious.

A dry laugh slipped from his lips.

“I know.”

His head turned slowly, his hands tightening around the steering wheel as he murmured, “That’s the problem.”

The car eased forward as traffic cleared. Junyoung’s smile grew, filling the air between them with a strange mix of lightness and weight. Watching the passersby outside, she pressed her lips together to keep from grinning too widely, finally clearing her throat.

“Should we hold hands to celebrate?”

A long, exasperated sigh came from Beomjin’s side.

“Don’t push it.”

“I’m your girlfriend now,” she muttered, pouting slightly.

“What’s the point if we’re not even going to hold hands? What about the other stuff later?”

“You…”

Caught off guard, Beomjin turned to her, his mouth slightly open, as if she’d grabbed him by the collar. She smirked, shrugging her shoulders.

“You should get to know the 31-year-old Yoon Junyoung better. I’m not the same pure, bookish first love you remember.”

His eyebrow arched slightly, and a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“First love? That’s not quite the image I had in mind.”

“Yeah, right. What then? Don’t even think about saying it wasn’t me.”

She narrowed her eyes, rattling off her words quickly. He responded in his usual calm tone.

“Stubborn, temperamental, and sharp-tongued. Someone who only cared about herself.”

“Wow. Stubborn and selfish? Sounds awful. Why did you even like her?”

“Just because.”

His indifferent answer made her glare at him sharply, but the weight of his next words stopped her cold.

“Because it was her.”

Though simple, the words carried such gravity that Junyoung was momentarily at a loss. A warm, sweet sensation bubbled up from deep inside her, and she straightened her posture, pressing her lips together to keep from smiling too brightly.

Silence settled between them, broken only when the company building came into view. Junyoung finally spoke again, her tone lighter.

“Will you tell me why you were with Director Hong Mihyang?”

The relaxed look on Beomjin’s face sharpened in an instant, his gaze becoming focused.

“No.”

“Got it.”

Her quick nod and easygoing acceptance made him glance at her sideways. As she slipped her phone back into her pocket and adjusted her clothes, he asked, “That’s it?”

“I know her tendencies and situation well enough. I can make a guess. And if I’m right…”

Running a hand through her disheveled hair, she continued, “It’s none of my business. Succession battles within the Hanyoung Group? Not my problem.”

A faint chuckle escaped him. Passing the next light, he pulled up near the building entrance.

Unbuckling her seatbelt, Junyoung grabbed the door handle and turned to look at him.

“Keep your evening free, okay?”

“Don’t skip lunch,” he replied.

“And save my number. Don’t you dare ignore my calls.”

With a stern tone, she glanced left and right before stepping out of the car. Watching her walk toward the building, Beomjin let out a quiet laugh and pulled out his phone. He stared at the recent call history, then carefully saved her number, his fingers lingering over the keyboard as he typed her name: Junyoung.

For a moment, he simply stared at it. Then, with a deep sigh, he leaned back in his seat.

Yoon Junyoung is like a storm.

Once it hits, you can’t escape it with your own will.

If that’s the case…

…then the only choice is to dive straight into the eye of it.

Clenching his fist quietly, he opened his eyes. The faint trace of Junyoung’s scent still lingered in the car, teasing him like a mischievous ghost.